This is a really long post that comes down to the conclusion of exactly how long Kei and Yamaguchi have been friends so just press J now and scroll back up a bit don’t want to read it all.
Tsukishima Akiteru is about 6,5 years older than Kei, and since Akiteru’s birthday is in March, he is 7 years ahead of Kei in school.
This means that in chapter 88, when Akiteru starts high school, Kei is in his third year of elementary school (age 8-9)
I think this is the panel where the time skip between then and Akiteru’s 3rd year takes place, because when Kei says this:
He’s in this classroom:
Which could be year 3 class 5, or more likely year 5 class 3, but since Akiteru is in his 3rd year of high school, Kei is definitely in year 5 of elementary.
When Yamaguchi is being bullied, the bullies say this about Kei:
Which leads me to think that this event also takes place when Kei is in year 5. Of course, he could have been in class 3 in other years too, but Yamaguchi says “thanks for the other day” when he meets Kei again:
Thus, I think the bullying took place at the start of the school year (they’re classmates, as you can see in the earlier picture, so Yamaguchi would have known Kei’s face during the bullying if they’d been classmates for longer).
This also makes sense because when Kei asks Yamaguchi to come to Akiteru’s match with him, it’s the Interhigh prelims, which take place in early June. If the bullying hadn’t taken place in the beginning of the year, Kei and Yamaguchi wouldn’t have known each other well enough for Kei to invite him to come with.
In the 5th year of elementary school, students are usually 10 years old and turn 11. Since both Kei’s and Yamaguchi’s birthdays take place AFTER summer, these cuties are both still 10 here:
Skipping forward, when they go to Karasuno, Yamaguchi and Kei have been friends for 5 years already (and likely went to the same middle school. Otherwise they’d have been friends for 2 years in elementary and would then have met again in high school, which doesn’t feel like it fits the closeness between them at Karasuno.)
Thanks to @artistefish I am LIVING for InuKag once more. Like, I always am, but it’s a burning fire right now. I’m really grateful, since I’ve been lacking the passion (but never the love!) lately. I am enthralled with her 90s High school AU SO MUCH I can’t even… ahhhhh! I’m getting nostalgic for all things pre-teen me used to love, and even made a playlist of old songs I used to listen to when I was younger and there was nothing but love for Inuyasha in my heart. I didn’t have a lot of time to work on this, but I had to throw something together to express my adoration for this AU and this artist/writer that I’ve admired for so long now.
Annabeth saw the first gift during the morning coffee rush while training the new kid they had just hired. She shoved the letter addressed to “cute blonde barista” into her apron and forgot about it. Customers were always trying to get her number, it was nothing new.
The second gift couldn’t be shoved into her pocket or forgotten, at least not without damaging it. Attached to the thorny fresh-picked rose was a note: “read my letter :)”. She made a mental note to open the envelope when she got home and plucked the petals off the rose, throwing away the stem. She’d find something to do with them; they were too pretty not to keep, even though Annabeth praised herself on being sensible enough to avoid getting caught up in fanciful things like flowers. They were too pretty to go to waste.
Note: this is my first fanfic ever, after reading and digesting too much smut fanfics I’ve finally decided to write one. Forgive me for the errors, I’ll try to be better next time. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading :3
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi
Title: Christening the Bed
“Woah. Is that all of it? I think that’s the last box.“ Yamaguchi smiled and stood proudly inside their new apartment.
“That’s all of it. Thank you for using our services.” The two movers bowed and approached the door.
“Ah! Thank you for your help!“ Tsukkishima eyed Yamaguchi as he’s waving goodbye to the movers. His eyes didn’t fall to notice that one of the movers is actually blushing while waving back at Yamaguchi. An annoyance shot through Tsukkishima. He hurried to the door and closed it loud enough for Yamaguchi to frown.
“What’s wrong, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi’s green eyes met his.
“You’re being too FRIENDLY.“ He growled. He wondered why he is so angry. It’s just a wave and Yamaguchi is his but he can’t understand why he’s still so jealous.
Yamaguchi’s brows furrowed. Maybe he’s wondering what caused Tsukki’s weird behavior now. His mouth formed an `ah’ as if he just guessed why Tsukki’s like this.
“Sorry, Tsukki. I didn’t notice you were jealous.” Yamaguchi moved over to where was standing and gave him a hug.
“J-jealous? What the-“
“I. Love. You. Tsukki. Only you.” Yamaguchi breathed into his shirt. His breath warm against his chest. His hair tickling his chin. Tsukkishima felt a surge of happiness. This dork clearly knows how to handle him. He knows too much. He could bend him to his will and he’s fucking got him around his little finger.
