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He knew that his crush on his friend was never going anywhere.
Honestly, he knew that.
There was no way that there was a relationship blooming from their friendship.
Yamaguchi thought to himself with a sorrowful smile as he watched his friend play a game as he watched from the sidelines. He waited for Tsukki to get the ball for as soon as he did, he went to spike it, and then Karasuno would get a point. It was only a practice match, but it was against Nekoma and everyone was treating it as a game-well when didn't they.
Yamaguchi's smile widens as he watched Tsukki run to get the ball, his large hand grabbed on to it, and he spiked it towards the ground.
The slam of the ball made Yamaguchi yell, “Nice one, Tsukki!” before Suga got a chance to shout towards their team member. Yet that was how Yamaguchi and Tsukki were, Yamaguchi was always there to support Tsukki. Tsukki was also there to support Yamaguchi. The two knew this as did everyone who met them.
But what Yamaguchi knew, that everyone else was obvious of, was why Yamaguchi was able to support Tsukki effortlessly. There were deep feelings that Yamaguchi held for his best friend.
He loved Tsukki, but he knew that his love was one sided. Tsukki had never shown any interest which solidified to him that there was only friendship between the two. In which—Yamaguchi was fine with. He was alright with; because as long as he got to be around Tsukki everything was alright. The male liked sitting on the sideline cheering for Tsukki, he liked being there for Tsukki, and he liked supporting Tsukki as a friend. No matter the status, as long as he was able to be near the person he loved.
There was a whistle from the coach to call for the end of the match with Nekoma winning within the last few moments. 25 -24. It was a close call that made Hinata and Kageyama rile up again, and everyone else was sweating and panting from exhaustion. Then it was time for the teams to switch with each other to listen to advice from the coaches. Yamaguchi stood up to ran over to his team, the only running that he had done in the gym today, and he walked over to Tsukki like a magnet. The team stood around the coach as he began to talk to the members about what to do better next time.
“Karasuno never ceases to amaze me. You guys fought hard, and if it hadn't been for that reckless shot in the last moments, I am not sure who would have won. That is not a compliment though. For the reason that the shot had worked for Nekoma is because when there was someone not there for our setter-someone would be there to take their spot,” The coach explained.
“No one is left to be alone, and that is something seen on Karasuno often. When there was no one when the setter needed them the most it relied on the setter to do everything himself which makes it difficult because the other team is able to see what is happening and easily block the dump. Move together as not separate players, but as one soul.”
The coach finished his speech toward the members of Karasuno. They bowed towards the coach out of respect and shouted “Yes, thank you!”
Once Yamaguchi stood straight again, he looked over at Tsukki who was looking over at something. Yamaguchi blinked confusingly to look over to see what Tsukki was looking at.
There were a few players who were standing around to listen to what Ukai had to say about their performance. Yet at that moment there was the tall dark-haired male, who Yamaguchi had to admit was attractive as a model. He turned towards Tsukki to smile and wave at him. Tsukki flinched--was it a grimace? Then turned away from the guy where Yamaguchi had a full view of his friend who he could have sworn that he blushed, but by the time Yamaguchi blinked the blush was gone.
‘Maybe it was just a trick of the light,’ The male thought to himself as he went to focusing on his team members who turned to go talk to the rest of the members of Nekoma again. They were hitting it off since their first practice match, and by now there were people that everyone was talking to.
Yamaguchi wished he could be charismatic like a lot of the members. Hinata and Kageyama were talking to Kenma, or at least bothering Kenma, Yamaguchi smiled to himself at the King attempting to talk to the cat. Then there was Tanaka and Noya making friends with Takemora, etc...Everyone was finding someone to talk to, and Yamaguchi was by Tsukki.
But when Yamaguchi remembered that Tsukki had been on working hard on the court he then smiled towards Tsukki.
“I'll go get you a drink.”
He then took off to go get his friend a drink, something that he tended to do because he wanted to be nice. Or it was him subconsciously trying to get Tsukki to like him more. It scared him to think about ideas like that as he put his money into the vending machine.
Every time he got Tsukki a drink it felt dirty to him rather than something nice that you do for your friend. It felt like he was trying to make Tsukki owe him something, and that was something that he did not consciously want to happen. But he couldn't stop the anxiety from building—was he being nice or was it manipulative?
