Congrats on reaching 100 followers my soy sauce!! Hey can I get uuuuuuuuuu tsukkiyama Crack fic where instead of tsukki bringing Yamaguchi to McDonald's, he brings McDonald's to Yamaguchi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
im sorry this took so long and im also sorry for the content. please catch these sinful hands, i know i am an embarrassment to the family.
It’s date night.
Now, they weren’t a particularly romantic couple. Big showy sorts of things? Not their style. (Save for the certain occasions of birthdays and anniversaries, which time and time again, they would forget, but, you know, technicalities and what not.)
No, their ideal bouts of romantic gestures were in the simple things. Like when Tadashi would stick post-it notes of motivation quotes to the bathroom mirror before work. (Usually consisting of memes) Or when Kei would remember to save pictures of animals on his phone to show him later. There’s a whole folder on their computer of their ‘doggo collection.’ Tadashi has to remind him that they can’t house a dog, a lizard, a cat, and a bird all at once and Kei, stubborn to the point of relentlessness will mutter in a monotone of how Tadashi can take that opinion and shove it up his ass because if there is a will, there’s a way –
You know, the simple things.
Which brings the tale here, with Tadashi opening their door with two shoves of his shoulder, because god DAMN, everything needed fixing in this dingy apartment, and almost takes two steps back, the air practically knocked from his lungs.
He tries to say, before his words are practically slapped away by the sound of music ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yiIynI0tjB0 ), and he just stares, eyes possibly going wider, and head turning to find the source of where it’s coming from, and very plainly not trying to stare at his boyfriend. Naked. Well, half naked? Presumidly? On their couch. Is that a 10-piece chicken mcnugget meal?
“Whaaat the fuck?” He says, manages to breath out, kind of squeaks it. He shoves the door closed, looking like a scared doe. Kei, on the other hand, looks quite serious, and Tadashi just now notices the array of sauces splayed next to him – oh dear fucking god.
Kei picks one up, french fry between his teeth, almost like a cigarette, maybe like a rose. Oh, yeah, he’s probably going for the rose look.
“Honey mustard?” Kei asks, then snaps his fingers, seeming to remember. “No, you’re more of a,” He looks over Tadashi and Tadashi gives him what he probably thinks is a weird look in reply, shock, and like, twelve other emotions just kind of sprinting through his mind and spirit. “Spicy buffalo.”
“Uhhh?” He’s sure that’s a valid question, because making the words go from his mouth is not so good at the moment.
Tadashi looks around. “Where’s the food?” He asks, completely regrets it upon a raised eyebrow. Kei, with dramatic flare, pulls back the blanket and reveals –
“Oh – god, okay.” There’s a soft gasp and a silent question of why me.
Kei only swivels his head to look back up with a smirk. Tadashi points.
“Explain why there’s a Big Mac on your –” Tadashi searches for words, but his mouth is too quick and too stupid, “–Schlong.”
“It wouldn’t balance anywhere else.”
“Sure. Makes sense.” He steps back, and a shrill cry screeches from his foot. He yelps, discovering he’d stepped on collectible toy from a Happy Meal. He gives Kei a pointed look to which his reply is a snap of his fingers and a small ‘ah, right’ sound.
There’s a moment’s pause as the song still plays in the background.
“I’m leaving you.”
“I can respect that.”