❝ they were the sun and moon, destined to be together but only ever totally meeting once every hundred years or so. ❞
description: in a world where you only see color when you’re in love, you’ve grown frustrated of the greyscale. but falling in love with someone you barely know was never something you planned. and, him not returning the feelings definitely wasn’t planned.
genre: soulmate au… except not quite. everyone is born colorblind. you can only see color once you fall in love (and it grows brighter until you see full color as the love grows). however, that doesn’t ensure a lasting connection. it simply means that love exists in that moment, until it doesn’t.
word count: 1,595
warnings/notes: i apologize for the delayed update! finals kicked my ass. but! here it is!! last part is the last part (which is crazy). hope you all enjoy~
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“ why do I keep on coming back for more
if all that you do is shut me out the door ”
- bittersweet, greer
The friendship blossomed between you and Kei Tsukishima. Cue the montage of getting him to laugh and study dates at his house. Cue the montage of corny music as the two of you subtly messed around instead of focusing on the fundraisers. Cue the montage of you growing closer with a bright filter.
You thought that if you managed to become his friend, his second in command, the colors would start to fade. Because by then, he was a friend. And friendships are marked with a stamp and wax seal.
You didn’t know that friendships are the easiest to fall in love with.
You woke up on the wrong side of the bed one morning.
You were irritated beyond anything, a simmering anger that you tried to suppress as you got ready for the school day. The bright colors in your bathroom only seemed to piss you off even more.
And, to make you even more angry at everyone and everything, Kei Tsukishima didn’t notice at all.
You were internally raging, and he didn’t say a word. Sure, you weren’t expressing your attitude to him. But as your second, he should know. Put a hand on your shoulder or flick your forehead and tell you to calm down. Anything but the silence you were receiving.
Even Yamaguchi got you an extra juice box, claiming that the “machine gave him two”. No it didn’t.
You glared at the stupid fucking board behind your homeroom teacher, letting your mind wander. Your life was so fucking annoying.
First, you fall in love with some guy you barely knew. Then you voluntarily spend more time with him and his entire team. And, to top it off, the colors only grew as you grew your friendship with the blonde boy.
You could barely see the grey filter anymore.
When Tsukki just up and left after class instead of waiting, you felt your eye twitch.
“She’s not in a good mood today, you know.” Yamaguchi said, walking beside his best friend. “You should say something to her. She’ll be in a better mood if you do.”
“What would me talking to her do?”
Yamaguchi shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s in love with you, I’m sure whatever you do or say would make her feel better.”
During your blooming friendship with Tsukki, you found yourself at his house a lot.
You liked to quiz each other on random things, study for the next quiz, or do homework. You know. Things that nerds do.
You spent the entire weekend there, hanging out and getting to know the man you were in love with.
You never spoke about the almost kiss.
“Do you want to play catch with me?” You offered. You were lying on his floor, feet up against his wall and body exhausted from sitting up all day.
“Play catch with you?” He turned around in his desk chair, facing your figure on the ground. “With what?”
“I always have my glove and a ball in my bag. All you need is a glove.” You perked up, twisting your head to see him. “And I know your brother has one.”
“Okay so next question. Why?”
“As a break.”
“I’m not going to play sports when I don’t have to. Why, when all we do is practice anyway?”
“It isn’t practice. It’s a break from our studies. It’s supposed to be fun.”
“Yes,fun.” You pushed yourself up. “C’mon.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“Tsukki, c’mon. Please!”
He ended up playing for hours.
You sat in the grass, throwing the softball up and watching it come back down. Usually, practice would calm you down and stop you from throwing a tantrum for very long.
All in all, it had been a shit day throughout.
You woke up in a mood. You could get over that. But then, your teacher called you out specifically for something you didn’t even do. You got a test back and had a lower grade than you should have received. Your lunch was ass. And, to top it off, your coach yelled at you in front of the entire team.
You wanted to burn through the grass and sit in the center of the earth.
Not to mention that the one guy, the one person that you wanted to talk to, hadn’t spoken a word to you the entire day.
It was as though he was deliberately ignoring you. Going out of his way to avoid you, even.
You sighed as you stared at the sun.
You put on a fake smile for volleyball practice. Tsukishima noticed. How could he not notice when your eyes didn’t have their usual glow?
He tried to focus on the stupid volleyball club, do the drills and keep up with the team.
But he kept glancing towards you.
You sighed as you cleaned up the last ball. Hinata and Kageyama were still going at it (Hinata’s frown quickly vanished after you rejected his ask of you to stay). You rolled your shoulders to crack your back. Being angry all day really does put some weight on your shoulders.
You started to leave the gym, carrying your softball bag and your backpack, when a body appeared next to yours.
“Come with me.” He said.
“Oh, so you are talking to me?” You bantered.
“Yes.” He pushed up his glasses. “Come.”
And you did.
You followed him for a while, never asking why or where you were going. The amount of trust you had in this boy was insane.
You ended on a hill. It was out of the city, pretty distant into the suburbs, and you couldn’t hear the sound of cars or anything other than the occasional bird.
It was dark, but you could see clearly.
Tsukki sat down first, leaning onto his arms in the grass. You followed suit, silently sitting beside him.
“I come here when I’m in a shitty mood.” He said after a while. You shoved your bags aside. “It’s calming.”
“I’m sure it’s beautiful during the summer.” You said, gazing where the flowers are wilting.
“The flowers are yellow, by the way.” You told him. “Well, they’re dying so it’s more of a mustard or burnt yellow. But they’re yellow nonetheless.”
“Like my hair.”
You chuckled. “Yeah, like your hair.”
“For what?” He asked, turning his head towards you.
“For taking me here. Even though you knew I was frustrated.”
“I knew you were kind of pissed since you walked into school.” Tsukki said. “I just didn’t want to somehow make it worse, so I kept my distance. Yamaguchi scolded me about it earlier. I figured this would get you to smile at least.”
He was closer to you now. Your thighs were touching.
“Well, thank you.”
He was leaning in. The second time this has happened and you still couldn’t control the rapid heart beats in your chest. He was just going to wipe dirt from your shoulder, or maybe he was going to push your hair back. Maybe, if you were lucky, he was going to hug you.
Your eyes were open when he kissed you.
As his lips touched yours, you tasted mint. You only took a second of surprise to kiss him back, grasping at his neck to keep him close.
His glasses never got in the way.
Tsukki kept his hands to himself; but because of the height difference, it was a bit like he was leaning over you. The wilting flowers surrounded the both of you as you moved together.
You were the one to pull back, catching your breath. He did too, as if composing himself.
“Tsukki?” You bit your lips, still tasting him.
“Do you really not see color?”
There was a moment of deafening silence. You could hear buzzing in your ears. His eyes shifted between yours and you couldn’t define the emotion behind them.
“No.” He turned his head back to the hills. “I don’t.”
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