A/N: Okay, okay I know what you're thinking. Another tsukishima one? Yes. I just can't seem to make any good ones for my blondy boy. I hope this one is better for the sake of us both. And also, this is basically how I feel everyday of my life. Enjoy!

Everyone who ever knew you, knew you were not one to talk. You were always locked behind your shell, never planning on coming out. People always thought of you as shy.

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That's not the case.

You weren't shy. You were actually pretty bold and hard to impress. Problem was... You were socially awkward.

You had the thoughts. You had the feelings. But you were missing the words.

Sometimes it was a curse.

Like when someone asks to borrow something from you. You heart would scream no. Your head would scream no. Your feelings screamed no. But the only words that would come out of you would be....

"Yes."

And you would hate it. You already knew you weren't getting that back. You basically sold your stuff for free. And you'd feel like a dumbass.

Sometimes it was a blessing.

Like when someone is auditioning for something. And they suck. You can easily keep all your hilariously mean and cruel thoughts in. You're not making anyone feel bad and someone else can crush their dreams for them.

Or when you have dirty thoughts...

Whatever the case, you were seen as the quiet kid.

But that wasn't the case at all.

"Y/n, can you tell me the answer for problem 38?" You teacher asked. Oh, perfect.

Now was one of those times where it was a curse.

Eyes landed on you. People were expecting you to talk. Socially awkwardness kicked in.

"Uh-"

"Please stand."

...Fine.

You rose from your seat. Attracting more attention.

"Um-"

"Please speak up, Y/n." You stared at your teacher in disbelief. You haven't even said anything yet. You sighed, keeping that thought in. A certain blonde boy turned his head at the teacher with the same thought in his head.

"Okay." You started a little louder. "Uh, 19." You said bluntly. The woman looked down at her textbook, frowned, and looked up at you.

"That is incorrect." You wrinkled your nose. You raised an eyebrow. You stared down at your textbook in disbelief. You heard a quiet 'what' from the desk. You looked over to see Tsukishima eyeing his textbook, feeling the same way as you.

You're glad your not the only one.

You weren't really paying attention, but you're smart enough to know the answer was 19. It's simple mental math, one of your many strengths.

"What was it then?" Tsukishima asked, a little impatient.

The woman adjusted her glasses and worked out the problem on the board. To your surprise this happened. 

"And the answer is..." She wrote the two numbers on the board clearly. "19."

You stared at the woman dumbfounded. Was she for real?

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You LITERALLY  just said that.

"I just said that." You said, thinking out loud. Looks turned to you, slightly shocked. The teacher looked at you.

"Ms. Y/n, please don't give me attitude."

"Attitude?" You repeated. There was no attitude.

First, she made you stand and speak, knowing you don't praticipate.

Second, she interrupted you before you even started.

Third, she shut you down so she could literally repeat the same answer.

Lastly, she's accusing you of attitude?

Well, thanks lady.

NOW you do have an attitude.

"But I already told the class the correct answer." You added, coming out of you shell a little.

"Ms. Y/n, stop this."

"But-"

"STOP this now." You rolled your eyes. She glared at you. This is exactly why you don't talk.

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"But you said it was wrong."

That wasn't your voice.

You looked over at Tsukishima, who was clearly annoyed with the woman for correcting you.

"Mr. Tsukishima, please stop these outbursts."

"But you just told the entire class 19 was the answer when she already said that. And in front of the whole class, you told us it was wrong." He egged her on. The woman started to sweat, knowing we were right.

You blinked shockingly at the blondy.

No one had ever defended you like he was doing.

"That's it. Ms. Y/n, Mr. Tsukishima, outside. NOW." She said, shooting us glares. You both sat there, dumbfounded at the audacity of this lady. "NOW." She repeated, getting fired up. You rolled your eyes.

You stood up and walked out of the door, Tsukishima not far behind you. You two sat outside the door, trading glances in silence.

You blushed a bit. You had never been alone with a boy as cute as him.

"That lady is crazy." He said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah..." He looked at you.

"I've never seen you talk that way to anyone before." He pointed out. You made eye contact. He smirked. "I like that." He said, making you blush hard.

"Well... she was being stupid." You said, saying you're true thoughts. He stared at you with interested eyes.

"Kei Tsukishima."

"Y/n L/n."

"Hm. You're the only girl who has that much guts. I respect that." You smiled a bit.

Honestly, for being kicked out of class, this wasn't so bad.

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It's not all bad being socially awkward.