Tadashi | tsukkiyama

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chapter 1
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❛I do not need
people who do not
need me❜
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TSUKISHIMA saw the determined look on Yamaguchi's face while the two of them worked on the college prep math homework, his eyebrows frowned and the tip of his tongue piercing through his lips. The blond couldn't help himself to smile, but he kept it short and small, going back to being stoic and looking down to his paper. They had some extra time from when they arrived in the club room and when practice actually started, and Yamaguchi insisted on doing their work so they wouldn't have to later on.

Some of the other guys were in the room, but they were changing or talking amongst each other. Tsukishima wouldn't have minded if they all would have shut up, but he decided to just grip his mechanical pencil tighter and concentrate on his math problems.

"Hey Tsukki." Yamaguchi tapped the blond's non dominant hand and asked for help when he got stuck.

They weren't in the same classes since Tsukishima was in the college prep classes, and the green-haired pinch server was in the next lower class with some of the smarter Karasuno students. But, they came up with the plan to help the other in different subjects—Tsukishima would help Yamaguchi with math, and Yamaguchi would help Tsukiyama with their Japanese literature. It was a win-win situation.

As more guys showed up the blocker decided to pack up his things and place them by Yamaguchi's, silently waiting for the pinch server. They walk next to each other, down to the gym.

While they're running their laps around the gym, some guys come up next to them and converse with Yamaguchi. Tsukishima was quick to glare at them, because once they started talking to Yama, they'd focus on him and he didn't want to interact with them. They are all nimwits and the blond didn't care about them; he cared about Yamaguchi—very much that is—but not his teammates.

They've been friends since they were little and Yamaguchi had somehow become the one person outside of Tsukishima's family that he couldn't bare to lose, and he'd somehow weaseled his way into Tsukishima Kei's life and stayed with him through all the scowls, snark remarks, and offstandish attitude. Even through the years of Tsukishima barely giving Yamaguchi any attention, the green-haired boy still stuck around. And now, he was slowly becoming Tsukishima's weakness and it scared the blond.

After practice, the two separated off from the group of rowdy boys, and Tsukishima's walls came down. He relaxed his glare and contently listened to Yamaguchi praise him on the way he blocked Tanaka's shot when they played a three on three.

Then, impassively, Tsukishima observed, "your float serve was good."

He glanced over to his right to see Yamaguchi grinning from ear to ear. His cheeks popped out and made the freckles on Yama's cheeks even more noticeable. Tsukishima quickly connected the freckles to make a made up constellation, then looked away to hide his slow upcoming blush.

"Thanks Tsukki."

When they got to Yamaguchi's house Tsukishima was quick to rid his shoes and drop onto Yamaguchi's bed. He closed his eyes, letting all of the soreness from his muscles seep into the mattress. Yamaguchi say beside him, his knees knocking into Tsukki's bicep. They stayed like that for a little before the blocker sat up and pressed himself against the wall, looking over to his childhood friend.

There was a soft look on Yamaguchi's face as he was typing on his phone. His face was relaxed and he had a small smile on his lips.

"Who're you texting?" Tsukishima murmured as he took his glasses off to clean a smudge on one of the lenses. He squinted towards Yamaguchi and waited for his answer. When he didn't look up from the device, Tsukishima put his glasses back on and moved his foot so he could dig it into Yama's side.

The smaller boy flinched, his eyes shooting over to meet the blond's. As he didn't say anything Tsukishima asked his question again.

Yamaguchi awed and exclaimed, "the guys, on Snap," flipping his phone so the screen was facing Tsukishima.

"Oh–" he went onto the app and decided to read the messages. He offhandedly state's, "I muted the chat because you guys text too much."

He read through the plans of getting food after practice the next day and looked over to his friend for his say. "Are you going, Yama?" The nod solidified his plan to go too; Tsukishima would not go to any outing with the team if Yamaguchi wasn't there, because there would be no one that he could complain about them to.

The two boys hung out together in a comfortable silence until Tsukishima decided to head home. Once on the sidewalk, his headphones were placed over his ears and music started playing. On his walk Yamaguchi and all of his delicate features were on the front region of his mind. He wondered what they were since they weren't exactly dating, but they weren't just friends either. Between the two there was an obvious connection, plus, sometimes there were the subtle and passing touches spent between the two.

Sometimes when getting around the other they grazed their hand on the small of the other boy's back, when Yamaguchi would sub in for Tsukishima for serving there was a light tap to his shoulder, when they were alone it was more common than not to find the two boys with some part of their body touching, and when walking together their fingers would brush but they wouldn't hold hands. It all confused Tsukishima, but he enjoyed each and every action.

Stepping inside, Tsukishima let his mom and brother know he was home, then plated himself sushi and extra rice. He took it to his room and ate it on his bed, watching his phone light up with notifications from the volleyball group chat. His eyes narrowed at his phone, and he pushed it away so it wouldn't bother him too much. Then, he finished the school work he was given.

a/n: 'sah? how's it going? I really freaking love Tsukiyama and I got this idea when I was washing my hands super early in the morning (like four am). Also, updating this whole book in one go 👌🏻👍🏻 noice

None of the chapters are edited: point out the mistakes please