Tsukishima sighed and returned Yamaguchi’s hug and broke off seconds later.
“Let’s look around the house.“ Tsukkishima said.
“Yeeees.” The happy reply came as the green-haired dork held hands with him.
They went to see the kitchen first. The kitchen is spacious. The white walls and white tiles made the room looked ultra clean.
Yamaguchi ran his hand over the tiles. “Wow! This faucet has a heater! Tsukki, look!“ Yamaguchi opened all the drawers. No tile remains untouched. Yamaguchi was skipping happily inside the kitchen, like a mother who’s too excited to use it.
Tsukkishima stood by the door, leaning on its jamb. Admiring his lover as it’s fussing over the kitchen. Images of Yamaguchi standing in this kitchen with nothing but an apron on flashed in his mind. Damn it, he’s getting hard.
Yamaguchi turned to him. He tilted his head to shake his dirty thoughts away.
“This is wonderful, Tsukki. Now I’ll get to cook for you everyday.” Yamaguchi seemed oblivious to the fact that his smile is so precious and that the room lights up whenever he does. Tsukkishima summoned all his willpower to prevent himself from charging at Yamaguchi and taking him right there, on the kitchen floor.
“Let’s go.“ He growled. He wanted to be out of that room fast. He needs a distraction or else he will really take Yamaguchi there and now’s not the time for that. They’ve got things they need to unpack.
Yamaguchi opened the door that’s 2 doors away from the kitchen. It’s the bedroom. The walls were also white. It looks bare aside from an air conditioning unit and a wall clock. The time reads 9:00 am. They’ve got plenty of times to unpack and go shopping for dinner later.
Yamaguchi pushed the door leading to the veranda aside.
“Tsukki, look! Look! The view from here is stunning!” Beneath them is a a huge playground with lots of kids running around. Beyond that is the Tokyo skyline. Towering building one after the other decorated the view.
Tsukishima smiled. He’s so grateful he picked this one. This apartment is more expensive than an average one but he wouldn’t mind paying more if he gets to see Yamaguchi like this.
Yamaguchi turned to him wearing his ever glorious smile that could melt Tsukkishima. “I’m so excited to start a life with you, Tsukki.“ Damn, Yamaguchi. Why won’t he stop saying cute things?
All his inhibitions flew out of the window and in two strides he was kissing Yamaguchi. Hungrily. His lips devouring Yamaguchi’s, sucking all the sweetness Yamaguchi’s lips could provide. He was crushing him. His delicate body under his mercy.
“Tsukki…” Yamaguchi breathed.
He carried Yamaguchi to the bed. Tsukishima admired the sight before him. Yamaguchi’s flushed face is very much in contrast against the white sheet.
Tsukishima took his shirt off, his hands flew to Yamaguchi’s hair and his fingers twisted in his green locks.
“Why don’t we christen the bed?“ he breathed against Yamaguchi’s ear. Yamaguchi lied there. Panting. Waiting for Tsukkishima’s touch. Tsukkishima’s erection is hurting him. It felt like his jeans is going to rip any minute from now.
He pushed Yamaguchi’s shirt upward and took one delicious nipple in his mouth. He loves this dork’s smell, he loves his taste. He flicked his tongue, toying the taut nipple. Yamaguchi’s breathing came at irregular intervals. His fingers twisted and pulled his blond hair.
“Tsukki…ah…” Yamaguchi whimpered.
Yamaguchi’s right hand flew to Yamaguchi’s other nipple. His fingers pulled. Yamaguchi arched his back as his fingers rolled his nipple in between.
“T-tsukki, the windows, ahn.“ Tsukkishima ignored him. There are no other apartments near this one and they’re on the sixth floor. Actually, Tsukkishima wouldn’t give a fuck if someone will see them doing this. He wants the world to know that Yamaguchi is his. Only his.
“Undress me.” he commanded.
Yamaguchi’s trembling fingers came to find his belt. Yamaguchi’s knuckles brushed against his sex through his jeans. A tingle journeyed down his gut to his erection.
“Fuck.“ he said breathlessly. “Hurry.”
Yamaguchi pulled his jeans and his underpants down. His erection became free. Yamaguchi gulped. The enormous thing is pulsating. He felt heady and wondered how a thing like this could fit in him perfectly.
“Yamaguchi.“ Tsukkishima snapped, lifting Yamaguchi from his thoughts. “Turn your back against me and lift your ass up.”
