Yamaguchi traced idle circles on his phone screen and tried to ignore the ache in his chest as he listened to the familiar voice. He was so engrossed in his music he jumped when the bed shifted next to him, and he fumbled to take out his headphones.

"You miss him, don't you?" Suga asked.

Yamaguchi bit his lip as he nodded. "It's stupid," he whispered. "Tsukki's off chasing his dreams, and I should be happy for him, but…"

"It's okay to miss him," Suga said softly, brushing Yamaguchi's bangs out of his face. "I miss him too you know."

"He sent some of the new songs he's working on," Yamaguchi said as he offered Suga one of his earbuds. "I don't know how he does it, finding the time to write new things while they're in the middle of a tour."

"Because he's Tsukki," Suga said, and then they fell into silence as they listened to what Tsukishima had sent. They were all songs in their very early stages, just Tsukishima and his guitar, likely recorded in a hotel room some night and sometimes dropping into nothing more than humming and a few chords as he passed through parts he hadn't figured out yet.

They were nearing the end of the file when Tsukishima stopped playing. "It's been twenty-three days since I saw you," he said, "and another nine until I see you again, but this is for you."

Yamaguchi bit his lip harder, and Suga pulled him closer as Tsukishima started singing

I'd only meant to watch as the crow flies,
but somehow, my heart, it multiplies,
and one day, it made me realize,
it was time to open my eyes

Any further lyrics were lost in tears and tender kisses as they fell back onto the bed together, Tsukishima singing softly in their ears the entire time.