reverie (yamaguchi x female reader)

chapter five 𐐒𐐚

Yachi made me look the best i've looked in months. Yachi laughs and says, "Guess what Yamaguchi just texted me?" I sit next to her on the bed, "What?" She tilts the phone towards me.
Yams: are you guys coming yet lol?
yams. Maybe that's what the team calls him? "I'll tell him yeah." Yachi says typing. "Okay." I reply, "Is Yams his nickname?" Yachi puts her phone in her bag and says, "mhm, I'm not even sure where it really came from. But Hinata calls him that all the time." She throws the bag over her shoulder and starts heading out the door, I follow behind her. I lock the front door as we walk outside. The sun is starting to go down a little bit, not sundown but almost there. It's silent for awhile, nothing but footsteps. Yachi starts fixing her hair, retying her little side ponytail with her blue star hair tie. Yachi told me she wears it all the time because it's the only gift she's ever got from her mom before. Yachi complains about her mom to me but it's fair because her mom seems pretty toxic, but she just wants to please her. I understand that feeling though.

"Here we are." Yachi exclaims. Wow, I'm standing in front of Yamaguchi Tadashis house as a first year. I haven't been here in so long. I wonder if the inside still looks how it used to, probably not. "I'm nervous Yachi." I confess. She looks over at me and smiles, "It's gonna be okay, I promise! Text me if you need anything, I got to get home and cook dinner. Have fun y/n!" I watch Yachi run off, "Bye Yachi!" I yell. I take a deep breath and step onto Yamaguchis front porch. I knock on the door and the door opens almost right away. It's his mom. "Hey y/n! It's been so long sweetie, you look so pretty." She tells me. I suddenly feel a little more relaxed. "Thank you so much!" I put my hands behind my back and hold one of my wrist. "Come in, come in." she says. I step in and take my shoes off. Wow this place actually hadn't changed much. It actually almost looks just how I remember it. "Yamaguchi come out here! y/n is here!" I grip my backpack straps, trying to relax as much as possible. Then there he is. He walks out into the living room. I guess he put some thought into what he was wearing too. hes wearing a puffy white hoodie with a Karasuno t-shirt layered over it, with baggy tan jeans. "hi y/n." He gives me a soft smile and gestures for me to follow him. I wave goodbye to his mom and follow behind Yamaguchi. We turn into his room and he closes the door behind me. He smiles, "Glad you came y/n." I awkwardly sit on his bed and say, "of course. I wouldn't miss this." shit. why would I say that? maybe that's why Hinata thinks I'm so obvious. Yamaguchi laughs and sits down next to me, "Sorry if I seem like i'm in a bad mood. It's just-" he pauses. "Never mind. It doesn't really matter actually." I look up at him. "Hey, I know we aren't exactly close anymore but you can talk to me if you want." He looks me in the eyes and starts playing with his hands. "Thanks but I'm okay, really." He gives me a small smile again. This seems off. If feels like I didn't come at a good time almost. Then Yamaguchi looks up at me and smiles wide, "Okay so like I said, I need your help studying for this essay thing we have to do." I give him a smile back, "Yeah. Here i'll help you."

I check the time on my computer and it reads 8:28. We've been studying for like two hours and nothing has really happened, except studying of course. I wanted to do something but I could figure out anything to do that wouldn't be too bold. Yamaguchi yawns and stretch's. When he puts his hands down one gently falls on mine. AHHHOMGNFJDJSJKX-
"s-sorry! I didn't mean to." Yamaguchi says yanking his hand off mine. I accidentally end up staring at him for way too long. "y/n? are you okay?" he asks. I blink and look into his eyes. "yes." I laugh. He smiles softly and says, "I'm glad." Fuck it, i'm doing it. "You know.." I begin to say. Yamaguchi looks at me waiting for me to continue. "I didn't mind uh, your hand there." God that was so cringy. He laughs soft and short, "here." he puts his hand back on mine, interlocking our fingers. His face begins to turn a light pink. His hands are soft and they're even pretty. I smile at him and he smiles back. His thumb rubs over my bottom thumb knuckle. "You know y/n.." His thumb stops moving, "I really missed you."