Anonymous asked:
please be gentle i’ve never watched one of these outside of gifsets
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Tsukishima slides the infrared goggles onto his face, checking the spectral thermometer for any spirit activity. “Are you getting this?” he asks Kageyama, who’s behind the camera. Kageyama shoots him a thumbs-up.
They go creeping further into the house, Tsukishima wrinkling up his nose to get the goggles to stay in place. They’re so uncomfortable, but he supposes that’s just part of the job. A successful glimpse into another plane of existence is the only reason he’d ever wear contacts voluntarily, even if Yamaguchi does say his eyes stand out more without his frames.
Speaking of Yamaguchi, he can hear him in another part of the house, narrating what he’s doing to his crew. He usually has a whole team of people with him because he’s featured far more often on their show, which makes perfect sense to Tsukishima. He only agreed to the show in the first place because it gets their research the funding it needs; Yamaguchi is easy-going and charismatic and likable, and his face goes bright red every time Tsukishima mentions those facts to him, which Tsukishima likes very much. It’s almost worth feeling his own face heat up when Yamaguchi says they have to keep in Tsukishima’s segments because he’s their eye candy.
“Look at you, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi had said just this morning, gesturing. “I mean, seriously.”
“You seeing anything?” Kageyama grunts.
Tsukishima shakes his head. “Dead end. No pun intended,” he says, and pauses. Kageyama doesn’t react. Idiot. Yamaguchi would have laughed.
Suddenly, there’s a scream on the other end of the house; Kageyama and Tsukishima stare at each other as the thumps of panicked footfalls grow closer and closer.
“Tsukki!!” Yamaguchi cries, barreling directly into Tsukishima’s arms.
He’s so surprised by this happening that he just holds on, muttering, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” to Yamaguchi without even knowing if everything is okay. But Yamaguchi relaxes minutely while Tsukishima squeezes him tight, so that part is okay, at least.
“We saw something,” Yamaguchi gasps breathlessly. “A spectre, seemed friendly, probably a woman. We were talking to her! On camera! Then she — it — screeched so loud, and — and —“
Hinata trails in then, covered head-to-toe in slime. Tsukishima’s eyes widen and, as one, he and Kageyama burst into laughter.
This is the best day ever, for so many reasons, but mostly because after everyone’s settled down, Yamaguchi doesn’t let go.
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