" "thank god what?"

yamaguchi freezes and squeezes his eyes shut. please GOD no.

why was the universe so cruel?"

yamaguchi blurts out an undignified, forced laugh, sounding not dissimilar to a spluttering tap.

"yamaguchi. turn around and face me."

yamaguchi feels his heart stutter. tsukki narrows his eyes with an expression of disdain when yamaguchi, of course, did what he was told.

"you're acting awfully suspicious." tsukki says shortly.
what the fuck? does he know? he must know. I HATE EVERYTHING.
yamaguchi forces out another spluttering tap noise.
"sorry tsukki?" he tries, and tsukki makes no move to reply, instead staring yamaguchi down, and the boy swears tsukki can see right into his soul. after a brave two seconds of eye contact, yamaguchi avoids his gaze awkwardly. would it be weird if he just.. ran away?? probably. maybe if he bolts now, he could avoid-
"whatever." tsukki mutters, disinterest clear in his tone. he turns and begins to make him way to the main school building, and yamaguchi feels actual, physical relief. he begins to trail behind his crush, like a dog, trying to slow his breathing. thank you! whatever being is watching over me! yamaguchi all but cries. now. to make it through practise.

—

"were you just staring at tsukishima's butt?"

yamaguchi drops the ball he was holding and tries his best not to scream. he takes a deep, long breath, and turns to face the small, orange haired ball of fluff that had just accused him of something absolutely correct.
"uhhuhehh what? no of course not, hinata," yamaguchi lies through his teeth. when the middle blocker doesn't reply, yamaguchi follows his gaze to where tsukki was reaching for his bottle. his legs are all long and slim yet strong, and he just knows that the muscles on his thighs are smooth and sinewy. he realises he is staring again.
"he does have a nice butt." hinata says, and yamaguchi silently agrees. all of a sudden tsukki is turning back towards them, and yamaguchi feels his face warm up and it's weird and he looks away so quickly he might of snapped his neck. he feels tsukki's cold glare burn into his head as he moves closer. yamaguchi slowly backs away, and makes a small noise that might've been a guilty whimper.
"having fun?" tsukki says coolly, and yamaguchi hates it and what it does to him. he hates the way tsukki can silence him with just his presence.
"uh." yamaguchi replies intelligently. hinata squawks randomly beside him. yamaguchi silently thanks him.
"what the hell was that?" tsukki snickered, his voice, as usual, low and taunting and bitter. hinata squawks back in reply. yamaguchi makes a mental note to thank him later.
"i know that karasuno are meant to be like, crows, or something, but no need to act like one." tsukki continues drily. yamaguchi has a mental battle with himself to decide whether or not he should laugh. by the time he made up his mind, tsukki had already went back to his side of the court.