If it were possible for the weather to show a person's feelings, it'd be lightly raining right now. A suffocatingly hot day, gracing every single drop arrogantly and making the earth to beg for more. Like teasing the rotten mankind, never giving the relief of icy touch on the face. Slowly and torturously, it'd be raining.

That was how Yamaguchi was feeling even though the sky was clear and the sun was about to set, gentle and caring, as if it was one of the best days of the spring. Not that the interview went badly. He could even assume the manager liked him. Maybe wearing a suit was a good idea after all.

Even so, he could not shake the feeling of dark clouds possessing his heart, coloring his blood black. Each thump sent poison all over his body, making him scared again and again until he postponed going back to the apartment once more.

So there he was instead filling his time sitting in the park, on the verge of indecisiveness, watching the city change its colors. It was definitely more relaxing than the idea of returning to the flat and witnessing the possible unwanted intimacy that might welcome him there. It would not take him more than three seconds to pull that kissing scene from the darker depths of his mind, even though it was fading and eroding. He did not need to be the spectator of the second act. For the sake of keeping his insanity in terms.

The city was packed with life, and Yamaguchi felt the invisible warmness of faceless people out there. Just like him - doing their bests to stand on their feet, failing most of the time but being brave enough to try once more. It seemed less lonely.

His hands mindlessly took the candy bar from his jacket pocket, and looked at it as if it were able to give him some comfort.

"There should be more movies, you know … about unrequited loves. So that people would not get the wrong idea, and mistakenly dream about happiness."

Great! He was trying to make a conversation with a candy now! Nevertheless, he felt better.

This pink, strawberry shaped candy was one of Tsukki's favourites when they were child, but they hadn't been sold for years.. Seeing the object on the display, Yamaguchi already paid for it before realizing.

There was something with this dazzling object, making it special, its ability to come from back. He imagined Tsukki's suprised face supressing a genuine joy, which he would decipher without an effort.

ooo

As he was deep in his imagination, he almost did not realize a small box suddenly falling in front of his feet.

It was only a voice called to him, he became aware.

"Heey, you there! You in the suit! Sorry, hand me that please, will you?"

"Uhhm, yes" Yamaguchi responded to the voice, as he held the box , – how could a small box this heavy? – and stood up to face with the owner.

Even with the big reading glasses and half of his face is blocked by the carton boxes he was holding, Yamaguchi knew the guy immadiately. His words turn into a suprised "O-Oikawa-san!"

One did not meet a Grand king everyday in his life.

"Ohh my," Oikawa jerked his face up, now focusing on the man before him rather than the well being of the box Yamaguchi was helding onto.

"Karasuno's pinch server." He stated confidently.

"You remembered me! Yamaguchi it is. Yamaguchi Tadashi" Yamaguchi chirped quickly, lightly blushing.

"Now now Yama-chan, dont get ahead of yourself." Oikawa laughed. "It is because I have an excellent memory, not that you are someone worth for remembering!"

Yama-chan!

It was strange, meeting with Oikawa Tooru out of nowhere and hearing this man he barely knew, insulting him with a stupid grin on his face at the first thing he said.

Even so, Yamaguchi could not help but smile. For the first time since he'd gotten out of his home. "I didn't claim so."

"Gooood! It's a virtue one's knowing himself." Oikawa grinned wider with a surprise, as Yamaguchi put the small can on the top of the cardboxes Oikawa's carrying on his both hands. "Thank you for that!"

"Shall I help you with those boxes?" Yamaguchi could not help but suggest.

Oikawa's eyes lit with the offer, "Oooh, it is also a virtue that one completes what he is lacking with other things Yama-chan, you are all welcome to."

Yamaguchi smoothly take the top two boxes into his arms trying not to make anything fall as he replayed his new nickname in the back of his mind with amusement. "So you are moving or ?"

"Yeah, these were the last things" Oikawa said, as he sighed with the relief of Yamaguchi rescuing him from extra weight. "Its not that far from here, just two blocks away after the park."

Yamaguchi nodded, and started to walk beside the man.

"So why are you wearing a suit?"

"I had a –"

"Ahh besides it is lamest tie I have ever seen Yama-chan! Did nobody warn you before go out" Oikawa interrupted without listening to the reply.