Yamaguchi sighed to himself as he put the cold drink to his forehead. He really should stop trying to over think every action between him and Tsukki. Yet how could he help it? It was natural for everyone to do that when they had a crush on someone. Yamaguchi told himself as he walked back into the gym only to see the same guy that waved at Tsukki to be talking to him again. What was his name agan? Right…
Kuroo.
Tsukki rolled his eyes when Kuroo began talking which was normal in Yamaguchi's mind, but there was a different dynamic between the two. Kuroo was standing closer than usual to Tsukki. The smile and half lidded eyes made it seem that Kuroo was the type of guy that pushed those boundaries which as fine-but Tsukki wasn't moving away. His body was still faced towards Kuroo, and that made Kageyama find the interaction odd.
Quickly, Yamaguchi put on a smile and walked over to Tsukki.
“Tsukki, here is your drink.” Yamaguchi called as he then handed Tsukki the beverage.
“Thanks.” Tsukki responded as he opened the drink to then take a gulp leaving Yamaguchi and Kuroo to look at each other. The taller man looked down at Yamaguchi making him feel smaller. He had never spoken to Kuroo, but he did talk to Tsukki a few times, and he didn't seem like a bad guy...the key word was seemed. Yamaguchi reminded himself as he waited for Kuroo to say something. Kuroo, having hung around Kenma, knew what Yamaguchi was like with the same awkward body language—except the difference was Yamaguchi seemed to want to get to know people but did not know how.
“He’s the kind of guy you have to take care of, huh,” asked the Nekoma player with a playful smile. Yamaguchi just smirked-ready to retort.
“W-”
“I can handle myself.” Tsukki replied curtly.
“Of course.” Kuroo replied with a chuckle before the two began to converse again. The conversation was natural which just hit Yamaguchi to why their interactions were so odd. They knew each other. Tsukki had made a friend without even mentioning hanging out with the Nekoma player.
Before long, the conversation was cut short as the players had to exit the building so it could close. This was the scheduled mark where Tsukki and Yamaguchi left Kuroo to head home. They did live close to each other after all. Not next door neighbors but close enough that Yamaguchi knew by heart how to get back home.
The two began walking down the path to get back to their houses. The sun had begun to set, and Yamaguchi was enjoying looking out towards the city with the orange light when suddenly
Tsukki had irrupted his tranquility with, “Hey”.
Yamaguchi turned to look at his friend who was looking ahead as normal.
“You don't have to mother me.” Tsukki stated which made Yamaguchi chuckle, and put his hands behind his head.
“Ah, you don't have to get so worked up. You will start doing the same things when I get out on the court.” The male replied which only made Tsukki's shoulders relax. The two then continued on walking with small conversations of what they were thinking of doing for the next problems on the worksheets, and talking about what they had seen in the recent episodes of animes. They were simple light-hearted conversations that lasted until Yamaguchi and Tsukki had stopped at Yamaguchi's house by the time that it was dark. It was then that Yamaguchi waved towards his friend for the night, but it was then when Tsukki did not move that he had blinked in confusion.
“What's up?”
“Do you think I am attractive?” Tsukki muttered which made Yamaguchi blush, but he had to recover with a nervous laugh.
“What do you mean? You are always getting asked out, and girls only look at you when we're together.” Yamaguchi replied with a nervous laugh, and he had to clench his fist from making it seem that Tsukki was asking a normal everyday question. Besides it was just something that friends ask each other every day, right? Yamaguchi told himself as he then watched Tsukki sigh which made him blink, and study Tsukki’s movements. The blond huffed, and turned to walk to his house without a word. Which left Yamaguchi outside his house to watch the blond walk away.
Tsukki, sure was acting weird today.
Yamaguchi thought to himself as he headed into his house, taking off his shoes, and headed up to his room to fall on to his bed with a flop. He bounced as few times as he sprawled out on his bed only for him to curl up to take out his phone to see if anyone had messaged him. He flipped the top up, saw that there was no messages from his little bird emoji looking disappointed. To be honest, Yamaguchi was not that surprised as he never got messages, and when he did they were simple texts from Tsukki to meet him somewhere.
Yamaguchi then went on the internet on his phone to look for some manga to read as he wanted to wind down for bed.
Sure, he didn't play today so there was no reason for him to be physically tired, but there was something eating his thoughts. The way that Kuroo and Tsukki interacted together was...different. He had never seen Tsukki butting into conversations for him to have the last word. Never seen Tsukki blush. Never had Tsukki object being so close to someone that was not him-just...everything about today was weird.
