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“This is the fourth time that you have gone over the same instructions, Yamaguchi.”
“Sorry, Tsukki! We just have to make sure it works this time!”
“I still have no idea why I am doing this.”
“Because they would work really well together! Not to mention, if they stop arguing so much, maybe you’ll be less annoyed.”
Tsukishima exhaled heavily through his nostrils, pinching the bridge of his nose. He shuffled forward in line, eyeing the monstrosity of a Ferris wheel with distaste.
“Try to pay attention to the signs! I mean, you’ll be kind of far behind them, but you can probably still tell!”
Tsukishima toed at the dirt on the ground. He just knew that the tips of his ears were red, because this was the stupidest scheme he’d ever been roped into. He didn't usually do things like this, opting instead to stay at least 6 feet away from romance, Hinata, and Kageyama at all times. He’d been mostly successful. (Shut up.)
“Don’t worry, Tsukki. It’ll work out fine. This time, I mean.”
The line shuffled forward.
“I hope you know that I have as much trust that this will work as I believe Hinata and Kageyama could get a double digit score on their next exam.”
The line shuffled forward again. Tsukishima kept his eyes glued to the ground, absolutely not wanting to make eye contact with anyone else in line. In his periphery, he could see Kageyama slam his palm into the back of Hinata’s head. Did Hinata have brain damage from how often that happened? Tsukishima supposed that was too bold of a question to start with. Did Hinata have a brain? Although, maybe Kageyama was equally to blame.
“How did you get them to go on the Lovers’ Wheel or whatever clusterfuck of a ride this is supposed to be, Yamaguchi?”
“I didn’t tell them it was a romantic thing. Now pay attention, you’re at the front of the line.”
Tsukishima did not look up, not wanting the Ferris wheel operator to give him some sleazy look, he just wanted to go home goddamnit.
He slid into a carriage, looking up for the first time, directly into the face of an irritable king.
Tsukishima’s eyes widened. He tried to adopt an unaffected tone, asking, “Where’s Hinata?”
“Dumbass ate too much funnel cake. Went to take a shit.”
“So, we’re going on a romantic Ferris wheel ride together. Naturally.”
Of course this happened. Tsukishima didn’t care. He was calm, he was composed-
“Are you fucking kidding me?”