"S-Shut up!I love this tie."

"If it were aliens, I'd understand, but dinasours?" The taller guy made a disgusted face which made him look funny rather than irritated. "Though I know someone who loves Godzilla" He added after a while before going quite again as they walked.

There was something unnatural about that silence, abrupt and sacred and dangerous if it continued longer than enough.

"I had a part-time job interview?" Yamaguchi suddenly resumed from where he has cut off.

Oikawa looked at him with a considering gaze and beamed "I bet you'll lose"

"No, you'll see"

They both laughed then.

ooo

The apartment Oikawa moved into was a nice building, actually in an elite neighborhood. It felt so different from the modest apartment he and Tsukki was living.

Yamaguchi astounded by how nicely furnished the flat was. It did not look like it belonged to a student living on his own.

"Your flat looks so exclusive Oikawa-san."

"Well because its owner is me!" Oikawa winked as he put the boxes on the floor.

Yamaguchi followed as he did.

"Thanks for the help Yama-chan" Oikawa smiled.

"Oh, it is nothing!" Yamaguchi stuttured and smiled back. "I think I should go now."

"Huh going already Yama-chan? Let me treat you a drink first!"

"Oh it is okay really, you don't have to!"

"Because the gentleman I am, I have to!" Oikawa suddenly took him by the arm and sofly pushed inside the room.

"You dont have to be shy Yama-chan!"

"I am not, I just dont want to be a bother."

"Now, now If you were, I'd already send you away. Just take a seat. Is juice okay?"

"Um, yeah thank you."

Yamaguchi's eyes curiously wandered around the around the room until he spotted the ridiculously large windows. He could not stop but walk there to see the view below. The windows actually opened to a small balcony, which felt like magical carpet floating in the air. Yamaguchi loved it.

"The view is amazing!"

"You really like here huh?"

"Yeah" Yamaguchi admitted meekly. "I hope you'll have good memories here" he added quickly.

"Oh, thanks Yama-chan! Since you seemed fond of the balcony, lets sit there"

Now it was completely dark, and the below, city looked like a photography. Loud composition of moving lights. He found it totally weird once more, sitting in the balcony with Oikawa, the man almost a stranger to him, and still not being nervous. And finding the warmth radiating from someone other than Tsukki comfortable.

"So do you still play volleyball Yama-chan?"

Yamaguchi startled with the question and suprised to find Oikawa's big brown eyes on himself. He felt embrassed as he was seen through.

"No, not anymore."

"Uhh, What a waste"

"It was not that I was really good or anything." Dreamily staring off to the farhest point, Yamaguchi wondered if Karasuno was there. "Tsukki still plays though."

"Tsukki?" Oikawa burrowed his eyebrows as if he was searching though his brain.

"He was the middle blocker?" Yamaguchi helped.

"Ahh that tall guy."

"Yeah, he is my roommate now."

"Really? Ahh I completely remembered now! He kind of had that icy look, like a cold blooded serial killer"

"Serial kill- Oikawa-saan!"

"Impressions are important Yama-chan."

Yamaguchi wanted to hear about the impression that he left, but he could not dare to ask. Also Tsukki didn't seem like the best topic to talk about so Yamaguchi asked curiously, "Umm, Oikawa-san, why did you move in the middle of a term?"

"Well Yama-chan, my roommate moved in with his girlfriend. So – "

"Ahh it is sad!"

"Yeah, I guess.. I stayed in our flat for a while but it felt much more lonelier.."

"I – I can understand that."

"Is that so?" Oikawa raised one of his eyebrows, eyes turning cold.

"I mean if Tsukki moved, I'd feel really lonely."

Oikawa observed him silently for a little more after that, like he was searching for some kind of clue and then he suddenly started to shake his head like a child whose favourite toy was taken from him.

"Ahhhh Iwa-chan how dare you leave me to live with a girl. How mean!"

"Iwazuimi-san?"

"Hmm"

"He was really cool!"

"Yeah, it is my Iwa-chan we are talking about!"

He proudly nodded to himself first, then his face clouded.

