Gazing at the Stars

Chapter 2

It's been about a week since that practice where Yamaguchi put Kageyama in his place, and Kageyama has been... odd. Not only has he not fought once with me, or Hinata, but he is encouraging. When a spike goes well, Kageyama says something nice. When the spike doesn't go well, he might ask what was the problem or, god forbid, claim it as his own fault. The King being nice, it well, pisses me off.

No, I mean sure, it pisses me off that he is suddenly complimenting me, and others, and being nice-ish, but that's not it. He has stuck to Yamaguchi and openly been flirtatious. Like, obviously flirtatious. I don't think Yamaguchi has noticed it that way yet, but it is real.

Like now, for example.

I look up from my water bottle and Yamaguchi is not seated next to me. Nobody is. Yamaguchi is standing about ten feet away, next to Kageyama.

"Oi, Yam's, what are you doing after practice?" Kageyama asks.

He's coming to study with me.

"Oh, I'm just studying, why?" Yamaguchi responds, and I flinch slightly at his words. Or, better yet, lack of words. He didn't mention that he is studying with me.

"Oh, I was just wondering if you'd want to hang at my place or get meat buns or something. Some other night, then." Kageyama responds, and I nearly come unglued from my seat. Even Yamaguchi looks shocked. He looks at Kageyama and I see his genuine smile come out.

"Yeah, that sounds fun, Kag's."

Kag's?

Yams?

What the fuck?

About an hour later, practice is over, and we are all changing. It was a rough practice after that, and I can't say that it's not my fault. I mean, come on, Kageyama and Yamaguchi obviously flirting in front of us all? Disgusting. I wanted to tell them to get a room, but I was already in enough shit with Daichi for how awful I was playing. I couldn't help it; all I saw was red anger the whole practice.

I glance over at the boy changing next to me, whenever his back was turned. Oh, how I wish I could just touch those freckles on his shoulder blades. I flinch and try to free my brain of it's thought.

"I didn't know you had freckles everywhere, Yam's?" King's voice pipes in, and I now notice he somehow moved somewhat between me and Yamaguchi.

"Oh, uh, yeah." Yamaguchi responds, his face turning red. "I don't like them very much, they are just, like, brown speckles on my skin."

Oh, Yamaguchi, your freckles are beautiful.

"Yam's, I think they are perfect." Kageyama responds, and I almost punch him in the face, then realized I was the one too coward to say that his freckles are beautiful.

Yamaguchi's face turns bright red, and I know Kageyama can't see it, only from my angle can I see it. Kageyama smiles, and it wasn't terrifying for once. When Yam's pulls his shirt over his head, he turns to see Kageyama smiling at him and he smiles back.

God dammit, why does he have to smile back?

"Well, have fun studying Yam's." Kageyama says, getting ready to leave, and I notice that it was literally only us three left in there, and after Kageyama left, it was just us.

I slip my shirt on quickly and grab my bag, walking out. I hear Yam's feet quickly shuffling after mine, and I slide my headphones over my ears. I can't talk or ideocracy will come out. I will say either of the following statements:

Yamaguchi, I like you.

-or-

Yamaguchi, Kageyama is an asshole, stay away from him.

And I think either of those statements is equally horrible to say to Yama right now.

I hit play on my music, and begin to calm as a song comes on.

Scared of my own image

Scared of my own immaturity

Scared of my own ceiling

Scared I'll die of uncertainty

Fear might be the death of me

Fear leads to anxiety

Don't know what's inside of me

Don't forget ab-b-b-b-bout me

Don't forget ab-b-b-b-bout me

Even when I doubt you

I'm no good without you, no, no

I smirk and relax as the lyrics continue. I get lost in the music, especially since it's Twenty-One Pilots. A few songs come on, and I feel a tug on my sleeve.

"Uh, Tsukki, do you still want me to come over to study?" Yama asks me, and I sigh.

"Yeah. Staying for dinner?" I ask, nonchalant. He nods excitedly and we are quickly at my house. Walking in, I shout a quick 'Home!' and head up to my room.

"So, math, we have a test tomorrow." I announce the obvious fact as I put my stuff down. Yamaguchi gets his stuff out of his bag as I place my stuff on my table. We both pull out a chair and sit together, and I notice today more than normal every touch of our shoulders, and every time my hand bumps his when I am pointing at words and numbers on his papers while going over things.

About twenty minutes into studying, Yamaguchi leans back in frustration, obviously already sick of studying. I huff and glare at him.

"What are you doing? We have a test tom-?"

"Can I ask you something?" Yama cuts me off, and I narrow my eyes more. Yamaguchi is not one to interrupt. I nod once, and I feel a bad pit in my stomach.

"What do you think of Kageyama lately?" Yamaguchi asks me and I know I flinched, without meaning to. I glance at Yamaguchi and my heart shakes a bit.

"He's been a team played, but still the dick King he is." I announce, and he huffs.

"Can you ever not add something negative at the end, Tsukki?" He asks, and my eyes widen on their own accord. What's with him?

"Why do you ask?" I retort.

"Oh, I was just wondering. I thought it was good that he has been acting better. That's all." He tells me and I shrug and try my best to get back to the homework we were working on. Eventually, we call it a night, and about ten minutes later, mom calls us down for dinner.

We were sitting at the dinner table, me and Yama on one side, my mom and Akiteru across from me, and my father at the head of the table. We quickly begin eating, in silence.

Until that silence is broken and I really wish it hadn't been.

"So, Yamaguchi, have you found a nice girl yet?" My mother cuts in, and I stiffen and refuse to look up.

Silence surrounds us and I glance quickly to Yamaguchi to see him in a head to toe blush. He glances at me and chokes slightly before looking back to my mother.

"Mom, you shouldn't-"

"No, I haven't Tsukishima-san." Yamaguchi whispers, and it immediately falls silent again. I shrug and look at my mom, and I know she reads the relief on my face because she smirks.

Ugh.

Dinner ends quickly and Yamaguchi leaves. I wish he hadn't because my mind begins reeling. What do I feel for my best friend? Why do I want him to be with me all of the time and why do I get so pissed when Kageyama flirts with him? Everything flusters me lately.

I shower and force myself to bed, before I can continue thinking, or I will be up all night.