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

fifty-four.

Yamaguchi

Tsukki had been pacing and wandering around my room for about an hour now, asking me about my new furnitures I got for my room. He didn't even bother hiding his excitement from being in my room again. It sure did had been so long.

My mom didn't like Tsukki ever since when we were still kids because she always thought Tsukki was a delinquent, stubborn kid and that he was a bad influence to me. It just happened to be that I really liked hanging out with him because he and I didn't have many friends. It was only Tsukki and I growing up.

My mom got used to us hanging out but restricted him to sleepover at my house so every time Tsukki wanted to come over by night, he would always sneak in through my window. We used to call those nights "The Night Adventures of Tsukki & Yams" and we both would always imagine ourselves riding a sail through the galaxy of stars or sometimes we used to stay up all night watching a bunch of movies in CDs that Tsukki would bring.

We used to talk about our dream careers when we were kids, Tsukki always told me that he wanted to be an amazing volleyball player when he grows up just like his brother Akiteru, on the other hand, I would always tell him that I wanted to be a successful business man just like my dad.

He would always leave before the sun rises and those nights with Tsukki was the best moments of my childhood with him.

"Damn, you kept these drawings?" Tsukki giggled placing our drawings down the floor one by one, the ones we drew back when we were in grade school, around ten years old and such.

Tsukki had that childish grin on his face that he barely showed to other people but me. His smile was one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. I could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. He was never scared to show his vulnerable self whenever I'm around and I couldn't feel more special.

"I always thought your drawings was cooler than mine," He chuckled to himself, eyeing my drawing with scrutiny.

A grin crept tugging by the corners of my lips, "Really? I thought yours looked good. Mine had very crooked lines,"

Tsukki laughed again, shaking his head leisurely as the childhood memories we shared lingered through the walls of my small room, it's funny how my friendship with Tsukki had been so weird lately ever since we included kissing and touching. But the way we treat each other never changed. It was always the same.  As if nothing even happened.

I sat down by the bed and Tsukki on the floor, the room fell silent but the silence was comfortable, warm even. It made me feel sleepy. I cleared my throat to occupy the growing silence, "Uh . . ." I started, dragging my eyes off the carpeted floor.

Tsukki blinked slowly, as he fixed his gaze on me raising his both eyebrows for me to continue, I start to fiddle with my fingers as my eyes glimpsed down my hands, "I-I'm sorry I pushed you away . . ." I trailed, Tsukki didn't speak for a few seconds as a sigh making its way to my lips, "Thrice . . ."

He studied my face for a few seconds, he shrugged his shoulders, fixing his sliding glasses up his nose bridge, "It's fine," Tsukki's voice was now monotone, his eyes dropped down back to the drawings he held.

And then the silence took over once again, but it wasn't long until Tsukki started to speak again, "How are you and Yachi?" He asked, not leaving his gaze down the papers.

"U-Um . . ." I stuttered, glancing around the room, "We . . . Uh . . . Well, it's . . ." Stammer after stammer, it felt like my brain had been corrupted. Tsukki gave his attention back to me, raising one eyebrow as his face traced in confusion because I was hesitating, I took a deep breath and sighed heavily, "We broke up,"