Yamaguchi obeyed him, his glorious ass in the air. Yamaguchi trembled from embarrassment and excitement. Tsukishima felt high with pride. His beautiful lover is so small, so delicate, and is under his mercy.
He reached for the lotion in his jeans pocket and poured the cream on Yamaguchi’s hole. And in one swift motion, he’s inside him.
“Ah!“ Yamaguchi gasped. His face flushed. Tears were hanging at his lashes.
Tsukkishima began to thrust. He can see all of Yamaguchi’s glory in the morning light. His hands clamped down Yamaguchi’s waist. They’ll bruise later but whatever. He loves seeing his marks on his lover’s body. It makes things feel more…real.
With every thrust, he seems to be going deeper and deeper. And with every thrust, Yamaguchi’s moans were getting louder and louder. Yamaguchi suddenly turned around while he’s still inside him. Some good old missionary. Tsukkishima continued to pound into Yamaguchi.
“I, ah! L-like seeing your face, T-tsukkiii…”
Tsukkishima’s chest tightened and something hot flowed to his dick. How can he be saying cute things at times like this?
“Fuck…“ He breathed. He pounded harder and harder until Yamaguchi’s legs were wrapped around his hips. Until Yamaguchi’s nails bit his back. Yamaguchi buried his face deep in his neck. He’s tightening, he’ll come any second. Tsukkishima too. He couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Nngh…Tsukki, please!” he screamed. Yamaguchi’s plea is his unbecoming. His eyes clamped shut, his mouth slacked open as he poured his everything to Yamaguchi.
Still panting, Tsukkishima rolled off and hugged Yamaguchi tightly.
“Don’t Tsukki, I’m sticky.“ Yamaguchi motioned towards his belly which is covered in white liquid.
“Like I’m not the one who caused that.” he said matter-of-factly.
“Hehe. Oh, we’ve got to unpack things but I’m so tired. Geez, Tsukki. You’re insatiable.“ Yamaguchi pouted, scolding Tsukkishima.
“It’s your fault! You’re too sexy for your own good! Stop being like that and I’ll let you off.” He’s a little annoyed. No one can make him lose control like Yamaguchi does. He’s annoyed at himself for not thinking rationally whenever Yamaguchi’s around.
Yamaguchi smiled widely and hummed, “Never. I love you, Tsukki.“
doesn’t get his license right away even though he wants to because he’s always too busy w volleyballing to learn how to drive
is a surprisingly good driver
LOUD music, but he always turns it down when someone new gets in the car
but gradually the volume knob keeps getting turned higher and higher
insists on having a conversation even tho the music is so loud you can’t reasonably hear one another
everyone expects him to drive a small sporty thing, but he drives his mom’s old sedan for the longest bc he’s too busy volleyballing to buy a new one + he likes being able to fit all his friends in it
one day it dries while he’s driving down the highway and he holds a funeral for it after it’s towed to safety
never had an accident until he gets a new car and then he gets in a fender bender on the very first day he has it and is honestly SO MAD about it
doesn’t know how to drive
is a backseat driver anyway
but luckily car rides put him to sleep so that doesn’t last very long
gets his license as soon as he can
never actually drives because he gets too much anxiety about operating such a giant metal death machine
or twice a year he gets mad about his inability to drive and insists
that yamaguchi drive them out to an abandoned country road so he can
practice. he spends an hour adjusting the seat and steering wheel and
mirrors and a half hour just holding onto the steering wheel with white knuckles and
staring ahead while the car idles
yamaguchi drives them home
the safest driver.
follows all the laws, never speeds
hates driving tho honestly but figures if he’s gonna drive then he’s going to do it as safely and correctly as possible
always has music on just loud enough that you can listen to it and always tries to put on music he thinks his passengers will like
mutters under his breath when other drivers piss him off but only if tsukki isn’t in the car with him bc tsukki is nervous enough in cars without angry muttering
did not want to learn how to drive
had a panic one day that her life would depend on her knowing how to drive so she went and learned and got her license
drives when necessary but prefers public transportation/carpooling/riding w friends if she can
is the most nervous driver
NO MUSIC NO TALKING NO DISTRACTIONS
always yields to everyone, always lets ppl change lanes in front of her bc she’s worried abt making someone mad
is actually a fairly good driver but is convinced she’s terrible and the absolute worst
always greatly overestimates driving times. she always imagines the worst case scenario and ends up arriving super early. stays in her car anxiously fretting until she deems it socially acceptable to go into wherever she went.