TsukkiYama Stories

Mistakes

A/N: Sorry this took so long to come out! This is 3x the normal size for a story but I hope you enjoy! I also have some kind of important questions coming up in the future!

Suggestion by: @funfruit
Word count: 3349

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Tadashi sits on the stool at the bar, alone, swirling the drink in his hand. It's the coolest thing he might have experienced today. He lifts up the drink and quickly slams in down. It burns as it runs down his throat, but not as much as it burns to know that the man he's loved for years is in a relationship. At least he was told, then again, through text seems like such a copout. He reads over then again, scrolling up and down on the one page as if moving it would shake it out of existence. He sighs, turning his phone over on the bench so he can't see the screen. He orders another drink. Then another, soon enough drunk and removed from the thoughts of Tsukishima, of him being with Nekoma's captain. He really should've said something, but now that they're adults, he knows he took too long. Far too long, to the point where Tsukishima moved to someone else. Though that's what hurts Tadashi most, that clearly his love wasn't reciprocated if it was given to someone else. He has to move on, because the world will as well, and Tsukishima will, so he should too. Surely he could find more to life than the man he thought he knew.

A couple drinks too many and Tadashi is almost at the point of passing out on his way home. He missed his Uber twice in his lack of understanding his environment now, and had for some reason decided to walk home. Not that he could akin any of his behaviour to sobriety. He fumbles around for his keys in his small bag when he gets to the door, but finds it is open. Perhaps he had forgotten to lock it in all of his sorrow. He makes his way to the unusually green couch and sits his bag beside it, letting himself fall onto it to immediately go to sleep.

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A throbbing headache is far from aided when you wake up to someone screaming beside you. Unable to collect his thoughts, he places his hand over his eyes, not taking in any of the loud words being directed at him. He licks his lips, taking in a deep breath. He moves to sit up, a sharp pain in his head. He sighs a little rubbing the temples of his head, in which the yelling stops. Was he imagining it maybe? He rubs the sleep out of his eyes so they don't stick when he tries to open them, but he's greeted with unfamiliarity. He slowly turns his neck to avoid any pains, then meets eyes with a young man, probably around his age. He's the thing in this room that Tadashi recognises, he's seen him before.

"What're you doing in my house?" Is all he gets. Tadashi wonders about the boy for a moment before realising he's been asked a question.

"I- First of all, I am so sorry." Tadashi watches the other boy go to speak, but when he closes his mouth he notes he has the freedom to talk. "I came in last night, and I genuinely thought it was my apartment."

He scratched his head. In all honesty he couldn't remember even trying to get home last night, but that sounded like the least creepy option. The boy across from him remains in silence, he too must be confused about the situation. They sit in silence for a few quickly passing minutes.

"Would you like a glass of water?"

Tadashi was expecting to be removed from the couch, so he could find his own place, but glad for the question. It was what he needed most.

"Please. That would be really nice."

The clink of glass cups and the running of water soothes his thoughts. They overpower the throbbing just a little. He takes the glass when it's passed to him, and watches the boy sit down in an armchair, his own eyes watching Tadashi. He's quite short, his hair neat for someone who looks otherwise to just have gotten out of bed. They both take a sip in unison, Tadashi unable to hold the small smile at such a weird coincidence. He clears his throat, thinking it would be best for a proper explanation.