dude -- being good at serves ACTUALLY DOES TRANSLATE TO BEER PONG LIKE -- my highschool boys volleyball team had this kid Jason who was like real life Oikawa in terms of serving ability and he would play beer pong from across the room and deSTROOOY (my liver still cries at the thougHT)
LOOOOOOOOOOOORD RIP Y’ALLS LIVERS The other thing that equates to beer pong skills: being the most unassuming, straight laced person in the room. My college roommate who barely ever drank or partied (or even did sports) murdered at beer pong. Thank god it was with root beer.
Here’s a funny story:
Dave knew I was in Kyoto and told me a friend of his, Alison, was there too and the two of us decided to meet. So one afternoon I take my grandma bicycle all the way to the fancy university she’s exchange studenting at and on my way there I cross the Kamogawa river, regretting that I can’t stay there for a while because it sounds like there’s some good jazz band practicing near the bridge. However, when I arrive at the campus there’s no Alison and instead I see a message from her, telling me she’s practicing with her music club and if I want to join them at - you guessed it - Kamogawa.
hi hi! this one goes out to @baccadraw and @holyshitbatman for being cool buddies, merry christmas!!!!!!!!!!! <3
Two heavy boots bit into the snow below, the cold side walk they were currently trekking on made a soft, crunching sound with every stepped as the passageway was cushioned by the snow .
The heavy boots were slowly being soaked by the precipitation and were growing very cold. By contrast, the face of the body those shoes were connected to was hotter than the bloody sun.
Really, it’s just a Christmas present for his best friend, why was he so embarrassed?
Maybe it was because the whole volleyball club did a Secret Santa, with a price limit of one-thousand yen. Of course, Yamaguchi drew Tsukishima and vice versa, and they and each given each other acceptable enough gifts.
Tsukishima had given him a new pencil case. Yamaguchi had no idea Tsukishima had even listen to him when he complained about his old, falling to pieces pencil case that he had used since middle school.
He had no clue about his concerns being heard until Tsukishima had planted a small, shiny pencil case, decorated with cartoonish pictures of french fries in his lap one day before practice.
Yamaguchi had given him a five-hundred yen key chain in some anatomically incorrect dinosaur.
Though the gift now sitting in Yamaguchi’s school bag was well over five-hundred yen. Hell, it was over the thousand-yen limit originally instated.
Yamaguchi blamed the price of the damned thing being exorbitant on his steadily increasing heart rate and the pink stinging his ears.
He wasn’t going to think of the way he had spent hours worrying about the delivery of the present in the mail, or how it took him a good hour to wrap the thing perfectly, or how when he handed Tsukki his present that maybe their fingers would brush, and instead of cocking a judgmental eyebrow he would smile at the gesture and how maybe Tsukki would even smile at him.
No, he wasn’t going to think of that at all.
And then he was at the Tsukishima household seeming too quick for his little heart and head were spinning and he didn’t know if he’d have enough strength to even knock on the door.
Luckily, he had texted Tsukishima ahead of time (barging into someone’s home, regardless of their status as best friend, Yamaguchi regarded as very rude) and somehow Tsukki has sensed his presence at the door and opened mere seconds after Yamaguchi had appeared there.
“Idiot,” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, “you’re going to freeze out there, get in already.”
Yamaguchi trailed in after Tsukishima gave a curt turn away from the door, waddling in like a slightly frozen puppy.
Yamaguchi shuffles his boots into the shoe rack by the door, when he noticed the absence of a few pairs of shoes.
“Tsukki? Where’s your family?”
Yamaguchi had learnt long ago when talking about Tsukishima’s family to never name his brother solely, always lump the family together as one unit.
“Out. To dinner. I didn’t want to go. Aren’t you gonna take all that off?”
Yamaguchi’s mind automatically went to gutter upon hearing that phrase. His head shot up and, thankful he was already pink from the cold, gave an embarrassed laugh.
“…I’m actually reallycold so um, I’d rather leave it on?”
Tsukishima graced him with another eye roll.
“Your jacked is covered in snow, it’s just going to make you more cold. I’ll get you a sweater.”
Yamaguchi nodded and began slowly unwrapping the scarf from his neck, not wanting to face the chill of the house.
To his own mild surprise, the goosebumps he was anticipating never came. The Tsukishima household was warm and toasty and wonderful and Yamaguchi had never been so happy.
He tucked his scarf into his shoes and began to unbutton his coat.
Half-way into removing the snow ridden clothing, he just so happened to peek up and caught a glimpse of Tsukishima watching him from the opposite doorway.