Yamaguchi was sure that Tsukki was straight so it couldn't be that he had something going on for Kuroo, right? The male thought with a groan as he closed his phone to put on the side of his bed while he turned to face away from his phone. His hand reaching up to grab on to his pillow to hug it towards his chest.
Tsukki, is straight, right?
It was then that Yamguchi noticed that he was hugging his pillow and looked at it, and quickly threw it on the floor. No. He was not some kind of girl.
The male thought as he then took off his uniform to then get into his boxers. Then he forced himself to go to the bathroom to wash his face so he had at least some kind of skin treatment. As he looked in the mirror as the water fell off his face. He could only think of Kuroo. Kuroo had high cheekbones, flawless skin, and…Yamaguchi took a step back.
Kuroo was tall. He was muscular. He…Yamaguchi thought back to Kuroo playing on the court. His feet moving quick, his eyes on the ball, and he was able to attack block. He was so cool.
Yamaguchi looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t ugly. He wasn’t bad. He was just…
“Average,” whispered Yamaguchi before turning the lights off of the bathroom. He then crawled back into his bed to fall asleep.
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The next day, Yamaguchi had woken up around ten in the morning to go take a shower, eat, and then play some video games until the sun went down. The male laid on his bed as he looked up at the television screen. It wasn't until around noon that he had received a text message, and he paused his game to look at message that was from Tsukki saying to meet him at the usual cafe so they could hang out.
Yamaguchi responded with a simple, 'K', and then he turned off his PlayStation to get ready. He was able to put on his clothes in around ten minutes, and was out the door heading to the cafe.
As usual he had arrived early to the cafe, and decided to sit down. He waited for Tsukki their usual table. To waste time until Tsukki showed, he played a mobile game. Yamaguchi hated to show up first and wait, but with Tsukki he was used to it. He was used to playing candy crush, looking at the time, type something on his phone, ask for a water.
Act like he wasn’t awkward.
Not that other people didn't do it, and when he looked at other people sitting alone he never judged them.
Before he knew it he had waited an hour, and at that point he looked up to see if Tsukki had arrived yet. There was still an empty seat, and as Yamaguchi looked around he didn't see the blond anywhere.
‘Huh.’
The dark-haired male then went back to his phone to see how long it had been since waiting for Tsukki, and another twenty minutes passed. It was only an hour and twenty minutes. Yamaguchi told himself as he thought that perhaps that he had arrived earlier than he thought. He looked back at his message icon to see that he still had no new messages from Tsukki. He then went back reading some manga. Yamaguchi began to be engrossed in the manga that he did not notice that his battery bar was blinking. He then had the battery icon show up that it was almost dead which snapped him out of his reading. Surely—it hadn't been that long. He thought only to look at the clock and his eyes to widen.
It had been three hours since he had been waiting for Tsukki.
No. Tsukki wouldn't have kept him waiting for this long. There was something wrong. There was never a time that Tsukki had kept him waiting this long without word. If Tsukki was going to be late he would have said something by now.
Yamaguchi got up from his seat to then head out to Tsukki's house. At first, he had walked to appear calm, but as his mind started to think that maybe Tsukki had fainted or he hurt himself. The anxiety made Yamaguchi run faster. He pushed himself to go faster as he ran down the path to get to the blond's house. He arrived to the house and saw two people in the distance at Tsukki's house.
Something inside him told him to stop.
He slowed down as he saw the people talk near the door of Tsukki's house. He had stopped to stood behind a pole. He knew who those people were.
It was Kuroo and Tsukki.
Tsukki had his hair tousled, looking flustered by Kuroo, who was still standing near Tsukki. His hands in his pockets as Tsukki rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. To Yamaguchi, it looked like Tsukki was trying to get away from Kuroo, but he never moved. Confusion and a sinking gut feel hit him like a truck.
Tsukki was muttering back to Kuroo, a soft blush appearing on Tsukki’s face every now and then as the two talked. Yamaguchi stood there for a long time, hoping that Tsukki was going to say that he had to leave at any moment to go meet him. The dark-haired male waited, and waited for Tsukki to move away.
But it was all in vain.
He watched as Kuroo leaned to give a kiss to Tsukki. That was all that Yamaguchi saw as he witnessed Kuroo’s broad body hide Tsukki from his sight. Yamaguchi's eyes widen as he watched his friend be kissed by Kuroo. He took a step back. He couldn’t watch this. He shouldn’t be watching this.
