Tw: Alcoholism and Mention of drug use.

(Y/n) seriously did consider not going to school this day. But at the end, it wouldn't help him anyway.

     He would have to go to school eventually, but if he's lucky, he wouldn't see the blonde stranger in the hallways, or anywhere.

At party's it's easy for (Y/n) to talk to people. Being under the influence of alcohol or drugs really makes stuff easier sometimes. Maybe he should drink some vodka before leaving for school?

Deciding that that must be the best option, (Y/n) took the flask of clear liquid out of his hiding spot - a little decorated box in his closet he calls "box of love", full of his drugs and alcohol - and drank it all in one sitting.

     Now he was finally ready to leave for school, the little tipsiness making him more chill.

School went by normal, well, normal to someone like him. The first two periods he took a little nap, after he woke up the rush of vodka was already gone. The next lesson he decided to go to class, but didn't really participate. The next few lessons he decided to skip, and (Y/n) almost forgot about the talk with Tsukishima, until he heard someone call out his name just before he wanted to leave.

"(Y/n)", the voice spoke and the boy could recognize that voice immediately. A chill ran down his spine out of nervousness. This boy knew more than he should know about him. It scared (Y/n).

     The spoken to boy turned around to look at the taller boy. "Hey... you", he said awkwardly, as if he didn't just try to not see him all day.

     "Tsukishima Kei", he introduced himself, his expression as monotone as ever.

     He was quite different than in the garden. While in the garden Tsukishima always seemed calm, in real life, he seemed rather apathetic. (Y/n) noticed that almost immediately.

     (Y/n) smiled awkwardly at the blonde. "Well, it was nice meeting you personally, but I should get going. And you should also get going", he spoke quickly as he turned around again to leave, yet Tsukishima placed his hand on his shoulder, making it impossible for him to do so.

     "You're not leaving. We're talking",  Tsukishima said apathetically, his voice sounding a bit rash. He seemed tired.

     The shorter boy gulped awkwardly, as he wiggled Tsukishima's hand off. "Don't you have Club activities to attend or something? Volleyball, Right? Well I bet they're waiting for you".

     But Tsukishima shook his head. "I do, but that's not important right now. I said we're gonna talk, so we're talking now, got it?", he dictated, leaving (Y/n) no room to disobey.

     So (Y/n) just sighed. "Alright then", he mumbled, obeying.

"I don't want to keep seeing you in the garden", Tsukishima spoke.

The two boys had sat down at a bench close to the gym Tsukishima was currently supposed to be in. (Y/n) wondered if the blonde didn't feel anxious skipping practice right next to the gym, but he decided not to question it, the boy was seemingly very strange already.

(Y/n) sighed. "Look, last time wasn't my fault alright? I got literally attacked", he tried his best to defend himself, his hands raised in front of him in a protective manner.

Now it was Tsukishima's turn to sigh, louder than (Y/n) did. "I know, I told you I know, but the other times you were actively trying to kill yourself, so".

"It's not like I chose to wake up in your crazy dream world garden", (Y/n) groaned quietly.

"I think you need a routine, something to keep you occupied", Tsukishima suggested, the faint sound of volleyballs chiming through the walls signaling practice had already started.

"It's not like I do nothing all day", (Y/n) spoke. "First I'm in school, then I go home do something or whatever, and at the evening I'm mostly out and only get back home late night", he explained himself, without disclosing to much about what he actually is doing all day.

However, Tsukishima already knew every thing the boy does the whole day. "You go to school just to skip more than half of the classes, then you go home to get high or drunk or whatever, then you go out to do the same again. That's not a healthy routine".

"Well you didn't say anything about a healthy routine, it's still a routine though", (Y/n) mumbled, feeling kind of awkward about there being a person who seemingly knows so much about him. More than any friends or family ever had. He felt exposed, embarrassed, and wanted to leave immediately if possible.

Yet Tsukishima wasn't done. "You're not in any clubs".

(Y/n) let out a loud snort, a smug grin on his face. "Why would I? First off, they don't want me there, Second, I don't want to be there. It's kind of a win win situation if you ask me".

"Well not if you ask me", the blonde spoke as he took off his glasses for just a second and rubbed his eyes. "You're stealing me every single bit of sleep".

(Y/n) rolled his eyes. "I didn't ask to be brought into your dreams every single time. Honestly, it's annoying me just as much as it does to you".

"Great, then it's settled", Tsukishima suddenly spoke up louder as he stood up. "You're going to be a manager for my Volleyball Team. That way you don't have time to keep on killing yourself and I will finally get back some sleep", and then he started walking toward the gym, not waiting for a response.

(Y/n) was not going to let that slide. He followed him. "Excuse me, what now? Absolutely not", he said, walking right behind the blonde who didn't even turn around to him.

"I'm gonna give you the forms to fill out tomorrow".

"Are you even listening to me? I said no!".

Suddenly Tsukishima came to an abrupt halt. Just then (Y/n) noticed they were right at the closed doors of the gym. "You want to meet the team already? Or are you leaving now?".

To tired for this, (Y/n) just sighed and turned around. "Whatever, it's not like I'm gonna fill out the forms". And with those words, he walked away.

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