Prompt: Time Travel. G, 296 words. WELCOME to the WORLD of TOMORROW!

All fills on my tsukkiyama month tag.

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The guy who stumbles into the coffee shop is as tall and skinny as Tsukishima, has blue chin-length hair, and wears triangular sunglasses. His entire outfit looks like it’s made from aluminum foil, so even if he wasn’t panicked and gasping Yamaguchi’s name, Yamaguchi probably would have noticed him. After all, everyone who isn’t him is noticing this dude right now.

“You’re Yamaguchi Tadashi, right?” the guy asks, gripping both of Yamaguchi’s biceps. He’s wearing silver gloves, too. Yamaguchi wonders if his underwear is silver, too. He manages a nod. “Thank god,” the guy sighs.

“Who the hell are you?” Yamaguchi asks, as politely as anyone can ask that.

“That’s not important,” the guy says. “What <i>is</i> important is that no matter what you do, when Tsukishima Kei asks you out tomorrow, you have to say yes. The future depends on it!”

“Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asks. Okay, more like squeaks. “He won’t – he’d never – he probably won’t do that.”

“He will,” Future Man insists. “And when he does, make sure you agree. He’ll even pay if you ask.”

Yamaguchi swallows and nods. “Okay, I’ll say yes tomorrow.”

“You <i>promise</i>?”

“I promise!” Yamaguchi says. “For humanity!”

Future Man nods back seriously and sort of twirls and leaps out of the shop again, flourishing a weird silver cape Yamaguchi hadn’t even noticed before, disappearing around a corner in a flash.

Yamaguchi cracks up and goes back to his homework as soon as Tsukishima’s gone. Who does he think he’s fooling? Also, Tsukki could have asked any old time and he would have said yes. They’d been dancing around each other long enough and he’d just been working up his own nerve. But, Yamaguchi decides, he did kind of like the wig.

And he’s still wondering about that silver underwear.