tsukkiyama month - day 2

But I’ve already written like 8,000 words of HQ HP AU! Heh. Well, that one wasn’t only Tsukkiyama. This one is. HP AU, sort of Christmas-y, T, ~600 words

All ficlets on my tsukkiyama month tag.

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When they first got sorted into different houses, Yamaguchi thought that was the end of their friendship. Why would anyone as great as Tsukishima still want to hang out with Yamaguchi when he had a whole house of cool smart kids to choose from now? But Tsukishima had surprised him; from their first year, he spent more time at the Hufflepuff table than he did the Ravenclaw one, he always paired with Yamaguchi when their houses had classes together, and when Yamaguchi finally managed to ask why that was, Tsukishima told him to stop asking such dumb questions.

It made a little more sense in sixth year when Hogwarts hosted the Triwizard Tournament again. Not because either of them put their name into the Goblet – no, Yamaguchi was more than happy to let Hinata from Gryffindor have the honor and Tsukishima wouldn’t have been caught dead participating – but because they held a Yule Ball.

Yamaguchi watched anxiously as guys from every house asked girls out. Some of them got pretty elaborate about it – poems and songs and weird holiday-themed hologram charms that went wrong – and probably anyone watching Yamaguchi thought he was just trying to work up the nerve to ask the girl he had a crush on out. And they would be mostly right; everything, that was, except the girl part.

One night, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were in the library together, studying for Arithmancy, which Tsukki was naturally good at and Yamaguchi only stuck with because he needed the N.E.W.T. if he wanted to be a curse-breaker after leaving school. Tsukishima was bent over Yamaguchi’s parchment, pointing out where his numbers were mixed up, and the light from the torches highlighted his blond hair. Yamaguchi wanted to press his lips right against the top of Tsukishima’s head.

“…Yamaguchi?” Tsukishima said, and it sounded like that wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get Yamaguchi’s attention. He sat up straight and raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t seem annoyed, just amused by Yamaguchi’s spaciness.

“Sorry, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi said.

“Am I boring you?” Tsukishima asked.

Yamaguchi shook his head vigorously. “Never.”

“Good. But we’ve probably had enough of this anyway.” Tsukishima started gathering up his things; Yamaguchi watched him, admiring his serious face, the way his robes fit him, his nice hands with their long fingers. Two on his right hand were still taped up after a scuffle during Ravenclaw’s Quidditch match against Slytherin last weekend. Tsukishima looked up, meeting Yamaguchi’s eyes, and Yamaguchi felt embarrassed to be caught staring.

“Can I ask you something?” Tsukishima said suddenly.

Yamaguchi blinked, thrown off by the unexpected question. “Of course, Tsukki.”

Tsukishima reached into his robes for his wand and murmured an incantation. Then he cleared his throat. “Do you – ah – do you always have mistletoe over your head or are you just happy to see me?”

Yamaguchi looked up; sure enough, a sprig of mistletoe was floating above his head. He looked back at Tsukishima with wide eyes. “Um. The second one,” Yamaguchi managed, shocked by his good fortune. He barely had time for his brain to catch up with what was happening when Tsukishima took two steps toward him and bent over to press his mouth to Yamaguchi’s. The kiss was warm and brief and left Yamaguchi shaking.

“Come to the Yule Ball with me,” Tsukishima said, though his voice went up on the last word, almost a question. That little bit of uncertainty was just one more thing to love about him.

“Of course, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi said, and grabbed the charmed mistletoe so he could kiss Tsukishima again.