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Tsukishima wakes up on a Friday morning with a mouth full of hair and squashed up against the wall next to his bed.
The sun shone through the blinds from the window and although it was bright, he didn’t feel cold at all. Nor warm, in fact.
He rubs his eyes and looks around his room at the piles of clothes and books lying around his floor. Tsukishima was never the organised one, compared to common belief and much preferred to have his stuff sprawled out onto his floor. And yes, he does know where everything is, thank you very much.
Lifting his head over the field of hair, he catches the time on his alarm clock on his dresser.
5:03 am
That was too damn early for anyone to be getting up at that time so he huffs and lays his head back onto his follow.
He tunes his ears to hear anything and even though it was so early in the morning, he could hear the sounds of oncoming trains and the noise of cars driving in the distance.
It was loud, yes, but he couldn’t really hear the sounds. They were like background noise, just filling in for the silence that his room gives. And it was calm. All the hush and bush of his amusement park job left no room for him to relax and it was imperative for him not to space out during it.
But right here, right now, he had reached tranquility.
Feeling calm was treading on unfamiliar grounds for Tsukishima and he knows who’s responsible.
He smirks and creels the urge to cuddle and he knows it contradicts his whole apathetic and aloof personality but he gave up on trying to look cool ages ago. He turns his body sideways to face Yamaguchi, who’s back was turned away from him.
For as long as Tsukishima had met him, he had learnt that Yamaguchi was a deep sleeper. And especially not a pretty one. He’s all drool and snores and sometimes kicks Tsukishima in his ribs but at this point Tsukishima is so whipped to the point where everything the, ‘freckled angel,’ did was either adorable or enchanting.
Tsukishima reaches his arms over to wrap his body around Yamaguchi to press him closer to his body. He feels the (slightly) shorter man slowly move from his slumber, but then relaxes. He is struck with the nerve to hold his hand so he worms his own around his body, searching for them. He finds them to see that they’re already occupied with —
You’ve got to be kidding.
And in his angel’s arms, Tsukishima finds the most horrifying item that he has ever seen in his life.
It haunts him every single day. It is always perched up against his dresser but he refuses to let it go anywhere else. But there it is, and Tsukishima almost bloody shrieks because if you have woken up to see that piece of shit, you’d too would be damned petrified.
“For the love of — Yamaguchi, get up.”
Tsukishima violently (not really) shakes Yamaguchi and his eyes flutter before he opens them up completely. He blinks away his sleep and turns his head to face Tsukishima, “Huh? Tsukki, what’s wrong?” His voiced is laced with worry and it pains Tsukishima to have worried him but at the same time his mind is going crazy.
“Y-you, that, that thing.” He points a long finger at the object in Yamaguchi’s arms.
“Ehh? Tsukki, are you serious. It’s so cute, though!” Yamaguchi coos and begins to shove the object in Tsukishima’s face, “Why are you shitting on the thing that brought us together?” He laughs, and it’s the same exact laugh from when he had met him almost a year ago.
“Fuck no, please, Tadashi. Get that ugly ass teddy bear away from my face so god help me or I will kick you out.”
“Tsukki, I live here too.”
“Not anymore.”
Yamaguchi recoils by shoving the horribly bright pink teddy bear into Tsukishima’s face while laughing, Tsukishima glares at him but he knows it’s not hostile as it’s more like teasing than actually being serious.
“I don’t even understand, how can you even look at that thing? It’s so bright, it’s hurting my eyes.”
Yamaguchi gasps dramatically and places two hands onto the bear’s ears as if it’s alive and can hear what Tsukishima is saying, “Hush, Tsukki! Do not insult our child when he’s here with us!”
Tsukishima waves his hands dramatically, “No, no, no. No way, Tadashi. I have to leave you now, I will not accept that thing as my child.” Tsukishima entangles himself away from Yamaguchi and stands up to hover over his bed, looking at Yamaguchi.
“So, what now? You’re going to leave me alone to be a single parent?” Yamaguchi’s raised his voice, and pushes himself up onto the bed until he sat cross-legged on it, and places his ‘child’ onto his lap.
