dude oh my god i love your writing so much!!!!!! i love the way you write tsukkiyama like The Dynamic is just??? amazing???? also really love your writing style in general!!! If you're still taking sappy prompts could you do tsukkiyama with #22? thank u!! ♡*:･。.
Oh my god. Thank you so much, you’re so sweet!! I can’t even express how nice this is to hear ahhhhhh sorry this took so long to reply to, honestly I kept coming back to look at what you said and smile ♡♡♡
Tsukkiyama - “You make me so happy.” (based on this prompt list)
It was quiet in the coffee shop, the mellow music turned down low enough to make it nothing but static background noise. Spread out on the table in front of Kei were he and Tadashi’s laptops and a stack of handouts from their classes. Two mugs of coffee were within hands reach, one dark and earthy, the other dulled to the color of sand by cream and sugar.
Kei was having a hard time focusing. Already he had downed one cup of coffee and moved on to a second, yet his screen showed only a smattering of words and sentences; nothing coherent enough to form the essay that was due in two days time. Instead he kept looking over at Tadashi, who unlike him was busy typing away. It was unusual to see him work so steadily and Kei so unable to, and he had to take a moment to consider the irony of the situation.
“Uh, Tsukki?” Tadashi said from the seat across from him. Kei blinked rapidly, pulling himself out of his reverie. “Why are you staring at me?”
“Huh? I’m not,” Kei answered, and looked away and back to his screen.
Tadashi huffed and slid part way out of his chair so he too could see Kei’s screen. He pointed at it like it was evidence.
“Yes, you are. Look, you’ve barely written anything down yet!”
Seeing no way to avoid it, Kei gave in. He had be caught.
“Oh,” he said, shrugging. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Tadashi smiled, his eyes crinkling in triumph. He returned fully to his seat, but did not go back to typing.
“So, what is it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side in a way the exposed too much of his neck for Kei not to notice and struggle to keep his eyes away from. “Do I have something on my face?”
Shaking his head, Kei reached for his coffee and took a sip to hide the small smile that found its way to his lips. Tadashi had no idea how cute he looked today, and Kei was not about to admit that’s what had been distracting him.
Half a cup of black coffee later Kei had managed to write a total of eighty-five words. The look of concentration on Tadashi’s face was too hard to pass up: his nose scrunched when he had to think hard about something, his teeth biting his bottom lip when he was unsure. Watching him Kei felt his heart swell, and his fingers twitch with the desire to caress his freckled cheeks.
“Tsukki, stop! You’re doing it again,” Tadashi whined. “It’s kind of freaking me out.”
This time Kei did not look away. He kept his eyes on Tadashi’s, drinking in their warmth.
“I’m sorry. It’s just, you make me so happy,” Kei said. “It’s kind of frustrating honestly.”
As he watched them, Tadashi’s eyes grew wide. A faint blush started to rise in his cheeks, and soon even the tips of his ears were red.
“What! Frustrating?” he exclaimed finally, then smiled. “Say it again without that last part, maybe?”
Kei reached across the cluttered table, carefully avoiding the mugs of coffee, and took Yamaguchi’s hand in his. He gave the other boy a soft smile, the kind that was reserved only for him.
“Tadashi, you make me so happy.”
Now Yamaguchi was grinning earnest, and he squeezed Kei’s hand before pulling his own away to return it to his keyboard.
“You make me happy, too. Kei,” he said, and Kei swore his heart was going to burst through his chest. “Stop staring at me, though.”