“Tsukki?” Yamaguchi’s voice decided to betray him and sounded like a wavering whisper.
Tsukishima pushed his glasses up on his face with one hand and turned around. He then carelessly threw…something over his shoulder.
“Just put this on and hurry up.”
Yamaguchi narrowly missed his toss (not the first time he had missed a toss) and scrambled for the object, clumsily reaching for it off the floor.
Yamaguchi found himself holding a large green cardigan sweater. It was in beautiful condition, but was dulled, suggesting being worn with love often.
It was only when Yamaguchi had buttoned the sweater up to its top button and was making his way to Tsukki’s room that he spied the picture of Akiteru wearing the familiar piece of clothing that his panic set in.
He was wearing Akiteru’s sweater. Tsukki’s brothers sweater.
Not only that, but Yamaguchi had obviously made a fool of himself when taking off his coat, his wasting of time and wispy voice putting Tsukishima off and annoying him only to have him give Yamaguchi his brother’s sweater.
Yamaguchi tightened the grip on his school bag and felt his finger tips grow cold against the warm wool surrounding him.
When he caught his breath and walked into Tsukishima’s bedroom, Tsukki just gave him a look that said “What the fuck took you so long, Yamaguchi?”
To confirm Yamaguchi’s reading of Tsukki’s face, he then said out loud “What the fuck took you so long, Yamaguchi?”
“The buttons on my coat were pretty uh…difficult.”
“Whatever.”
Tsukishima then went back to scrolling threw his phone, paying no mind to the internal demise of one Yamaguchi Tadashi.
Yamaguchi sat on Tsukishima’s bed, cold fingers drumming on the hard leather of his book bag. He opened his mouth to speak so many times in the twenty minutes that passed, and each and every time closed his mouth to try and find the right words. After almost a full half-hour in silence, Yamaguchi found he didn’t have to be the one to break it.
“Here.” Tsukishima moved his prized headphones off his ears and onto Yamaguchi’s with the one word.
Before Yamaguchi could protest, sound flooded him, beautiful music seeming to leech out from every angle to fill him completely.
Tsukishima gave him a worried look, pointing at his phone to indicate Yamaguchi’s opinion on the sound level. Once given a thumbs up, Tsukishima’s worry faded and turned into something other than worry.
Anticipation.
Yamaguchi realized the phone was in his lap now, resting on top of his hands, and that he was supposed to use it.
He picked it up and scrolled through the various songs, some familiar, some foreign, yet they were all similar.
Every song on this playlist was a love song.
Yamaguchi looked at the phone, then Tsukki, then the phone, then Tsukki, and kept to looking between the two wildly for a full minute while Tsukishima was blearily staring out the window.
When Yamaguchi took the headphones off, his ears were treated to a new music; the sound of Tsukishima’s voice.
“What do you think?” He asked Yamaguchi.
Maybe it was for someone else. Maybe he found it and though it was cool and wanted to share. Maybe it’s for some girl or boy or-
He looked down at the device for one more quick second, only to see the playlist titled For Tadashi.
Yamaguchi looked back at Tsukki’s face and let out a long breath through his nose.
“...Is this a good or bad time to mention I also got you something and I think you’re really cool and pretty and gorgeous and talented and amazing and I sometimes think of holding your hand and maybe even kissing-”
Tsukishima then leaned over to kiss Yamaguchi silly, and didn’t stop for a long while.
Yamaguchi never did get to give Tsukki his present, and Tsukishima never got to receive his bluray limited edition extended version of Jurassic Park, signed by the whole cast.
tsukkiyamayachi and ♝:Reading a book together♞:Caring for each other while ill :D :D :D (feel free to pick and choose with all of this including the pairing or not do any of it HOPE YOU'RE HAVIN A GOOD ONE!)
((AUGHHH my browser crashed halfway through writing the first prompt and I cry OTL BUT THE OT3!!!! I did both aaaah I can’t help it it’s the ot3))
♝: Reading a book together
Hitoka’s elbows are sharp against his ribs as she shifts, turning the page as she murmurs to herself. He wants to tell her to move, but she’s warm, and he’s finally got a comfortable position with his wrists resting against her head, and he’s tantalizingly close to the final chapter of the book.
Behind him, Tadashi’s back presses against his own with each inhale. There’s a sharp press against him as Tadashi inhales and tenses. “Well, hell,” Tadashi murmurs.
Kei stops reading and turns his head a bit. He gets a mouthful of dark hair as he asks, “Did you just get to the part where...?”
“They find out he’s... you know?”
“Yeah,” Kei agrees. “You know, it was hinted at all along.”
