A/N: I took inspiration from an anime entitled; 'My Love Story!!', which is basically the most wholehearted, romance anime that I've ever binged on.
"Confessions"
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Yamaguchi let out a hopeless sigh as he plopped himself down Tsukishima's bed, a mist of depression clouding his entire physique.
"It's no use Tsukki!" He cried out in frustration. "I know that she wants you, so why does she even bother getting close to me?" Yamaguchi wondered out loud, much to the megane's irritation.
Tsukishima rolled his eyes at his freckle-faced friend, "That's because she likes you. Jeez, can't anything get through that thick skull?" The blond-haired boy mumbled that last part to himself, turning back to his studies.
"But Tsukki!" Yamaguchi protested, "I wouldn't be surprised if she intended to get information about you, from me. I mean-- that's usually the technique most of the girls you rejected pulled on me."
"(l/n)-San does not like me." Tsukishima points out once more, yet to no avail, as with his previous attempts to convince his anxious friend.
The same conversation went around like a volleyball being tossed back and fourth over the net, until the faint knocking upon the wooden material of Tsukishima's door cut through the two friends' discussion.
"Uhm... Tsukishima-San..."
"It's her!" Yamaguchi whisper-yelled, as if he didn't plan on letting her know that he was here as well. This presented a brilliant idea to Tsukishima's equally as brilliant mind.
The taller male instantly pointed to his dresser, "Climb in." He orders, so suddenly that it brought confusion to paint over Yamaguchi's face.
"Eh--" He was about to decline but Tsukishima's face brought a feeling of reassurance to wash over him, and so he went, into the dresser, wondering whatever in the hell his friend had in mind.
Darkness enveloped his perception the moment the doors to the dresser were shut by Tsukishima himself. The tall male had gotten up to answer the door, welcoming the troubled damsel inside his bedroom.
"(l/n)-San, what seems to be the problem?" Tsukishima asks in a softer tone. He always had an odd way of speaking to her. Tsukishima was undeniably the stingiest individual out of everyone in Karasuno, always belittling others-- even sometimes Yamaguchi.
However, he seemed to have developed a soft spot for the (h/c)-haired female, and though Yamaguchi misconceived it as the first step to Tsukishima and (y/n)'s relationship, it was really only due to the immense amount of respect the blond had for the female.
Most girls, when interested in Tsukishima, would often talk ill of his best friend, regardless of whether or not Tsukishima's presence was involved.
They would belittle Yamaguchi and had no speck of interest in his feelings or opinions. And this got under the blond's skin, he'd immediately discard of those two-faced harlots and continue on with his day.
(y/n) was different though. The moment she laid eyes on Yamaguchi, preferably during the match he played in with Aoba Johsai as a pinch server, she was taken by the male's determination despite being labelled as a scaredy-cat at first by her friends.
It was only after their match with Shiratorizawa, that the girl approached them with a basket full of pastries she baked herself, offering it towards them with a blush dusting her cheeks and an angelic smile.
