tsukishima x yamaguchi | clouded kisses ☁️☆

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*tw!! slight homophobia im so sorry :(*

tadashi is seated in his chair before his friend arrives to class, tapping his pencil on the desk and day dreaming out the window. the tall blond walks in, yamaguchi stands up to greet him, a smile immediately taking all the space on his face. just as he's about to speak a girl follows in through the door. she's short and pretty, with long shiny hair. she stands behind tsukishima, pulling on the sleeve of his uniform. he watches in confusion as tsukishima wraps his arm around her shoulder, and he leans in to kiss her and greets her "good morning".

yamaguchi just stands in shock 'did... did that just happen?' he chokes the words he's trying to say getting caught in the lump in his throat. he feels like a boiling ball of fury and confusion that's just on the verge of bursting.

"tsukki? what are you doing?! why are you kissing her?!"

"because she's my girlfriend yamaguchi"

"b-but i'm your boyfriend?!" he shouts as his throat closes in on itself.

"what are you talking about?! what do you like me or something? that's disgusting tadashi. i knew you were clingy but i didn't know you were a fag too!"

yamaguchi's eyes shoot open and he lunges upright in his bed, breathing heavily, his back wet with sweat. he looks around the room frantically, gripping his bedsheets till his knuckles were pale. he checks the time: '1:24 a.m.' he'd just gone to sleep barely an hour ago.

"it was just a dream..." he quietly says to himself.

he knew that this past weekend was too good to be true, he knew he couldn't even just ride out this happy wave before something bad happened again. burning tears roll down his face, he hugs his knees to his chest and silently sobs into his crossed arms.

"it was just a dream" he repeats again, the fluorescent light of his phone screen casting harsh shadows around the room as he quietly cries to himself, the dream replaying on loop in his head for the rest of the night.

tsukishima waited on the corner where him and yamaguchi meet everyday. he's late. this isn't something uncommon from tadashi, but usually kei gets a text from him saying he's running behind. he's yet to receive one. he checks his phone frantically every few seconds as he grows more anxious.

he checks his phone for what seems like the hundredth time in the past 5 minutes, just as he hears quiet footsteps coming in his direction. he turns over his shoulder to see tadashi, his posture slumped forward and his feet dragging on the concrete. as he got closer kei noticed his uniform jacket wasn't even buttoned correctly and he had dark, puffy circles under his eyes.

it seemed like he hadn't even noticed tsukishima was right in front of him because he nearly bumped into him before saying hello.

"g'morin tsukki" his voice shrill and tired.

"are you okay yama? you seem," he glanced him up and down with a concerned look, "off..."

tadashi avoided eye contact, fidgeting with the hem of his blazer, "oh um- i didn't sleep that good..." which was technically the truth, but he wasn't planning on sharing the details of everything that had happened last night.