𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ➼ 𝐤.𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

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The rest of the tour was spent trying to focus on giving a fun, lively tour for the kids while also throwing subtle shots at your new-found nemesis.

This dude was relentless. Whether it was “accidentally” bumping into you or stepping on your toes. Encouraging the kids to do the things you specifically told them not to do, or asking questions just to answer them himself to show off how smart he was. He never missed the opportunity to embarrass you and he made sure you knew it was on purpose.

By the time you had made it to the final display, your patience was just barely hanging on by a thread.

“And this guy is the stegosaurus.” You smiled as you gestured to the giant skeleton.

“Now really funny fact; this guy has one of the tiniest brains ever, the size of a walnut. So if anyone ever calls you a stegosaurus, it means they think you’re incredibly dum-”

You froze as the insult from earlier finally clicked. He seemed to notice this as well, as he hunched over, trying not to laugh.

That motherfucker

You clenched your teeth in an awkward smile that you prayed didn’t look as fake as it felt as you wrapped up your presentation then ushered the students to the fun part of the tour.

Which was, of course, the mini theme park. At this point in time, you essentially got a break, as it was the chaperones that would supervise the kids as they had fun. All you had to do was take pictures of them.

You didn’t mind it at all, it was your favourite part in fact. Sure, kids were loud and gross most of the time but they’re somewhat cute when they’re smiling and cuddling up with dino statues like the two boys in front of you were. You snapped a few pictures, then took a quick glance over the area to make sure everything was still running smoothly.

Out the corner of your eye, you noticed the asshole from before circling one of the dinosaur eggs as if trying to see if he would fit. You forced a laugh down as you tried to focus on the other two little boys who had just asked you to take their photo.

They both noticed your wandering gaze and decided they wanted pictures over there instead.

The first one climbed in easily, and you saw the blonde pout even more. You took your position in front of him, stooping a bit to get a good angle as you ignored the burning gaze on you. The other boy had taken the chance to wander over to the boy who had been glaring at you.

“Hey. You’re really tall.” You heard him blurt out as he stared at the scowling blonde.

“Yeah, I know kid.”

“I have a fun fact for you. Did you know that tall people don’t live as long as short people?” You covered up your laugh with a cough as you took the last picture and helped the kid out the egg.

“Wanna know a fun fact too? Penguins can fly just like velociraptors.”

“What? No, they can’t!”

“Of course they can. As long as you throw them hard enough. Just like small children. And I’m pretty sure I could fling you at least halfway across the park. So what do you say, kid? Want a real dinosaur experience?”

Your eyes widen in shock as the kid begins crying loudly.

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In the end, neither boys got that picture or their “real dinosaur experience”. The older boy did, however, get a screeching teacher to yell at him about how much of an “awful little monster he was” while waving her tiny arms around like a T-Rex so that’s close enough.

As you led them to the gift shop for souvenirs. The annoyed boy hung back as usual and you took it as your personal mission to piss him off even more as revenge for what he had done to you.

“So. Stegosaurus huh?”

He snorted. “The mere fact that it took you so long to get it means I was right.”

You pursed your lips and glared at him. “What the actual fuck is your problem dude? I risk my job to get you on the wrong tour because I felt sorry for you and what do you do? You call me a stupid fucking dinosaur, tried to make me look dumb during the tour AND just threatened to yeet a 7 yr old.”

“He had it coming.” Was all he mumbled in return.

“You’re a prick you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“What’s your name?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“You’ve been a pain in my ass all day. I think I deserve to know at least that.”

“In addition to being a fucking idiot shes entitled too. I bet you have boys just lining up to date you.”

“Shut up. I’m trying to be nice. I scanned your band remember? I can always just look up your information.”

“AND she’s a stalker. The list of fuck ups just never ends with you does it?”

“You realize I can get you kicked out, right?”

“You would be abusing your power.”

“You mean like you were about to abuse that child?”

“Touche. My name is Tsukishima Kei.”

“Well you, Tsukishima Kei– you paused to face him and poke his chest– are an asshole.”

“And you– he glanced at your name tag.-- y/n l/n, are an absolute white crayon. Pretty to look at but useless in every way.”

“You just called me pretty.”

“I also called you useless.”

“B u t, you called me pretty.”

“You are.” He smirked as he watched you face light up. “But she’s prettier.” He pointed to Miku, who was helping the teachers round up the kids. His smirk dropped as he watched your expression change to one of agreement rather than rage or disappointment like he had wanted.

“You are absolutely right. She is gorgeous.” You nodded, looking at her as well.

“Huh?”

“You’ve got taste bud.” You pat his shoulder as you turned to leave again. “No fucking manners whatsoever, but good taste nonetheless.”