忘れる forget. || tsukihina band au (on hold)

three

HINATA'S POV

          Tsukishima was helping me clean my tattoo when he suddenly stopped. I stopped humming and looked up to see him staring at me in the mirror. We stayed still for a few moments before he leaned down next to my ear and turned his head toward it. His lips were almost brushing against me, and I could feel my face heating up more and more by the second.

          "T-Tsuki?" I stuttered, subconsciously tilting my head.

          "Hmm?" he leaned down further, placing his cheek on my shoulder.

          I could feel him breathing on my neck. It was warm, and it wasn't helping the fact that I was already heating up.

          "Are you tired?" I asked him.

          "No. Why?" He replied quietly.

          I shook my head in response. I never knew him to be so touchy, not even with Yamaguchi. It wasn't like him. Maybe he'd changed a little. It had been years since I was alone with him, or even with him for more than an hour really.

          The door swung open all of a sudden, and we both moved away from each other. I looked down at my feet wide eyed.

          "Hey," Bokuto yawned, "do you still need help cleaning your tattoo?"

          When I didn't answer, he looked over at Tsukishima.

          "Am I... interrupting something..?"

          "No," Tsukishima and I both said in unison.

          "Okayyy..." Bokuto awkwardly said as he shut the door.

          "So um... I'm gonna go to bed now. You?" I asked.

          He nodded, and we both went back to my room. Normally, I'd sleep in the middle of the bed, but I slept on the left this time since it's closer to the window. As I got in bed, Tsukishima stood there like he wasn't sure if he should get in my bed. It's not his fault though since I didn't technically give him permission, so I pulled the covers back and pat the bed. He hesitated, but got in and made himself comfortable.

          I turned off the lamp, and we both said our goodnights. I couldn't manage to fall sleep though. I just stared out the window and thought about the past few years of my life. I remember almost exactly when Kageyama began to get so distant. Our relationship was one sided, and it was full of lies, though I would never admit it to anyone. I kind of knew something was happening, but I had no solid evidence. The reality was I did actually love him, and maybe I still did. I didn't know. Everything I did know about love was attached to an image of him, and that's fucked up to say the least. I should've listened from the start. Kenma saw all the red flags I didn't, and I didn't even bother to take it into consideration. Not even once. I knew he wanted to say 'I told you so', and he should have, but he wouldn't. Not to me.

          I rolled over and was met with Tsukishima's back. I just stared, not thinking he was awake still. I was very mistaken.

          "Yes, Hinata?"

          I found it scary that he could always tell when someone wanted to say something. It was like he could read minds or something, but I've realized he's just very good at reading people. Body movements, facial expressions. If you're tense, he knows. If you're smiling to cover up sadness, he knows. How he's so good at it I'll never know.

          I didn't reply to him because the words wouldn't form. I knew what I wanted, but not how to ask for it, so I just stayed quiet, and I played with the blanket and curled my legs up. I couldn't stay still.