I could not thank you guys enough for the support you've given to my two Haikyuu fics, "Invincible" and "Order Made". If not for you, I would not have been inspired to write another fic. Now that "Order Made" is down to its last two chapters, I have decided to pursue a new pairing.
Yes. It's the TsukiYama pairing.
I hope you will be able to like it as much as you did for my two previous fics.
Once again, thank you!
-Takatsu
Chapter 1: Distance
From afar.
That is how I always watch him.
From behind.
That is where I always choose to stand. Just behind him. Never going ahead. Always trailing his footsteps.
No. It's not that I couldn't bear to see his face. More like…it gives me a weird feeling. And even if I do face him, there is no way I could look him in the eye.
Apart from the horizontal one, there is this vertical distance between us.
I was a normal hundred seventy nine and a half centimeters. He was a hundred eighty eight and a third centimeters.
Quite the difference, I know. So even if I gather the courage to stand before him and speak myself, I would just be gazing up, with him looking down at me. And then I have to wear the weight of his gaze. I think I would rather face my mother, who was a lot smaller than me. Wait. Maybe that was not a good decision. She had the most frightening scream when she's mad—e-eh?
How on earth was able to know his height?
U-Uhm, does that really matter? Eh! No! I am no stalker! Just that…
Just that…
Just
That
I really look up to him.
And ever since that day, I felt.
I wanted to know who he was.
His name. What he hates. What he loves.
Those trivial stuff.
I know. I could have asked him, then it wouldn't have made things this worse.
Here I am, standing behind a bookshelf, watching him amidst the spaces of two voluminous books. I know. I am pathetic.
Then again, maybe it wasn't just about the physical distance.
When I see him turn the pages of those book with a cold expression, his usual headphones stuck on his ear…
…I realized.
It wasn't only about our heights and our stature.
For some reason, it was as if a barrier stood between us. Some wall.
And he was the one who built it.
Not only to me, but to all the people around him.
Judging that, I knew I was a hopeless case.
Closing the book I pretended to be reading, I returned it to its shelf and walked away with a heavy sensation in my heart.
This is really turning bad for you, Tadashi.
"Oi."
Eh.
That voice…
Where did it come fr—
I turned around to face a looming figure.
Yellow hair. Condescending eyes. An expression cold as ice.
"You dropped this."
I stuttered. I opened my mouth, struggling to get out the words. Only a stupid sound came out. It sounded like some toad whose throat had just been stabbed.
I knew. I can see it. It's clearly written on his face.
I looked stupid.
He held out the handkerchief to me.
"T-Thanks…" I finally managed to mumble.
"Whatever," he said in nonchalant tone, taking his exit.
Maybe it wasn't really that bad, Tadashi.
For a moment.
I was able to stand before him.
Just in front of him.
For the first time, I felt the distance close in.
A.N. Tell me what you guys think! I would be looking forward to your reviews and comments! :) *zooms away*