Wingless Flight (Tsukishima fanfic :) )

-midnight tears-

//hey hey hey!! lovely to see someone stopped by! I am finally picking up writing fanfic after a while so if I'm rusty or cliche please don't hate me, I'll be trying my best on this! also, I'd like to warn any viewers that are sensitive about suicide. I'll be adding warnings when a suicidal or maybe triggering part of the story pops up!//

/third POV/

you sat silently in the dim parking lot of your favorite park. large tears streaming down your face as you try to silence your hiccups and sobs.despite knowing no one goes down towards the wooded park at night you didn't want to attract anyone's attention. what would they think if they saw some second-year curled up in a large hoodie and sweatpants balling their eyes over something? after maybe thirty minutes of pressing your mouth and sniffling loudly, you stood up. looking over to your (f/c) bike locked up to a big oak tree. contemplating going home to your mom and brothers.who loved you with every fiber of their beings but you just couldn't grasp it. you decided to go to the actual park area. turning and walking into the rock-covered ground. your shoes slightly sinking into the dull red, white, and blue-grey pebbles below. you went over to the swings. the big green support beams that curved together to hold the chains to the swaying seats.

 you took a heavy breath in as every memory about you and your friends on those swings flashed through your head. more tears flowed down your face as you knew your friends wouldn't be moving back anytime soon. your breathe shaking as you sat down on your favorite swing. one you carved your name into the bottom of as a symbol of your love for this spot. you got the perfect view over of the lake ahead as one side of the swings pointed into a clearing, as the large oak trees flourished in the cold. most leaves dead and gone by then. but the view was still gorgeous in the cold winter night as it is in spring sunrises. stars looked like they poured out of the sky into the lake below. you didn't realize but you were heavily sobbing by then. 

you focused on your memories of the park as you let heavy tears and hiccups escape your body. often mumbling some old-time jokes you had when your friends would accidentally mess up a word or do something dumb amongst the trees. they often came out as grumbled works of art as you sobbed into your sleeve. smelling the scent of a home as you tried to calm yourself again.not hearing the soft crunching of someone walking up behind you. the gravel trying to tell you to run before you were caught up in something you didn't want to be in. you felt a hand touch your shoulder. knocking you back to where you were.

"Hey, is everything okay?" the voice was a soft masculine one. almost caring but mostly concerned. a tint of annoyance hinted the tone. you froze. the rocks silenced themselves as you slowly turned your head to see who in the world was asking you, a second-year, who had (h/c) messy hair and a black sweater on. your grey sweatpants could blend into the pebbles below. yet when you expected an older, middle-aged man with a gun in hand. you saw a young. tall pale blonde. with glasses that reflected the large moon that now sat behind your view. his mouth had a small frown to it. eyebrows unfurrowed and one hand in the pocket of his large fluffy jacket. he was towering to you now. so small as you sat on the swing sized for children. he shifted his weight in the silence.

 the sound of gravel moving softly under his feet. apologizing for not telling you sooner of his presence.you were so shocked your tears turned silent. still pouring yet you didn't sob. you didn't let a sound echo from you

"oh, you drugged out or some shit? I asked if you were okay. you were sobbing pretty hard.." he shifted again. moving his hand off of you as he moved next to you on the other swing. he was still clearly taller than you. you could now see his headphones. white Somy ones, you had a black pear just like that, with him more in the moonlight you could see his face better. also, tear-stained and disheveled like he'd been sobbing too, 

"i-i... no" you spat quietly. your (e/c) orbs hit the moon again. he chuckled softly. you turned to look at him confused. his legs were a bit too long for his newfound seat. you now noticed he had a backpack on as well. a grey and blue one you thought. the moonlight didn't help you see colors very well. his pants were what you thought was loose jeans.

 "wanna talk about it?" you asked unintentionally. he looked over to you now. a small tear fell down his cheek. "I think you need to talk about it more," he spoke softly. his worried tone fading and he sounded more blank toned.like he felt numb at that moment, you sighed, wiping your cheeks heavily and sniffling loudly. he handed you a tissue packet from his bag. you smiled softly and gratefully took the small package from his bigger hand. your tiny fingers gracing his palm as you took it. he looked down at his hand and then to you." oh, s-sorry" you whispered softly. he chuckled."it's fine, go ahead"

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after telling him everything about your life and body you hated. he paused. more tears slightly pouring off his cheeks. he tried his best to comfort you. he would rub your back if you started losing your words. at one point you had doubled over from crying so hard you yelped in anguish. falling out of your swing and onto the gravel. panicked he had put down his bag and got down next to you. it was hard for you to breathe. you felt weak then. but he had quickly helped you focus on something else. by then he had also told you some things about himself. so you knew why he was a bit upset too. but not the whole story.

" my throat hurts" you choked out as you buried your face into the small rocks. a coughing fit started up. after it stopped he checked the time.

" it's 2 am. I need to be heading back and so do you. I'll walk you home" you couldn't protest. your throat was raw and hoarse.you just nodded. he helped you up and grabbed your bike. you walked your bike as he walked with you. calming you by telling you everything you needed to hear that night. 

you arrived home safely. your oldest brother had stayed up all night waiting for you. his shoulder-length hair covered both your shoulders as he embraced you in the dim living room. more tears pouring from your eyes as you apologized for making him worry.you were his baby sibling after all. 

//AHHH I'm done with the first chapter! I'm gonna work on this nonstop to get more to you guys! I know Tsuki doesn't seem to be acting himself here. but things are different when you're vulnerable and by yourself with someone who is clearly struggling too. this at the beginning of the year!//