Dust

Day 1: Part 1/2

This is my own AU that I'm creating called "The Useless"

The Useless: Is a fictional disease where once a person thinks the person they love/care for the most no longer needs them a 3 day countdown appears on their wrist. Once the timer hits zero they turn to dust. The only way to prevent dying once they get a timer is to find a way that that person needs them. Otherwise, they are "No longer necessary for the person's happiness". It's not hereditary and is more of a cognitive thing. Everyone in this AU is born with a "self-destruct" option so to speak. If their brain thinks that they're no longer useful it'll initiate the count-down.

The whistle blows, the crowd erupts, cheers come down from his team, and Yamaguchi looks over to the court. He quickly scans through the faces of his teammates to find Tsukishima's. He catches sight of him. He's celebrating.....He just blocked one of Ushijima's monster spikes.

This whole time Tsukishima had been cold and distant towards everyone else on the team. Whenever Yamaguchi looked into his eyes during practice it always made him sad that Tsukishima's excitement and love for volleyball had disappeared.

In junior high Yamaguchi had always adored the look of happiness in Tsukishima's eyes when he successfully blocked a spike, or when he watched Volleyball matches on the team and he excitedly pointed out his favorite highlights to him in the cold security of his room. Now that was all gone, hidden behind the brown walls in his irises that he had built up for himself.

Yamaguchi was determined to bring those walls down and help bring the love for Volleyball back into the heart of his best-friend and long term crush. But, now that he was seeing it, seeing those walls crumble down it was sort of.....bittersweet.

He was happy for him, he really was, but he also felt a small sting in his chest and tears of both happiness and sadness in the corner of his eyes. He'd been trying to get Tsukishima happy again for so long that he didn't know what would happen between the two now that he's accomplished it.

He realizes something.

He's been seemingly hanging on to the friendship by himself for so long hoping to complete his goal. Just like everyone said. Now that Tsukishima's better he can be happy and practice doing what he loves with his friends.

"He doesn't need me anymore." Yamaguchi thought.

He felt more tears welling up, threatening to slip, which he pushed back and a tingling on the inside of his right wrist. He turned it slightly and glanced down at it. He furrowed his brows and frowned deeply, lacing his hands behind his back and forcing himself to smile for the team's sake.

He would think about it later.

"Now isn't the time, Tadashi." He told himself.

They won against Shiratorizawa in a drastic turn of events and went out to eat together to celebrate as a team afterwards.

On the walk back home with Tsukishima he tried not to think about what he saw. When he got home he told his mom about the events of the game and quickly went up to his room, not bothering to turn the light on with the room lit just barely enough to see by the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, and shoved his bag down on the desk chair.

He glanced down at the Green bag in question, which reminded him of Tsukishima who had the same one in Red, and plopped down on his bed staring up into his dark room.

He made the decision, despite his mind telling him not to because he'll just keep obsessing over it if he looks now, to look at his right wrist and huffed slightly at the sight of nothing changing about the state of it since the game.