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Terushima studies him for a moment before they both start laughing. "Good morning," he smirks before sliding off the bed.

"Unexpected one," Yamaguchi chuckles, his eyes following older boy's movements. Terushima walks up to the closet and pulls out a khaki shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. He glances at Yamaguchi, making boy blush again. "S-sorry," Yamaguchi blurts out and turns to look in the window, feeling his heart pound.

"Not that I mind," Terushima shrugs with a low chuckle. He changes quickly and comes up to Yamaguchi. "So tea it is," he ruffles boy's hair and turns to the door. He pauses for a second, "your bag's near the desk and..." he drawls, biting his lip, "phone too." Terushima's eyes gleam with concern as he walks out the room.

Yamaguchi watches the door close, before standing up and making his way to the desk. He looks for his phone first. His eyes slide through new messages. Sugawara...Daichi...Teru...He stops at Tsukishima's texts. A shiver runs up his spine as memories from yesterday crawl into his head. How amusing. Owner worries about his lost dog... Yamaguchi feels his eyes sting with upcoming tears, but tries to hold them back. He grits his teeth, clenching his phone harder. Damn it... A jab of pain hits his chest. It hurts. More than he thought it would. He feels sick from how miserable he was all this time. Get yourself together! He squeezes eyes shut, before throwing his phone on the bed. He hears it hit the wall though, before falling on the sheets. He looks at his volleyball bag. Yamaguchi bits his cheek. He doesn't want to look inside. He's afraid to find his diary, which will throw him into countless memories. Memories, that were so dear to him. Memories, that got shattered to pieces.

Yamaguchi turned to face Terushima's closet. He won't mind, will he? He rubbed behind his neck, contemplating if he should just take his own clothes. But then sighs and opens the closet door. "Well..." Yamaguchi's eyes land on a black shirt, taking it out and tossing on the bed. "And this..." he drawls, reaching for a pair of grey sweatpants.

He changed quickly and looked in the mirror on the closet door. Shirt hang loose on his shoulders, white print on the back saying 'kiss me will ya?' in fancy letters. His lips stretch in a grin. Terushima gave it to him once when they got soaked in the rain and had to stay at his place for a while. And then after he covered Yamaguchi's shirt with his silly doodles and song lyrics. Yamaguchi chuckled at memories, "might keep it to myself at this point."

A sudden phone buzzing shifted his attention. Terushima's phone lit up, new messages popping up on the screen. This early? Yamaguchi made his way to the desk and picked his phone up. They all were from Johzenji's volleyball team. Yamaguchi's eyes slid through latest ones: 'you srsly not coming?' followed by 'slacking aint good man'. Phone buzzed again making Yamaguchi's eyebrows shoot up as he read 'I guess you were right' from Sugawara. Suddenly a lot of questions rose in his head. Why is he in Terushima's house? Why were they sleeping together? How Sugawara knows him? What about the camp? Why Terushima skips today's practice? Yamaguchi felt his head ache. There was too much he didn't know, but at least getting answers won't be that hard.

Terushima heard footsteps approaching and took two mugs out of the cupboard. Yamaguchi walked up the kitchen entry, but didn't come closer. "Shoot," Terushima yawned, pouring tea into mugs.

"Huh?" Yamaguchi tilted his head.

"I bet you have a lot of questions," he said simply, turning around and putting mugs with steaming tea on the counter. He jumped to sit on it, pulling away one chair for Yamaguchi. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of Yamaguchi in his clothes, lips stretching into a pleased smirk. He nodded to the chair and watched Yamaguchi step into the kitchen. "Familiar clothes I see," he winked chuckling. Atmosphere seemed to ease.

Yamaguchi rolled his eyes, "didn't want to...um..."

"I understand," and he really did. Terushima remembered little notebook lying in Yamaguchi's volleyball bag. Considering yesterday's anniversary it could be either a gift for Tsukishima or Yamaguchi's diary, that Terushima already knew he had. "So?" he asked shifting Yamaguchi's attention, "I'm ready for interrogation," he chuckled.

Yamaguchi smiled weakly in reply, "well..." Words weren't coming as easy as he wanted to. He took the mug in his hand and watched the steam dance in the air. "How did I...why am I here?" Yamaguchi's eyes traveled around the room.

"I...couldn't get there as fast as I wanted to," Terushima ran a hand through his hair, looking apologetically at Yamaguchi, "you dosed off a couple of minutes after we found you..."

"We?" Yamaguchi arched an eyebrow.

"I met Sugawara and-" he started, but got cut off.

"Oh that reminds me," Yamaguchi fished a phone from the pocket and handed it to Terushima, "your phone almost exploded from texts."

Terushima didn't look surprised, "team blowing up our chat as always," he rolled his eyes and put the phone aside.

Yamaguchi's eyes unconsciously followed his movements. A couple of his questions now had an answer, but it was nowhere near enough. Not enough answers. Not enough explanation. "So...what happened?" Yamaguchi asked quietly, taking a sip of warm tea.

Terushima told him events of that evening. Well, all the details he thought were important. He told how Sugawara took care of everything in the camp and how he promised to keep setter updated. "We both decided that it would be better for you to...go somewhere else," he said, looking into his now empty mug, "that's what happened."

Yamaguchi stayed quiet for a while. "I'm sorry you had to go through that much trouble..." he breathed out, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Come on, freckles," Terushima smiled and ruffled his hair, "if it's you, I would have come even if it was other side of Japan." Yamaguchi met his eyes, feeling another wave of tears coming. "No no no," Terushima jumped off the counter and hugged him, "no more crying, 'kay?" He stroked his back, feeling boy nod into his shoulder. Yamaguchi cursed himself for being weak and emotional, for always asking him for help and never being able to give anything back. I don't deserve a friend like him...What have I done for him anyway? Question hung up in his head, but this time he couldn't find an answer. Nothing... He hugged Terushima tighter. I owe you so much, yet I can't give you anything. I'm so so so sorry...

"Hey," Terushima's voice sounded soft, caring, "more tea?" His light chuckle made Yamaguchi smile. He nodded. "Green?" Another nod. "I can't cook so..." he paused, looking around.

"I can make something," Yamaguchi mumbled in his shoulder.

"You sure?" he asked, squatting down to look boy in the eyes.

"Your cooking is terrible and I don't feel like starving to death," Yamaguchi giggled at Terushima's playful pout.

"'kay," he smiled, wiping tears off Yamaguchi's cheeks with his thumbs.

Yamaguchi ruffled his hair, "payback," and ran off to the other side of the counter. He heard Terushima's low chuckle, before boy took his seat. Yamaguchi was grateful for a chance to distract himself. Even with cooking. "What about your practice today?" he asked, moving kitchen utensils around.

"Let's say I took a break," Terushima yawned, his eyes lazily following Yamaguchi's movements.