![]() ![]() ![]() So he murmurs,” Can you hold it to my house?” The faint blush on his cheeks and Yamaguchi knows he has to get them out of there fast. Now there’s an older Tsukishima in front of him, still shaking violently and gripping his pant leg tightly, his bottom lip worried between his teeth. He had stood there and cried in the aftermath of him pissing himself. The blond had pretty much broken down when the liquid stopped coming. And then it was only a matter of minutes before liquid had started running down his legs and puddling on the ground. On the way home, how he seemed so tense, so rigid until the shaking started. This looks familiar to him though, and then the memory popped up in his mind.Ī younger Tsukishima, around the beginning of middle school, their houses at least thirty minutes away. Because his ever stoic Tsukishima is shaking, bad, and his eyes dart around looking for something. Quit worrying about it.”įive minutes later and it becomes apparent that this is not something for him to not worry about. He whips over to face him and grips his wrist before smacking his hand to Tsukishima’s forehead, checking for a temperature. Somethings up, he confirms it when he sees a small shiver go up Tsukishima’s body. He keeps his eyes on the road ahead but continues to eye his friend warily. Tsukishima’s house is about fifteen minutes away. Tonight they go to Tsukishima’s house, tradition says so. They have about ten more minutes before they come to Yamaguchi’s house, which isn’t their destination tonight. So he’s not sore from practice or anything, but he notices the way that Tsukishima’s hand clenches up and he doesn’t know what’s wrong. The practice had been canceled, and school ended about ten minutes ago. He notices the slight pink on Tsukishima’s face, but he doesn’t know what caused that. ![]() Like he’s uncomfortable, but Yamaguchi doesn’t know what from. Tsukishima is quiet, not a word said, and he’s walking stiffly. Right now though he doesn’t know what’s wrong. He could read the blond like an open book. Used to his body language and what it meant. Yamaguchi had grown accustomed to the Tsukishima language. But really, it was to be expected that they’d seen so much of this from each other. ![]() Those had been quite some stories for both of them. Tsukishima had pulled his headphones down and murmured,” Sorry Sensei, you startled me.” Tsukishima’s horrified face as the teacher stood frozen, covered in soup. To make sure he didn’t fall over and die randomly, ever the hero.Īnd he’d seen the time when Tsukishima had accidentally thrown his soup onto their math teacher because he had startled him with his headphones on. Yamaguchi had tiredly asked her if he could go home. She had screamed and the class had jumped and some laughed. The last time he threw up on the floor the teacher was standing in front of him, she was demanding his water bottle and instead, he lurched and threw up on her. Tsukishima was beside him and he even looked sympathetic. And so kids winced as he threw up on the side of his desk, multiple times and yet the teacher just scolded him for being clumsy with his water bottle. But he didn’t look sick and she thought he was trying to fake it. He had tried to tell her that he needed the bathroom, and he was sick. Like the time Yamaguchi threw up everywhere, for an hour, but the teacher thought it was spilled water, so he kept throwing up and eventually threw up on her skirt. They’ve seen each other in situations they’d rather not talk about. Over the years, they have seen each other at their worst, and their best. So they began to hang out, and that’s how it went. Yamaguchi’s pretty sure he was insulted himself but he just saw Tsukishima as cool after that, and of course, aspired to be him. Especially after Tsukishima pretty much saved him from his bullies by throwing insult after insult at them. So by natural progression, they became friends, close friends. Always in the same classes, never once have they been in different classes. Yamaguchi has been by Tsukishima’s side since they were starting elementary school. ![]()
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