New fic! Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, T, 13,500 words. Based on the prompt, “Yamaguchi has freckles everywhere, like, everywhere and they are driving Tsukishima absolutely to distraction every time they change together lately. Summer training camp is just a bridge too far.”
I’m so glad this is done!
Excerpt:
Yamaguchi’s knees are covered in freckles, and the freckles spread out thin further up his legs, which Tsukishima already knows after seeing him in volleyball shorts approximately a million times. But now he knows Yamaguchi’s thighs only have a few freckles here and there, like a galaxy that’s dispersing at its edges. Tsukishima could probably touch every one individually, and that thought makes his stomach drop.
“One more second,” Yamaguchi says, twisting the elastic around his ponytail one more time. He leans in to inspect his reflection, running his fingers along the shaved sides of his head. “I need a haircut,” he mutters to himself, then straightens up again. “Ready to go, Tsukki?”
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