"Ahhh, Yama-chaan, I still can't believe it!" Oikawa whined loudly. "You know, I tasted her cooking once. It was a disaster! Well, not that I'm a cook. But I'm way better than her! I bet Iwa-chan will get food poisoning and I won't be sorry for him at all. Hmpf. I mean, she can't even talk about volleyball. Can you imagine how boring it is Yama-chan?"

"Aren't you being too harsh on her, Oikawa-san?"

"Too much? Not enough, is more like it. The worst is that she has an awful taste in skirts! She may have long legs but that doesn't mean she can wear anything she wants. I would wear that skirt better." He started the declaration confidently but by the end his words quivered and broke under his quiet voice.

Just for an instant, the men's eyes locked before Oikawa buried his heead between his knees. In that moment, Yamaguchi saw something in those brown eyes he shouldn't be allowed. Something very vulnerable and horrid. He recognized immediately, the same expression he saw on his own eyes for every single morning for the last three months.

"You're in love with him," Yamaguchi sputtered the words without even realizing his lips were shaping his thoughts into a voice. His words sounded like a stranger's when they echoed back to his ears, cruel and natural. Only then with a shock he registered what he just said and he covered his mouth. Though it was too late to take them back now.

"Ah... I mean," he mumbled then, forcing his brain to make up some logical reason, as Oikawa slowly raised his face, dumbfounded by what he just heard.

Feeling Oikawa's empty eyes on himself, Yamaguchi broke into a cold sweat and could not find the courage in himself to go on talking.

Oikawa's small balcony felt like a vast, timeless space for a long while.

"I am in love with him." Oikawa admitted blankly then.

He rested his head on his knees again, but this time he did not hide his face but slowly closed his eyes.

He looked like a painting, Yamaguchi thought, magically came out of his portrait. One would not understand whether he was alive or not if it would not for his trembling eyelashes. Alive but hardly breathing.

Watching the older man's face, all of a sudden, Yamaguchi was taken aback that it was also possible for people like Oikawa to be in pain. Yamaguchi's belief was that it was only for people like him that suffering was brought to the earth for. The average people that blended into the mass of crowd, gray and blurred. The people no one would notice, the nameless everyday strangers that passed by and left without a trace. And then, there were people like Oikawa. Like sunlight on a rainy day, something that everyone turned their heads towards, something to take one more look at. Good at everything they did. Born to be admired.

Yet here was, the same Oikawa, sitting next to him, his face swallowed by the night, delicate and dejected. His big but gentle frame was emitting a melanholic tune and those nice long hands of him was only emphasizing the void that he was left to hug. In that moment, Yamaguchi thought about his own and those of this alluring man. He was really beautiful and he was not created to be sad. That was for Yamaguchi.

"Here", Yamaguchi suddenly handed the candy in his pocket to Oikawa.

Oikawa opened his eyes after a little while, and stared at the candy with suprise. "Do I look like a child?"

"No,you just -" Yamaguchi paused. Should he allowed to talk more? "You just look terribly sad."

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, making the man he talked to for the first time in his life, confessing his unrequireted love for his chilhood friend, and then telling him he looked like a crap .

If he told him to get out of his sight, he had every right.

But that did not happen. Miraculously, Oikawa's faced warmed into an unexpectable laugh. "Pfft and you look like a pervert!"

Yamaguchi froze in the moment Oikawa's head fell back and his eyes squinted with joy. So this was the first time he genuinely smiled. It was more than beautiful.

"Is the only way of comforting you know, Yama-chan?"

"Call me simple." Yamaguchi murmured blushing, feeling caught guilty of his thoughts.

"So you always carry a candy with you!"

"No, I just happen to –"

Oikawa investigated the pink object with delight. "I bet this tastes awful"

"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to"

"Since you offered with pleading eyes, I guess I have no choice"

"Pleading?"

"Saying if Oikawa-sama does not accept this I'll be very sad"

"Oh.. I guess it is true Oikawa-sama"

"Ahaha.. Thank you, commoner!"

Was it a delusion, or did Yamaguchi never laughed this much for a long time?

He wanted to comfort Oikawa, no matter what.

"You know, Oikawa-san, actually you are way better than me. I mean you know Iwaizumi-san is straight. But there is always that idea if he was not, you would be the only man for him."

Oikawa gave him a confused look.

"Think about if he was not straight, and you were not even his choice. Would not that be the worst?"

