Literature
Tsukishima x reader x Yamaguchi
It was windy, you wore a plain [f/c] skirt and a white shirt. Tears threatening to fall as you waved good-bye to your two childhood friends. The freckled one was crying, his nose red and dripping. Next to him a taller boy stood quietly looking at the floor, yeah… it had never been like him to show weakness.
Today you’d be moving to England, leaving behind everything you knew. You were only a kid, but you didn't complain, it was something important for your parents after all.
Once on the plane, you took your [favourite animal] plush and held it close to your chest. You muttered a silent prayer, asking for a good life in that unkn