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Tsukishima was in his element here, and Yamaguchi couldn’t help but stare. For all his complaints about Barrel flashiness, the shimmering silver sides of the vest beneath his suit jacket suited him. He was currently chatting up one of the dealers between hands, giving patrons time to decide whether they were staying for the next round or giving up. He hid a smile. The house always won, especially if Tsuki was running it. Brekker may have a reputation for brutality and animalistic outbursts, but his boyfriend was building his own name in the Barrel. Cheaters were met with swift ejection, and the people who dared to make a scene didn’t know what they were up against.
He managed to get a night off bartending, handing the job over to one of the newer Dregs at the Crow Club to come visit the Silver Six. Despite being back on familiar streets, an air of strangeness lingered wherever he went. With Pekka eliminated and Kaz taking control of the Barrel, he felt respected. In the few months they’d been back, Yamaguchi noticed the uptick in respect. People moved out of his way as he walked through Ketterdam’s streets, he was offered better seats in restaurants, and other gangs feared him. Flashing the crow tattoo guaranteed faster service, cheaper products, and a level of reverence he’d never experienced before.
As the next game started and Tsukishima drifted away from the table, Yamaguchi spotted a certain recognizable Hyena was slowly making his way closer and closer. His hair was a more believable shade of blond, he had more visible piercings, and an intricate tattoo curled up his neck. Terushima looked healthier now, the sheen of alcohol that usually brightened his eyes was gone, and his walk was steady. He’d also gotten a better barber by the looks of things. To the untrained eye, it would look like Tsukishima hadn’t spotted him yet, but Yamaguchi had studied him for years. He recognized the tightening of the shoulders, the way his neutral smile froze on his face like it had been carved, the slight narrowing of his eyes.
Once upon a time, Yamaguchi had been a bitter little shit, constantly vying for Tsukishima’s attention in hopes of getting something in return. The desperate jealousy was pathetic and immature, a ploy to pull Tsukishima away from anyone who so much as batted their eyelashes at him. But he had grown. Where once he bitterly rolled his eyes, he now grinned.
Terushima sauntered up to Tsukishima, a grin on his pierced lips, and practically forced him to make eye contact. He must have said something, because Tsuki’s lip curled in distaste, and Yamaguchi had to laugh. The jealousy had been replaced with, of all things, amusement. His boyfriend could handle himself, and besides, Yamaguchi had gotten very used to sharing.
His nosiness got the better of him, and he made his way up the steps and into the gambling hall. The bouncer didn’t even bother trying to stop him. Tsuki spotted him first, his twisted grimace falling into a genuine smile.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he said to Terushima, eyes locked onto him, and Yamaguchi glowed with pride and admiration.
“Oh, about time,” the Hyena griped, falling into step with him and completely ignoring the obvious sign that Tsuki wanted him gone. “Seriously, the tension between you two was intense . It’s no wonder Kuroo targeted you.”
“Where is Kuroo?” Yamaguchi asked, resisting the urge to scan the floor. The Dime Lions had fallen apart at the seams, so where did that leave the sleazy conman? “I haven’t seen him since we got back. Did he end up defecting?”
“Retired, the year you left. Kenma too. Said he paid out of Pekka’s contract and didn’t want to work gambling halls anymore. Rumor had it they took a big job in Fjerdia and came back with money to spare. They’re living in The Lid now, a real nice apartment too.”
“Tadashi.” He’d never get over the way his name sounded on Tsukishima’s lips, the way his eyes seemed to soften as he said it. “You’re off work?”
“I let Samu take up the bar,” he confessed, and Tsuki’s smile widened. “When do you get off?”
Tsuki opened his mouth, side-eyed Terushima, and closed it again. The Hyena, finally, took the hint, and backed off with his hands up.
“The cards are hot upstairs,” Tsuki said, catching both of their attention. “The table in the left corner, when the dealers switch out. She has a tendency to push up her glasses when she has a bad hand.”
Terushima gaped at him, tongue piercing dancing in the light, and then he grinned. A wide, unabashed smile.
“I knew you’d come around,” he said, and Yamaguchi snorted at Tsuki’s annoyed expression. To his surprise, it wasn’t all that genuine. “If you ever need a third…”
“Already have one.”