"Oh, Is the experience speaking?"

Yamaguchi decided that it was only fair that he shared his secret as well, he nodded.

"Oh my Yama-chan, how lame can you get seriously. It is that Tsukki guy, isn't it?"

Yamaguchi nodded once more his face hotter than ever.

"Oh my seriously!"

Oikawa stayed silent for a while, like he was actually giving a thought about which one of them was in deeper shit. Seemed he concluded as he slyly grinned, "Broken hearts club?"

"Huh?" That was not what Yamaguchi was expecting to hear.

"It is us, idiot."

Yamaguchi could not help but giggled. "It sounds like a title of a really lame romantic movie."

"How dare you make fun of any romantic movie? Apologize!"

"What? No!"

"How dare! And for your information, there is actually a movie like that and I loved it okay!"

"Okay, okay. I am so sorry Oikawa-san. I sincerely apologize from you, from the movie and whole cast!"

"Good! You are nice puppy!"

"P-Puppy?"

Oikawa nodded with delight.

Oh this man, Yamaguchi talked to himself. But he was also more than delighted.

"Hey come help me with my practices"

"Huh.. helping?"

"By helping, of course I mean handing me the ball and such.."

"Ohh.."

"I practice weekend mornings, I'll call you"

ooo

Walk to home was easy, comfortable. No worries on his shoulders. He cared less. About Kuroo. And Tsukki. It was almost shocking how Oikawa managed to turned his feelings upside down - or down to upside he should say. Yamaguchi even felt an urge to whistle.

His phone buzzed then. Tsukki.

"Oh, Tsukki, hello"

"Where are you?" Tsukki tssed through the phone, and continued without letting him answer "You are late"

"Ah.. It is because I –" Yamaguchi stopped halfway through. What was wrong with him being late? He felt the same old tension creeping back into his skin.

Apperantly Tsukishima waited for him to continue, since the silence grew.

"Kuroo is not here if that's –" Tsukishima started.

"Ohh no, I mean it is ok," Yamaguchi panicked suddenly. "if he was there. I wasn't .."

"Oh.. Hey, can you.. "

"What is it Tsukki" He could not help but worrying. Once again.

"Never mind, just come!"

"Oh, Okay. See you"

He suddenly remembered it was Friday, and after 10, there was always a sale in Tsukki's favourite bakery. His feet mindlessly took him there.

Tsukki was lying on the couch in front of the TV when Yamaguchi arrived.

"Hi, Tsukki"

"Oh, welcome." The blond quietly sat up. "How was the interview?"

"It was good."

"Why are you this late?"

"Oh, guess who I met? Oikawa-san!"

"Huh? Oikawa?"

"I helped him a little to move and just stayed there a little I guess."

"Is that so?"

Even though Tsukki's face was indiffirent as always, Yamaguchi knew that he wanted to ask more, but waited for Yamaguchi to go on.

However this time, Yamaguchi did not feel like to tell more. Instead he clumsily handed the cake box to the blond. "Ohh, here Tsukki!"

"You don't need to."

Yamaguchi caught him by suprise appearantly, because Tsukishima looked happy all of a sudden.

The thought strike Yamaguchi suddenly and once more: It was enough. Just being able to see him smile.

Bare and natural. He felt somehow ulterior to everyone around Tsukki (including Kuroo) at that moment, even if it wasn't for more than three or four heartbeats time- because this smile was unique and it was all Yamaguchi's.

There would not be a time Tsukki would smile the same way, like he was doing now. Small flushes creeping into his cheek, color of his lips, angle of his glasses comfortably sitting on his nose, brightness of his eyes. None would be same at the same time ever. So would not this smile. It was all Yamaguchi's.

Maybe things were not as bad for him as he described to Oikawa earlier. Yeah, certainly. He already knew that all along the way all this time. Being with him was still good.

He felt sad for Oikawa then, who would not be able to share the same roof with the one he loved anymore. This feeling mixed with happiness and guilt.

"What are you thinking about? You look weird!"

"Oh it is nothing Tsukki"

"Umm.. Thank you.. for the cake"

Yeah, maybe things were still good enough as long as he was with Tsukki. He did not need more of it.

"You are all welcome Tsukki!"