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Tsukishima loved absolutely everything about Yamaguchi. From his unrivaled brown eyes, which look at him so warmly when Tadashi tries to wake him up. To his thin arms, so fragile looking that Tuskishima holds them the gentlest he could to not destroy them.
Tsukishim loved Tadashi’s tears just the same. Very streams when Karasuno won against Shiratorizawa, or tiny drops when he gets reminded of his past bullies.
But did Yamaguchi love himself that much?
No. Doubtlessly not.
He doubtlessly couldn’t love those freckles that clung to him as if dirt for his whole life. He doubtlessly couldn’t love that bony body which is going to fall apart the next second. He doubtlessly couldn’t love his hair, face, arms, legs.
He couldn’t.
And regular cuts on his wrist proved it. Regular bloodied bandages. Regular stationery knives. Regular lectures from Tsukishima about “not tormenting yourself” to the sounds of spraying the antiseptic and tearing the packaging of the patches.
And regular tears of Yamaguchi’s after Tsukishima’s words: “I love you don’t want to lose.”
The reason is simple — he couldn’t believe that he could be loved.
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Tadashi’s tears truly are special, unique from anyone else’s. Well, that’s what Tsukishima thinks.
His tears are like stars in the night sky. However, unlike real stars, they could appear in the middle of broad daylight. Every time they watch the pitch dark sky, stargazing, Tsukishima has a feeling that someone collected all of Tadashi’s tears and sent them into space, making them shine brighter than the sun. And that “someone” would very well be Tsukishima himself. He would gather all of his tears he’s ever seen and place them in the space, filling the whole sky, reminding Tadashi that every, even the tiniest piece of him is beautiful.
From his unrivaled brown eyes to those tears which are much more fascinating than the stars in the sky.