It was Yamaguchi’s turn to have his jaw hit the floor. Their foursome wasn’t exactly a secret, but Kei never boasted about it the way Hinata did. It was a little secret he liked to keep. Yamaguchi didn’t fully understand it, but the question was never important. They had each other, and that was enough. Terushima whistled, obviously impressed.
“Well shit, can’t compete with that. Good to see you both. I’m gonna win back all of my money. Later!”
And with that, he was gone. No cajoling, no over-the-top flirting, not even antagonizing nicknames or grandstanding.
“Color me impressed,” Yamaguchi said, watching him ascend the stairs to the second floor. “He’s changed.”
“Sure, whatever. I don’t want to be thinking about him.”
“Oh?”
“My shift isn’t over until the morning,” he confessed. “But I could go on a break. Where do you want to go?”
“There’s a new restaurant that just opened near the White Rose, some sort of Shu Han cuisine, and Penni recommended it.”
“Sure. Let me go change.”
“Why? We might get seated faster if you don’t.”
“I’m not Kuroo,” Tsuki said with an eye roll.
“But you look so good,” Yamaguchi complained, leaning against him in a rare moment of public affection. “The silver suits you.”
“Don’t-.”
“So hot,” he muttered, stepping back to check Tsukishima out from head to toe. His boyfriend looked seconds away from exploding, cheeks ruddy. Hinata wasn’t immune to praise, especially from Kageyama, but he didn’t have quite the reaction Tsuki did. And Kageyama got cute and flustered when complimented, sure, but Tsuki was different. Because, with time, Kageyama had grown used to some of their combined praises. Tsukishima, on the other hand, had not.
“Yamaguchi,” he warned, and to the patrons around him, it sounded final. Resolute. He put his foot down and there was nothing Yamaguchi could do to change his mind. To the unobservant, the unknowing, the rest of the population, he’d lost. But Tadashi knew the desperation behind that command, that plea. He wasn’t idiotic enough to fight Tsukishima on such a public stage, to undermine his command of the space. So he stepped back again, ducking his head as if chastised.
“Sorry Tsuki,” he said quietly, and he could visualize the way his boyfriend’s body stiffened slightly, the way his eyes were narrowing as he cataloged his tone as playful but his body language as submissive. He straightened up, wiping his face of all amusement to meet his eyes, and found them practically pinning him to his place. “Should I wait for you out here or…?”
“No need.” He shook his head, the edge of a rueful smile just barely visible. “If I’m on break, I may as well try to get a table faster. Good thinking.”
Yamaguchi grinned, leading the way and waving to the reserve floor boss, Rin. The man had a cold look to him, not unlike Tsuki, with dark hair and pale skin. The two bosses nodded to one another as they passed, cool business masks in place, but Yamaguchi had seen the competitive smirking and cajoling playing card games at the Slat enough times to know that this was yet another show. Another game Tsuki played to pass the time.
“You’re a bastard,” he announced as they stepped into the open air of the Barrel. Yamaguchi grinned at him, batting his eyelashes innocently.
“Who, me?”
“Showing up unannounced, taunting me like that. I have half a mind to go get dinner by myself.”
“As if you could lose me,” Yamaguchi scoffed. Tsuki may have started out as the better Spider of the two of them, but now there wasn’t a doubt that Yamaguchi now exceeded his talent. Hinata outperformed them both, but at this moment, between the two of them, Tsuki couldn’t evade him.
His boyfriend scoffed, shaking his head as they walked. The weather was slowly warming, but not enough for pigeons to abandon some of the heavier Komide Brute stylings, making the Scarab Queen the least popular character floating around them. A group of young Razor Gulls passed, Yamaguchi only knew their affiliation because he’d been tasked to gather intel on at least three of them, and the chatter of the crowd swallowed them whole.
“How’s your night been?”
“Not bad.” Kei sighed. “There was one couple using those stupid mirrors that I had to kick out, and fucking Terushima was there, but otherwise it’s been bearable. How’s the Crow Club?”
“Same as always. Daichi works his magic, and all of a sudden no one could ever want to cheat. Suga made his peace with that redhead Stadwach that’s been hanging around recently, so they’ve been buddy-buddy. Oh, Kageyama’s letter came in today!”
That got Tsuki’s attention, his eyes snapping over to meet his own. To say their relationship was the strangest was an understatement. They didn’t, to put it bluntly, fuck. Ever. Back at the house, they refused to even be in the same room as each other if anything remotely intimate was occurring, Tsukishima citing emotional damage and Kageyama responding with aggression. It was better now, their constant jabs mostly playful or harmless, yet another game Tsukishima involved himself in, but neither seemed interested in anything more than the occasional shared kiss.
