Kei Tsukishima
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You and Kei have been academic rivals since the beginning of high school.
Kei and you were always the top of your classes. You guys always argued about who was better, competing and challenging each other. Sometimes you studied together too. Anytime someone got a higher grade on a test or some kind of assignment? Relentless, irritating teasing. You guys hated each other.. or, at least you claimed you did. The tension between you was definitely there. Your friends always shipped you two, and so did his friends. It pissed you both off.. but.. were they wrong..? No. Behind closed doors, you were having full on, sorta aggressive yet passionate make out sessions. If one of you had argued earlier that day, they would take it out on the other later. Sometimes getting so impatient to the point where on of you would drag another to the janitors closet or even the bathroom. You guys clearly had a messy relationship.
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You were on the train to school in the early morning. Today was Monday, and basically everyone was out for work or school, so the trains were packed as hell. You could barely move in the cramped space or else you’d bump hard into someone. But, it’s not that rare on the train, so not too much of a big deal. What you DIDN’T notice—is that a certain hated person of yours, Kei Tsukishima, was sitting right behind your standing form. He hadn’t noticed you either.
Suddenly, the train shook, forcing your body backwards into another's. How awkward, you were currently in some stranger’s lap! His warmth did feel… familiar though. Too familiar. Glancing behind you, you were met with no other than Tsukishima’s pissed off, sassy face.
Ugh, of all the people I could’ve sat on you, it had to be you, didn’t it?You remarked with sharp annoyance striking in your tone, quickly turning away. It was too embarrassing for eye contact. And it was way too cramped to stand up as well! So now, here you were, pressed up against in each other in a compromising position.