Tsukishima likes to count Yamaguchi’s freckles, and he traces patterns in his mind the same way someone might draw constellations in the night sky.
Only when they’re alone, and when Yamaguchi can’t see him stare. Usually at one of their houses, studying. They’ve known each other for so long it’s almost like a ritual. Their parents never seem to mind.
Yamaguchi almost always falls asleep while they’re studying. When they were in middle school, Tsukishima would try to wake him up. Come on, Yamaguchi, this is why you’re struggling in class. But now he just lets him sleep. Yamaguchi learns the way that he learns.
At this point, Tsukishima puts on his headphones. Whenever he studies by himself he always listens to music. He likes all kinds so long as there is rhythm to it; he rarely pays attention to lyrics he just likes that place in his soul where music takes him.
When there isn’t music, there’s Yamaguchi, so much so that the two become linked in his mind. And when Yamaguchi falls asleep and Tsukishima puts on his headphones, he looks at Yamaguchi’s freckles and traces the patterns between them. Despite how much he loves music Tsukishima doesn’t know the first thing about reading musical notes but he thinks it must be like Yamaguchi’s freckles—somewhere in his skin is a song that plays and only Tsukishima can hear it.
Someday, someday, he wants to trace those freckles with his fingers.
Someday.
A/N: A random Tsukkiyama short for no reason other than I really wanted to write something short and quick and this is what came to mind =D



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