thirty-five.

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ok so this picture was requested by -_nico_nico_nii_- & Weebneedsweed this has nothing to do regarding this chapter because i am good child of lord asahi 😌 jk....or.....unless....
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Inspired by the song "Skin" by Dijon.

❝We come alive in the evening, with heat and wet skin
and our bodies are tossed, and turned, tangled up in it❞

Tsukishima

I laid my back down on my bed and Yamaguchi did the same beside me, we were staring at my ceiling for the past twenty minutes. I always thought this room was small, stuffy even, but now that it lies half empty I can see how large it really is.

We didn't talk about anything, or even about what happened in the hospital, I was silent about it but I had the feeling that Yamaguchi wanted to ask me something.

Yamaguchi rolled over on his chest and used his hand as a stand, supporting his chin, "Why do you hate your dad so much?" He blurted out of the blue.

I blinked, my expression blank, not leaving my stare over the ceiling, "Why do you ask?" I groused, eyebrows slightly creasing.

"Just curious," He shrugged his shoulders, "Ever thought about reconsidering?" Yamaguchi pushed, compelety sending me off edge by his question.

Why would he ask such a dumb question? He perfectly knows how I wouldn't hesitate to kill Akihiro a while ago.

I finally fixed my gaze on Yamaguchi, "What? Can't you see he's a dick?" I could feel my voice raising, as my stares started to turn into glares.

I observed his movements as he sat up, he continued to look at me, his eyes held concern, "Have you ever asked him about the reason why?"

I couldn't help but my face twists in annoyance, "Where the fuck is this all coming from?" I glowered and frowned, my eyebrows pulling down together.

"I-I don't . . . I didn't mean it, Tsukki, I was just asking," Yamaguchi defended, fear almost obvious in his voice as it grew smaller.

"No, you're not," I protests, "It's like, you're trying to imply that I should forgive him from the shit he did,"

"Well, why not-"

"It's easy for you to say," I scoffed cutting him mid sentence instantly, "There's your fucking pretty perfect family!" I sarcastically exclaimed.

Shit. I didn't mean to say that.

Yamaguchi blinked a few times, his eyes growing watery but he tried his best to surpress it, "You know nothing," He scowled, grimacing towards me, his face obvious in disagreement.

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