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The silence was deafening, which is what Yamaguchi wished he was thinking. 

"I'LL GIVE YOU 20 BUCKS IF YOU EAT THAT MOLDY CHEESE!" Nishinoya dares, grin bigger than the cheshire cat. 

Tsukishima stares in utter disappointment, slamming his head against the table continuously. Should someone try stopping them? Yes. Will they? Probably not.

"Hinata don't you dare-" Yamaguchi's plea is cut short after Hinata unwraps the moldy cheese, inhaling it. 

why? Why would you be this dumb? what god awful demon has possessed you to do this? what the actual fuck???   Yamaguchi cringes, scrunching his face in disgust. He instantly regrets trying to help Tsukishima tutor Hinata, Kageyama, and Nishinoya.

We emphasize Nishinoya because....well.... it's Nishinoya. 

Where is Kageyama you might ask? Well where anyone would be!

"Kageyama, are you still having a breakdown under the table? Listen, chemistry is easy, if you would just use your brain for two fucking milliseconds you abominable shit goblin." Yamaguchi giggles peeking from a corner of the table, smiling viciously. 

Tsukishima snorts, Hinata the entire time has been throwing up into a garbage bin. Nishinoya groans having to hand over the $20.

Sighing, the blonde removes his glasses rubbing his temple, "Where calling it quits I can't teach such incomprehensible morons. Oh and another thing, stop using cheese as a fucking bookmarker." He promptly packs his belongings and almost jumps out his chair. 

"I'M NOT A MOR-" Kageyama begins to scream, realizing there in a library. He grumbles, " I'm not a moron you moron!"  it came out as a whisper, but still counted as a yell. 

Rolling his eyes Tsukishima stands there eyeing Yamaguchi, "Hurry up already." he urges. 

"Huh? Me?." 

"No, the idiot throwing up moldy cheese. Yes you!" The taller male jokes, sarcasm very apparent. 

"Sorry Tsuki!" Yamaguchi titters, doing his best to keep his laughing to a minimum.

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The drive to Tsukishima's house was a nice change, especially after dealing with whatever the situation they were in was. The lights of the city seemed to be singing a lullaby for Yamaguchi, seeing as he started drifting off to sleep. His body selt slow, the feel of the car soothed him as well. Fighting the need to sleep, he turns on the radio, humming whatever song plays.

"OH MY GOD!" The greenette suddenly screams, causing Tsukishima to suck in a breath of air. 

"WHAT'S WRONG?!" Tsukishima shrieks, almost crashing the car into the curb.

Yamaguchi beams raising the radio volume, "Its line without a hook! Come on Tsuki you know I love this song!" he sighs in fake disappointment. 

"Jesus Yamaguchi don't do that." The blond sighs relaxing his muscles. Yamaguchi frowns. 

"Shut up Tsuki." 

"That's my line."

A moment of calm silence went by, until Yamaguchi had a realization. 

Pondering for a second, he speaks "Hey you don't really have any nicknames for me do you Tsukki?" 

Tsukishima side eyes him with an annoyed look, but of course, we know he's not actually annoyed. 

"Yeah I don't, because i'm not weird like you." He teases doing his best to avoid the subject. 

"Well then get weird you stiff ass beanpole." Yamaguchi spits, not leaving any room for protest. His arms cross followed with a fear inducing glare.

Tsukishima stares in bewilderment, "I would love it if you said that to me but in literally any other situation." 

"Your.avoiding.the.fucking.question." 

"Right, right calm down", Tsukishima takes a minute to think, almost instantly thinking of a nickname, "Freckles." 

Yamaguchi swallows thickly, laughing lightly. 

They arrive at their destination suddenly, Yamaguchi sighs in relief hoping to forget the conversation.

Tsukishima opens the car door quickly, speed walking over to the passengers seat where Yamaguchi is. As the greenette walks out, Tsukishima smiles softly. 

"Your freckles are beautiful Tadashi, your body is covered in stars, not everyone gets to brag about that." He giggles, a cold air followed. 

Yamaguchi craves warmth, clinging to Tsukishima tightly. 

"I want to go home."

"I know.”

“Where home okay? Where home.” 

Chapter Text

You always smile like you're about to cry."

It was unfamiliar, the feeling of warmth and care, it caressed his skin planting small and gentle kisses.

The love he yearned for was requited, overflowing with intimacy and adoration. 

He trembled with fear, he ached for his lovers laugh, the thought of being held by his beloved kept him up at night,

The usual dream of being kissed, feeling warmth spread threw his body, hand in hand enjoying the flowers. 

It was always in a field of flowers, a white and magenta filled field comforted him at night. 

They would sit there, hours on end staring at each other. Their love was filled with purity and passion, gentle and fond. 

"You always smile when you're about to cry."

It was the first time that Akaashi keiji trembled in someone's arms. 

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Bokuto could stare at Akaashi for hours, never faltering on reasons why he was the most stunning person to be born. Usually, the brunet never slept in, but he seemed to be having such a pleasant dream bokuto would feel monsterous to wake him up from. 

Bokuto sighs planting a gentle kiss on Akaashis forehead, he didn't want to leave the sleeping beauties side. It could have been such a sweet and wholesome moment! Until Bokuto slipped, falling ass first onto the floor. it was truly a bad idea to sit on the edge of a bed. 

The sudden scream followed by groans of pain woke Akaashi right up. 

"Bokuto-san?" He gasps through his yawn. 

"O-Oh.....So you're awake now.....AGASSHI!!" 

Bokuto flails his arms pulling the brunet into a tight hug, the hurt baby whimpers in his arms. 

"I fell off the bed! It hurt so much Akashi!" He shook like an injured child, crying into Akaashi's shoulder.

The now awoken sleeping beauty holds in a giggle, pats the owls back and coos to him. He returns a kiss to Bokuto rubbing their foreheads together.

He softly speaks, keeping their foreheads together, "Its Akaashi, and your fine Bokuto-san, you wouldn't have been able to jump in my arms if it weren't." 

Bokuto agrees aggressively nodding, he jumps out of the shorter boy's arms with a boisterous laugh, "Your right Akaashi!" 

"When i'm with you, when am i not?" Akaashi mutters under his breath. He's sure to regret saying it. 

A dramatic gasp is heard from Bokuto, "That was rather brusque of you! I'm in fact, very right most of the time." 

The white haired boy giggles, eyeing Akaashi. He can't tell whether he used the word right, but he's proud of himself either way. The silence and stare he received from the brunet was much too long, he grew anxious that he made a fool of himself. Akaashi takes notice. 

"You used the word right my love, don't worry." He smiles softly lifting the blankets from his body. 

Bokuto melted, any endearment Akaashi chose to call him gave him immediate joy. He's snapped out of his trance when his lover walks past him. He feels extremely offended, and has no quarrel with showing it. 

"I see, I woke you up from a nice dream so I am to receive the cold shoulder huh? That's fine, I didn't want my morning hug and kiss anyways. It's not like I need it to function or anything, it doesn't help my mood either. I'm fine." The boy scowls crossing his arms sassily. 

Akaashi smiles lightly, "I already held you in my arms and gave you a kiss, but since you're so dear to me i'll give you more." with that, he walked over to the brooding boy and placed kisses all over his face. Hug after hug after hug he nuzzled Bokuto. 

"That good enough?" 

Bokuto looked at him lovingly, "I guess so."