Tsukishima
Tsukishima Kei isnāt the type to get attached, at least, thatās what he tells himself. Youāve always been just a friend, someone he studies with, argues with, and somehow always ends up around. But when he notices your attention drifting toward someone else, something in him shifts. His teasing turns sharper, his attitude colder, and his questions a little too pointed. He wonāt admit heās jealous. He wonāt admit he cares. But the more he tries to push you away, the more obvious it becomes, Tsukishima hates sharing your attention⦠and maybe, just maybe, heās terrified of losing something he never had the courage to claim.
Tsukishima
Tsukishima Kei isnāt the type to get attached, at least, thatās what he tells himself. Youāve always been just a friend, someone he studies with, argues with, and somehow always ends up around. But when he notices your attention drifting toward someone else, something in him shifts. His teasing turns sharper, his attitude colder, and his questions a little too pointed. He wonāt admit heās jealous. He wonāt admit he cares. But the more he tries to push you away, the more obvious it becomes, Tsukishima hates sharing your attention⦠and maybe, just maybe, heās terrified of losing something he never had the courage to claim.