Tadashi starts flipping through pages and Hitoka makes a disgruntled noise. “You two! Sh!”
Kei taps his knuckles on her head softly as Tadashi chuckles. It wasn’t necessarily their fault that her shift ran over and that they had started reading without her (the weather was perfect for curling up in bed and reading). But she hadn’t accepted any excuses and had simply folded herself into bed and was a good hundred pages behind them both.
“I guess I shouldn’t tell you then that Adam--” The effect is instantaneous, both Tadashi and Hitoka roll over hands reaching. Hitoka grabs his phone from his hands and Tadashi claps his palm over Kei’s mouth, but the damage is already done.
Tadashi lays his hand against Kei’s forehead and winces. He smooths back blond hair as he rises from the bed and pads into the kitchen. “Yikes,” he comments.
Hitoka nearly sprays him with the sink’s hose as she starts and spins around.
Tadashi dodges and holds up his hands in surrender. “It’s just me!”
Hitoka lets the hose dangle over the counter as she leans back, looking at the ceiling. “I’m going to die,” she announces, damp hand fisting into her shirt over her heart. “Tadashi, you’re going to kill me. First, Kei’s going to die, then I am, and who is going to match your socks for you? No one, that’s who, because we both died.”
“I can match my socks on my own,” Tadashi mumbles, a bit wounded.
“Mmmhmm,” Hitoka hums skeptically. She turns and returns to filling the humidifier with the sprayer. “Sure you can.”
Tadashi looks down at his feet, peering dubiously at one solid and one argyle sock. “Well. Sort of,” he replies, walking over to her and putting a hand on her back. “I can take over nursing duties now,” he murmurs, pressing his cheek to hers affectionately.
“...I’m worried,” Hitoka says, voice small. She turns off the sink and carefully shakes a bit of salt into the humidifier, fingers shaking. “I mean, it’s ‘yikes’, you know?”
“We can both do it, then,” Tadashi assures her. “He’s just asleep right now, which is good. He’s dehydrated, though; his face was hot and dry.”
There’s a question in his voice that makes Hitoka turn to him with teary eyes, “I know,” she confesses, “I tried to make him drink water but he said it hurt and then he started coughing and threw up and I don’t want you to have to match your own socks.”
“Yacchan,” Tadashi says sternly, taking Hitoka’s damp hands into his own. “We already went to the doctor, remember, and it’s just strep, it’s okay. Tsukki’s always like this when he’s sick, he’s being dramatic. What we have to do is feed him cold stuff first, then hot stuff. I bought popsicles on my way home.”
“You did? He is?”
Tadashi nods. “They’re on the table right here,” he says. Then blinks. “Okay, maybe I should put those up.”
Hitoka laughs and gives a shaky hiccup as Tadashi rushes over to the table for the plastic bag he’d abandoned to go check on Kei, first thing through the door. “I’m gonna go put this back in the bedroom,” she says, hefting up the humidifier.
“Gotcha,” Tadashi answers, sliding a damp-looking box of popsicles into the freezer. When he’s finished with that, he shuffles into the bedroom for a change of clothes. Hitoka’s flopped over onto the bed next to Kei and curled up next to him.
Tadashi leans forward and taps his fingers lightly against her shoulder, but finds her fast asleep. He smiles to himself, noting how she’s hooked her fingers against the sleeve of his tee. He picks up the afghan folded at the base of their bed and drapes it over her.
She deserves the sleep, he thinks. Staying home and nursing Kei is a full-time job, given how poorly Kei reacts to being ill. He’s glad that he doesn’t have work in the morning, so he can give her more of a break. He makes sure the humidifier is plugged in, refreshes Kei’s water and sets out his next round of antibiotics and pain relievers for when he wakes, then returns to the kitchen to make Kei’s favorite sick-day soup.
Later, he lets Hitoka hold Kei’s hand while Kei raspily complains that Tadashi is too mean and pushy while Tadashi forces him to eat, drink, and take his medicines.
important to note: the time of day, @baccadraw dave’s face, tsukki's smug look
I WOKE UP AT SIX THIRTY A.M. TO WATCH THE HQ EP WITH DAVE AND I DON’T REGRET A THING.... four hours have passed since then and i’ve already watched the episode two (2) times and i’m still feeling all warm and emotional because of it... it was such a good ep.... a+ voice acting, v good animation, and my only complaint is that there was no yams tacos shirt :(
it’s been a fun morning. i shed a few discreet tears. my tsukyam feels are at an all-time high. im glad. i wanna redraw at least 10 moments from this ep
