Murasakibara II

                                    

                                          
"(Name), can we talk?" You look over to your shoulder after hearing a familiar voice that you haven't heard for almost 5 years.
                          
 You were watching the practice game of Yosen, when he came. It was your first love - but not exactly your first boyfriend.
                          
 "Ah, it’s you, Tsukamoto." You noted, your eyes twitched slightly the moment you call him with his surname- normally you are used to call him with his first---but that was five years ago- when you were still in junior high. 
                          
 "Tsukamoto?" He smirked at the name, "the last time we talked was over the internet right? - You were crying-"
                          
 "Yet, I was happy for you." You interrupted him. "It’s something we shouldn't talk about anymore--why do you want to talk about anyway?" You asked, your eyes slowly moving back to the game that you are watching.
                          
 That moment you saw Himuro pass the ball to Murasakibara and he shoot the ball easily because he was under the basket, the Yosen students cheered, and you smiled at the achievement of your favorite player, you saw him glance at you and his eyes went back into focusing on the game, although lazily.
                          
 You smiled to yourself at that glance.
                          
 "I was thinking if we could continue where we left off back from Junior high." He you hear him say. Your small smile turned into a small frown.
                          
 "That was already five years ago- and haven't the two of us move on already?" This time you turned to him. You can't get mad at him, yet, you can’t be kind to him either. "The last time I checked you outranked me from the top after graduation- why is it now you look like you're not using you head anymore?" You told him. Your tone was cold, yet it was holding a kind tone. And this is how you talk to a person who doesn't have to do with you anymore- not too rough not too cold, kind yet offending. It’s your own way of teasing people and its quite obvious, but you do it with proper care to make it look like you're just joking.
                          
 "What happened to the Tsukamoto I know?"
                          
 "You changed."
                          
 "Mm." Was your only answer. "People change- and I just happened to turned out like this. Last time, I was always intimidated by your presence that I don't speak at all-not standing for myself- is that the me you're still hoping to see right now?" You asked him with curiosity.
                          
 "Honestly yes, we were young by then- but even though I'm quite disappointed to meet you like this right now- I'm quite proud that you grew up from being immature to a mature lady."
                          
 You chuckled then you heard the referee's whistle.
                          
 "No-no. You're mistaken. I didn't grow up." You said, correcting him, "I simply changed. I'm still the old childish me- it’s just that I happened to learn to be a different person towards other people. I learned from you." 
                          
 Your eyes darted towards the courts where Murasakibara just happened to do a dunk.
                          
 'I'm just not being open to you..." you added.
                          
 Then you heard the game's final whistle, when you looked back at the game, Murasakibara was staring at you with a serious face. This surprised you.
                          
 "...Murasakibara-kun-" you almost wanted to go to the lockers to follow him- but then this Tsukamoto- it’s not your thing to leave people all of a sudden.
                          
 "Tsukamoto, can we get straight to the point already?" You said.
                          
 "I told you early- I want us to be back together- again. I realize- after all these years- that my previous girlfriends that I had after you- we weren't compatible- and that only you were the one who-"