Chapter Text
Tsukishima Kei could always see ghosts.
He could always hear their whispers slurred around his ears in hazy tones.
He wishes they would go away.
Until he met Yamaguchi.
Warm smiles and freckles.
Starlight on earth, well the afterlife.
He wishes he knew him when he was alive.
He wishes he met the boy who reminded him of summer tangerines and august sun.
The same boy with the copper eyes and the freckles dusting his face like stars.
The same boy he could've been friends with.
The same boy he could've saved.
He doesn't know how Yamaguchi died.
Yamaguchi doesn't want to talk about it.
Tsukishima doesn't mind.