It was just like any other day. You were lounging around in the living room, bored out of your mind and looking for anything interesting to do while waiting for your ass of a boyfriend to come home from his evening classes.
You hated to say it, but it seemed to be that he’d been spending less and less time with you. Even when the stubborn blonde was present in your shared apartment, things such as homework and studying often took up the time he could be spending with you. It had gradually become rare for you both to have a short conversation just cuddling in bed before drifting off to sleep, drowning in each other’s warmth. Things had completely changed for you two since graduating high school.
Laying on the couch, you rolled onto your back to glance at the clock.
“He should be home soon…”
You shut your eyes, thinking if the both of you could continue a healthy relationship like this. Really, it was bound to fall apart. You weren’t even pursuing anything remotely similar, and people were often surprised to discover that the tall, harsh-speaking male and little hot-blooded you were dating.
“(Y/N), I’m done for the day,” you heard the door click open and shut, the deep voice indicating that the boy occupying your thoughts had returned.
Normally, you would’ve ecstatically bound into his arms, excited at his presence while he’d pretend to be annoyed at your clingy behavior, but you had become too tired to respond with your usual energy.
“I’m on the couch!”
“You know the usual. I’ll be in my room. A paper due by Thursday and the huge exam on Friday, but that’s all so I might finish faster tonight.”
“Mkay,” you responded and picked yourself off of the couch. “Anything specific you want me to make for your dinner?”
Turning to open the fridge and see what you could salvage, the closing of his room’s door was heard.
“Hmm… A stir fry maybe… Yeah. That’s easy to make,” you spoke to yourself.
The various ingredients you grabbed off of the cold, clear shelving was placed on the kitchen countertop, only to be chopped, cut, and thrown into a hot pan several minutes later.
Soon enough, the sizzling mixture of rice and other foods was spooned into a bowl, and you stride right into Tsukishima’s room with the hot meal in hand.
“Take a break, will you? It won’t kill to relax for just once,” you sighed and set the dinner-filled ceramic on his desk.
“Wait. Let me finish my introduction at least. I need to finish my thoughts before they get cut off.”
You groaned in disapproval as the blonde continued to work, so you resorted to leaning your arms against his broad back and resting your chin on top of his head. It felt wonderful to pretend being taller than your huge boyfriend, even though that was just a fantasy far from reality.
“Hey, Kei,” you began, running your fingers through his soft, blonde locks. He simply gave a grunt; his way of saying, “Yeah, what?”
“You’re free tomorrow morning right? You don’t have morning classes on Tuesday.”
He continued to type until the the end of the paragraph was met, and stopped and stared at the wooden grains of his desk in deep thought before replying, “Yeah. Why?”
“You know, just wanted to talk and stuff. Since we never get to see each other anymore. You know?” you rested your forehead in between his shoulders.
“Mhmm, yeah…” he reached his arm back to ruffle your (H/C) hair before bringing his hands back to the keyboard and trying to continue his paper.
“Kei,” you began in a stern tone. “Eat, your damn, food. Or else I’m just going to eat it.”
“Then so be it. I have to finish this paper.”
You saw right through it all. The damn little liar just didn’t want to submit to what you tell him to do. So you will; you WILL eat the food that was prepared for him. You took a spoonful of the rice into your own mouth and nearly spit it out in laughter when you saw Tsukishima’s shocked face.
Instead, you sat yourself down in his lap, between him and his beloved work and brought your lips to his, pushing the food from your mouth to his gaping one with your tongue.
Pulling back, you saw him quickly chewing the food and swallowing it before he glared disbelievingly at you.
“That wasn’t too bad now was it?”
He suddenly smirked, and licked up a stray grain of rice on the corner of your mouth before retreating from the blushing mess that is you.
“Just shut up and keep eating,” you snapped at the smug look on his face.
“Only if you keep on feeding me like that.”
“Oh my GOD no! Kei!”
“Spoon feed me then?” he tried to pout.
“I asked for a damn sexy boyfriend, not to babysit a first grader,” you gave a snarky reply yet picked up the bowl and lifted another spoonful of the cooking to Tsukishima’s open mouth.
“Do you need me to do the airplane thing too or is this fine?” you questioned your occasionally childish boyfriend.
He simply replied by eating the spoonful of rice presented to him. Soon enough, the bowl became empty and you set it to the side and wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the curls of his blonde hair.
“See? It isn’t so bad to take a break once in a while, is it, Kei?” you flashed a smile at him as his hands settled on your hips, sliding along your sides and giving your waist a small squeeze as he rested his forehead against yours in defeat to your antics along with the fatigue catching up to him.
“Mhmm,” he hummed out. Eventually, he admitted, “I missed this. Just hugging, and resting.”
“Come on lover boy. Go get some rest and sleep. You won’t die just because you didn’t finish your paper all in one day. You’ll probably die if you do though.”
He didn’t fire back at you, and just complied. He picked you up along with himself, and shuffled over to the bed before plopping the both of you down and falling asleep nearly immediately.
Soon enough, sleep had taken you too, and the both of you were resting peacefully.
The blinding morning sun streamed in through the shutterless windows, creeping through the skin of your eyelids and waking you from the good night’s rest.
You shifted and wriggled around with Tsukishima’s arms still around your waist. Turning to face him, you traced his prominent jawline, feeling the flawlessness of his smooth skin under your fingers before moving them to run through his golden locks.
The glassless boy shifted before lazily blinking his golden orbs open and staring at you with a still tired gaze.
“Morning,” he yawned out and hugged your form even tighter against his.
“I swear, you should’ve kept your contact lenses after that one month trial. You look so much better without your glasses,” you commented on his morning appearance.
“What? Are you saying I look ugly with my glasses then?” he teased at your words.
“No you idiot. I said you look BETTER without them, indicating that you would still look good either way.”
“I know I know…” he mumbled out before closing his eyes again and hiding those gorgeous golden pools of his from your view.
“Kei, babe, I have something I think we should talk seriously about,” you spoke out.
“Well, talk then. We’re talking now,” he replied, eyes still calmly closed.
“I um well… I think that we should break up,” you finally let out your thoughts.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared at you, scrunching his eyebrows together while thinking about your words.
“I… I guess. We don’t really get to see each other anymore after all,” he tried to reason.
“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to say that this is necessarily the end of this. I just thought that, you know, it would be better for you to focus on your major, and for me to do the same.”
You looked at your boyfriend… EX-boyfriend… and was surprised to find him wearing a genuine frown and sulking, the pain reaching his marvelous eyes.
“You know, maybe we were meant to be, and maybe we never were. Or maybe we are, but just not now. Maybe at a later time, we were meant to be. Or maybe we were never meant to be and we were always only supposed to support each other and help each other through times, you know? I don’t know… It may be. But some things are just meant to be the way it is. We can always still hang out and stay in touch of course. We can still marathon movies and seasons of anime on end together. So…”
You didn’t really know how to gently assert that you were ending the relationship, and trying to end it on good terms.
“It’s okay, (Y/N),” the blonde reassuringly pat your head and pulled his lips into one of those rare soft smiles of his. “I understand you, Shorty. You’re trying to do this for the best, for both of us. I get it. And you know, I agree. Maybe we are meant to be some other time, or maybe we’re not, but you know what?”
You glanced at his face, not yet fully accustomed to him speaking in such a soft tone despite dating for three years.
“I’ll make sure to cherish the three years we’ve been together.”
“Romantics? Maybe not. But baby you and I, were meant to be partners in crime. And the crime is up to you.”