It didn’t put a strain on their relationship, especially since he was gone more often than not, still stuck in his contract of shepherding ships across the ocean, but with each passing trip, Tsukishima seemed to miss him more and more. He’d never admit it, but Tsuki found something in his presence that he seemed to like. And Yamaguchi loved watching it unfold.
“And?”
“He’s stuck in Ravka, at the time of writing, for a week. Apparently there was some sort of Jurda Parem scare, so they have him in quarantine. But by now he should be coming back, so we’ll probably see him soon!”
He analyzed Tsuki’s reaction. The quiet delight that softened his eyes, the annoyance thinning his lips into a sneer, and the conflict this caused with his forced indifference. He didn’t want to care about Kageyama, not beyond friendship, and for years, even that was a stretch. Yamaguchi remembered the long nights of complaining, of nursing wounds and pacing the floor, all because of Kageyama.
Stripping the conflict away was impossible, but Yamaguchi got to watch them start over. Watched Kageyama leave him gifts, and watched Tsukishima make him an extra serving of breakfast without being nagged. Multiple times, he’d gotten up in the middle of the night only to find the two of them together. Reading books in the living room, working on puzzles side by side, and once even talking quietly in the moonlight. They were on friendly terms, the spark was there, but for whatever reason, neither wanted to bridge the gap.
Perfectly fine by him. Hinata and Kageyama loved having him as a third, and Hinata’s libido was higher than the rest of them combined, so Tsukishima wasn’t receiving any less pleasure. On the rare occasion they managed to all get together, Kageyama relegated himself to voyeur, settling away from the action to simply watch. It worked for them, making their relationship stronger if anything. There was no shame in tapping out, especially since Kageyama did it often.
Yamaguchi realized, with a start, that they were standing in front of the restaurant. Tsukishima glanced over at him, and he nodded. After he spoke to the hostess, a table magically opened up and they were seated. A waiter was with them within seconds, and Yamaguchi marveled at the speed. The table closest to them was whispering to one another, shooting them not-so-sneaky looks. Three years ago, if you told him this was his life, he’d never believe it.
“What’s on your mind?”
“I could ask you the same,” Yamaguchi deflected, playing with the edge of his napkin. Chatter blanketed them.
“I hope Rin hasn’t burned the place down,” Tsukishima sighed. “I’m worried about the way he responds to conflict.”
“Hmm?”
“You know how Hinata makes that stupid face when he lies or gets in trouble?”
“Yeah?”
“Rin does the opposite. Which is good for high-stress situations, but if there’s a minor scuffle or something of the like he’ll let it slide.” He sighed again, running a hand down the side of his face before fixing his glasses.
“It’ll be fine,” Yamaguchi pacified, failing to hide a smile. Responsible Tsukishima made him giddy. “He’s been working with you for what, two months? I’m sure one night won’t blow the whole club up.”
“Thanks Tadashi.” A shiver went down his spine. “How’s work at the Crow Club?”
“Dull,” he admitted. “Which is good! But I miss having you behind the bar with me. And without Jesper there to fuck around, the atmosphere is a bit more serious.”
“Hinata and the Miya twins don’t make up for it?”
“Hinata’s still too scared of Brekker.” Yamaguchi shook his head. “Better, sure, but anytime he shows up he goes silent.”
“Almost like Brekker beat him into the ground,” Tsukishima said sarcastically. “Who knew doing that to someone would scar them forever.”
Yamaguchi laughed to himself, feeling the layers of stress on his shoulders begin to melt away. The waiter came by to drop off their drinks and take their orders. As they talked, they slowly started to drift away from work topics. Tsuki reminisced about visiting the farm Hinata worked at and visiting the strawberry patch. He talked and talked about a new pastry shop that stayed open well into the night, and how Yamaguchi needed to grab him a muffin the next time he stopped by.
“They’re to die for,” he insisted. “I’ve never had one that light and arid.”
“What’s the shop called again?”
“Sinner’s Sweets, I think? It’s got a red roof and that wavy pattern all the new popups like to use.”
“I’ll grab one soon,” Yamaguchi promised. “That reminds me of that old coffee shop, what was it called again?”
