Haikyuu Oneshots

Please (Tsukiyama)

Maybe it was the way that he looked into the clouds, as if he was searching for something, really anything, a sign. His tanned skin was a contrast to the blue, pure sky, his hair the opposite of the clouds, his form lit up with the sunlight.
I watched him, just watched him, as he watched the sky, and I wished for the millionth time that he would look at me the way he looked at the sky, look at me with those sparkling, clear brown eyes, filled with an indescribable emotion.

I love him.

I love him more than everything, I love him, if I had to give up my air so that he could breathe, I would without thought.

I love him.

He turns and looks at me with a confused expression, and I am drowning, drowning in his eyes, I want to run my hands through his hair, it feels like an itch under my skin, I want to scream, I want to cry, because he seems to not notice.

Why won't he notice.
Why won't he see the look in my eyes, the longing behind my voice when I speak to him,
Why won't he notice.

I love him.

The sun has started to go down, it reflects in his gaze. Soon the stars will be in his eyes, and the moon in mine. Soon we will have to go home, I will have to be without him for another one of these dreadful nights, nights I have experienced for to many years.

I love him.

I am afraid... afraid he will never feel the same, and I wish that when my name falls from his lips, that it would be full of love, and I wish he would see through my skin to my racing heart every time he touches me, talks to me, looks at me.

Please see my heart, Tadashi. Please feel my love.

"Tsuki... Can I... can I call you Kei?"