So, on Monday, I ran into that kid who insulted me again—the one that said I looked too old to be a high school student—and he was still a brat—” “Oh my god,” Tsukishima said in disbelief. “Shut up.”
“Who writes letters today anyway,” he chuckled, amused, as he put the letter on his desk and tried to smoothen the wrinkles with his hand. “Everything about it is so you.”
However, Kei is as sweet as condensed milk.
So, on Monday, I ran into that kid who insulted me again—the one that said I looked too old to be a high school student—and he was still a brat—”
“Oh my god,” Tsukishima said in disbelief. “Shut up.”
“You kissed him, freaked out, and then rushed to the bathroom to call me right away!?”
“I technically called Kenma first. But he hung up on me.”
“Who writes letters today anyway,” he chuckled, amused, as he put the letter on his desk and tried to smoothen the wrinkles with his hand. “Everything about it is so you.”