Yamaguchi fiddled with his hoodie as he sat by Tsukishima. Tsukishima put his headphones onto his neck and turned to look at Yamaguchi.
"Explain." he said staring straight into the green haired boys eyes. Yamaguchi shivered and bit his lip. Just as he was about to say something his phone buzzed over and over again. He pulled it out of his pocket and his eyes widened. 53 Missed calls and 100 messages all from his dad.
"Shouldn't you answer that?" Hinata said clinging onto the back of Yamaguchi's chair before Kageyama pulled him down.
"I'll be right back." Yamaguchi said walking to the bathroom inside the bus. He unlocked his phone and scrolled through the messages. His eyes started to water. He knew this was going to happen so why was he surprised. He dialed his fathers number into his phone and called him. His father picked up on the first ring.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" He yelled into the phone
"Uh... Volleyball field trip.." Yamaguchi answered back.
"WHEN YOU GET HOME I'M GONNA BEAT YOU TILL YOU CAN'T WALK!" his father yelled before Yamaguchi hung up the phone. He sat his phone down on the sink and looked into the mirror. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he turned on the sink. He splashed water onto his face and stood there and cried. Until someone came and knocked on the door.
"Yamaguchi are you okay?" Suga asked. Yamaguchi quickly wrenched and dried off his face. He opened the bathroom door to be greeted by Suga.
"Sorry for taking so long." Yamaguchi said as he walked out the bathroom. Suga smiled and walked in the bathroom shutting the door behind him. He walked in and sat back down besides Tsukishima.
"When we get to the hotel I'm having a long talk with you." Tsukishima said putting his headphones back on. Yamaguchi fiddled with his jacket for a while before falling asleep on Tsukishima's shoulder.
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I'll endure the pain until it kills me (Depressed Yamaguchi Au)
Fiksi PenggemarThis story has touchy subjects in it so please a aware before you read this. I do not own these characters. Yamaguchi liked pain. He liked seeing himself suffer. And his father did too.
