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

fourty-eight.

Yamaguchi

The play has finally ended when we took the last set back, "Good game!" Sugawara-san beamed towards Daichi-san as they both gave each other a pat on the back.

Hinata-kun looked excited as he could barely contain his delight, "Did you see that Kageyama-kun? We took a set back!" He chirped, proudly.

Kageyama-kun scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, after three defeats," He smirked.

They both started to bicker and all that, I was so exhausted from doing punishment drills and running around, if Tsukki slacked off we would've won by the second set but his play was very unforgiving today.

We were all in the volleyball club room as we all changed from our sweaty jersey uniform. There are days the tiredness comes in both forms, physical and mental.

My body needs to rest yet my mind needs it to move, to burn the anxiety right out. Without exercise my mind will keep me up all night long, without rest my body will spiral into exhaustion.

In the club room, I stood in front of my open locker, staring at my messy bag, my uniform scattered all over, I took a clean white shirt from my bag, wearing it on my head when I realized that everybody had went back to the gymnasium to prepare for our team meeting.

By the empty, quiet room, I took the opportunity to lay down on the cold floor, I could feel the hotness of my body coming out, sweat dripping from everywhere, I sighed as I felt my muscles relaxed but still throbbing from exhaustion.

Each workout the sweat cooled my skin and brought a deeper hue to my clothing, yet this is how I knew everything would work out, that I would remain in good shape and proud of myself. It was the sweetest of things, to sweat, to feel the stress rise up and out of my skin with each molecule of water.

I closed my eyes to take in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, when I hear someone shutting a locker, making me jolt up from the floor, I flinched by the sudden clank of metal.

Searching the room, my eyes dropped my gaze over Tsukki who stood in front of his locker - without a shirt. His torso bare and white. It had been a while since I've seen him naked, the last time I did, I was in their house. The day we kissed for the first time ever.

Tsukki's body drastically changed, his muscles more toned than before, but his scrawny frame still the same with his broad shoulders, his collarbones still obvious.

The sweat settled upon his soft skin as newly melted snow crystals, in that sweat his skin became more beautiful, more glowing, than any my heart could have imagined. 

He tensed when he noticed my presence, blinking for a few times before clearing his throat, he looked a bit surprised, "Oh, I didn't know you were here . . ." Tsukki mumbled, averting his eyes from me, as he held his shirt in his hands.

I pursed my lips together and didn't replied. How long do I have to keep my image up? I can't fall for his trap again, this time. I have to prevent things from occurring, again. I can't do things I would regret. Again.

The room fell silent but Tsukki's shuffling from the way he fixed his clothes from his bag, I quickly took my clothes, shoving them in my bag and I didn't even care if it was messy as long as I get out of the room as soon as possible. Bolting up from the bench, I took my bag as I hang them on my shoulder before pacing the room, eager to leave.

When I was about to leave, my heart almost stopped when Tsukki's hand gripped my wrist. From a quick moment, my heart was already beating out of my chest, it was so intense I could hear it on my ears, I feel like Tsukki could also hear my heart beat.

"W-What?" I managed to say, I stumbled my words, nervous as I felt his grip slightly tightened around my wrist.

Tsukki didn't look at me, his eyes still staring down, "Why do you keep on ignoring me?" His voice was low, quiet even, but I could hear it clear as day.

The room felt small, I suddenly feel like I have claustrophobia, I tried to speak but I couldn't find my voice anymore, even my hearing senses became blurry.

Tsukki stood up from the bench, not taking off of his grip from my wrist, "Why?" He whispered, finally fixing his gaze on me, his eyes glistened through his glasses,

His eyes appeared glassy and his mouth hung open, trying desperately to find the words he wanted to say.

I did the same as I searched my mind for the right words, Tsukki stepped towards me, a crease forming between his brows.

"Why won't you talk to me?" His voice broke, taking a sharp inhale, his stare was brooding, anxious even. I couldn't reply, again, I was lost with words.

"Fucking talk to me, Tadashi," Tsukki's voice was thick with emotions, it was seeping through my ears, absorbing the emotions felt from his voice.

"Why do you make it so hard for me to read you," Tsukki's voice was brittled, as if he was close to crying, completely closing the gap between us, he stared at the depths of my eyes, desperately searching for an answer.

The way he moved closer made me step backwards when I realized that there was a wall behind me, making me stop abruptly.

"Tell me, straight to my face," He whispered, his breath fanning my face in the slightest bit, "Tell me honestly, if you regret it,"

I don't.

I don't.

I stared at him, dumbfounded and nervous, I know what my answer is but I couldn't seem to vocalize it as if it's stuck in my head and at the back of my throat.

"Tell me, or I'll kiss you,"