Jan 11, 2021
It’s 1/11; therefore, happy Daitsukki day! My favourite rarepair~ <3
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It’s 1/11; therefore, happy Daitsukki day! My favourite rarepair~ <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sequel to The Portal of Doom Relationship: Daichi x Tsukishima WC: 5,171 Rating: Teen
After three months, Tsukishima finally had a solid system worked out that was imperative to his survival. With his headphones secured over his ears and his music pouring through them, he could tune out everything going on around him. Particularly Daichi singing in his alluringly deep voice while he makes them dinner.
At least he had a term paper to work on. With that, he could focus on his stack of books and his laptop screen, ignoring the way Daichi’s apron accentuated his waist and drew his attention to how well he filled out the seat of his sweatpants. He really needed to spend more time in the campus library.
His breath hitched at a light touch on his arm. Daichi smiled apologetically next to him and waited patiently for Tsukishima to lift his headphones off so he could hear him. His hand, however, remained on Tsukishima’s arm, burning his skin through his sleeve.
“Sorry, I know you’re working hard. I just wanted to let you know that dinner is almost ready.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll clean all this up.”
“I hope you’ll like it,” Daichi said as his smile slid into a smirk. Tsukishima wrinkled his nose. He knew Daichi wasn’t really hoping he’d like it; of course, he would. He was inferring that Tsukishima should eat as much as he possibly could and that he’d heckle him if he didn’t.
“I guess we’ll see.”
Daichi snorted and ruffled his hair before getting back up to his feet. Tsukishima’s eyes trailed down his back and sighed. Their conversations had grown more natural and consistently had a bit of teasing peppered throughout. It wasn’t often that Tsukishima enjoyed being provoked, but Daichi did it in a way that was making him crave it.
If only he could slip in a few more flirtatious comments as well. Talking it over with Yamaguchi, his friend assured him that he had a chance. He just needed to test the waters. If Daichi picked up on it and flirted back, he was in. Then again, Daichi was never one to pick up on someone hitting on him. Tsukishima was dreading the need to be bolder.
When Daichi turned around with a steaming pot in his hands, Tsukishima scrambled to throw his books into his bag like he said he would. Daichi eyed him curiously as he set the pot on the kotatsu, but he didn’t say anything about it. Tsukishima pretended that his cheeks weren’t on fire and shoved his laptop to the side. His mouth was already watering from the spicy fragrance.
“Hope you were in the mood for hot pot.”
“It smells good, but you made a lot.”
Daichi’s grin was lethal as he watched Tsukishima dish some food up on his plate, more than he would have if Daichi hadn’t been looking.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
At long last, here it is! The first chapter of the Great Poly Karasuno Getting Together Fic!
Special thanks to @cattatonically and @ezzydean for all their help with this one!
♛: Sharing a dessert daitsuki please?
Ah this took a while, sorry sweet nonny! I hope you like this little fluffy ficlet! Thank you for the wonderful prompt! <3
Koushi is content enough to sit across from Daichi and Tsukishima and keep up a stream of conversation without much prompting, Kageyama leaning into Koushi’s side and sipping at his coffee tiredly. Koushi’s idly watching the other two across the table while Tsukishima dryly regales them with a tale from his photography class when Kageyama freezes and puts his mug on the table with a loud thunk. Tsukishima had been gesturing shortly in the air with his empty fork while Daichi had taken to helping himself to Tsukishima’s unprotected strawberry cheesecake.
It takes him a minute to realize what Kageyama had reacted to, but he gets it quickly enough. There was a time when Tsukishima would have snarled at someone taking his food, especially his favorite strawberry desserts, but with Daichi it seems like he hadn’t even noticed. Koushi glances down to see Kageyama frowning, watching them carefully as Daichi reaches over for another forkful. This time, though, Tsukishima spares him a glance, and the tiniest smile lights his face before he continues describing the ‘moron in the darkroom’ he has to deal with.
They’re cute, Koushi thinks to himself, especially when Daichi nudges his plate a little closer to Tsukishima, who takes a bite of the chocolate mousse cake while Daichi laughingly continues the story. After a while Tsukishima picks it back up, and Daichi leans against his shoulder, yawning, clearly ready to head to bed after a late night. Kageyama, relaxed again under Koushi’s arm, his mug sitting empty on the table, yawns as if in response, and Koushi can’t help laughing.
