Moonshine | TsukkiHina

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       Yamaguchi clutches the tape tightly. It's the only thing he could find to record the conversation with; his phone doesn't have that capability. Tadashi's run gradually slows to a walk as he gets further away from Shouyou's home. Unable to believe what he'd just done, the panic on his face is clearly displayed by the darting eyes, the trembling hands, and the small sweatdrops.

      What he'd heard? Mind-blowing stuff, no doubt. However, it would all pale in comparison to what he was planning to do. Well, half-planning, anyway. The whole recording setup wasn't his initial idea, you see, the entire scheme belonged wholly and indefinitely to one jealous setter by the name of Kageyama Tobio. Two very different people, somehow united under one cause: the ridiculous thing that mortals call love. It was simple. Yamaguchi liked Tsukishima. Kageyama played host to a developing affection for Hinata. Things (involving a slammed locker and a certain pressuring presence) happened, and now the two somehow "have each other's backs".

      Returning to the present, Tadashi opens the door to the small café Tobio had designated the previous day. Catching sight of the glossy raven-dark hair, the freckled child walks over in a bundle of nerves and trips upon reaching the table, only to be caught by Kageyama's helping hand.

      "Why did you take so long?" The young man sitting at the table wastes no time with formal greetings, and instead proceeds to extract what he'd come for. His usually stiff tone is far from being heard, replaced by a sweeter and more sugarcoated one. Oddly enough. "I trust you got the recording, we've both been monitoring them for how long now? Three months, is it?"

      Still having difficulties speaking up despite being "close" companions, Yamaguchi hesitates before nodding slowly, offering up the tape by placing it on the table. He lays it with such caution that one might think it would explode. 

    "Yes," He says after pausing. "They haven't actually talked to each other until now." Something itches in the back of Tadashi's mind, something seems off.  However, he can't quite remember what that thing was. Unable to identify it, he shakes the negative feeling off. 

    "Good, good... thanks, Yamaguchi. We're one step closer to getting them to notice us now." Kageyama replies, a genuine smile present on his face. Tadashi's almost sickened by how off-putting it is, he's not used to it. He simply gives a sheepish grin and proceeds to stare down at his feet, hanging off the long-legged chair as he picks at the wood chipping off of the table. 

    The itch of curiosity only worsens as the silence gets heavier; Yamaguchi feels the need to say something but can't bring himself to. A waitress comes by with a drink for Tobio, who takes it and asks Tadashi if he wants anything. He quietly refuses, but moves his eyes to stare his "friend" dead-on in the eye. It's finally clicked.

    "How did you know that this was going to happen?"

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    Tsukishima slams the door of his shoe locker closed, and is startled by the bright orange head of hair that waits behind it. He screams in a very un-Tsukishima-like way and drops all his things, drawing all the attention of those in the hall.

    "WHAT?" Hinata shouts in response, oblivious to the situation. "WHAT'S WRONMFFF..." His concern is muffled by a slap to the face, courtesy of Kei. Passerby stifle laughs, unable to look away. Shouyou clutches his cheek with tears and an expression so comical that you'd feel compelled to laugh rather than sympathize. 

    "I don't care what you are or where you were raised, when did you ever learn that it was okay to scare anyone like that?!"The tall blonde whisper-yells, nervously glancing at all the pairs of eyes on them. "For god's sakes...." He grabs Hinata's sleeve and drags him away to an emptier section of the school, peeking around again before crouching down to reach the shorter one's ear. "My friends, they finally responded."

    "And???" The pain of the slap has immediately gone from Shouyou's face, now replaced with anticipation. 

    "You leave, this Friday. Be packed and ready to go, Mom—I mean, Suga-senpai and Sawamura-senpai will pick you up at 5 from my house." The orange hair nods at Tsukishima's words, too caught up in the idea of leaving to notice the odd change in choice of wording. "But that's only if you want to go."

    "Duh." Hinata can't help but scoff, but deep down he knows he's being ridiculously vulnerable. It isn't like him to open himself up to someone like this, and he realizes it. Unfortunately for him, his curiosity won that fight a long time ago. He hasn't met any other fumetsu besides Pluto. 

    Kei bites his lip and averts his eyes for a split second, as if avoiding something. However, the feeling quickly passes and he speaks up against the silence. 

    "Oh, and one more thing." A small pair of brown eyes flash towards him. "Whatever they say about me—" In what both Hinata and Tsukshima look back on as perhaps the most horribly timed intervention of the century, Yamaguchi breaks his way onto the scene, popping their bubble of privacy.

    "Tsuki!" He says, happily attaching himself to the blonde's arm. It requires all of Shouyou's willpower not to go off on him right then and there. "Oh sorry, did I interrupt something here?" His words are so genuinely full of concern it's hard for the two to feel upset.

    "No," Hinata emits a bright smile for reassurance, melting Tsukishima's poor heart in the process and making the latter go red. "I was just going. You two get to class, now." He adds awkwardly as he turns and hurries away, leaving his new friend behind with no regard for the sentence that he didn't get to finish.