The Moon's Redamancy In Fall [Tsukishima x Yamaguchi]

fourteen.

Inspired by the song "Daddy Issues" by The Neighbourhood

❝It's crazy what you do for a friend.❞

Yamaguchi

"T-Tsukki . . ." I could feel Tsukki's slow feathery breaths against the crook of my neck.

My heart was beating so fast, I feel like the room was changing angles with every beat of my heart. I felt dizzy.

I was clutching Tsukki's shirt from behind because I could feel my breath hitching as we stayed that way for another minute. He buried his face more in the crook of my neck, moving his head side to side, signaling me to recline my head a little for his further access.

It was indeed been so long since Tsukki had hugged me like this. Tsukki's entire body felt hot but he wasn't sweating. It's probably because of the effect of the alcohol in his system. His warmth somehow felt . . . comforting.

"Yamaguchi . . ." He slurred his words against my skin making me shiver a little.

My palms started to sweat in nervousness, "Tsukki, y-you should lay down," I whispered, tilting my head a little, when I finally spoke, that was when I realized I was ready slurring my words.

Oh, no. I'm drunk.

I was expecting him to stand up properly but instead, he started to plant feathery, light kisses on my neck. I stifled a gasp from the sudden movements of his lips. What the hell? That was the moment I felt like the room had shrunk. The air seemed to change ambiance and everything was shifting.

I tried to surpress a moan as his kisses started to deepen, making it into wet, heavy kisses, with each drag of his soft lips from my skin, I could feel my body melting with his lips.

Do friends do this?

But no. He's not sober.

I want this. I want him.

But not like this.

I forcefully pulled away from him, holding him to his place. His head was bobbing up and down. Tsukki pulled his head up and gave me a crooked smile, the moon from the window of his room was illuminating on his red stained cheeks. Tsukki's glasses were placed uneven, almost sliding down from the bridge of his nose and his eyes were squinting as he stared down at me without wiping off his pouty smile.

God, I wanted to kiss him.

"You're so fucking cute," He dragged his words before letting out a hearty laugh. Even his laugh makes him a lot attractive.

Star-strucked by his playful grin, I never saw Tsukki this drunk because he doesn't really drink, but right now, he's giving me a lot of emotions. I didn't even know what to feel despite his strange actions these past few days. I haven't even asked him about his dad. What could've happened between them?

Tsukki's breath smelled like mint and liquor combined. His eyes were trained on some invisible spectre, his heavy eyelids a fraction too slow to blink, his irises too stationary. It was as if his brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute.

He studied my face, holding my gaze as his expression softens, "Can you . . ." He dragged his words and paused before speaking again.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving up and down in a rapid way, "Can you stay for the night?" Tsukki's eyes glints from the light that was coming from his room's window.

Tsukki's eyes dilates, studying my face, patiently waiting for an answer. I wanted to say yes, but then it hits me.

Crap. My mom.

By the realization of it, my heart started to beat fast, "I-I need to go home," I stuttered, my lips quivering slightly. Crap. I completely forgot about my mom!

Panic was starting to creep in me, grabbing my phone from the pockets of my jeans, my fingers were fumbling with my phone with disjointed thoughts as my mind zips from one unrelated thought to another. My heart started pounding at a increasingly rapid pace. I checked my watch.

It was already past midnight.

Crap. What do I tell my mom? God, she's going to see me drunk. I'm going to get in a lot of trouble! How do I even get home at this time? Will there be buses? With shaky fingers, I opened my phone and one missed call from my mom appeared on my screen.

Wait.

One?

One freaking missed call?

Did I just got kicked out?

I was panicking and did not even notice Tsukki had been standing in front of me the whole time, watching me, with his lips curled into a slight smirk, "Don't worry about it," He tells me, grinning.

I was so confused. Why would mom not worry about me? Usually when I'm late for dinner, it wouldn't be impossible for her to go to the cops and report a missing child. I'd even receive a hundreds of missed calls before getting a police blotter.

My mind started to doze off, I was scrolling through my phone, relentlessly, looking for my mom's messages. I found nothing, but one missed call. What the heck?

Suddenly, Tsukki grabbed my phone from my hand, completely cutting the trail of worrying thoughts overflowing from my mind.

He tossed my phone down on his bed, "Yamaguchi, you're overthinking . . ." Tsukki breathes, his hand travelling down at the back of my palms up to my shoulders.

Tsukki placed his hands on both my cheeks, taking me in his large palms, I gasped with the sudden turn of events. He was gazing through my eyes intently. In the shadows, his face was so close to mine that I could smell the strong, sweet ropy fragrance of the liquor he had been drinking, his stare burning through me, his emotions telling him he needs more of a connection, or that I do.

Though I guess in reality it's both of us. His eyes are so different in moments like these, more soft than I knew eyes could be. The stoic, sarcastic, stingy man is gone and instead it is the eyes of one who could feel emotions deeply. If it were anyone else I would drop my gaze, but with him I'm drawn in closer, always wanting more.

Tsukki bit his lip, eyes everywhere but on me. Then he moves closer with those eyes that look so deeply into his own. My breathing becomes softer, the pensive look on his face melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. My body squirms just a little as my muscles relaxed. Our faces growing inch closer . . .

"Tadashi!" A voice from the hallway follows, making Tsukki and I froze on our feet.

Oh, come on.