𝒃lurb ﹕ a boy who sees his freckles as flaws finds himself in a cycle of being used for his best friend’s phone number. ╱ 𝒘𝒄 # 1.1k
— 𝒂uthor's 𝒏ote ﹕ edit - dont read this my first works were horrible
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yamaguchi had always thought his freckles were ugly.
sometimes, all he wanted to do was scratch them off.
he'd stand in the mirror, just staring at himself, while tears poured down his face.
like right now. he was doing just that.
quiet sobs echoed around the bathroom as the green haired boy slid to his knees, feeling dejected.
—
freckles weren't exactly common in japan. idek bro i made that up
and unfortunately - in his eyes - yamaguchi was born with them. he thought they were horrible.
in middle school, he was.. bullied for them.
they didn't know he went home everyday with tears in his eyes. or maybe they did, and didn't care.
tsukishima was the one that stood up for him.
"get lost. why are you like that? do you have nothing better to do?"
so naturally, yamaguchi vowed to stay by tsukishima. not for protection - but because he felt that tsukishima was a true friend.
he was.. fairly certain tsukishima felt the same way.
—
your type? freckled boys.
specifically? yamaguchi tadashi.
you found him absolutely adorable -although you had never had an actual conversation with him, apart from morning greetings and smiles from across the room. he always seemed to be lurking behind tsukishima.
gosh, tsukishima was mean, but he was your friend.
and he listened to you.
"for fucks sake, y/n, just talk to him if you want his number so badly," tsukishima groans loudly, lifting his headphones off his ears. "im sick and tired of you yapping like a fucking dog."
you sigh. "tsukki, you're so mean. would it kill you to be nice for once? i mean, i get that your brother was a cheerlea-"
you hastily cut off when tsukishima gives you a glare that looks like death.
"you want my advice, y/n? fine. just go up to him and talk! its simple."
"says the one who spends his time with his headphones jammed over his ears," you mutter under your breath. this earns you another harsh glare.
"shut the fuck up."
—
unsurprisingly, you end up taking tsukishima's advice. yes, the salty blond was irritating as fuck, but even you had to admit he was smart.
usually.
however, there's just one thing little thing.
yamaguchi has no idea you and tsukishima are friends.
—
"hey. yamaguchi?" you tap him on the shoulder, and he turns around.
"oh, hey. y/n, right?" yamaguchi stands there, staring at you, wringing his hands nervously. oh who is he kidding he knows all about you
you give him a grin. "yeah, thats me. so uh, i know we don't know eachother all that well, but i was wondering if i could have-"
yamaguchi feels time stopping; everything has frozen.
there.
this is exactly what he dreads everytime someone comes up to him— all they want is tsukishima's number.
they give him an off hand comment, usually about his freckles - 'i like your freckles, theyre cute' - that he now knows as a way to start a conversation. then, the dreaded words come.
'you're friends with tsukishima, right? i was wondering if i could have his number.'
and yamaguchi, the nice person he is, always writes it down with shaking fingers, trying his hardest to blink the tears out of his eyes.
the worst part? it isnt even tsukishima's fault. when they text him, he just scoffs and immediately pressed the block button.
all these thoughts swirl around in his head. and now its you, his crush since forever, and you want his best friend's number.
"yamaguchi?" you snap your fingers in front of him, bringing him back to reality. he blinks. once. twice.
"oh! yes. sorry. uh.. do you have paper? ill write it down."
yamaguchi has never seen someone look so happy in his life, and he feels his heart ache.
looking excited, you rip off a random strip of paper from your notebook and hand it to him. yamaguchi writes down the same numbers he's written down a thousand times.
the sequence he knows by heart, not because it’s his, but because it’s the only way people ever want to talk to him.
xxx-xxx-xxx.
each digit feels like a heavy weight. he hands it back, his gaze dropping to the floor, unable to bear the sight of the 'thank you' smile he knows is coming – the smile that isn't really for him.
you're perfection in yamaguchi's eyes. tsukishima won't block you. yamaguchi will just have to settle for watching you from the side.
like always. him and his ugly freckles. watching.
"thanks." you glance down at the paper, then frown. "wait, this is-"
"yep!" yamaguchi chirps with false cheerfulness. "tsukishima's number. juuust what you wanted, right?"
you blink, confusion written on your face.
"uh, no. i already have his number. we're friends." you raise your eyebrows.
now its yamaguchi's turn to blink.
"i wanted your number, yams."
with that one sentence, yamaguchi's whole world comes tumbling down.
"i– you– w-want my number? m-mine?" he can barely stammer out the words.
"yeah, thats why i asked, isn't it?" you bark out a laugh. "oh yams.."
yamaguchi still can't believe it. "this isnt a joke, right?"
your expression turns dead sirius serious. "why the hell would i be joking?"
"no reason." he has a small smile on his face now. "its just.. why would you go for me? i would've thought tsukishima.."
you snort loudly, and yamaguchi looks taken aback. "fuck no. that salty bitch? he's the one who told me to approach you."
yamaguchi is speechless. one hundred percent speechless.
"but im just.. a random guy with stupid freckles. why me?"
your eyes soften, and your heart clenches. poor yams. was this really what he thought of himself?
"yams," you start gently, reaching out to clasp your hand with his. he reacts immediately, holding your hand tight. "your freckles are what i fell in love with in the first place."
his face practically bursts into flames from how red he turns. like a strawberry, you muse, amused.
"i love you, alright? you and your freckles. all of them." your hand drags across his face, caressing it ever so slightly. "theyre like stars, dancing in the night sky.."
yamaguchi, if possible, turns even darker. "okay, now you're just saying that."
"no. i truly mean it. stars." you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, cupping his face in your hands.
after a small mph! yamaguchi slowly eases into it, kissing you back, so soft like hes scared to break you.
—
tsukishima sees you two as he walks past with his headphones in and gives a small, rare grin to himself.
"took them long enough."
uhh i may have went off topic a little bit IM SORRY anon hope u dont mind 😭 this was not smooth at all
edit, 29/01/26: holy shit this was horrible delete me rn
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