tadashi yamaguchi · Y/n story by @f3ar

The hallway buzzed with the usual Valentine’s Day chaos—giggling clusters of girls, boys comparing chocolate hauls, and pink decorations dangling from the ceiling.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

drops his hand slowly, eyes widening ...Oh.

He blinked, the practiced speech crumbling in his throat.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

rubs the back of his neck, cheeks dusting pink I... I thought you were—

He gestured vaguely toward the direction of Tsukishima’s usual spot down the hall.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

You know. Another one.