HAIKYUU!! // one shots

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╰►› 〉 ❝ someday ❞ ❁ཻུ۪۪

             haikyuu!! ⌗ tsukishima kei × yamaguchi tadashi ❜ ﹀﹀

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          ୭°︴ 『いつか、あなたは私の気持ちを聞くでしょう。』

It was the alcohol.

Yamaguchi blinked, and a blurred sight of his blonde friend came into view. The heavy scent of beer brushed the tip of his nose, and the bridge of his nose felt like it was being hammered seconds ago. The slow, sensual music playing in the background did not help the situation, for it was not his taste in music. He blinked slowly, his heavy eyelids not letting him affirm the situation.

"...Tsukki?"

Strangely enough, Tsukishima didn't respond immediately. Yamaguchi looked around— as if he was able to see anything but dim lights barely lighting up the bar. A loud noise of glasses clinking together made him flinch; aside from another group of guys having a blast on the other side of the establishment, they were completely alone. The smaller panicked with the thought of his companion in this kind of place not being his only trusted friend, but thankfully, the blonde answered, albeit timid.

"Mhm."

Yamaguchi sighed in relief. "I thought I was with a stranger."

Tsukishima's brows furrowed together. "You called me here."

Did I? Yamaguchi tried to recall. He felt his phone in his pocket and drew it out to check for evidence. Tsukishima was right; around the end of his shift at work, Yamaguchi called the other to have a light drink in a nearby bar, since it was a Friday... Friday?

"Oh, God," Yamaguchi breathed. It was Friday, but specifically, it was the fourteenth day of February. It was Valentines. "...did I—?"

The way his friend averted his gaze just confirmed Yamaguchi's suspicion. And there they were, a couple of idiots flushed in deep red.

Yamaguchi is a calm person. Aside from his rare outbursts — for example, that one time when Hinata accidentally dropped his favorite manga in the toilet — Yamaguchi was never the type of person who is easily driven by emotions. Excitement, yes; If the audience is cheering, his heart swells in anticipation. The occasional horror movie night with the boys is his worst nightmare. And he still acts like a teenage boy whenever he receives a mandatory 'happy new year' letter from Shimizu and Yachi.

But if there is a time whenever he gets extremely out of it, it is Valentines. Yes— Yamaguchi Tadashi never had a girlfriend since birth, and the view of couples on a couple-dedicated day irks him. It makes his blood boil in both anger and envy. When is it? When is it his turn? His mother told him before that someone will arrive someday. But he waited, and waited, and waited... and now he's 27, three years before his life — according to Oikawa's interview in the monthly Japan Volleyball Magazine — ends.

"Do you need water?" His friend's soft voice whispered to his ear. "I can get some for you."Yamaguchi looked away before nodding a bit. Tsukishima didn't waste any time standing up, making large strides to the counter; thanks to that, he did not see the green-haired clasp his reddish ears with his hands, closing his eyes and deeply sighing.

The man left behind watched the back of his tall companion, as he asks for a glass of water. The bartender almost broke his neck trying to look up, and Yamaguchi can notice the blonde bowing down a bit for the staff to hear him. He can see the bartender handing him the glass, but it seemed like his best friend still had some business to do; he stayed and stood on that counter before he returned, holding a glass of lukewarm water in his right hand and a bowl of ice cubes on the other.