tsukishima: guys, i’m sick
tsukishima: sick of y’all’s bullshit
look at the hands you touch him with.
[image is a painting of ferdinand and hubert embracing. ferdinand is visible from the back, showing hubert’s fraught expression as he moves to hide his face in ferdinand’s shoulder. hubert’s hands are red to the wrist with blood, and he’s leaving bloody smears on ferdinand’s pristine skin.]
[watches the ferbert and dimidue supports out of context] they seem to be very good friends!
[image 1 is a drawing of hubert kissing a giggling ferdinand on the hand, looking somewhat smitten. image 2 is dimitri leaning up to press his face against dedue; both look content.]