Gazing at the Stars

Chapter 1

Oi! It's Blue, this is my first Haikyuu!! fanfiction, and even more so, my first Tsukkiyama fanfic. Hope you enjoy it, don't forget to like, comment, follow dears!

~Blue~

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"Oi, you almost forgot your book!" Akiteru shouts from another room as I open the front door. I huff and slowly shut the door, and turn to find him standing in the doorway across from me with my math book in his hands. Thinking back, I left it on the counter last night...

"Have a good day, Kei." Akiteru tells me as he hands me back my book, and I look into the face that I mirror and grunt before walking out of the house. The door doesn't shut behind me, and I can feel my brother's eyes staring into my back. I roll my eyes and continue walking towards the school, mentally preparing myself for morning practices with the idiots that surround me.

Well, maybe they are not all idiots.

Daichi and Suga are respectable, and Asahi is just a big pile of fluff (which is my only complaint with that big guy, how can you act like a teddy bear? Yuck) but Noya is too rowdy, Tanaka too violent, Ennoshita motherly, Kinoshita and Narita too awkward and passive, the King is well, the King, and Hinata is just a ball of energy. The name suits that annoying kid.

But, then my mind wanders to Yamaguchi.

That green-haired freckled bozo that is always behind me.

The awkward, insecure, soft child that seems to always be there.

Yamaguchi Tadashi, the bullied boy that I have found the need to protect.

The only kid that I don't seem to want to punch in the face.

I click my tongue and run my hands through my hair. Why do I not want to punch Yamaguchi? What makes him any special to me? Sure, I want to protect him, but weak people like him need protected. Even years after I first stuck up for him, he is still similar to the timid kid I remember.

I have a problem. Because, every time I find myself with time to think, even if only for a minute, my mind wanders off to the stars that are Yamaguchi. The beautiful skin that I find myself wanting to trace stars out using his freckles.

I shake my head and wipe my hands on my pants.

I'm not going to lie, from the moment I meant him, I haven't been able to get at least part of him out of my mind. I have perpetually heard the whimpering of when he was getting bullied. He sounded like a wounded pup, and that sound stayed with me all these years. But now, he is different. He is stronger, in many ways. I don't know if I brought him back up from the dust or if he has just grown into himself, but he has his own strength.

Strength that I admire.

There is too much to admire about him.

The loyalty he has to not only me, but to the entire team.

The effort he puts forth, even though he will never be number one. There will always be someone there to beat him, and he knows it, yet he still pushes on.

The words he's reserved just for my ears, he makes me feel special in a way.

His brown eyes that I avoid looking into, because I don't care who you are, it seems he can pull anyone in just by the look in his eyes.

That green-black hair, that I have never seen before. It is perfect, and I just want to pet it. To ruffle it. To pull at it.

And my favorite thing about Yamaguchi, his freckles. I know he hates them; he has told me so before. He sees them as his main flaw, he sees them as just spots. But, I see them as beauty marks. Many beauty marks. They cover his body, and he isn't just that average guy you see. And, they are like the stars in the sky, and I want to draw every constellation on that smooth skin with his beautiful freckles.