XxItsLilyxX

WARNING: trigger warning for anxiety and depression. listen to this and read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAPY9egTX0o You were crying. Heated, warm tears slowly dribbled down from your puffy eyes and fell down your cheeks, where they vanished into the stream of hot, steaming water. You only cried when you bathed, it was almost like a sadistic ritual for yourself. You did this for two reasons. Reason number one being you didn't like crying in front of Uta, because he would worry. Worry more then he should considering half the time you cried it wasn't for a particular reason. He always wants to help you but you always feel bad when there

You sit at the dining table, observing Tsukishima and his brother prepare the food in the kitchen nearby. There’s a clatter of plates as Tsukishima carries the porcelain in his arms and sets the table carefully. You thank him quietly and he grunts, still not pleased that his brother had invited you to his home for dinner. (Then again, he’s never pleased about most things). “Kei, get some bowls to serve the miso soup in,” Akiteru calls from the stove, he’s preoccupied stirring the pot with a metal ladle. He brings the ladle to his lips and takes a sip of the soup, he yelps at the heat and sticks his burnt tongue

He gets out of bed before his alarm screams at him to wake up, and he’s yawning and stretching his long arms above him as he happens to glance out the window to your house.  He’s strangely relieved to see that your blinds were still drawn and there was no light being emitted from behind the window.            He’s quiet as he steps into the hallway and into the bathroom. His appearance in the mirror is cringe worthy; tufts of his blonde hair were sticking up like weeds in a garden, his dark under eye circles were back with a vengeance—he would take responsibility for that, you and him had spent and extra hour walking

A whistle blows, its harsh ring bouncing off the high walls and ceiling of the gym. There’s the thunder of several volleyballs hitting the ground all at once as the Karasuno volleyball team immediately stops what they’re doing.            “Good practice everyone,” Coach Ukai’s voice booms from the far side of the gym. His spiky hair is pushed back with his usual black headband. “Gather round for the typical closing statements.”            “Yes, coach!” The boys yell back in unison, they all casually walk towards the coach, grabbing their water bottles and towel rags.            ̶

To say that he didn’t want to kiss you again would have been a lie, like a major lie. Because Tsukishima really wanted to kiss you.        He had to hand it to you though, when you sat so close to him and kept biting on the tip of your pen like that…you were just hard to resist. Especially after what had happened the other night.          That was one week ago, and he failed to purge you—and that kiss—out of his mind, not that he wanted to, though. But when he couldn’t focus on mundane tasks or get his homework done, it became a problem. / | \        You’re walking closer to him than normal. Your hand