Dear beloved.

We are gathered here today to honor the actual fucking death (excuse his language) of Tadashi Yagamuchi.

Tadashi isn't one to usually stay up late- he does need his full 8 hours of sleep after all.

Yet here he is, laying wide awake thinking of the last absolute thing that could be pestering him at such hour:

Tsukishima

Why was he thinking of his best friend at such hours, he had no idea.

His hair, his rare smile, the way he pushes up his glasses.

God, why, of all times, now?

His snarky remarks

Somehow, they always made everything better.

His hair.

The way it stuck to his forehead when the summer heat enveloped them in the hot gym.

His rare smile.

The one he would give him when he was in a really good mood.

Or he was talking about dinosaurs.

But it was always the small thing that drive yagamuchi crazy for the tall male.

Like a magnet and a compass,

Tadashi can never be able to think straigh when he's around.

Only,

He doesnt know the other boy,

His long-term crush,

Feels the same way.

AN// imma make this really short cause ik no one reads these.

Thanks guys this is my first story for this ship and whole haikyuu category itself.

Thanks for maybe(?) Voting or whatever.

Have a good day,  night, cya