"Yacнι-ѕan?" Tsukishima walks over to the girl, whom was handing out water bottles. "oн, тѕυĸιѕнιмa-ĸυn!" Yachi began to rub the back of her neck nervously. "Do yoυ need ѕoмeтнιng?" Tsukishima contemplated about what he should say. "ι ѕυppoѕe yoυ can ѕay тнaт," the blond answered. "ιғ yoυ don'т мιnd мe aѕĸιng," Yachi nodded and motioned for him to continue. "wнaт do yoυ тнιnĸ aвoυт Yaмagυcнι?" Slight tsukikage/kagetsukki. If you don't like, you might have to leave. . .. ... .... ..... ..... .... ... .. . A YamaYachi songfic because I believe that YamaYachi needs more recognition. (Also cause I thought the song fits for them.)