Tsukishima was sitting on the edge of the pier next to Yamaguchi, barefoot with his shoes and socks sitting next to him. His toes just barely touched the cold water, and he had his hands pulled into his jacket sleeves just a bit for the extra warmth. The rest of the team was there with them, the third years back for a quick weekend trip.

The late September breeze blew over the water, sending a chill down his spine.

Hinata, Kageyama, Tanaka, and Nishinoya were all jumping off the pier into the water in their normal screaming and idiotic fashion while Asahi worried incessantly about them all getting hypothermia and Daichi and Suga disappeared off to who knows where.

It made him cold just thinking about jumping in the lake, and as he was distracted by that thought he heard wet feet running across the concrete surface of the pier and a pair of hands on his shoulders pushing him into the water before he could react to it and brace himself.

In moments his head was under the freezing water, and he quickly resurfaced, coughing and spluttering. The culprit made himself known moments later as Nishinoya cannon-balled into the water next to him, yelling obnoxiously and splashing more water into Tsukishima's face on impact.

Tsukishima shook his head to dislodge some of the water from his hair, and quickly pushed his now mostly useless, water covered glasses onto his forehead.

Nishinoya quickly burst into laughter at Tsukishima's angry and soaking wet state, "Oh my god, he's so mad!"

Tsukishima quickly went to yell at him, "Nishinoya you a—"

He quickly realized that there were probably kids near enough to hear him call Nishinoya an ass, and he didn't want angry parents on his case, so he corrected himself, "Absolute bastard!"

Ok so maybe he could've done better with the censorship.

He quickly grabbed Yamaguchi's outstretched hand and climbed out of the water back onto the pier.

He was giggling, trying to hold it back, but he wasn't exactly successful, "You— you alright Kei?"

Tsukishima quickly abandoned his jacket, shrugging it off and dropping it behind him on the concrete, "I would be if I weren't freezing my ass off."

He set his glasses in one of his shoes and quickly ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get more of the water out.

Nishinoya quickly pushed himself up out of the water and onto the pier, shaking his head like a dog and grinning like a madman, "Haha, sorry Tsukki!"

He scowled at him momentarily before turning back to Yamaguchi who was offering his jacket to Tsukishima, "Here, take off your shirt and wear my jacket. You'll freeze to death if you keep your wet shirt on."

Tsukishima was so cold he didn't even think twice about pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the pier next to him. He had barely thought twice about the scars that covered his upper body since that day he had told Yamaguchi about them.

By the time he remembered, it was a hell of a lot too late. Nishinoya was already calling attention to them.

"Whoa, Tsukishima, are you alright?"

He quickly grabbed Yamaguchi's jacket and pulled it on, zipping it up to hide the scars as fast as possible, "Yea, I'm fine. Just cold."

"No, no," Nishinoya shook his head and sat down next to Tsukishima, lowering his voice slightly. At least he seemed to know when to be quiet when it mattered, nobody else had noticed the scars, "I meant the scars. They're every-fucking-where."

He wrapped his arms around himself and nodded dismissively, "They're old. I'm fine."

The scars were old, and most of them were faded, so he hoped that Nishinoya actually believed him.

Thankfully, that seemed to be the case, and Nishinoya stood back up, "Alright, but if you ever want to talk to me feel free to."

Tsukishima nodded in response. There wasn't any way that he'd go to Nishinoya for help with his sort of issues, but the offer was nice, "Yea, alright. Thanks."

Nishinoya nodded, and moments later he was back to his normal self, yelling and shoving Hinata and Kageyama off the pier as well.

Tsukishima fell silent after this, staring at his knees. His mind felt blank all of a sudden.

Yamaguchi picked up on this, and he moved even closer almost instantly, close enough that their knees were brushing and their thighs pressed together.

"You alright Kei?"

This pulled Tsukishima back to reality, and he shrugged passively wrapping his arms tighter around himself, "Yea. I'm good, probably."

Yamaguchi instantly responded to this, and Tsukishima regretted tacking the probably onto the end of his sentence.

"I don't think I like the probably part of that," Yamaguchi reached over to rest his hand on top of one of Tsukishima's.

Tsukishima simply laughed and entangled his fingers with Yamaguchi's, "I'm fine, you sound like my mom Jesus."

In response, Yamaguchi squeezed Tsukishima's hand, "If I were your mom I'd be telling you to get out of my house and not to come back."

Tsukishima found himself laughing gently at this, and Yamaguchi continued, "Come on, let's go find pebbles to pelt the idiots with."

