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

sixty-nine.

Yamaguchi

"Yamaguchi-kun, may I talk to you for a minute?" Kiyoko-senpai said from behind, while my entire body shutters when I heard her voice.

I flinched before facing her, the color on my face draining away, I swallowed. "Yes, Kiyoko-senpai?" My voice managed to come out after putting up the strength that's left in me.

Kiyoko-senpai pursed her lips together, averting her eyes down the floor and then back to me, "I thought I'd ask you if . . . you and Tsukishima-"

I couldn't help but quickly cut her mid sentence, instantly as if I was waiting for her to realize it, "Yes." I abruptly answered.

She paused and her eyes widened a little, but Kiyoko-senpai's furrowed brows soften in realization after a few seconds, "Oh . . ." Kiyoko-senpai whispered before speaking again as if hesitating, "And Yachi-chan?"

The energy felt a tad awkward but then Kiyoko-senpai nodded her head slowly as if understood the entire situation as I stayed silent, looking down at my fiddling fingers and unable to form coherent sentences. "Oh . . . It's okay." She mumbled, placing a hand over my shoulder and squeezing it lightly for comfort, we stayed silent for a few more minutes, I honestly had no idea what to tell her anymore that she knew what's exactly going on, I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment, I have never been open with my sexuality to anyone but Tsukki. 

Kiyoko-senpai sighed, "If you don't feel like talking about yet, it's okay. No pressure." She smiled, until Tanaka-san approached us both with a small smile on his face.

"You ready to go home?" Tanaka-san asked, placing his hand over Kiyoko-senpai's shoulder. I felt myself flinch from his voice, "What's up with you Yamaguchi-kun? What's with the long face?" He added, quirking an eyebrow and staring both of us completely confused.

I pursed my lips together before my eyes bravely looked back up towards Kiyoko-senpai, giving her a worried, pained expression, begging her to amplify - to not tell Tanaka-san about it. Kiyoko-senpai sighed and shook her head slightly, "I'm okay. I was just talking about Yamaguchi-kun about Yachi-san's leave." She explained, giving Tanaka-san a small smile and then her eyes trailing back to me. 

"Right. I wouldn't know what to do, too if the love of my life would leave me." Tanaka-san tittered in a mocking way, grinning towards Kiyoko-senpai and wriggling his eyebrows. 

I felt the tension sitting on my chest going away when I felt myself urge to laugh at Tanaka-san's joke and Kiyoko-senpai's stern expression, "Ryu-kun, I would want to speak to Yamaguchi-kun for a minute, could you wait for me outside?" Kiyoko-senpai politely dismissed Tanaka-san, her lips stretching into a small smile and then bringing her attention back to me.

Tanaka-san blinked a few times, observing the once again growing tension between Kiyoko-senpai and I, though he shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head slowly, "Okay . . ." He muttered before striding away.

I sighed and closed my eyes in relief, "Thank you for not telling him, Kiyoko-senpai." I said, barely a whisper before biting my lower lip, "I-I mean, I tried-tried to love Yachi-san and I wanted what's best for her, too, but it's just . . ."I heave another deep sigh as I gave up my stuttering sentence.

My shoulder hunched and I looked down to my feet, I didn't know what to tell Kiyoko-senpai especially that I knew how much she cared for Yachi-san because she looked after her like a sister and that I've known of. I felt ashamed, embarrassed or even at fault for being like this. I felt my eyes water. I knew how sad  I've caused Yachi-san. The switch from reaction to reflection, to process, to arrive at a good response, was signalled by the sigh.

She nodded her head and with a blissful expression and catching me off guard, Kiyoko-senpai pulled me into a tight hug, rubbing the small of my back ever so slightly, "I'm so glad you told me, Yamaguchi-kun. I know, it's a lot to take in," She breathes, "It's okay. It's not your fault."

I had been hugged before, but not like this since my Kei. That loving hug of acceptance in a world who despised us. There was something so warm, something that felt right. I let my body sag, my muscles became loose. I gave her the respect of an equal but cradled me like a cherished child. In that embrace, I felt my worries loose their keen sting and my optimism raise its head from the dirt. I felt my eyes stung with tears as I had the courage to pull my arms up to hug Kiyoko-senpai back.

"Thank you. Kiyoko-senpai. So much." I whispered.

As she pulls away from the hug, she fixed her glasses up her nose bridge and straightened her uniform jacket by the front, "I wish you well, Yamaguchi-kun, but you do know you have to let others know, too, right?"

I gave her a beam and nodded my head, "I will let them know, Kiyoko-senpai." I knew that her encouraging words would give me the courage to tell people what I really am. Gradually, I would come out of my shell. I've always thought how brave Tsukki is for telling it to his family. Pursing my lips together, she strides away, and then turned her back to face me, again, "Oh, and . . . I hope whatever happened between you and Tsukishima-san here in the gymnasium a while ago wouldn't happen again." She added, but with a small smile before walking away.

And with that, I felt my cheeks and ears heating up from embarrassment. God. This is embarrassing. I closed my eyes and sighed when I hear Yachi-san's voice from behind, approaching my direction. I peered over her and greeted her with a smile.

Yachi-san quirked an eyebrow as she bemused, "Were you just talking to Kiyoko-senpai?" She asked, peering from my behind where Kiyoko-senpai walks.

I didn't want to think and talk about it anymore so I shrugged my shoulders, "Yeah . . . She just asked me about the uh . . . your leave." I said, averting my eyes down the floor.

"Oh . . . okay, I'll see you by dinner, then?" Yachi-san gripped both her bag straps from her sides and rocked her heels down the floor, I was glad that she wanted to change the topic right away. Maybe I was being too obvious that I didn't liked talking about my relationship with Tsukki in public. 

Crap.

I almost forgot about the dinner. 

Blinking a few times, I gave her a nod and a smile, "Yes. I will see you by dinner." I quickly dismissed the conversation not wanting to talk more as I felt a person from my behind, slightly groping my . . . ass? I quickly flinched by the strong grip and in an instinctive manner, my body felt too hot when I realized that it was Tsukki who stood from my behind.

Tsukki quickly shoved his hand back to his slack's pockets and raised both his brows, "You ready to go?" He asked, before he realizes that Yachi-san was just in front of me.

Yachi-san gave an assertive smile as she shrugged both her shoulders, "I'll be on my way, Yamaguchi-kun . . . Tsukishima-san. I'll see you later." Without wanting to stay any longer now that Tsukki had arrived, she was quick to dismiss herself as she started to walk away from us.

I watched her until she disappears from the gymnasium. The people around were getting lesser in each passing moments as people started to exit the gym. Tsukki's expression were stern and stoic, he peered me through his hooded eyes, "See you later? For what?" He asked, his voice a bit bored, though didn't bother hiding his curiosity.

I gripped my back on my shoulder as I started to walk, making Tsukki start walking, too beside me, "The dinner, remember?" I reminded him.

Tsukki's hardened expression relaxes in realization, "Oh . . ." He mumbled too quietly.

Taking a few steps away as we walk, trying to ignore the anxiety growing at the pit of my stomach as I start to worry about the people around us.

What if they know about my relationship with Tsukki?

And the whole façade with Yachi-san?

What if people start to notice that I . . .

Don't like girls.

"Are you okay?" Tsukki's voice interrupted my thoughts as I felt myself flinch, quivering my bottom lip as I stared at Tsukki in horror.

My eyebrows pulled down together, jutting my lips forward and shaking my head in pure disapproval, "We are never going to have sex in public anymore." I tell him.