how to save a setter- tsukikage (rewritten)

three

"Well isn't that something, I should come to the next game, I'd love to see you two work together." Kageyama's father feigned enthusiasm. 

Deciding to test the waters Tsukishima sucked in a breath before speaking again. "If I may ask sir, why have I never seen you at our games before? You seem to be Kageyama's biggest fan." He spots Kageyama stiffen at the question before training his gaze on the man in question. 

"Ah- that's well. I'm just rather busy. My work trips don't line up well with Kageyama's games. I'll be sure to work around it next time. Wouldn't it be fun to have your old man at your game Tobio?" He asked looking over to his son who had yet to relax. 

Kageyama looked up swallowing down his building anxiety and nodded briefly. "That would be wonderful father." He said his voice slightly strained. "Well it looks like everybody's done eating, Tsukishima and I should get to studying-"

"Yes yes, Tsukishima you can head up to Tobio's room it's the first door on the left. Tobio can you help me with the dishes?" His father asked glancing over in the setter's direction. 

"Of course father. I'll see you in a bit Tsukishima" Kageyama answered, willing himself to not look in the blonds direction for fear or him not being able to resist asking him not to go. Not to leave him with his father. 

"Alright. Thank you for dinner, please excuse me." The middle blocker said politely before excusing himself, grabbing his things and making his way up the stairs. He couldn't help but feel off put by the tense atmosphere, or how Kageyama wouldn't look him in the eyes. The seemingly forced cheerfulness his father put on display. It all seemed, wrong somehow. 

He stopped for a moment at the top of the stairs straining his ears to make out the words hushed voices spoke from the kitchen. Unable to do so he sighed, opening the door leading to the setter's room.  

"Well isn't this on brand" he muttered looking around the plain looking room. A simple bed, blue sheets, a dresser, a desk. His gym bag sitting beside the dresser and of course a few volleyballs. There was no doubt that Kageyama lived here. 

Walking around the room he took note of the desk, a paper left out with an envelope near to it. A half empty glass of water and- 

His eyes widened slightly. 

It's getting harder to find the will to do anything.

His eyes scanned over the letter, questions filling his mind. Was Kageyama depressed? Where was his mom? What is this talk of pain, fighting back, what was effecting him so negatively? 

He stopped, his breath caught in his throat as he read the rest. This. This was so much worse then he thought it was. Kageyama was so close, he wanted to. His mind raced with sudden worry and he started to question just when he had begun to care so much. 

Looking for answers he looked around the room for anything else to give him clues. Unsatisfied he opened the drawer letters upon letters coming into view. All put in an envelope, all never sent. But why?

Taking a few into his hands he made the split second- and probably regrettable decision to stash them into his backpack before closing the drawer again quickly. Hearing footsteps making their way up the stairs he walked swiftly over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. 

The door opened a minute later, the setter coming into view. "Sorry about leaving you all alone up here" He said rather quietly, his gaze shifting uncomfortably from the ground to the middle blocker. 

Tsukishima wanted to ask him about the letter, but he knew he shouldn't have looked in the first place.

"S'fine don't worry about it. Let's get to work shall we?" The blond invited patting the bed beside him, prompting the younger to grab his books and carry them over to the bed before he took a seat.