The Moon's Redamancy In Fall [Tsukishima x Yamaguchi]

five.

Tsukishima.

"What? No." I sneered, zipping my bag close before striding across my room, "He wouldn't want to come over,"

"Oh, come on, Kei. You haven't even asked him yet. Mom's insisting, y'know?" Akiteru retorted, while laying on his back by my bed.

I shrugged my shoulders, "He doesn't have to," I interjected, wanting to dismiss the conversation. I sat down by my desk before opening my English book while I try to drown my mind from reading, completely ignore my annoying brother's yapping.

"It's an important day for mom. At least try to even consider it," His tone completely changed, it sounded like he was reprimanding. Akiteru stood from my bed and left my room without any words.

I sat there apprehending and choosing whether I'll invite Yamaguchi or not. It would be too embarrassing to ask him all of a sudden since he haven't came over for a long time. He might have, but that was like two years ago. God.

It's my mom's birthday tomorrow and we'll be celebrating it by dinner with a small gathering with dad. I don't even get the idea of needing to invite Yamaguchi. He'll only think it's weird because I invited him all of a sudden. Why do we even have to-

Buzz!

I bolted up to my feet and rapidly reached for my phone after hearing it vibrate against my nightstand. That's gotta be Yamaguchi.

Yams 🐊: Just bring it back in our classroom tomorrow, thank you. Gotta help out Yachi-chan for our Science project :) Sorry, Tsukki :(

Shit. I immediately left his message on seen. I gripped my phone and I buried my face on my pillow while emitting a loud groan. Fuck. Fuck. This shit's too embarrassing. Why did I even have to ask him if I could walk him to school? I mean, I could always bring it back to him anytime obviously because he's just my classmate. Fucking stupid, Tsukishima Kei.

I don't usually find things hard to do because I customarily use my brain to all kind of things, but this is like boss level shit. I don't even understand myself at this point, whenever I talk to Yamaguchi, I'd always end up being hesitant because I'm always too scared I'd say something wrong.

Whenever I talk to him, it's like nothing else matters, but him. My mind completely blacks out whenever his lips move, his nose covered with those cute freckles scrunching up whenever I leave a rude remark. How the fuck do I do this? Why do I feel so . . . shitty?

I stared at his message for another five minutes, wondering if I should even respond. Of course, I won't. Why would I? I looked like a complete idiot for even trying to invite him to walk with me by morning. I threw my phone beside me and rub my face in frustration.

How do I invite him?

I can't just send him a message after him, completely declining my offer. Come on, now Tsukishima, think!

Oh. His notebook.

I got up to my feet, almost stumbling over the carpet, but quickly recovered. I took my bag and took out Yamaguchi's notebook, cautiously to avoid it from tearing, folding or crumpling. That would be annoying.

I sat down by the edge of my bed with a pen on my right hand and Yamaguchi's green notebook by my left. I thought of what to write. How do I invite him?

"Yamaguchi, come to dinner with me."

No. No, that's too demanding.

"My mom's celebrating her birthday tonight, you should come I guess."

No. Too forced.

"Are you free tonight? Want to join me for dinner?"

No. That sounds like pure shit. God, what is up with this inviting and why is it so hard. Why am I even overthinking this. I'm just going to invite a childhood friend over for a simple dinner. It's not like anything bad will happen.

I took a deep breath and decided.

"Want to come over by dinner?"

I guess that's the best I could think of.

. . .

I put on my shoes before I call out to my mom in the kitchen, "I'm off,"

I heard footsteps approaching as I saw my mom appearing by the hallway, "Kei! Hold on," She hurtled towards me but cautiously with two bento boxes in both her hands. The boxes were wrapped with colorful printed cloth. I cringed by the sight of it, "Tadashi must've missed my cooking! Here, give this to him,"

I almost lost oxygen by the horror of my mom's talking, "Mom," I bleated, slouching my shoulders, "Do I really have to?"

She reached out for the two small boxes towards me, waiting for me to accept it, "Don't be silly! It's my birthday today and I'm sure a simple favor wouldn't hurt," She jabbered happily.

It pained me to see those two shitty colorful bento boxes, it hurts my eyes. I sighed before accepting the boxes.

"Thank you, dear! Have fun at school!" She crooned, before dragging my shoulder down to her height for her to leave a peck over my cheek.

I leisurely placed the boxes in my bag, "I'm off," I say, again before standing up to my feet to straighten my uniform, walking towards the door.

"Oh and, Kei?" My mom called from behind.

I paused and waited for her to speak again.

"Did you invite Tadashi?" She questioned.

"Yes."

When I was almost near the campus gate, I unplugged my headphones and placed it in my bag. I took a glance by the bento boxes my mom gave placed in my bag, ordering me to give the other to Yamaguchi. What could be his reaction when I'll give this to him?

As I walked closer by the main gate, I immediately identified Yamaguchi's dark green hair with Yachi-san in front of him bowing several times. What the hell? What are they even doing together at this time? The bell's literally ringing already. I didn't want to feel things seeing Yamaguchi with Yachi-san together because I know that Yamaguchi has got to have other friends, too and not just me. His useless, shitty friend.

But somehow, I felt my chest tighten.