Yay-you

A companionable silence descended into the room as Tsukishima and [Name] ate their shortcakes together. The agitated girl thought that the silence would stay, but boy, was she wrong. "[Name]," Tsukishima called out. The said girl turned her head to him. The gap between them was barely a few centimetres, and she swore she could feel his hot breath fanning over her face. Flustered, she bet that her face would rival the redness of a tomato. "Y-Yes?" her question came out as a meek stutter, and she blamed her nerves, for they only seemed to make her more nervous by merely being in her crush’s presence. He drove her insane with his mercil