Helloo! I'm not sure if you take requests (if you don't please ignore me) but would you write a smol drabble on Bokuto trying to make up with Tsukishima by kissing him after a fight? Thank you so much in advance! (‘∀’●)♡
Whehe of course I take requests! It’s just a matter of how long I take to answer them orz But I hope you like it! This was longer than I expected XD
Their fights are an exchange of scathing remarks that slice ever so deeply in their fits of anger and the aftermath is dreadfully sombre. It’s a war of silence in their usually lively household and it can drag on for days on end until one of them gives in.
Tsukishima’s stubbornness usually holds out even though their quarrels hurt him far more than he ever imagined. Bokuto takes the couch without hesitation while Tsukishima cries himself to sleep in their king-sized bed where he sorely misses the warmth of Bokuto’s body.
By sunrise, Tsukishima would barely have had an hour of sleep and it’s enough time for him to wash up and put up his walls again. He can tell Bokuto hasn’t slept much either and the downcast expression he constantly has tugs at Tsukishima’s heartstrings but… he resists. He so desperately wants Bokuto to engulf him in a warm hug, he wants to apologise for being such an asshole, he wants to tell Bokuto that he loves him so so so very much and he never meant to say all those mean things. But all he does is avoid Bokuto like the plague, refusing eye contact like a petulant child.
It’s not until one night, Bokuto has had enough of their cold war and he misses Tsukishima so he quietly treads into their room, ready to cajole his boyfriend but when he sees Tsukishima curled up with Bokuto’s extra pillow and shoulders shaking as he sobs, it completely breaks his heart. He makes no haste in diving into bed, pulling Tsukishima into a tight embrace that catches him by surprise.
“I’m so sorry Kei! Please don’t cry… It’s all my fault...” He gently presses kisses over tear-stained cheeks and makes his way upwards to the corners of his eyes, salty tears lingering on his lips. He rarely ever sees Tsukishima cry and he hates it when he does because all he wants is for Tsukishima to be happy. “I’m really sorry…”
“No, I’m sorry, you idiot!” Tsukishima hiccups, clutching to Bokuto like a lifeline. He lets Bokuto rain kisses upon him, each one burning into his skin as a reminder of Bokuto’s love. “I’m a terrible person… Why do you even stay with me…”
Bokuto shushes him and tucks Tsukishima’s head under his chin to nuzzle his nose against soft blonde tufts. “I have my own flaws too and I know it gets on your nerves sometimes so I guess we’re even then.”
There’s movement from Tsukishima and Bokuto realises his shirt is being used to wipe the tears and snot but he doesn’t mind it the least. He tenderly cups Tsukishima’s face and tips his head up to meet his tired gaze. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened in my life, Kei.”
Tsukishima finally smiles. “You must have had a pretty miserable life then.”