tsukkiyama month - day 9
Google leads me to believe that Japanese street artists often show their art live, performance-art style. If that’s wrong, apologies! I’m not researching more than that for a 15-minute fic, though. ~700 words, Yamaguchi is a semi-anonymous street artist, Tsukishima is his fanboy. Time for a meet-cute!
All fills on my tsukkiyama month tag.
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Red ropes were squared off near a section of grey wall, chairs set up just beyond the ropes. The night was chilly and Tsukishima’s jacket wasn’t nearly warm enough, but he didn’t care. He’d been following 12’s art for a while now, whenever a new installation showed up in the area. And now Tsukishima had proof miracles really did come true. One night when they were leaving university practice, Tsukishima stopped dead in the street to look at 12’s newest piece, making Kageyama run directly into his back. And miracle of miracles, Kageyama both remembered that later and pulled strings with some pro-scouts to get Tsukishima a ticket. 12 was popular, famous even, and no mere mortals had access to his work. Tsukishima couldn’t even begin to decide how to work off that debt.
“What do I owe you?” Tsukishima had asked, staring down at the ticket in his hands in disbelief.
“Nothing,” Kageyama said. Then he smiled his terrifying smile. “A thank you is enough.”
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