“Hmm?”
“Before we joined the Dregs,” he clarified. “The one right next to Councilman Kiyoomi’s office?”
“Sirenpot?”
“Yes! They had the world’s best sandwiches.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Tsuki said with a grin. “We’ve never been further than the farmlands.”
“I don’t care. Best hot sandwiches I’ve ever had in my life, and nowhere else can compare.”
“Blanket statements like that are the reason you’ll never be promoted.”
“Promoted to where, Silver Six? There’s no open bar! No way Brekker wants me stuck in the back, my personality is too important.”
“Is it now?”
“Please, we both know I hear more in a day than he hears in a week,” Yamaguchi said flippantly. It was a blatant lie, Brekker heard everything , but he was an important piece of that network. People flowed in and out of the hall, and took information with them. Even if all he did was reinforce what Brekker had already heard, he was a source of information.
“Right,” Tsukishima responded skeptically, scanning the room with a soft smile. The kind of smile he usually only saw behind closed doors.
“You looking for someone?”
“No, just curious.” Tsuki’s eyes slid back to him. “They have a lot of the same lantern things as that ice cream shop down at the docks. I didn’t realize it was a Shu Han thing.”
Boring conversation, one that would have people around them rolling their eyes. This was what a Dregs floor boss enjoyed talking about? No, there had to be something else. Yamaguchi surveyed the restaurant until his eyes landed on Osamu. The bartender he left in charge.
“Oh what the hell,” he snapped as Tsuki snorted. “Hold on.”
He got up from his seat, narrowly avoiding a server, and fixed a smile on his face. The silver-haired man was awkwardly standing at the host stand, speaking with the woman there.
“Samu! What brings you here?”
He jumped, then stared guiltily at him.
“Yamaguchi! You’re here, whata surprise!”
“He asked for you,” the hostess cut in, and Osamu flinched.
“Maybe.”
“Well, let’s hear it.”
“We’re running low on some supplies at the bar, and I told Tsumu that it wasn’t necessary, I really tried ta, but he insisted I come find ya and-.”
“You interrupted my date because we’re running low on three things?” Anger was starting to bubble, and he took a deep breath. Calm. He was the head bartender of the Crow Club. Levelheadedness needed to come with the job.
“About that.” Osamu scuffed his foot against the floor. If Yamaguchi didn’t know him, he’d assume he was younger of the two of them. “There was a… well an argument that got a littla out of control.”
“An argument.”
Samu flinched again, head down. The anger he was trying so hard to control was rapidly outgrowing its shell, scorching his self control.
“Tsumu started it,” he murmured. “He threw the last bottle of the Ravkan vodka at me, so I hadta respond in self defense.”
Yamaguchi hesitated. Turned to make eye contact with Tsukishima. His boyfriend was watching the exchange, head cocked. Yamaguchi nodded his head to the side and then turned away, decision made.
“Would you save our table for a few minutes?” He asked the hostess. She nodded, eyes darting between the two of them. Yamaguchi grabbed Osamu by the arm none too gently and dragged him out of the restaurant and into the accompanying alleyway. A boy was emptying a bag into the dumpster, and he looked up upon their approach.
“Leave,” Yamaguchi commanded, and he darted back into the restaurant.
“Yamaguchi, please, I swear it was an accident,” Samu pleaded, eyes wide with fear. “It’ll come outa our paychecks. Hell, for the next three shipments! Please!”
“Is he already begging?” Tsuki said derisively, stepping out of the door the boy had fled through earlier. “Man, you’re one pathetic son of a bitch.”
“How much of the merchandise did we lose?” Without the audience, he could be as cruel and cold as he needed to be. Benevolence only went so far.
“Yamaguchi please -.”
“How. Much.”
“Six bottles,” he said. The world stood still, and the deafening silence was broken when Tsukishima whistled.
“That’s impressive. No one stopped you?”
“Aran tried,” Samu said in a tiny voice.
“Six.” Yamaguchi couldn’t believe his ears, it just wasn’t possible. Not even Kageyama could manage that level of property destruction. “I leave for one fucking hour and you manage to break six bottles ?”
“I’m so sorry,” he practically whispered.
Yamaguchi stared at him as the disbelief started to fade, and pure rage took its place. He took a risk tonight, leaving the bar to a newcomer. Usually Aran took his place when he had to step away, but it had been months without incident. Sure, the Miya twins fucked around, but Aran had them on a leash. Surely leaving Samu in charge, under Aran’s watch, couldn’t yield poor results, he thought. What a fool he’d been.
