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Hanahaki isn't real.

We both agreed on it, that it's just another heartbreaker for lovers like us.

But maybe it is.

The night you said you didn't love me anymore,

I vomited nothing but bile.

Even after I've brushed my teeth twice, I could still taste it like metal on my tongue.

When you finally said goodbye to me and hung up the phone,

I choked on all the words I couldn't say.

I couldn't breathe, I really couldn't!

I suffocated from your scent that is nothing but a hallucination in my head, like I'm being surrounded by you in a valley of flowers that smelled exactly like you.

Hanahaki isn't real for you, but maybe it is for me.

The way I suffocate from the stems of flowering I love yous that I couldn't say, or the way I grip my chest in pain whenever I hear your words echo in my ear.

So I'll light a cigarette of rolled rose petals and lavender,

because smoke is bad for growing plants right?

But don't worry I won't smoke real cigarettes, because this disease is already bound to kill me first.

Hanahaki isn't real for you but it is for me,

"Why'd you call me?"

"Maybe it's because I miss you. I miss staying on calls giggling about the stupidest things we see. I miss us, baring our souls to each other. I miss everything about you. I miss us. I miss what we had. You don't know how much I've been mourning your absence even if it's only been a month, and maybe, just maybe I'm hoping that you'd pick up and say that you do too. What about you?"

"What do you mean, what about me?"

"When a series ends, the characters will disappear, like us," Tsukishima explained while wiping off the tears from his cheeks. The other volleyball players sighed and some were sobbing from what they heard.

"Where are we going when we disappear?" Hinata asked with hopeful eyes.

"We're not going anywhere, we'll stay in the hearts and minds of our supporters," Daichi explained while smiling at them. "We may have reached the end, but you know what they say,"

"it never really ends unless you choose to believe so," they said as they looked beyond the pages, seeing the readers sob, as they are nearing the end of the manga. They all reached toward the reader, trying to wipe their tears and enclosing them in a big group hug.

"Come on now." They all smiled as they subtly disappeared and joined the readers in their hearts and minds, as they close the final pages, with a bittersweet smile.

Legends never die.

thank you for the past 8 years full of happiness and lessons, Haikyuu, Furudate Sensei.

imagine this song playing in their graduation, their faces flushed from happiness and the screen flashbacks to their defeats and victories in their volleyball career. They finally look up only to see their field of vision blurred with the tears in their eyes. They turn around to leave the school grounds, and a hand grips onto their arm.

"THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING SENPAIS!"

They snap back into reality to see the next generation of their team holding on to them, with tears flowing down their face and sad sobbing escaping their lips. They try to laugh even with their tears streaming down their faces and say,

"Make us proud, kid."

am i crying? y e s

Yamaguchi's P.O.V. part 2 of Tears are like dying stars

He stormed off from the club room after my short emotional speech of anger, regret and disgust. I knelt on the wooden floorboards as my legs lost it's strength to even stand.

It wasn't his fault that I got mad at him for not replying to my texts. It wasn't his fault that he was ignoring me. It wasn't his, right?

His face was always stone cold, but this was the first time I saw him on the verge of crying. Deep down, I knew he wouldn't forget our anniversary.

I just stupidly assumed that he would.

Without thinking I gathered all the strength that I had left and ran off to the park where we first met. The rain trickled down my back with each frantic step that I take.

"Pathetic."

His voice echoed in my mind. Strikes of lightning blinded my eyes, and rolls of thunder rang endlessly in my ears.

"Annoying."

My heart raced faster with each step that I take. My foot slipped on the wet pavement in front of his front door. Surely he would have laughed at me for being so clumsy, weak and cowardly.

I stared at his front door for a while before Akiteru-san opened the door.

"I thought it was Kei who slipped on the pavement. What brings you here? Have you seen him? He hasn't been home yet. I've been calling him but....."

I freeze at the sight of his older brother. Why does it seem like he's blaming me for his missing brother? Maybe, it's the guilt filling up my chest, but all I knew was that tears were streaming down my face, and my heart feels like it's on fire.

"I don't know."

His older brother had already taken me inside and gave me a spare towel. He prepared some hot tea. I stared into the wall, as the raindrops fall on the roof, knocking in to my very soul.

The rain poured down as the blonde haired boy trailed off to the park. He didn't care if his blazer was dripping wet from the first rainfall of the year, or if his glasses were slowly slipping off of his finely sculpted nose as his head hung low, trying to suppress the tears from his eyes.

"Don't you ever show your face to me again."

The rain seemed to pour harder, the raindrops hammering on his head before sliding down the tips of his hair. He choked back some tears while frantically walking forward, following the long and seemingly endless road.

"Just go, Tsukki."

He tightly held the unopened box of strawberry shortcake, wrinkling the handle as he gripped harder. The phone in his bag rang endlessly as he walked faster, while he shivered from the cold raindrops tracing his neck down to his back.

"Don't you understand? Leave me alone Tsukki, please."

The image of the freckled boy flashed in his mind and stopped him in his tracks. He shook his head, trying to wave off the sudden flood of memories.

Yamaguchi's laugh, his touch, his warm and soothing voice. The way he would innocently chuckle at something so stupid, the way he would send a look over his shoulder, just checking if he was actually following him. Everything came flooding back to Kei like a dam that has been broken.

He helplessly dropped down on his knees, letting go of the box and his bag. He looked up at the sky as the brilliant crescent moon seem to laugh and smile at his misery. He slammed his fists to the ground as the tears escaped his eyes, blurring his already clouded vision.

He laid his back on the cold concrete road looking up at the nightsky as his tears flowed uncontrollably. He stared at the starless sky, with each raindrop making the scenery look bleaker by the second. He clenched the old photograph of him and Yamaguchi in his fists, crumpling the old photo until his hands trembled from it.