theyoungsorceress asked:

Hi! I really love ur tsukkiyama's fics, if u r still taking requests, i would love a "Tsukki getting jealous" or something along the lines. Like, a cute girl giving a love letter to tadashi and Kei seeing it, it can be for him or to give to tsukki, or Tadashi making a new friend in his new class, girl/boy whatever, but the new friend being so smart to see kei's bullshit. If u have something like this i would love the link. Thank you very much for ur work!!

jealous tsukki is my jam. jealous yamaguchi is my jam, too. i’m always willing to write more of that, @theyoungsorceress!

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“You’re friends with Yamaguchi-kun, right?”

Tsukishima looks up from his desk, slipping his headphones around his neck. “Yes?” he says. There’s a girl standing over him, and she’s holding out an envelope. She’s pretty, at least as far as Tsukishima knows, tall with a glossy brown ponytail that spills over one shoulder. He doesn’t think he’s seen her around before, but Tsukishima doesn’t do a lot of noticing people. Yamaguchi’s lucky Tsukishima has finally learned the names of the team’s new crop of first years and he’s their vice-captain.

“Could you give this to him, since he’s not here?” the girl asks, placing the envelope gently on Tsukishima’s desk. Yamaguchi’s full name is written in careful kanji on the front. It smells nice, too, like strawberries, real ones, not the artificial kind like in the erasers Yamaguchi got him for his birthday this year.

“Okay,” Tsukishima says, his mouth tasting like cotton, and she bows and books it out of their classroom quickly. His stomach feels weird all of a sudden, and he’s mad that Yamaguchi had to talk to Takeda-sensei during lunch. Why can’t he just field his own stupid confessions? If Yamaguchi is going to get himself a cute girlfriend, who Tsukishima will force himself to be nice to because whatever weird feelings Tsukishima has for him aren’t his fault, then he should at least do Tsukishima the courtesy of doing the grunt work himself.

Tsukishima picks up the envelope, frowns, and flips it over and over in his hands.

“Stupid Yamaguchi,” he mutters to himself.

Yamaguchi comes in then, as if hearing his cue inside Tsukishima’s thoughts, and strides up to his desk.

“Ladykiller at it again,” Yamaguchi says, spying the letter in Tsukishima’s hands. Tsukishima looks at Yamaguchi’s face, and he’s got one of his huge fake smiles on. “Well, it’s no surprise you get so many confessions,” continues Yamaguchi. “Who doesn’t want a tall, athletic, hot blond boyfriend, right?”

Tsukishima wrinkles his eyebrows. “No,” he corrects, thrusting the envelope out at him, “this is for you.”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widen and he takes the envelope out of Tsukishima’s hands slowly, so slowly, letting their fingers overlap when he does. “It smells like strawberries,” Yamaguchi says, holding the letter up to his face. “Like you,” he adds. “How did you even get it to do that?”

“No, it’s not from —” Tsukishima begins, startled, his heart beating fast all of a sudden. Yamaguchi’s face falls immediately as it dawns with understanding, and Tsukishima knows this isn’t right — nothing about this is right. He stands abruptly from his desk and grabs the envelope back from Yamaguchi, tossing it over his shoulder. “Unless you want it to be,” he says boldly. “Then it is.”

“Tsukki,” Yamaguchi says, sounding amazed. “Yeah. Yeah, I want that.”

Tsukishima finds himself smiling without even meaning to. “Me too.”