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Starstruck in spring ( a Tsukkiyama fic) for my beloved kips.
Green was definitely his color. Tsukishima had to try really hard not to gape when Yamaguchi showed up the first day of 12th grade, green-haired, and sun-kissed, his freckles un-concealed for the first time in years.
He forced himself to keep a straight face. “Huh. Green hair.”
“Yea! A fresh start and all that...” Yamaguchi said, winking, his grin draped across his face like a crescent moon. “Does it look okay?”
“It doesn’t look bad,” Tsukishima replied- his voice perfectly nonchalant.
But the tips of his ears were red.
Thank god for headphones.
“Coming from you Tsukki, I’ll take it as it looks good!” He tucked his hair behind his ears, smiling radiantly for the whole world to see.
oh.
“And piercings too, huh?” he nodded towards the smiley face studs decorating his Targus.
“I kinda had a moment,” he replies sheepishly.
It was alarming how badly he wanted to kiss him.
Tsukishima had wondered before if his type was goofy main characters. He’d even briefly considered switching his attention to Hinata. ( Didn’t work, perhaps the whole type excluded orange heads.) Now he began thinking perhaps his type was hidden, bad boys. That would explain his 2-day crush on Kuroo. Of course, that had evaporated the moment Yamaguchi yelled at him.
( Was he a masochist?)
The first half of the day passed without incident- the urge to ravish his best friend only struck him 6 times through the first four periods- which was slightly higher than the average, but who’s counting?
Tsukishima had resigned to his fate of being infatuated with Yamaguchi when he had his sexual awakening in middle school. It wasn’t that he was gay- he hadn’t liked anyone else long enough to accept his fate as homosexual yet. It had always been just Yamaguchi. The internet called it Demi-sexuality or whatever. Tsukishima just called it a pain in the ass (or dick.)
“Whatcha frowning about Tsukki?” Yams drawled taking a sip of his Capri-sun, pursing his lips, smiling, his Adam’s apple bobbing ever so slightly - gods. Tsukishima felt like the world’s biggest pervert.
“Wondering how long before you pierce your nose and start calling yourself yamacoochie” he snarked and hated himself. This felt way too much like a tsundere x soft mc troupe.
Yamaguchi however just laughed. Tsukishima didn’t know whether Yamaguchi didn’t care, or he didn’t understand like one of those dumb main characters in a shoujo manga.
He didn’t know which was worse.
Definitely the latter - you’d still love him even if he was raving mad , His brain supplied.
“Like” he corrected and then vowed to listen to 1 direction for 2 hours to torture the devil sitting in his skull.
“What’s so funny,” he retorted, a little too late curtesy of his blasted internal dialogue.
“Just that it would make no sense to call myself Yama-coochie since I don’t have one - and nor am I into coochies at all.” He smirked just face pink and his hands pulling at the hem of his shirt.
“Yamaguchi, did you just come out to me by saying “I don’t like coochie?”
He grinned. “Maybe?”
Tsukishima tried to think of a witty retort but all his bastard brain could think of was “Yamaguchi likes boys YAMAGUCHI LIKES BOYS!”
He was watching him waiting for a reply gnawing at his bottom lip, the anxiety now evident in his face.
Again Tsukishima tried to think of what to say to reassure him but his traitor of a mind just supplied “Kiss him KISS HIM KISS HIM KISS HIM.”
You are no help at all, Tsukishima told himself.
“Well, then I can finally do this.” He drawled and leaned down and pecked Yamaguchi on the side of his lips.
Yamaguchi looked like Tsukishima had slapped him instead of kissed him, which was a little offensive but oh well.
Tsukishima was already planning on blaming his actions on possession.
“Did you just kiss me?”
“No, I’m possessed by the ghost of a gay 13-year-old.”
“Tsukki.”
“Call me gay 13 year old.”
To his surprise, Yamaguchi pushed his table aside and grabbed his shirt. Tsukishima shut his eyes and braced himself for the punch.
But it never came.
Instead, he was met with strawberry flavored lips, pressed close against his mouth all hot and sweet.
His eyes flew open in horror. What even was happening?
Your crush is kissing you, you idiot. Shut your eyes before he stops . His brain snarled. But Yams had realized by then and pulled away all the while gently smiling at Tsukki.
“You’re not very good at kissing Tsukki.”
Tsukishima gaped at him.
Yamaguchi smirked, and grabbed his chin, “Let me teach you,” He purred, leaning into him, closing the space between them.
Tsukishima knew then, this was what the Big Bang would have felt like. An explosion- his heart fluttered, and perhaps the start of a new universe.
One where Yamaguchi seduced him and then kissed him full on the mouth, all hot and super nova-like.
So this was what being star-struck felt like.