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Tsukishima was done with everything, especially life. It wasn’t even any particular thing that had caused his hatred to start with, he just hated everything. But at that moment, life was just completely against him.
He had just spent over six hours in the car with his brother who was a terrible driver and always went twenty miles over the speed limit, no matter where they were. He felt sick to his stomach even thinking back on the ride, clutching his abdomen which had started to throb from the memory of the jerking car.
Of course when Tsukishima had arrived at the summer volleyball camp, he had been informed that he had to share a room with someone else. It couldn’t have been with anyone he knew either, knowing his luck. No, it was with someone Tsukishima hadn’t even crossed paths with during all his years of travel volleyball, which was a rare opportunity in itself, but he was not grateful to life for giving it to him. He’d rather had been given the lemons and been done with it.
He opened the door to his room, hoping not to find his roommate. A soft snoring permeated the darkened room and Tsukishima sighed in relief. There would be no questions directed towards him, which he was extremely glad about, not knowing if his tired brain could even function at this moment.
The surly blond surveyed the small dorm and hissed in annoyance. The beds, which someone had placed right next to each other, were practically touching, with only a foot or so of space between them. A single desk was pushed to the side on the left of the door that led presumably to the bathroom. He peered in, indeed finding a condensed bathroom that held a sink, toilet, and a shower that looked impossible for the tall man to fit into. The mirror was fogged up with condensation from the shower.
At least his roommate wouldn’t smell. Tsukishima snickered at how stupid the thought was when that should be one of the last things on his mind. His laughter trailed off as a heavy blanket of drowsiness settled comfortably over his shoulders. He trudged to the unoccupied bed, flinging down his luggage next to the closet across from it.
He settled down on his bed, telling himself it would only be for a moment, then he’d put his clothes away. Before Tsukishima could even take off his glasses, he was fast asleep, his snores mixing with his roommate’s to create a soft symphony of noise.
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A headache pounded through Yamaguchi’s head as he groggily sat up, awakened by the noise of the shower running. The sound of someone crashing to the ground and the water stuttering to a stop had him jumping from his bed, now wide-awake, to see what had happened.
Frantic, and clearly not thinking straight, Yamaguchi burst through the door of the bathroom only to find a naked man sprawled on the floor, a scowl painted across his face and his short blond hair matted down with water. Rivulets of water ran down the lithe body and his gaze slowly wandered down unconsciously, tracing the liquid’s path. His face flushed as he took in the toned abs and the man’s lower body.
“Are you done looking?” a deep voice drawled and Yamaguchi’s face turned brighter still as he finally looked back up towards the blond haired boy’s face. He was squinting up towards Yamaguchi and not just in a no glasses squint type of way, but more in a pissed off, why are you still here, kind of way.
“Sorry, uh…” Yamaguchi’s voice tapered off as he realized he didn’t know the surly blond’s name.
“Tsukishima,” he replied, albeit a bit begrudgingly. “Tsukishima Kei. What about you?” Yamaguchi scrunched his face up in confusion. “Your name, stupid.”
“Sorry Tsukki,” he squeaked out. The blond looked put off by the nickname, but only snarled slightly in annoyance. “I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi. Nice to meet you!”
His eyes started to unconsciously drifting downward again, wandering across the muscled expanse of Tsukishima’s broad chest. A hand clamped down on his chin and slowly lifted it up. The surly boy’s face was set into one of cool indifference, but Yamaguchi could hear the annoyance in his voice as Kei spoke to him, slowly as if he couldn’t understand a thing. Which, in this case, wasn’t very far off from wrong. His mind was blank of everything except the perfectly sculpted muscles muscles. And goodness, how did one person even get to look that nice with just volleyball alone. Maybe he worked out on the side? Yamaguchi was practically drooling when the other boy snapped right in front of the freckled boy’s face.
“Hello? Anyone home?” If it was possible Tsukki looked even more pissed off than before. Yamaguchi blushed in embarrassment. “In case you weren’t listening, which I’m pretty sure you were, I asked if you could leave the bathroom now? I need to finish my sho-” THUD!
“Oh, he collapsed.” After a few seconds, the thought really processed in Yamaguchi’s mind and he freezed, panic written all over his face. “What the heck do I do with an unconscious injured naked man with camp breakfast starting in thirty minutes?!”
Needless to say, Yamaguchi was not thinking as he dragged the blond to his bed, not even bothering to put clothes on him. Tsukishima’s long legs tangled together and hit the desk hard as he heaved the unconscious boy onto the top of the sheets.
“I-I’ll go get help!” he said frantically, practically to himself and not the blond if he was being honest.
Just as he was about to open the door, loud knocking started at a rapid fire pace on the oak door to their dorm. “Kei!” a deep, booming voice yelled out. “Come out and play! I haven’t seen you all summer and I’ve been getting lonely. All Kenma does is play games and ignore whatever I say.” The man’s voice had a high pitched whine going along with the words, adding to the dramatic flair of his speech. After a moment of silence, the man sighed. “You better not have passed out from hitting your head in the shower again or I swear you’re never going to live it down.”
“Again?” Yamaguchi called out towards the assumingly young man. “Did he do it last year too?” He heard a quick, muttered curse, too soft to know what exactly had passed through the man’s lips.
“Open the door, please,” he muttered. “I need to kick Kei into next week for this.”
“But he’s injured!” the freckled boy whimpered. “You can’t just kick him into next week when he’s not even conscious!”
Another quick curse, then, “Just… let me in please. I know how to help him. I trained in first-aid over the school year and was in the top of my class, so this should be a cinch.” Yamaguchi thought it over for a moment then sighed, resigned to open the door for the stranger.
An extremely tall man with unruly black bed hair stood on the other side, grinning cheekily. “Ah, I knew you’d come through for me.” He gave Yamaguchi a pat on the cheek. “I’m Kuroo Tetsuro. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Yamaguchi Tadashi,” he replied back almost instantly. It was a knee jerk reaction at this point for him, being new to the camp where everyone knew everyone. It was quite tiring if Yamaguchi was being honest with himself. That was the main drawback of moving cities. At least he would know people in the volleyball community around this place, making it a lot easier to feel like he belonged in the later years if he stayed here.
Yamaguchi watched Kuroo’s medical examination of Tsukishima closely, not completely trusting the man and his claims. When his examination of the unconscious man finally ended after a terse five minutes, Kuroo just let out a small snicker and carefully placed a blanket over him.
“What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, bandaging his wound or call for help or something?” Kuroo just shrugged his shoulders, a wicked expression on his face.
“He’s been hurt worse,” he replied nonchalantly. “Besides, first day of camp always has bacon and eggs. I can’t miss such an american breakfast! It’d be an atrocity!” Kuroo patted Tsukishima on the shoulder. “Besides,” he snickered, “Kei’s already fallen back asleep. He’s just sleep deprived and totally going to be late for breakfast.”
“Uh, then shouldn’t we wake him up?” Something told Yamaguchi this probably happened a lot when Kuroo dismissed the idea in a heartbeat.
“Nah. Wanna get breakfast with me? I could introduce you to a few more people. Get you properly acquainted with the people you need to know here.” He wiggled his eyebrows, getting a laugh out of Yamaguchi.
“Yeah, alright,” he sighed out. “Let’s go get that american breakfast.” Kuroo let out a cheerful hoot and tugged Yamaguchi out the door. He glanced back at his roommate one last time before closing the door softly and following the unusually cheerful man to breakfast, a small grin tugging at his face. Camp was certainly going to be interesting for Yamaguchi if the start said anything about it.