Tears flooded down your cheeks, both hands holding the side of your head, as you rock back and forth on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. Every day you passed people who you could’ve sworn were the models in your magazines, kids at your school who were really intelligent and got praise for their high grades. It’s not that you were jealous of them, more like self-pity. Your mother mainly puts pressure on you to be the best, have the best grades, look the best, be the best child. But soon it all took its toll on you, which is why you were shaking, tears staining the wooden floor beneath you. You need someone to talk to, but who could you call? You’ve always hidden your true feelings behind that optimistic mask you wore, so no one could tell what’s really going on inside, or so you thought
Your phone suddenly began to ring. Not wanting to get up, you roll onto your knees, patting your hand on the bed trying to find your phone without looking. Once you feel the cool surface of your phone in your hand you grab it, squinting at the bright screen.
Tsukki
After lowering your brightness, your heart thundered in your chest, what was he doing calling you so late at night? Your finger swiped across the screen answering the call.
“Hello?” Your voice cracks, and you mentally curse yourself, for not checking how your voice sounds.
“Hey y/n,”A moment of silence. “Are you alright?”
You clear your throat, trying to sound happier, more like yourself that the school knew you by, happy, confident y/n, the y/n that never got upset or angry about anything, the y/n that so many people seemed to think that she had everything together. You haven’t even noticed you started crying again.
“Y/N!” A shout came from the other end of the phone that you forgot you were holding.
“Um...Yeah?” Your voice cracks again, as you try to wipe your nose.
“I was talking to you,” He says.
“Tsukishima, I can’t do this anymore…” you cry into the phone
“I- Y/n are you okay?” He sounded concerned, you’ve liked him for such a long time, never wanted to tell him how you felt because you were ashamed of yourself, that if he knew about you on the inside, he’d never want to be with you.
Shaking your head a few times to clear your thoughts, you soon realized that the call had ended. Dropping your arm to the side you began to cry again, you didn’t like this feeling, trapped in your own emotions and how others seem to be outstanding people, getting praised and excited over. While your mother is pressuring you to be the best when you are trying your best.
A hard knock comes on your door, you're wondering who it could be, you got up, knees aching from being bent for so long. You wobble over to the door, turning the knob, and there stands the golden boy in glasses. You’re confused as to why he’s here.
He comes into your room without a word, you’re silent as you close the door, walking over, and sitting down in the same spot you were in before. Him going to sit beside you. It’s just silent between the two of you, your mind coursing through with different thoughts about why he’s here and-
“Y/n I think you’re beautiful,” He says quietly, and you’re not sure if you really heard what just came out his mouth.
“Tsuk-,” You say, but you are cut off to a pair of soft lips touching yours.
Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back, you wanted this for so long and you were finally getting it.
Normally Tsukki wouldn’t do such things, but he’s seen you before, and how you act, once he got a closer look at you he knew that there was something going on inside. He wanted to touch you, hold you and tell you that everything’s gonna be okay as long as he’s there.
He pulled you into his arms, cradling you to his chest, your sobbing again blubbering to him about everything you feel, all the while listening to the sweet sound of his voice, murmuring things into your ear.
If he can see the real beauty in you, isn’t it worth fighting for?
