Like This - Haikyuu!! Band AU

♢TSUKISHIMA♢

"No, Tadashi. I'm not joining the music club!" I shouted into the phone.

"Oh, come one Tsukki!" he pleaded. "We have keys, a guitarist, a bassist. Everything but a drummer! I wouldn't be asking if I didn't already search for someone and come up empty handed."

I sighed. "Why does it even matter? The music clubs dying. It has been ever since that one killer guitarist graduated. Just let it rest in peace."

"It matters because I want to have an actual band for once. I've been waiting for this my whole life," he said. "You know how much I want this. You haven't played since your brother-"

"Don't you dare mention him, Yamaguchi!" I yelled.

The other side of the phone went silent, and all I was able to hear was my deep breaths.

I heard Tadashi's shaky breath through the phone. "You're right. Sorry, Tsukki. I'll stop asking."

And then the line went dead.

"Fuck!" I growled, throwing my phones down on my bed and pacing the floor.

I felt terrible. It wasn't his fault my brother was a deadbeat who lied to his family. But of course I had taken put my anger on the kind boy once again.

Why did I always do this shit? Why couldn't I treat Tadashi like he deserved.

I picked my phone back up and quickly typed out an apology to Tadashi, purposefully leaving out he topic of the music club.

I knew my best friend wanted this so bad. I just couldn't bring myself to sit down at that drum set. I couldn't do it. Because doing that meant I might end up just like my brother.

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I dragged myself to my locker the next day only to see two boys standing there, one being the red-head from the other day.

"That's him?" the other boy questioned. I squinted my eyes. He looked fairly familiar.

"Yeah," the shorty replied. "Tsukishima, hi! Can I talk to you for a minute?"

I raised an eyebrow, opening my locker. "You have five minutes. Speak."

"Oh! Well, okay, Yamaguchi has sewmed down these past couple days and when we asked him, he said it had something to do with yout not wanting to join the club," Shorty explained.

I looked down at him. "He's still sad about that? I told him, it's nothing to do with him. This is just what I want."

The taller one spoke. "Dude, what could possibly be the problem? Just play."

Suddenly, I was able to really take him in. From his dark blue waves, to the earrings that hugged his ears to the intimidating spark in his eye.

"Holy shit, it's the Stage King!" I said, smirking. "Never thought I'd get to meet the self-centered man himself."

The boy scowled while his companion put a hand on his arm. "Uhm, he doesn't really like that name."

"So tell me, your majesty, are you going to force me to play just so you can overshadow me?" I mocked.

He growled. "Shut up, asshole."

I chuckled. "Awww, you gonna cry? Send your little peasant after me?"

All at once, I'm shoved against the locker by the collar of my shirt. I smirked down at his intimidating expression. Silence filled the halls as the shorty stood in shock.