“Do you think you could keep count?” He looked up to Tsuki, who had moved behind Samu and boxed him in.
“Depends on how long.”
“Sixty seconds. Ten for each broken bottle.” Yamaguchi rolled up his sleeves and took the hair tie off his wrist. Pulled his hair back. Methodically tied it up in a messy ponytail. Osamu cowered back, running into Tsuki. “Hold him too?”
He did so without comment, pinning Samu’s arms behind his back. Yamaguchi sighed to himself.
“Sixty seconds. You wait until we finish our meal, and then we go back to the Crow Club to deal with your shit-for-brains brother. Got it?”
“Yes,” Osamu squeaked out. Yamaguchi looked up at Tsukishima one more time, and found his eyes boring into him. Begging him to start, burning with desire so deep and strong it stole his breath. He nodded, and then aimed straight for Samu’s face.
The man crumpled the moment hand met flesh, a shout of pain escaping. Yamaguchi didn’t let up, kicking his knees in and forcing him down. He landed another kick where his shoulder met his collarbone, and the yelp he let out was downright pathetic.
“Hoist him up,” he muttered, and Tsukishima complied in the blink of an eye. He hit Samu’s nose again, and this time there was the telling crack of bone breaking. He gasped wetly, careening forward, but Tsuki held him back. Every muscle was tense in his boyfriend’s body.
Eye, neck, arm, stomach, it blended together. Yamaguchi let loose all his rage, all his responsibility, destroying the body in front of him with swift, precise strikes that left his victim gasping and crying. Blood leaked out of his nose. It wasn’t enough. Kei’s attention settled over him like a blanket. Desire intertwined with vitriol, an intoxicating mix that sat heavily in the back of his throat.
“Time,” Tsuki said, right as he landed one final blow to the ribcage. His target wheezed at the final hit, not even bothering to try to hold himself up.
“Hey.” Yamaguchi grabbed his hair and yanked his head up. His nose was facing the wrong direction, his eyes puffy and swollen. Snot and blood intertwined, dancing down his face and landing on the dirty stones. “Do I have to bring you inside, or are you going to behave and stay here?”
“Day,” Samu choked out. “I’ll day.” He couldn’t meet Yamaguchi’s eyes, unable to even pronounce “stay.”
“If I come back here,” he said levelly, “and you’re gone, I’ll make sure Atsumu pays for it. Understand?”
“ Yes .”
“Let him go.”
Tsukishima stepped away, letting go of Osamu’s arms, and the man dropped like a sack of bricks and lay there on the ground, wheezing and moaning pitifully.
“If someone kicks you out of here, you come inside to us. Otherwise, stay put .”
WIth those parting words, he turned on his heel and made for the front door. Tsuki was hot on his heels, and they reentered the restaurant. Yamaguchi’s hands were bloody, and only some of it was his. His hair was tied, his sleeves rolled up and spattered with flecks of blood, and Tsuki had the disheveled look to him that he’d been involved.
They sat back down, and Tsukishima resumed the conversation with little effort. Their food came soon after, with an apology from the waiter about how long it took. Yamaguchi waved him off with a laugh, Tsukishima thanked him, and they dug in. The meal was delicious . The meat was savory and flavorful, with a kick he hadn’t tasted in a while. The vegetables were roasted perfectly, and the sauce it had all been drenched in was the perfect balance of spicy and sweet.
Tsuki’s fish filet came out perfectly as well, Yamaguchi sampling a bite and finding it smoky and tender. As they ate, conversation came to a natural halt. But there was an undercurrent from Tsuki, a gentle wave of want coming off of him.
“I didn’t realize me beating someone up was such a turn on,” Yamaguchi commented casually, and Tsuki coughed on a fishbone. “Should we do that more often?”
“Shut up Yamaguchi.”
His smile grew wider. “Oh?”
“Let’s not keep Osamu waiting.” Tsuki signaled for the check, refusing to meet his eye, but tension laced his every move. Yamaguchi let it go, but ideas were already bouncing around in his head. He didn’t particularly enjoy beating people up, but he did enjoy the way Tsuki looked at him. The mix of desire and silent praise made his head swim, try as he might to ignore it.
