Anonymous asked:
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more the spirit of the thing than the letter of the law :D
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Well. Yesterday hadn’t gone exactly as expected.
It was Yamaguchi’s first long weekend since they’d started at uni, and he took the train into Tokyo to see Tsukishima. That part was as expected. Also as expected was Tsukishima meeting him at the station and taking him on an abbreviated tour before going back to Tsukishima’s apartment. Tsukishima had also expected the fond feelings that washed over him as he watched Yamaguchi talk animatedly on his couch, catching him up on all sorts of nonsense for the first time in person in three months.
What Tsukishima hadn’t expected was being so overwhelmed by those fond feelings that he’d grab Yamaguchi’s freckled hands, mid-gesture, so he could lean over and kiss him. What he hadn’t expected was the knowledge that the only thing breaking his years-long resolve was space. He hadn’t expected Yamaguchi to pull away and gasp, “Tsukki, yes,” and he hadn’t expected that the next morning he’d wake up with a naked Yamaguchi in his bed.
So that was how Tsukishima found himself leaning against his narrow kitchen counter literally clutching his chest. What was he supposed to do now? Did this mean they were dating? Did this mean from now on if they took the train back and forth, they got to do what they’d done last night, like, a lot, and maybe eventually move in together and get a dog?
“Slow down, Kei,” Tsukishima said to himself. “It’s been one damned night.”
Yamaguchi stumbled into the kitchen then, shirtless and yawning, scratching his stomach. “Morning, Tsukki,” he mumbled, and stretched up to kiss Tsukishima on the lips. He had morning breath, but Tsukishima realized he didn’t care – something else unexpected. His arms wrapped easily around Yamaguchi’s middle and he found himself smiling back when Yamaguchi grinned sleepily at him. “So,” Yamaguchi asked, “what’s for breakfast?”
“You,” Tsukishima replied, surprising himself, as he dragged Yamaguchi back to bed.
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