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Anger.
It is one of the things Tsukishima feels whenever he’s under pressured. It’s also one of things he feels whenever someone will underestimate his ability. However, he never felt it whenever he’s with Kageyama until the last midterms started.
It started when they’re studying inside their living room, hunched and bundled with their own duvet. Kageyama couldn’t concentrate on his studies and asked help from Tsukishima. However, the elder was busy doing his projects since his teachers are assholes who wanted to set a deadline two days later. He was on his second plate yet he still have three more to go. Kageyama called again for the taller’s attention and he accidentally bumped the drying plate that Tsukishima had finished. It fell on the floor, tainting their fuzzy rug. In a blink of an eye, Tsukishima found himself yelling at the younger, unable to hold back to pressure and the stress. Even when Tsukishima wanted to forgive the younger since he knew it was an accident, he couldn’t; he held too much pride.
Maybe that’s the problem of their relationship, he once thought. They were two prideful idiots who fell in love. Kageyama didn’t speak nor answered back, but he muttered his apologies before going upstairs, leaving Tsukishima and his own pile of essays.
The next few fights were heavier, and despite forgiving each other the next day, it will always result to another argument that they’re facing.
That’s how things started.
Tsukishima stood in front of their door, expecting it to be opened by the blueberry. Unfortunately, he left two weeks ago after they broke up. The blocker didn’t move an inch and just stared at the silver knob, holding it but not twisting its body. He regretted everything he had done, and he knew he still couldn’t move on from the younger—Hell, he was too fond of him. Yamaguchi talked out to him about it yet even so, he couldn’t, let alone he could find someone better than Kageyama.
Maybe I should just let go. He thought, and entered the room.
Well, he wished that happened.
He remembered the time they first met. The clashing and mocking, the small rivalry, and the hatred that formed inside them. But Tsukishima could also remember clearly how it subdue. How they ended up mocking each other every now and then, how they start talking in a more casual way (hint: more teasing), and how they started to get to know each other.
Then, the falling in love.
Everyone in Karasuno thought Kageyama was the one who confessed first, but that wasn’t the case and Tsukishima let all his dignity left his body when he admitted to the younger boy. It was then that he remembered how the boy’s blue eyes widened and his mouth left a little ajar while his cheeks suddenly turned red from dusty white. He was beautiful.
He didn’t get an immediate answer but when things started to progress well, Kageyama admitted that he reciprocate his feelings too.
And even though things were awkward at the first few dates with sluggish and sloppy kisses, they managed to work it out and lived together in college.
He missed it.
The next thing Tsukishima knew, he took his phone out, still outside with the crispy winter air floating right at him. After a few rings, he heard a squawky voice, “Hello?”
“Hey, Hinata?” Tsukishima removed his hand from the doorknob and held on the metal grid across his apartment. “Is he still with you?”
“Yup. He haven’t left my room for days.” Tsukishima felt a slight pang on his chest when he heard Kageyama still mulling over. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch and my back aches. Help me!”
“I…” The blonde looked at the stairway, before he sighed and decided. “I will.”
“Thanks!”
“I’m coming.” He said moving towards the stairs. “Please tell him I’m getting him back.”
“Alright then.” The elder hung up and Tsukishima placed his phone in his pocket. With one last look at the door, he turned against it and walked his way to where the person he love is staying over.
To where Tobio is staying over.