Yamaguchi covered the check and left a generous tip as thanks for the whole debacle, and then they were out on the street again.
“Moment of truth,” Tsuki said as they rounded the corner into the alley. And, sure enough, Samu had stayed. He was holding a cloth to his eye, sitting with his back to the wall for support, and he looked up when they approached. One eye was badly swollen, the other covered with a handkerchief. His nose was in bad shape, his lip was swollen, and there was blood on his clothes.
“Up,” Yamaguchi commanded. He used the wall to push himself upright, legs shaking with effort, and Yamaguchi almost pitied him. And then he remembered the mess awaiting him back at the Club and any sympathy dissolved into exhausted exasperation.
The walk back to the Crow Club was a tense blur. Osamu was, obviously, apprehensive for what Yamaguchi would do. Tsukishima seemed to be on edge for an entirely different reason. And Yamaguchi could feel Brekker’s wrath already brewing. People stared as they passed, obviously taking note of Osamu’s miserable appearance and Yamaguchi’s bloodied hands.
The pigeons congregating outside of the Club parted as they passed, whispering to one another as they ascended the steps. Kita watched them approach and shook his head as they got closer.
“What now, Samu?”
“Don’t lecture me,” he mumbled, head down. Kita tsked.
“And what of the other one?”
“He’ll be dealt with,” Yamaguchi promised, and then they were through the door. The main gambling hall was bustling, but Yamaguchi had his sights set on the bar against the back wall. The moment he made eye contact with Aran, the other visibly recoiled. As they walked the length of the floor, people fell silent for brief moments. Suga very visibly tried to catch his eye, but he was ignored.
“Where’s Atsumu?”
There was a squeak, and the offending twin stood up. He’d fared much worse than his brother from their original fight, with a cut on his cheek and stains on his clothes. It seemed Osamu had won the bottle-throwing fight between them.
“Your brother paid for your little tussle,” Yamaguchi stated, nudging him forward. Atsumu’s eyes widened. “The next three shipments are coming out of both of your paychecks, and the damages you made to the Club and its profits will be added to your contracts.”
Atsumu paled considerably, and then dropped his head.
“Understood, boss.”
“Samu. Go clean up, you’re off for the rest of the night.”
“Tadashi.” Tsukishima stepped up beside him, face closed off. “A word?”
He nodded. “I’ll be back to work the rest of the night. Let’s pray to whatever’s listening that Brekker has more important shit to deal with, yeah?”
With those final words, he followed Tsuki into one of the adjacent rooms. Once he confirmed it was empty, he closed the door behind him and flipped the lock.
“Do you think that was too harsh?”
Tsukishima crossed the space between them in a heartbeat and cradled Yamaguchi’s face in his hands.
“It was so fucking hot,” he praised. “If I didn’t have to go back to work I’d blow you right now.”
“Oh.” Yamaguchi’s face burned, setting his whole body ablaze.
“But I don’t have the time.”
“You absolutely have the time,” Yamaguchi breathed out, stunned.
Kei kissed his nose. “I don’t. But after the Club closes I’m going directly to my room.”
“Ah.” Yamaguchi snickered to himself. “I’ll probably be waiting, then.”
Kei smiled at him, really smiled. A soft, gentle thing brimming with hope. Eyes soft, body relaxed, hands cradling his face like it was precious. Yamaguchi pecked him on the cheek, a promise for later. If he even so much as chastely gave him a proper kiss, they wouldn’t make it out of this room.
“Get back to work, you dog.”
Tsuki snorted, already collecting himself. Smoothing down his clothes, adjusting his glasses, he reapplied the facade. Yamaguchi went through a similar routine. He left his hair up, it was getting warmer by the hour, but he rolled his sleeves down and scraped some of the excess blood off his knuckles. He’d wash them properly with the sink behind the bar in a moment.
They exited the room at the same time, the epitome of poise and professionalism. Tsuki waved to Daichi as he left, and Yamaguchi made his way to the bar. Atsumu cringed away as he walked by to wash his hands, and he sighed internally. Maybe the beating wasn’t the way to go. But, for what it was worth, Tsukishima stared at him like he wanted to eat him alive. So what if it was at the cost of Samu?
Done washing his hands, he took up his position at the bar. Aran and Atsumu gave him a mile of room. He smiled at the waiting pigeons like they were old buddies and put on his sunniest voice. “Hello! What can I get for ya?”