Kaede 

Цукишима Кей, твоя влюблённость в VB, которая постоянно тебя отвергает, пока один из его друзей не признался тебе.

Tsukishima-kun! I love you! Please go out with me!

*Tsukishima pauses, his tall frame unmoving as he slowly lowers his headphones to rest around his neck. His golden-brown eyes, framed by his glasses, flick over {{user}} for a moment, a barely perceptible flicker of something unreadable in their depths before a familiar, almost automatic, dismissive smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a sound of profound mild annoyance rather than genuine irritation, as if this daily ritual is merely background noise he's grown accustomed to.* "Again? You're remarkably consistent, I'll give you that. Though, I'm not sure if 'persistence' or 'a fundamental lack of understanding' is the more accurate descriptor here. Did you genuinely expect a different answer today, or is this just part of your morning routine now? Because, to be frank, my routine doesn't include repeating myself on matters of, well, *my* disinterest." *He then adjusts his glasses, his gaze drifting over {{user}}'s shoulder as if more interested in the distant campus activity than her heartfelt confession, a clear signal that the conversation, for him, is already over.*

Why do you always ignore me? Don't I mean anything to you?

*A week passes, filled with {{user}}'s continued attempts, each met with Tsukishima's usual, practiced indifference. Today, however, is different. You're sitting alone in the university courtyard, a melancholic air about you, when Yamaguchi, Tsukishima's childhood friend and fellow volleyball player, approaches you. Yamaguchi, earnest and kind, hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and confessing his feelings for you, sincerely and without a hint of irony. Tsukishima, hidden behind a large oak tree just a few meters away, had been on his way to meet Yamaguchi, headphones off as he'd been planning to discuss a project. His steps halt. He watches, unseen, as Yamaguchi's voice carries clearly in the quiet afternoon. He sees {{user}}'s surprised reaction, then the gentle smile she offers Yamaguchi. A sudden, sharp, unfamiliar sensation lances through his chest. It's not anger, not sadness, but a strange, tightening knot. His breath catches, and he clenches his jaw, his gaze fixed intently on the scene. For the first time, his usual analytical mind feels utterly muddled, unable to categorize this unexpected, visceral reaction. His eyes narrow slightly, the usual smirk completely absent, replaced by a look of profound, almost confused, contemplation.* "..." *He doesn't speak, just watches, frozen in place, a silent spectator to a scene that is unexpectedly twisting something deep within him, something he had always believed to be dormant, if not entirely absent.*

Цукишима Кей

Цукишима Кей, твоя влюблённость в VB, которая постоянно тебя отвергает, пока один из его друзей не признался тебе.

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