Tsukishima grinned, knowing that going to find pebbles probably really meant "let's go somewhere else so we can be alone and I can kiss you" and pushed himself to his feet, pulling Yamaguchi up with him gently.

They managed to slip away quite easily, stumbling across Daichi and Suga by accident, but as they found a spot behind the changing rooms and Yamaguchi pressed his lips to Tsukishima's he was able to relax.

It didn't take long for him to forget about Nishinoya's new knowledge of his scars, and just enjoy being with his boyfriend.


Months passed, and there was no mention of his scars by Nishinoya.

Then on another of the graduated third year's visits near the beginning of December, Tsukishima found himself being dragged to the pool.

He had always hated indoor pools, they were hot and humid and a pain in the ass to be wearing a t-shirt in.

But of course going shirtless wasn't an option, unless he wanted to deal with the questions. Then again, with how Nishinoya reacted maybe it wouldn't be that bad. The scars were faded anyways.

If he were telling himself the truth, he was fine with the rest of the upperclassmen and the other second years knowing. But he didn't know the first years well enough to really feel comfortable with them knowing.

But when he looked over at Nishinoya he saw him giving him an expectant look.

He wasn't sure how it had come to be like that, Nishinoya knowing his secret. He would've thought it would have been Suga, or maybe Daichi.

But instead it was the ball of spastic energy that was Nishinoya.

He figured, if Nishinoya knew, it didn't really matter if everyone else did. Nishinoya was the person he least wanted to know anyways.

There was really no point to hiding it anymore. It was like Yamaguchi had said when he first found out, maybe he should just stop caring about it. That would certainly be easier.

Ah, fuck it. He thinks to himself, and he pulls his shirt over his head.

The first reaction is from Suga, teasing him before noticing the scars, "Ohoho, showing off for Yamaguchi huh?"

Then his teasing expression faded into surprise.

"Oh," was all he said. Then, "You alright?"

By now the rest of the team had noticed as well, and they had allowed Suga to ask the question for them. Tsukishima was happy about that, it meant , "They're old, nothing to worry about."

Suga simply nodded, and they all seemed to go back to their chatting to delay jumping into the icy cold pool.

He felt Yamaguchi's hand on his shoulder, and he turned around to see his boyfriend grinning at him, his own shirt discarded on the bench.

Yamaguchi had his own issues with being self conscious of his scars. They weren't only on his wrists after all, he had just as many in the spots Tsukishima did.

"I'm proud of you Kei."

He felt his face grow red at his comment, and then a thought popped into his head.

He gave Yamaguchi a devilish grin, and Yamaguchi quickly returned a more nervous version of it, "Oh no, what are you planning."

"Oh, nothing," Tsukishima said simply as he spun Yamaguchi around and held him close to his chest as he quickly stepped back and threw himself backwards into the pool with his arms still tightly around Yamaguchi.

The water was freezing, and he heard Yamaguchi screeching as his head dipped below the surface of the water.

Too late he realized that he had forgotten to take his glasses off, and he resurfaced, laughing, as Yamaguchi spluttered and shoved his now soaking wet hair out of his face, "Kei!"

Tsukishima ran his fingers quickly through his own shaggy bangs, pulling his glasses off and tossing them onto one of the chairs where they had set their stuff, and wrapped an arm around one of Yamaguchi's shoulders as he began to tread water.

With a snarky grin, he waved to the rest of the guys still lingering on the pool deck, "You guys better come get in here before I pull you in, it's freezing and I wanna get a game of volleyball started before I die from hypothermia."

This seemed to break some of the tension, and almost all at once the rest of the team was diving into the pool.

It took a surprising amount of time to get teams split up, and then more yet to figure out how the hell pool volleyball was supposed to work, but once it got going everything else seemed to fade away.

Tsukishima even eventually almost forgot about the fact all his scars were on full display.

A/N: And now here's some of the team finding out about Tsukishima's scars! This one is also a little rushed, but again, I feel bad for having not uploaded anything in a while rip. I promise I'm working on things though, just a lot of them. I'm in the middle of some random IwaOi stuff that really doesn't have a plot at all, a TsukiYama coffee shop au ft Yamguchi's crippling homosexuality, a fantasy au with yams and tsukki, and an au where kags gets hit in the face with a volleyball a few too many times during his time on the Olympic team and he goes blind. But for now, this is all I've got. I'll hopefully be back with something soon.