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mokuhchi-manuscripts · 2 years ago

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Scrapbook Memories

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Premise: Old Age TsukkiYama Word Count: 1.8k Content Warning(s): None A/N: This was my zine piece for the Memory Lane zine! Everyone did an amazing job on their pieces, and I'm honored that I was accepted into a zine with so many amazing contributors *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* You can actually find this work, along with all of the other creators' works, in the zine which is still available for download for free! Find the twitter with the download link here ! Downloads will be closed July 11.

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Yamaguchi gripped his cane in his right hand, leaning on it slightly as he scanned the bookshelf that stood proudly in his and Tsukishima’s shared living room. His eyes eventually found an old book with brown peeling edges. He couldn’t help but smile as he reached for it.

“Kei, do you remember this?” Yamaguchi called, pulling the book from its place on the shelf, the items next to it toppling slightly, desperate to fill the empty gap he created.

“What is it, Tadashi?” Tsukishima responded from his place on the couch. Yamaguchi walked over and sat next to him, pushing the book into Tsukishima’s lap.

“Do you remember this?” Yamaguchi repeated. A small smile quickly spread across Tsukishima’s face.

“How could I ever forget,” he said as his hand gingerly traced the edge of the cover, opening it slowly. There, immediately, the two were met with a handwritten note.

‘Congratulations on Graduating!’ it read in big bold script at the top, followed by a heartfelt letter to the two of them. The handwriting was unmistakably Yachi’s- neat, put together, and perfectly spaced. At the bottom of the page was a picture of all of them in their third year of high school- Yachi, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Hinata, and Kageyama. They had just won a game, if Yamaguchi’s memory was to be trusted, and Suga and Daichi had attended, pressuring the five of them into a picture. ‘For prosperity!’ Suga laughed as his phone camera clicked.

“I remember how she felt bad that she gave us a joint gift.” Tsukishima smirked. Yamaguchi softly elbowed him. Despite Tsukishima’s sixty or so years of being alive, he never seemed to outgrow that smirk.

“Well, it worked out, didn’t it? Otherwise we’d have two of these on our shelves. And we both know how much space those old dinosaur and museum books take up, I don’t think we could fit another book up there if we tried!” Yamaguchi remarked, causing Tsukishima to roll his eyes.

“Says the one who keeps everything for memories sake. Our shelves are filled with your knick-knacks too.” Tsukishima nudged Yamaguchi with his elbow.

“Just turn the page.” Tsukishima smiled, as he did just as Yamaguchi requested. There they were greeted with a photo of only Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. They were standing in front of their middle school as Yamaguchi awkwardly smiled at the camera, just having gotten braces, and Tsukishima gave a particularly nasty look at the person holding the camera (Yamaguchi was almost positive it was Akiteru who took the photo).

��How did Yachi even find this picture of us?” Yamaguchi couldn’t help but laugh at his middle school self.

“I think she reached out to Akiteru.” Tsukishima grumbled, feigning annoyance.

“You should’ve smiled too, so we could both properly remember the first day of our last year of middle school when we both got braces.” Yamaguchi remarked. Tsukishima rolled his eyes.

“At least we have this picture of you in all of your middle school glory!” Yamaguchi pointed to the picture directly below the previous one. There, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima sat at a restaurant, sharing the same side of the booth as they ate and laughed together. Tsukishima was clutching his sides, mouth open wide in a smile, braces with green rubber bands on clear display, as Yamaguchi looked over at him with a huge grin plastered across his features. Food from their favorite restaurant sat in front of them on the table, clearly ignored for whatever joke had just been told.

“I can’t remember what was so funny, but it was apparently hilarious.” Yamaguchi said.

“Who even took this picture? I had never seen it before we got this scrapbook.” Tsukishima asked.

“I think one of our moms took it, but honestly I’m not that sure.” Yamaguchi glanced over to the next page. “Oh my, what about this one!” He pointed at an image of the two of them sleeping on the bus, nestled into one another. “I think Yachi took this one while we were on our way back from a game. You were so embarrassed when you saw this photo for the first time. You turned redder than a strawberry, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi couldn’t help but laugh at the slight blush that began creeping its way across Tsukishima’s features once again.

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.” But Yamaguchi’s smile betrayed the sentiment of his statement. He turned the page, smiling at the first picture he saw. In it, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were high fiving, wide grins spread across both their faces. He could see Hinata in the background cheering, barely visible but still there.

“I don’t remember which game this was taken at, in all honesty.” Tsukishima said, tracing the outline of the two figures in the photo with his finger.

“Neither do I. It was probably taken by one of Karasuno’s photographers.”

“It’s a nice picture. You look happy,” Tsukishima smiled.

“It’s one of my favorites,” Yamaguchi admitted.

“Why?”

“Because you look so happy. Remember how you used to be so indifferent to volleyball? And yet you grew to love it. And now we have photographic evidence of your love for the sport.”

“I think I had the most fun when I was playing with you.” Yamaguchi looked over at Tsukishima, who was staring right back just as intently.