“I think we all should probably get home.”
Tsukishima nods and nudges at Daichi, who grins and stands, stretching. Tsukishima scoops up their empty dishes, and Kageyama joins him with his and Koushi’s the two of them knocking into one another as they walk them up to the counter. Daichi just laughs and starts to head outside, and Koushi smiles as he thinks about how good he and Tsukishima are for each other. He waves and watches them walk away, hand in hand down the street.
“Do you think we’re bad people?” DaiTsukki
A sort of continuation of this.
Daichi did not deserve to be here. He has better things to be doing that babysitting the moron who nearly got himself killed. And yet, here he is watching over Terushima. He closes his eyes and recalls finding Terushima on the brink of death, bleeding out in a chair. Thankfully, he and Kei had gotten there in time. Futakuchi had managed to staunch the worst of the bleeding before transporting them to the medic. Terushima is alive, barely, and in for a shitstorm when he wakes up.
There’s a pressure on his thighs, and Daichi brings himself back to the present. Kei settles sideways, hands linking behind Daichi’s neck. Daichi loops his own arms around Kei’s hips, holding him in place.
“Do you think we’re bad people?” Kei’s question catches him off guard for a split second. “What we do, the business we’re in, it doesn’t always have a happy ending,” he elaborates, looking directly at Terushima’s sorry state.
“I don’t think about it,” Daichi answers, “which is probably why I was recruited in the first place. I don’t care enough to think about it.” Kei hums, contemplating Daichi’s words. He knows Kei was recruited for a similar reason. Kei isn’t often introspective in this manner, doesn’t question the morality of what they do. Daichi can feel the sheath hiding a string of daggers at Kei’s hip. Kei’s fiddling with the small vial of poison in the lining of Daichi’s jacket. He’s glad Futakuchi didn’t hear Kei’s question - Futakuchi is most dangerous when he senses questioning within his ranks.
“Oh fuck,” Terushima’s gravely voice breaks the uneasy silence in the room, “I must be in some level of hell if you two are here.” Even on death’s door, Terushima manages to be an insufferable smartass.
“You’re certainly about to be,” Futakuchi cuts in from the doorway, “Sugawara doesn’t know you survived, and if I have it my way, he isn’t going to find out. And you are not, I repeat, not going back into the field partnerless. You’re with them effective immediately.” Futakuchi points towards Kei and Daichi in the chair. Kei’s grin borders on lethal.
“Welcome to the team, lover.” Terushima groans then coughs, clutching at his torso.
“I felt the knife going in, you know. Clearly not enough to kill me.” The answering silence is deafening, everyone digesting what Terushima has just told them.
“We’ll get him. He’ll suffer by the blades he loves so dearly,” Kei promises.
“Good. Now rest and heal up. It’s going to take everything we have to take down Sugawara’s organization.” Futakuchi leaves the room. Terushima huffs a laugh and coughs again. Daichi wonders momentarily what Terushima must have felt. He fiddles with Kei’s sheath, contemplating the pros and cons of blades over poison.
“Misery doesn’t look that great on you. Try, perhaps, anger?” - DaiTsukki, mayhaps.
“Misery doesn’t look that great on you,” Daichi said pleasantly as he slipped into the booth next to Tsukishima. “Try, I dunno, anger?”
“I could be angry that I am over ninety-percent sure I failed the exam that’s worth a quarter of my grade because my roommate attempted to set our entire dorm on fire last night while making a cheap packet of ramen in the microwave he smuggled into our room three weeks ago. But I’d much rather be miserable, thanks.”
Tsukishima didn’t even move from his position of arms folded on the table and cheek smushed into arms, face pointing away from the rest of the diner. Daichi figured there wasn’t much of interest happening on the blank wall he was staring at so Tsukishima was just being petulant and grumpy.
“I would ask how he managed to do that but honestly? I’ve met Yoshikawa.”
“Hence you understand my misery.” Tsukishima sighed and rubbed his nose against his arms before finally turning to look up at Daichi. “Not that I don’t want you here or anything. But what are you doing here? I thought you had classes for another few hours?”
“Misery loves company?” Daichi grinned at him. Then he dropped it when Tsukishima simply raised a brow at him, unimpressed. “Tanaka was having one of his not so great days yesterday and I wound up staying up with him until not quite four and completely missed my alarm and my first three classes of the day so I just emailed all my professors and told them I would be out today.”
