The morning that soon followed the day affer. Nothing out of the ortinary. Was a descent one. It was a cloudy day. Usual for a Monday mornings. It was around 5:30 when Tsukishima got to school, seeing his and his other teammates at practice. He walked in, greeting his upper classmates.
Tsukishima went to put on his clothes to practice in. Once he stepped out, he saw Tadashi talking to the 2 idiots he never really liked. But he went over anyway to great his friend.
"Hey, tsuki!" Yamaguchi smiled at him as he waved, making the oranged haired boy waiting for his greating.
"What are you staring at?" Tsukishima looked over at him. The boy panicked a bit, trying to make an excuse that he wasn't looking at him until the blacked haired setter dragged him away. Leaving the 2 alone.
"Hey, tsuki!! How are you doing?" Yamaguchi asked, holding a volleyball in both hands about to go practice once more.
"I'm doing fine, Tadashi. How are you?" The other replied, taking the ball from the other, bouncing it up and dow, making a loud sound against the gym floor.
"I'm doing wonderful! Thank you for asking!!" His eyes lit up with joyment, being able to see best friend like this made him happy himself.
Yamaguchi has always been afraid of being made fun of ever since he was in grade school after being found getting picked on. So Tsukishima made up for his past by always being by his side.
"That's nice, Tadashi." Tsukishima looked back at him. The only the sound of volleyballs smacking the floor, sneakers squeaking hearing others yell echoed through out the gym.
"We should practice.!" The shorter one suggested as the taller one nodded.
"You're right." The other said as the 2 boys walked side by side to go practice.
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The Last Petal
FantasiaTadashi Yamaguchi loved roses. they were his absolute favorite. Kei Tsukishima always had a tiny sweet on him. But never got to chance to tell him.. . . contains: angst death violence PTSD? . . I don't not own any of these pictures, or character...
