Inevitable || tsukiyama au

CHAPTER 2.

Yamaguchi wondered if Moe really was over Tsukishima.
The other day she did tell them that she was, but they remembered the weird, saddened look on her face.
Adn she did tell them that she didn't care about the neighbour thing.
She wouldn't lie to them, would she?

They were lost in thought, absentmindedly watching tv, when a sudden "BANG" sound came from the common balcony of their floor, shaking all their thoughts away. They rushed to the door, asking politely if everyone was okay. No answers.

Yamaguchi, as usual, started to worry.
They carefully opened the door, and were immediately faced with their new neighbour just standing there, looking pale and completely exhausted. A bruise was quickly forming on the side of his forehead and Yamaguchi figured he must have hit his head somewhere on the wall.
They stared at the blonde in uncomfortable silence.

- « I'm dying. » he said, glancing back at Yamaguchi with puffy eyes.

- « You're dying? » they asked half confused, half - to be honest- very amused.

- « I'm starving. » is all that he answered before passing out.

Yamaguchi was able to grab him before he actually fell and hurt himself again but struggled carrying him to the couch. They wondered what he did in previous lifes to be rewarded with such a height.
They carefully positioned him, making sure there was no way for him to fall, before heading to the kitchen. They started to cook something while the blonde quietly yawned, waking up.
They both stayed quiet for a while, Yamaguchi concentrating on their cooking, glancing back to their neighbour every now and then.
Once everything was boiling on its own, they decided to speak, not enjoying this new awkward atmosphere.

- « Don't even have time to eat a proper meal? You didn't seem to me like the kind of student to work his ass off on the side. »

- « I'm exhausted, no need for small talk. »

- « That's not a very nice way to talk to your host. »

Yamaguchi stayed quiet after that, focusing back on cooking. They tried to ignore the fact that a complete stranger was currently in their living room, staring at the ceiling. He looked, somehow, intrigued.

Yamaguchi was mixing up the sauce with the pastas when they heard him get up.
He walked and joined them in the kitchen, standing right beside them, their shoulders touching. The contact made Yamaguchi flinch.
They turned to see him staring at the plate of pastas, like it was some kind of work of art.

- « What's up? » they asked, trying to sound as relaxed as possible. They felt themselves blush a bit as Tsukishima looked up at them, his eyes leaving the plate of pastas and now staring at the dozens of freckles on their face - as if he was counting them.

- « Nothing, I just wanted to see what you were cooking. »

- « Well it's not easy to cook with a huge guy like you glued to my back, so please step back a bit. » Yamaguchi tried to sound cool and apparently it worked, because the blonde stepped back.

- « You seem good at this. Cooking I mean. » he said.

- « Yeah well, I loved doing it with my mom as a kid. » Yamaguchi chuckled at the memories. « But then they moved, and I wanted to stay, and- »

Yamaguchi stopped talking, bringing themselves back to reality. They had kind of forgotten who they were talking to. The embarrassment made them turn crimson, but as they were about to apologize -

- « Must be hard to be away from them. You're not doing that bad though, it seems. » Tsukishima answered and smiled soflty, amused by the flushed face in front of him.
Yamaguchi tried as hard as they could not to get flustered or coaxed, not to fall inside this obvious trap, but they could still feel all of the hatred go away faster than planned.