Yamaughi turned away to walk back to his house. His head was down the entire time with his hair covering his eyes.
Once he arrived home, he forgot to announce he was back, his shoes were taken off quietly, and he walked up to his bed where he laid down with his face towards the ceiling.
What did he just witness? He asked himself as he put his arm over his eyes only for him to have the image flash through his mind, and he bolted up. The male scowled to himself before relaxing, and resting his head against the wall.
Was that why Tsukki was acting weird? Was it really because of Kuroo? Were those questions about him being attractive about Kuroo? Was that why Tsukki told him to stop taking care of him because he didn’t want Kuroo to see? Yamaguchi asked himself as he felt the pain well up in his chest, and his stomach began to feel queasy.
Why Kuroo of all people? Was it because he was hot? Yamaguchi asked himself as he put a hand up on his head.
No. Tsukki was not supposed to be gay. He was straight...He...He...Yamaguchi thought to himself as he begun to put his knees up to his chest, and rested his forehead on his knees.
Tsukki liked Kuroo.
Yamaguchi thought that before the only reason that Tsukki did not like him was because he was straight. Or at least that was what Yamaguchi told himself. Tsukki was just a straight guy. That was why he was showing no interest. It never occurred to him that...Tsukki just did not like him.
That hurt him worse to know. Tsukki did not want him because he wasn’t gay…he just did not want him. Did he know that Tsukki was gay? Did he just not see the signs because it was easier for him to put the blame on Tsukki being straight?
He reached up to clutch his T-shirt. The deep sickening feeling in his stomach grew, his chest hurt, and he felt his face become hot.
Why didn’t Tsukki like him?
He could feel the tears begin to hit his eyes, but Yamaguchi shook his head. No. He was not going to cry over this. He was not going to fucking cry. He was a man. He couldn’t cry.
Yamagushi repeated those thoughts to himself as he instead laid down, and eventually closed his eye. It took a long time for him to fall asleep, but at least when he dreamt he could say the day just a badahis eyes to try to sleep the bad dream away.
Once Yamaguchi woke up two hours later, he was awoken to the daylight for it was still daytime, and he had felt worse then he did before. He felt angry, confused, and full of despair as he laid in his bed. He was confused as to why Kuroo was the one that Tsukki liked. Angry at himself for not seeing the signs earlier or ignoring the signs, and full of sorrow now that he realized the problem was not because of Tsukki- but because of him. He was not Kuroo. Kuroo who was taller. More attractive; bold, an expectational player. He was everything that Yamaguchi was not.
By Sunday, there was still no word from Tsukki about what happened. There was no excuse as to why he was stood up. There were no new texts for them to hang out.
Yamaguchi had put himself into playing video games, and sighing to himself in his room. He told himself that he was over it every time he thought about the memory of Tsukki and Kuroo. It was his fault for not seeing the signs. There was no way that he could be a guy like Kuroo.
Yamaguchi told himself to try to cheer himself up, but that did not help when he was alone to his thoughts and he saw the image of Tsukki with Kuroo, or the image of how embarrassing he was when he tried so hard to flirt with Tsukki. The pain still remained in his chest in a dull pain, and on Monday morning the upset stomach returned. He was nervous as to what he was going to say to Tsukki or if Tsukki was going to say anything to him.
Yet right as Yamaguchi entered the classroom, he told himself that maybe he did not know the whole story.
With that he put on his famous smile, and sat in his chair. He paid attention to the lectures until lunch came. Once the time came, Yamaguchi slowly pulled out his bento to put on top of his desk. He was too afraid to look up.
“You alright,” a familiar voice asked jolting Yamaguchi to look up at the person.
Yamaguchi began to smile and nodded towards Tsukki. At this point it was instinct that he was going off of.
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” Yamaguchi replied as he then picked up his box to go sit next to Tsukki for lunch.
It appeared as if Tsukki didn’t remember that he stood him up, and that he did not see him when he watched Kuroo kiss hm. The blond male didn’t even talk about meeting up with Kuroo. At first Yamaguchi was confused as to why Tsukki wasn’t talking, but slowly he started to think that it was for the best. It was better for their relationship to not cause unnecessary drama.
Honestly did want to yell at Tsukki for standing him up. He wanted to call him out on it, but if Tsukki was acting like it never happened then it gave him no way for him to bring up the conversation. So instead, he was left to just push aside his feelings, which was working for the most part. He started to cheer up throughout the week. Maybe it was just a bad dream, maybe what he saw wasn’t what he thought it was.
