Maybe

Strawberry

Something closed on his wrist, and Yamaguchi's fall stopped.
His world stopped moving, and he was pulled somewhere warm and safe.

It must be heaven.

He closed his eyes and breathed in, smelling his favorite scent in the world. Strawberries.

Tsukishima.

Yamaguchi.

Yamaguchi.

"Yamaguchi!"

Something wet fell on his cheek, did it rain in heaven? He looked up dizzily and saw a head of blond hair looking over him.

Crying.

A gasp of relief rang out from somewhere, up, down? To his side? Did he make it? Was it the mop of blonde hair? He wasn't sure anymore.

What was happening?

"Tsu-kishima?" Yamaguchi asked. Not because that might be who it is, but that was the only word on his mind.

Tsukishima.

There was an up and down movement on his chest.

Tsukki.

If Tsukishima was trying to stop his uncontrollable sobs he was failing miserably. He held Yamaguchi close, crying at his chest, and he was... Hiccuping, even.

Yamaguchi felt tears well up in his own eyes, and the entire situation rushed into him. "Why'd you grab me?" Yamaguchi asked in a small voice, seeing what had happened. Holding Tsukishima's head, running his fingers through his hair. Staring up to the heavens. "I thought you didn't care."

Tsukishima calmed down. And once he did he spoke his words in a rough, quiet voice, "I don't want to care. I don't want to, I don't like it." He took a shaky breath in. "But I care about you." His hands on Yamaguchi's back turned to fists. "I care too damn much. I care about what you're doing and I care about who you're talking to and I hate it. I hate my feelings. Because I don't want to be let down, I don't want to have to care."

"Tsukishima..." Yamaguchi felt a small laugh bubble up in his throat, even though now was not the time for giggles. He laid his head on Tsukishima's as a few tears leaked out of his eyes. "Tsukki, it's called being friends. Friends are supposed to care."

Tsukishima sniffled. "Not like this." He whimpered, burying his face deeper into Yamaguchi's sweater. "Not in the way that guys are supposed to care about girls. Not in the way that people in love care about each other. Not in the way that I care about you."

Yamaguchi felt his heart race and his head spin. "I love you." Yamaguchi whispered.

Tsukishima pulled his head up from Yamaguchi's lap. His glasses were off and his face red and puffy. He wasn't supposed to cry, he was supposed to be happy. Yamaguchi had to make him happy.

Yamaguchi blushed as his fingers fidgeted with Tsukishima's hair. "I-I mean... I want you to care about me that way... That you do. Because I care about you that way." He ran his fingers through Tsukishima's hair, as a gentle smile slowly etched its way onto his face. "Because I love you too, Tsukki."

Tsukishima took a moment before he eased his lips into Yamaguchi's, and Yamaguchi smiled wider than he ever had into the strawberry flavored kiss. The kiss that Yamaguchi felt was all he ever needed.

Maybe this was all he needed.

Maybe this was for the best.

Maybe this was the happiest they could ever be.

A/N

Well there you go!! Maybe is done and over with!

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Haha, nope! Lol I have one more suuuuper special epilogue in store, and I pinky promise that it's happy. Just a little happy tsukiyama couple... Comment other ships you might like to see fanfics of! I've got a tsukiyama one shot already written and a Kuroken with transboy!Kenma in the works, so look forward to that *lame finger guns*

~Canary