Tsukishima's P.O.V
I watched as he curled up in a ball and slowly rocked back and forth. I looked at him quizically before standing up and walking towards him. I took off my headphones, but made sure I could still hear the music. I bent down in front of him. "Are you okay?" I asked him in a monotone voice. He looked up and tried to back away, but ran into the fencing right behind him. Why is he scared of me? "Are...Are they gone?" He spoke so quietly I almost missed what he said. "Who is they?"
"S-Saki-san, Kuro-san, and T-Tachi-san..."
"Hm." I stood up and closed the roof door. I walked back over to the boy, and sat down next to him with my half finished bento. "What's your name?" I asked him as I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite. "Y-Yamaguchi T-Tadashi..." That's a nice name.
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Addictions and Differences
FanfictionHis addiction was music. His addiction was silence. He was confident. He was scared. I do not own any of the characters!!