‘But how can you fake a kiss?’
The running thought in his head all throughout the week.
By the end of the week, Yamaguchi was more exhausted than usual from over thinking what had happened with his friend. On Friday night he found himself looking at his phone and avoiding looking at the 0 icon in his message box.
For if he saw the proof that Tsukki had in fact stood him up—he did not know how he was going to come back from it.
“Do you want to go to the movies tomorrow?” Tsukki asked during lunch, and Yamaguchi looked up at him with his face full of food and nodded. He began to chew, but Tsukki had begun talking again.
“Meet me at the cafe then at one.” He stated as he stood up to go throw away his carton drink away. It was then that Yamaguchi swallowed his food, and watched Tsukki walk away. Did he really dream up the Kuroo kiss? Yamaguchi asked himself as he then saw everyone get back into their seats which led Yamaguchi to go back to his own.
For the rest of the day, Yamaguchi could not focus on the lectures. Instead he thought of the movies and if he was going to be stood up again. The nerves and anxiety getting to him. How could he look at his friend again if he was stood up again?
That night once Yamaguchi got back from school; he went through the usual steps of doing his homework, eating, playing video games, and then when it was time to go to bed. He laid down in just his underwear, looking up at the ceiling while letting out a long breath of air. Trying to calm his nerves.
He had just been dreaming. He had got upset last weekend because of his overactive imagination. That was what happened. Yamaguchi told himself as he then drifted off to sleep.
As Yamaguchi slept, he begun to have a dream where he and Tsukki went to the movies as planned, but once they arrived, Kuroo had been sitting in the seats of the theater. Tsukki sat next to Kuroo where there was only one empty seat, leaving Yamaguchi to sit next to Kuroo. Then before the movie began, Kuroo had been whispering into Tsukki’s ear, and nibbling on it making Yamaguchi uncomfortable in his chair. Then just as the movie began, Kuroo and Tsukki began to make out.
It was at that moment Yamaguchi jolted awake.
The image burned in his mind was of last weekend with Kuroo kissing Tsukki outside Tsukki’s house. Yamaguchi laid in bed for a bit longer as the dream had zapped his energy of excitement of the day. He laid in bed scared of what was real, and all he had to do was look at his phone.
After lying in bed for an hour, it was time to get ready. He went through the usual routine of taking a shower, getting dressed, eating, and wasting time until it was time for him to leave to head to the cafe. He arrived early once again, and he sat down in the same spot once again. His phone right in front of him. He was not going to play a game or read anything. He was going to wait for Tsukki or a message from him.
He placed his hands on his pants to rub them out of anxiety as he looked out the window. From not busying himself on his phone, he was starting to feel even more anxious and nervous.
Typically to calm his small social anxiety he would pretend that he was looking at his phone or texting someone, as usual, as what other people tended to do.
Yet he had to look at his phone like it was pandora’s box for he had no idea what could be unleashed from looking back at the text messages. This left him to only push the power button every so often to check the time.
During the time that Yamaguchi was waiting for Tsukki, some employees noticed the familiar face that had stood up last weekend. Most of them knew that Yamaguchi would arrive with his friend, but so far, the past week it had been the two arriving at different times. It was strange to them that the two best friends were not meeting up with each other. But as staff, they only talked about it to each other.
They watched the boy every now and then; leaving the patron alone until his friend joined him.
Thus, instead they went to tend to other customers, especially the cute guy that just walked in. The female staff argued with each other for a moment to see who would be his server, even though the guy had a girl with him--- didn’t mean that he as off the market.
Eventually a tall, pretty, woman had walked over to the attractive guy. He was possibly one of the most attractive person that any of the staff have ever seen. A guy that was made for television and magazines was there sitting with a beautiful girl. It was a phenomenon to them.
After taking the order of the couple, the server walked to the kitchen to talk to the rest of her peers.
“Is he still there?” Another employee asked as the waitress placed the couple’s order. The other employee attempted to look out the hole to look towards the other side of the restaurant. She wasn’t talking about the attractive man, but rather their patron.
“Yeah. It’s been around hour now. I wonder how long he will wait this time.” The male server said with a sigh as he then left to tend to another customer.
“I hope it’s not as long as last time. I wonder why he doesn’t just leave?” The other woman server replied as she watched Yamaguchi.
