It was late, and maybe Yamaguchi should have waited for tomorrow in the morning instead, but nothing had been inhibiting him.

The soft light leaking out from under Tsukishima's bedroom door indicated that he was probably still awake; knowing him, it was much more likely Tsukki was keeping himself busy rather than already asleep, lamps still on. If he was quick and quiet about it, Yamaguchi would go back to his room without problem--

He knocked lightly like usual (out of habit more than manners, since he opened the door regardless of response) and shuffled inside, hand clutching a hoodie that Kei had left in his room not too long ago. He had planned to return it to the other boy, when the situation registered in his mind:

The light, the breath, the smell, the heat.

The flush on his best friend's face.