Years had passed since his days at Karasuno, Tsukishima Kei, had moved from college volleyball to the professional leagues now. He never really lost his knack for the game, he may have even found a bit more passion for it these days. On this particular day, he found himself walking the sidewalk with a particular destination in mind, in his hand, he held a small gathering of lilies, instead of listening to the sound of his feet on the sidewalk he had opted for the same crunchy sound of his highschool headphones, which even after all these years still worked, with sparing use of course.
The big grey gates slowly approached in his view. These were his favorite and least favorite days. Somber energy fell over his otherwise sunny day, the front gate creaked open, and he began his walk through the headstones of the cemetery, trying to not let himself get choked up, this was his normal after every game this solemn walk to go talk to an old friend. With his feet planted in the dirt, he looked done at the headstone in front of him. Placing the flowers at the foot of the headstone. He fixed his glasses and sat on the grass, leaning his back against the cool marble, looking up at the sky through the leaves of the old cherry tree above him, and he spoke.
"Hey, Yams" taking a moment to breathe before he continued. "He played Hinata's team today, the little simpleton idiot, still looks like a damn tangerine." He laughed a little, just a small chuckle. "I scored a few points... 4 just from blocking... god Yams the score went to the 30's in the first two sets." He ran his fingers through his hair, further leaning his head against the headstone. He closed his eyes for just a minute and let the song of the wing through the trees fill his ears. He felt his throat going tight and his eyes watered, he gritted his teeth to hold back the tears. What was he supposed to do in this situation, no matter how many times he had come here it never got easier.
"I even got you these dumb little flowers, this time. I know it's not like me to do something like this. It just seemed like a good day to do so." He paused again, his throat growing tighter and a single hot tear fell from his eye, which he quickly wiped away and grimaced to himself about. The fact he was beginning to cry. "We won Yams." he began to sniffle as the tears got a little harder to manage, and his face got hot. "I looked in the crowd for you Yams, I wanted to see your smile again." he bowed his head between his knees as the tears dripped from his face.
"I miss you Yams." he choked out, "I miss you more than anything." in an attempt to calm himself down, put the same crunchy headphones in his ears and played that one song reminded him of his lost partner in crime. The man who saw the best in him when he was truly an asshole sometimes. Yamaguchi was always there by his side. Now he was alone and it hurt him every single day.
