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"It went by really fast," Yamaguchi said, giving Tsukishima a glass of water. "And now we're starting high school next week, and we'll have entirely different teammates for volleyball."

Tsukishima thanked his friend for the water. "They better not be annoying."

'Aren't you going to make fun of them anyway?' Yamaguchi thought. He shook his head. 'I shouldn't be thinking ill of Tsukki.'

"I'm sure they won't be."

"Mhm."

A 'ding' sound cut through their conversation. Tsukishima grabbed his phone and took a look. "Oh, it's my brother, I have to leave."

"Okay, tell Akiteru I said 'hi.'"

"'Kay."

Tsukishima stood up, grabbing his bag. "By the way, you never gave me back my handkerchief I gave you a two months ago."

"Oh! S-Sorry, I can-"

"Keep it. The only reason I didn't confront you sooner because was okay with you having it."

"Really? Thanks, then"

"Bye, I'll leave now, Yamaguchi."

"Bye Tsukki."

The door locked with a click, and the first thing Yamaguchi did was open his back door.

He felt a dragging pull when he stepped into his backyard lawn. It was towards the vibrant garden growing there.

More specifically, the soil giving life to it.

It was a gravitational pull, growing stronger as he bent down on one knee. He lightly touched the dirt with his eyes closed.

He could feel it, see it, but in a different way. Yamaguchi opened his eyes, hands still touching the soil. 

His eyes adjusted, switching angles and filters just like a camera. Complicated, but very fun to play with.

It was like a supercomputer with many bizarre functions and powerful technological abilities. He could learn almost everything about a single patch of earth if he wanted to.

Like viewing an x-ray, his eyes scanned the dirt and examined the exterior of the roots from his plants. Satisfied and relieved nothing was wrong, he removed his hand and shut off his power.

Yamaguchi didn't know why or how he had it, but it made him feel happy. And other than the constant pull trying to drag him to every plot of dirt and pool of mud, he was content. 

He gave another look at the handkerchief that he now owned. 'I wonder if Tsukki would hate me for this power.'

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