The moon was dim that evening, the hazy light illuminating the small town with a shallow glow.
The sound of footsteps could be heard.
Tap, tap, tap.
With every tap, his head grew heavier, encased in a thick fog. He could feel the light shove from the air around him, pushing him to keep walking.
As his mind raced with thoughts his head grew foggier and foggier. White headphones slipped off of messy blond hair. He couldn't see through all this fog.
Soon, he was yelling. He was yelling for someone to come find him in this misty gray ocean. Was anyone there? Or better yet, would anyone be willing to help him?
He couldn't hear anything. Every sound was drowned out in his throbbing head, too overwhelmed to listen.
There was another voice, too. He didn't know who it was, or what they were saying. It was too foggy to tell. He felt like he was in a giant glass dome, separated from what going on outside and eternally trapped in a neverending sea of nothingness.
He wondered if the voice outside was trying to break through that glass dome. Desperate for help, he focused hard on the voice calling to him.
He never noticed the fog beginning to subside.
He never noticed the glass beginning to crack.
He just wanted help. Then, he heard the voice, loud and clear,
"-uki! Tsuki, please answer me! Are you okay?! Tsukishima!"
It was Yamaguchi. Of course, it was. Who else would drop everything just to save a jerk like him?
The fog was gone. He could see Tadashi's freckled face full of concern and worry. The feeling of concrete brushed against his fingers, and he looked around. He was curled up on the sidewalk, his headphones sprawled away from him. Had he collapsed? He felt bad for making Tadashi worry, but for some reason, he gave a dry laugh, and he could see the confusion under all of Tadashi's worry.
"Tsuki?" Tadashi asked, voice dripping with concern.
It was stupid. Why was Tadashi here now? He wondered if he was around when it had happened. Did it really matter? He flung his arms around Tadashi's small body.
The warmth comforted him. It always had. For the longest tine he found that everything was easier with the other around, and that he could do anything.
His fingers gripped the fabric of the shorter's shirt. He was here. He wasn't in that dome anymore. The feeling of dampness brought him out of his mind. He felt his cheek.
He was crying.
He was crying, in front of Tadashi, in public. It wasn't uncommon for him to release more emotions around the other, but crying? He never cried in front of anyone.
At this point he was sobbing. The sound of thick, deep breaths were the only thing he could hear.
"S- Sorry," Tsukishima managed to gasp out, "I-wow, this is so pathetic." He lowered his head away from Tadashi, not wanting the shorter to see him so vulnerable. Though, his action was cut off by comforting arms wrapping tighter around his frail body, almost like a blanket.
"Don't worry about it. I'll always be here for you, Kei..."
He finally let out his cries.
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The moon could've been brighter that night, but at least the stars were there to shine for him
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Fog
FanfictionJust a little TsukiYama flashfic (560 words) The moon was cold. Cold, but also calm. Sometimes, the moon was something that others looked up to. A light to say their wishes to. Though, What's the moon without the stars to shine with him? AKA Tsukish...