Tsukishima plays along, “I’m sorry, Tadashi.” He makes his tone seem sombre, “I have to go.”
“Fine, you coward,” Yamaguchi sneers, “I shall raise Tsukki the second on my own, you’ll see.”
The blond walks closer towards the bed, continuing the skit. “I must take my leave now and — wait what? Tsukki the second? What the hell, Tadashi.”
“It was either that or Garbage Dumpster. We both know what is the better name.” Yamaguchi deadpans.
A pause.
“Actually, that’s not too bad.”
Yamaguchi attempts to glare menacing at him, “We are not calling our child Garbage Dumpster, Tsukki. I will fight you on it.”
All of a sudden, Tsukishima gets an idea, “Okay then, let’s fight.”
“Eh?”
Tsukishima pulls the bear away from Yamaguchi and flings it across the room and pins Yamaguchi down by his arms on the bed. He hovers over Yamaguchi’s body, inches away from his face. He lowers his voice and hastily says, “Tadashi, I said let’s fight.”
“Unfair, Tsukki!”
Tsukishima attacks Yamaguchi’s neck, pressing kisses along the column of his neck, “What’s wrong, Tadashi?” he mutters against his skin, “Cat got your tongue?”
Yamaguchi sighs, gripping Tsukishima’s arm with one hand and threading the other through his blond hair, pressing Tsukishima’s head closer into his neck. “I’m not sure, Tsukki. Help me find it?”
Already have gotten permission, Tsukishima lifts his face away from Yamaguchi’s neck and crashes their lips together with so much intensity that surprises Tsukishima. His attraction for Yamaguchi is tremendous despite the fact that they have already been together for almost a year. It is remarkable that he still feels the need to explore every inch of his body, again and again.
Yamaguchi tastes like the strawberry mixture from the cake batch they had to bake the night before. It feels to weird to Tsukishima that his lover doesn’t have the faintest of morning breath. He shoves his tongue deeper into Yamaguchi’s mouth, exploring and tasting ever crank or crook of Yamaguchi’s mouth as if he’s kissing him for the first time.
Their tongues danced amongst one another, and it’s such a sloppy and lazy kiss but it’s driving Tsukishima crazy. His hands are roaming all over Yamaguchi’s body and his skin is so soft and smooth so he tries to grab every single spot on his body because it’s Yamaguchi.
Tsukishima isn’t the one getting completely hazy with need. Yamaguchi, too, is moaning in his mouth like he’s the best the best kisser he’d ever been with. His moans are totally outrageous when the only thing that they’re doing is make out.
Both of their bodies are pressed up against each other and Tsukishima pushes his hands through that bloody hair and pulls slightly, earning a whimper from the boy underneath him. Tsukishima smirks in between the kisses and he feels himself getting to the mood. So he slides his spare hand down Yamaguchi’s chest and towards his pants when —
Yamaguchi quickly pushes Tsukishima away from him.
“Tadashi? What’s wrong?” His voice is uncharacteristically worried but he’s not sure what he’s done now; it’s not as if they hadn’t been doing X rated stuff before.
“Stop!” Yamaguchi wails, eyes clouded with lust, face red all while being completely breathless, “Not in front of Tsukki The Second!”
Tsukishima looks behind him to where he had thrown their child, and there it is. Looking straight at him with its two beady little eyes that he swears-to-god, mock him. Its moustache is lopsided and it definitely looks like a smirk. Tsukishima calls it a reincarnation of satan itself.
He quickly gets up from the bed and walks towards his bedroom door, behind his back Yamaguchi calls out innocently, “Hey, Tsukki, where are you going?”
“Goodbye, Tadashi.” He slams the door and locks it.
From the other side of the door, Tsukishima hears Yamaguchi call out, “Mean, Tsukki!”
Tsukishima ignores this and saunters towards the kitchen, opening the fridge to pull out food so he could make breakfast. All while grumbling profanities under his breath.
Damn, that stupid brightly coloured teddy bear.
Tsukishima is absolutely going to burn it one day, just you watch.
(Although he has to thank it, as well.)