𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 |𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚈𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒|

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝- 𝙳𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙿𝙾𝚅𝚜

Yamaguchi's POV

'One-sided love. . . ?' I thought, looking at [y/n] hissing as her wound was getting treated by the school nurse after she tripped while trying to call Tsukki. Why would Tsukki abandon us all of a sudden? What did we do? Ever since they found out what was the cause of that disease, he started dwindling away. Except during practice of course.

Did [y/n] had a crush on Tsukki? I mean she only had two- oh. Does she. . . ? No no no no why would she? But if Tsukki is doing this then. . .

There are two possible reasons on why Tsukki stopped talking to her.

It's either his trying to avoid [y/n] because he figured [y/n] liked him back. However, why would he? He would be happier than the sun. It's been so long since he developed feelings for [y/n] yet he is still not making a step forward.

Or

[y/n] likes. . . me. . .? And maybe MAYBE Tsukki is doing this just so her feelings could be returned and would probably cure the disease. . . ? I don't know. . .

And. . . WELL I'M NOT REALLY SURE IF THIS IS ACTUALLY- WELL. . . I MEAN [y/n] only hung out with us for the past years and well I am not dense. Of course I saw signs and Tsukki probably saw this as well. I denied it for so long just for Tsukki. Just so he could at least take another step forward. But he didn't. Instead, he took a step down. I wasn't in class 1-4 for nothing.

"You could take her to class now. Thankfully the wound wasn't that deep or big." The nurse gave me a calm smile, handing me a late excuse permit. I smiled back and bowed at the professional.

"Can you walk?" I asked [y/n] as I escorted her out of the clinic. She only gave me a tranquil smile while nodding, obviously reassuring me that she was fine.

"You can go to class now Yams, I just gotta go to the comfort room." She stood properly, pointing at the comfort rooms near the clinic. I looked at her anxiously but she reassured me she was fine before walking to the comfort room. How would've she reacted if it was Tsukki. . ?

"DO I LOOK FINE DUMBASS?! THIS WAS YOUR FAULT! NOW CARRY ME TO THE CLASSROOM BEFORE I REPORT THIS TO THE PRINCIPAL YOU JACK FUCK"

Yeah. She would've said that. Heh. Gosh, I miss their daily fights so much. I walked to class and gave the teacher the late excuse permit. Thankfully, she understood and told me to go back to my seat. I nodded and did what she told me to. I looked at Tsukki, he looked worried and guilty. Well for other people, it's hard to describe what he was feeling right now but for a childhood friend like me, his expression was readable as a book.

Sooner after, [y/n] entered the classroom. Bowing to our teacher as an apology for taking too long. "I understand. You may go back to your seat." Was all that our teacher said. She nodded and sat on her chair.

Class began & ended like usual. It was kind of different not having Tsukki around. Without him, [y/n] was all calm and awkward around everyone. Like a whole different person. She speaks so calmly, it scares me. Of course, this wasn't the first time this happened. Her personality was always like this before we three met.

"Good morning, Yams. Have you finished the homework?"

"You mean the one that was due next next week?"

"Yeah"

"No. . .? What about you?" I was kinda expecting she didn't since she wasn't the type to answer it really early.

"Oh, I finished it last night because I had nothing to do while you were at practice."

"Wasn't that like given yesterday?"

"Heh-"

That conversation still gives me shivers more than a horror movie can. Did Tsukki possess her or something? I guess she just misses Tsukki so much. Honestly, why hasn't she fallen for him yet?

Enough of this. I still have to figure out how to help her with the disease. Since Aoki-san died, we would just have to assume since as students, we are too busy in club activities as well as our studies. So if the cause is one-sided love then. . .

. . .

Right.

But does she REALLY like me?

What if. . . I was wrong?

There's only one way to find out.

After practice, we were tasked to clean up. I approached Tsukki who was picking up volleyballs from the floor. "Tsukki. . ." He turned his gaze on me, confused.

Should I really ask him? What if he gets mad. No. I'm doing this for [y/n]. I'm sure he'll understand.

"Who does. . ." I fucked up oh no oh no. It's too late to back down tho. Say it! "[y/n] like. . . ?" I gulped.

I heard him scoff, dropping the volleyballs to the basket before looking at me sternly. "Are you that dense, Yamaguchi?" He balled up his fists.

"She liked you for more than three years now. Three years. Now leave me alone." He grabbed his bag and went off, not even planning to finish his task.

Three years. . . ? That was how long Tsukki liked [y/n]. . . Because of me. . . [y/n] had to go through this. Now I have to fix it. I'm so so so so so sorry Tsukki. I'm gonna fix this. All of this.