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Yamaguchi's sweating a lot after practice, feeling tired but sated, and the aching muscles actually feels kinda good once you're used to it that he kinda forgets about the whole letter accident. Kinda. A little.
(As if.)
"Maaan, that's kind of a beat," Tanaka slides down near him, clearly had very little energy left after such a thorough practice.
Yamaguchi chuckles. "Yeah, Coach Ukai can be very strict sometimes."
He hears Tsukishima sighs, long and breathy, before settling down besides Yamaguchi, putting himself between the freckled guy and Tanaka. Yamaguchi thinks he hears Tanaka wails faintly, complaining because there’s such a narrow space between him and Yamaguchi and why the hell does Tsukishima needs to sit here anyway, he mutters tiredly, but Tsukishima seems to pay no attention to it.
He was about to open his mouth to greet his bespectacled friend when they see Nishinoya and Hinata, who magically still had tons of stamina (just how, oh God) chasing the first years for god knows why. Yamaguchi feels ten times more tired just by looking at them, to be honest. Thankfully, a volleyball flew to hit Hinata's head, courtesy of Kageyama, so the first years can be left alone to clean the gym.
Tsukishima scoffs. "Those idiots never change."
"You bet." he snickers, and settle himself so he can sit comfortably besides Tsukishima. But when the blond leaned a little to his side, Yamaguchi scoots away just so he's be able to look at Tsukishima properly, like he’d remembered something. His friend immediately turns his head when he shifted.
"What is it?"
"Um," he starts, feeling conscious for a moment because just now, Tsukishima seems just fine, like always. Has he actually just imagined the whole staring things? But no, that's impossible. "It's just..." He’s glancing at Tanaka, making sure that his senpai didn’t hear this conversation, but it seems like he’s busy drinking and collecting stamina, so.
“What.”
He jumps a little, because apparently he’s been looking at Tanaka dozing off for too long and kind of trailing his words. When he glanced up, Tsukishima looks impatient, and, uh-oh, where was he? Oh yeah, the staring thing. Ask Tsukishima about the staring thing.
“…uh, why are you staring? At my bag, I mean,” he stutters a little, part because Tsukishima looks somewhat pissed, and another because he’s afraid if he’s just imagining things and Tsukishima will tell him what an idiot he is, because nobody’s been staring at anything. “Did you wonder about what’s written inside the letter?”
To his surprise, Tsukishima didn’t launch any smartass comments immediately. His narrow eyes widen for a moment, like Yamaguchi had hit a bull’s eye—but eventually he scoffs again, and nudges Yamaguchi’s head with his water bottle.
“It’s pretty obvious what’s inside it, I don’t have to guess. What do you take me for? That little guy and his king?” he nudges harder, and the freckled guy apologizes while wincing. “C’mon, we’re going home. My t-shirt starts to feel gross with all of the sweats.”
Tsukishima stands up, walking ahead to the club room to change, leaving Yamaguchi to properly says ‘See you’ to all Karasuno’s member and captain Ennoshita, and shouting, “Wait for me, Tsukki!” while packing for his bag.
Yamaguchi didn’t even realize that later on, when they finished changing and walking home, when he’s chattering and occasionally responded by hums or just silence, that Tsukishima doesn't really answer why he’s staring at the letter when he already knows it contains a confession.
He's caught off guard though, when Tsukishima suddenly asks him,
"Do you plan to accept her?"