“It would be nice to have a boyfriend who loved me like that.” A dreamy sigh escaped her lips as she left to go to the cash register leaving the waitress. As her collegees left, the waitress went to look out the window to watch the patron. She watched him with pity for who would want to be in his position? The woman thought to herself with a sigh.
Yamaguchi stared out the window with a bored expression. He calmly watched as people walked go about their lives. At least watching other people gave him something to do while he waited for his friend.
It felt like he had been stuck in the cafe all day, and that was probably because he had nothing to do. Over the years that Yamaguchi and Tsukki had been friends, Tsukki would always reply or show up. So why was it that these past couple weekends that...So why was Tsukki was late? He glanced at his phone sitting so near to him. He contemplated opening the phone to see how long he was waiting.
‘When would it finally be enough?’ Yamaguchi contemplated this thought as he turned back towards the window. Only for him to see two people walk right past by.
His whole world felt like it was slowing down.
The people that had walked on by, right in front of the café, was Tsukki walking with Kuroo. Kuroo was holding a bag with what looked like groceries, and Tsukki had another bag in his hand. Kuroo was the one talking at Tsukki while Tsukki attempted to kept his attention on the other.
He stared at the couple walking, and he felt like he was so far away from them-yet he wasn't. His eyes were frozen on them as they walked down the street and past the café. Was this on purpose? Did they purposely walk by him? What was going on with-
“Tsukki.” Yamaguchi whispered as it brought him out of his stupor. He then stood up from his seat to go after Tsukki, but he stopped as he looked back at his phone. He picked up the phone to quickly look at it to see a message notification. His heart stopped in these actions as he felt his breath for, he was going to know the truth. The male scrolled to Tsukki's conversation and in it as clear was day were the words texted by Tsukki.
'Sorry, something had come up.'
Yamaguchi stared at the words without comprehension for the first few seconds, but he slowly started to grip his phone. His teeth clenched, and he looked down at his shoes.
He now had to face reality.
What he saw that day was real. He had been stood up by Tsukki so that Tsukki could go be with Kuroo. Kuroo was the one that his childhood crush liked. There was nothing that he could have done differently to win Tsukki's affection. He had been out of the game before he had a chance to play.
But that was still no excuse for Tsukki to be blowing him off. Yamaguchi told himself as he wanted to hold on to the anger that he was feeling towards Tsukki. For he knew that as soon as he stopped feeling anger…he was going to fall apart. He had to feel something other than the defeat. He knew that one day that this was going to happen, but at least he was hoping that Tsukki was going to be with a girl.
Instead, he was going to be with Kuroo.
Another guy. Another guy that wasn't him. Another guy that was going to make him happy, because he could never make Tsukki happy in that way. Even though Tsukki could make him feel that way.
The images of Tsukki flooded Yamaguchi's mind as he clenched his phone tighter. Tsukki had been Yamaguchi's world. He knew things that Tsukki had only told him—did Kuroo even know those things? Was Kuroo going to know about Tsukki's brother? About Tsukki's dinosaurs? Was he going to know that the more that Tsukki tried pulling way the more he wanted you to move closer?
Tsukki...
Yamaguchi then thought to go after the couple. His sneakers made an awful noise on the tile as he turned around to bolt towards the door. Yet as soon as he moved, he slammed into the waitress in her elbow which caused the food to fly off the platter. Directly hitting Yamaguchi on the head.
His hand gripped on to the table as he fell backward from the hit, and the rain of the coffee fell on to his head with a cake then landing on top. His hair was drenched and covered in cake crumbles. He sat still. He didn't move as the waitress watched him. Horror struck her face, and she was putrefied from the shock.
She did not want to talk or move in case it prompted Yamaguchi to yell at her. So, he just sat there on the café floor with everyone looking at him, and no one saying anything. It only made Yamaguchi see how pathetic he was as it was clear to everyone at the café. He had been stood up, and now there was food all over him.
He was a loser in every aspect.
“You should really go to the bathroom.” He heard someone in front of him say, and Yamaguchi slowly looked up at the guy that told him to go to the bathroom. It was the server from Aoba Johsai.
Oikawa.
Yamaguchi thought to himself which made him then look away from Oikawa. He was right. He should go to the bathroom to go clean up, but right now his legs couldn’t. He wanted the world to swallow him hole.
Since the man, covered in food, was not moving Oikawa grabbed on to Yamaguchi’s hand to pull him up. He then started leading Yamaguchi to the bathroom. The dark-haired male blinked as he watched Oikawa lead him away with a strand of liquid falling down his face.