Yamaguchi smirked, retorting lightheartedly with, “You seemed to have a lot of fun playing for the Sendai Frogs without me.”

“I still think the best times I had were when you were on the court with me.” Tsukishima said, pointing at the next picture to change the subject. “Remember when we went to visit that museum? My mom was adamant on taking a picture of us in front of the dinosaur.”

“I loved going to museums with you, Tsukki. You always seemed so in your element, like you truly belonged there.”

“I really just liked looking at the dinosaurs.” Tsukki joked, a small smirk on his lips once more.

“I just liked seeing you happy.” Yamaguchi poked Tsukishima’s cheek, causing him to roll his eyes.

“You are the cheesiest person on the planet. I can practically feel you clogging my arteries.” Yamaguchi laughed at Tsukishima’s words, and Tsukishima just couldn’t help but smile at the melodic sound. No matter how old they grew together, Tsukishima still loved to hear Yamaguchi laugh- loved to make him laugh.

“What about this one, at the aquarium!” Yamaguchi pointed to an image of himself. His face so close to the glass you could see his breath. His palms were placed flat against the glass, one on each side of his head. And of course, there next to him was Tsukishima, looking at Yamaguchi with a soft smile.

“And what about this one?” Tsukishima pointed to the image next to it. Tsukishima was knelt on the ground looking through a telescope up at the stars, mouth open as if reporting back to Yamaguchi what he saw. Yamaguchi sat next to him in the grass, legs crossed and turned away from the camera, very obviously looking at Tsukishima.

Yamaguchi turned the page. “But you can’t forget this one.” He placed his hand under the image. It was a photograph of the two of them in Tsukishima’s backyard. Yamaguchi sat in the grass with flowers in his hands and his hair clipped back, staring intently at whatever he was doing. Next to him, Tsukishima looked over his shoulder with his legs stretched out in front of him. Yamaguchi lifted his hand to show the picture below it. It showcased what Yamaguchi had been doing in the form of two flower crowns delicately placed on top of both boy’s heads. Tsukishima had looked up just as Akiteru took the picture, and Yamaguchi was smiling at the camera, his arm slung around his best friend’s shoulder and pressing their arms tight together.

“Can you still make those?” Tsukishima asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t in forever.”

“Maybe one day you can try again. We can take a new picture of the two of us with flower crowns. This time, with me knowing the picture is about to be taken.”

Yamaguchi laughed. “We both know the reason Akiteru didn’t warn you was because you’d never in a thousand years have let that picture be taken while in highschool!” He nudged Tsukishima.

“I remember hating that he took the picture at the time , but now, looking back, I’m glad he did. It’s a nice picture of us.” Tsukishima nudged Yamaguchi back.

As Tsukishima continued to flip through the scrapbook, he soon noticed that Yamaguchi had gone quiet. He turned his head, and saw Yamaguchi asleep on the couch, head leaned back and mouth slightly open as he breathed softly. Tsukishima chuckled to himself. Despite the two being much older now, he couldn’t help but think of all the times when they were younger and Yamaguchi would fall asleep as the two did homework together. Tsukishima grabbed the blanket from off the back of the coach, placing it over Yamaguchi. The memories of him placing the same blanket over Yamaguchi’s shoulders when he fell asleep studying immediately came to mind. Tsukishima couldn’t help but outwardly smile at his thoughts as he grabbed the scrapbook and placed it back on the shelf.

There, next to their collection of yearbooks, Tsukishima saw their abundance of family photos. Pictures of both Tsukishima and Yamaguchi’s families having picnics together, pictures of their Karasuno volleyball team reunions over the years, and even pictures of Tsukishima and Yamaguchi together when they were young. He couldn’t help but think of how naive he was back then, worried about a small crush he had on his best friend, not wanting him to find out out of fear of not liking him back. And now, Tsukishima had built a life with that old crush of his, falling deeper and deeper in love with each other every passing day.

Tsukishima picked up one of the framed photos. The image was of Tsukishima and Yamaguchi on their first day of their first year of highschool. Tsukishima was looking at Yamaguchi, obviously trying to hide a faint smile, and Yamaguchi was grinning at Tsukishima. He couldn’t help but notice just how happy Yamaguchi looked standing next to him, and he laughed at his past self for being so nervous when it seemed so obvious now that Yamaguchi was in love with him even back then.

“Everything’s going to work out, kid.” Tsukishima said to the picture, a message he almost hoped would reach his past self.

“Who are you talking to, Tsukki?” He heard Yamaguchi mumble from the couch. Tsukishima turned around, smiling at the sound of the old nickname.

“No one. Just to myself.” Tsukishima walked back towards the couch, sitting next to Yamaguchi and reaching for his hand. Yamaguchi held it and leaned his head on his shoulder, falling back asleep quickly. Tsukishima placed a small kiss on Yamaguchi’s forehead, and thought that the rest of their future together was but only the next page in their scrapbook.

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