↳ yamaguchi-centered fics 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
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“I don’t like that word,” Kageyama interrupts.
His brow furrows, his eyes darting to the side as he processes the sentence. It’s that look he gets when he’s dissecting a failed play, only this time, the stakes aren’t on a scoreboard.
“Mistake,” Tobio repeats, testing the weight of it. “It implies an error in calculation. Like I hit the ball out of bounds because I misjudged the wind. I knew it was you the whole time, Yamaguchi. I wasn’t... I wasn’t confused about who I was with.”
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- Part 1 of ↳ yamaguchi-centered fics 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
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Yamaguchi forced himself to swallow, clearing his parched throat as he tried to regain his composure.
“Hey... ah... um... do you need anything?” he stammered, his fingers nervously twisting the hem of his knitted sweater. “Are you hungry? I’m Yamaguchi Tada—”
“Tadashi. Yamaguchi Tadashi.” Kei’s voice interrupted him. It was a low, gravelly morning rasp that sent an involuntary shiver down Yamaguchi’s spine. “Of course I know who you are. You’re the only one in this house who’s forgotten anything.”
The remark felt like a slap—cold, sharp, and strangely offensive. Yamaguchi felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks, but he pushed the feeling down. He reminded himself that he was the host, and this was a man who had clearly been through an ordeal.
“Right. Of course,” Yamaguchi said, trying to maintain a polite smile. “I mean... you know me. And I know you... or, at least, I used to know you. Before the accident. Um—”
“You’ve grown beautiful.”
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- Part 2 of ↳ yamaguchi-centered fics 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
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“You know,” Osamu said, buttoning the shirt with steady fingers, “once your wings are small enough to hide under a coat, I’m taking you out of here. We’ll go into the city.”
Tadashi froze, his breath hitching. “Go... out?”
“Yeah. Like what couples do. Dinner, walks. I want people to see what I have.”
Tadashi’s expression curdled into something akin to horror, his eyes wide as he looked at Osamu as if seeing a monster for the first time in months. Osamu couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching up to pinch Tadashi’s nose.
“What’s that face for? Don’t tell me that angels are homophobic?”
Tadashi shook his head slowly, his voice a mere whisper. “No. It isn’t that. It’s just... the world is so loud, Osamu.”
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- Part 3 of ↳ yamaguchi-centered fics 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