Tsukishima hummed and buried his face into his arms. Daichi reached over and ruffled Tsukishima’s hair, getting distracted by the curls at the nape of his neck for a minute. Which is why he didn’t notice Oikawa until he slid into the booth across from them.
“Do you two have to be so,” Oikawa fluttered his fingers in their direction, “PDA all the time?”
Tsukishima snorted. “Just because you-”
“Tsukishima,” Daichi warned.
“-are jealous and lonely and refuse to share with anyone even when they offer doesn’t mean you get to just take it out on the rest of us when you have a shit day.”
Oikawa stared down at Tsukishima, eyes wide and head tilted to the side in a way that reminded Daichi of a curious kitten. His cheeks were flushing and Daichi wondered if Tsukishima was finally getting under Oikawa’s skin. It would be about time. Honestly. Tsukishima had been trying to wear Oikawa down practically since the first day they bumped into each other at university.
“Can I go order something to drink,” he asked suddenly, startling Oikawa out of his contemplation and making his cheeks flush even more, “or will you two be at each other’s throats the moment I step away?”
“I won’t go anywhere near his throat without his consent,” Tsukishima teased. Daichi was quite certain he was aiming for seeing how red he could get Oikawa to turn in a half hour or less. He was also quite certain that if this was the way the rest of the afternoon was going to go he was going to need some strong coffee to deal with it.
“Just don’t kill each other or get kicked out before I get back, okay?” He squeezed the back of Tsukishima’s neck and gave Oikawa a smile before he got up.
“No promises,” Oikawa said airily despite the fact his cheeks were the color of ripe cherries now.
Daichi rolled his eyes and left them in the booth to sass and flirt with each other; after the last couple days he needed his coffee.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
End of the Year Rare Pair Challenge: DaiTsukki + There was only one bed & Big damn kiss
Rating: Teen WC: 3,761 Warnings: alcohol, sexual tension, manga spoilers
Excerpt:
“Daichi-san, please walk on your own two feet.”
Despite the torture of having to deal with his inebriated senpai hanging off of him, Tsukishima cracked a smile as Daichi snorted and descended into a mess of giggles.
“Why should I use my own feet when you got those stilts over there? Should be plenty to support us both.”
Tucked under Tsukishima’s arm, Daichi raised his head to gaze at him. His grin was wide and teasing, waiting for him to shoot back with one of his curt replies. For once, Tsukishima couldn’t find anything to say though, not when Daichi’s dark eyes were shining up at him and his cheeks were bright from the alcohol. He wanted to pinch them, but he knew that would be a step too far. He was just his senpai, that’s it.
“Are we close to your apartment, Daichi-san? I don’t want to leave you on a park bench, but…”
Daichi gasped but his smile never left his face. “You’d leave me on a bench?! I thought you cared about me more than that.”
“Well, it’s late and I’m tired and if I can’t find your apartment, there really isn’t anything left for me to do.”
Daichi stopped suddenly, gripping the front of Tsukishima’s jacket to hold him back. Even as he pulled Tsukishima to face him, he still didn’t let go. A streetlamp nearby softly illuminated his face, highlighting the strange seriousness of his expression. Tsukishima was thankful he was so much taller than him, otherwise, the proximity of their faces to each other would have made his heart stop completely.
Daichi didn’t say anything as he studied him carefully. For a moment, Tsukishima wondered if he was even drunk with how focused he was but then it passed and Daichi’s lips were slipping into a smirk.
“It’s right there,” he said, nodding his head to the very next apartment building. “Will you help me up?”
Tsukishima cocked his eyebrow at him and Daichi’s smile widened, resembling something innocent but he knew better. But of all the senpais he’d ever had, he could never refuse Daichi anything. Especially if it meant spending a few more minutes in his company.
Sighing, he wrapped his arm tighter around Daichi’s waist and gave him a nudge toward his apartment, hoping that his face wasn’t as red as it felt. He refused to meet Daichi’s gaze, but he could feel his deep chuckles reverberate against his side. The light scent of his cologne was still apparent and filled Tsukishima’s senses, even with the mask of stale beer over top of it.
Unfortunately, the apartment building didn’t have an elevator, so the pair stumbled up the stairs to the next floor up. Tsukishima bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter as Daichi giggled the whole way up. The more he struggled, the tighter he held onto Tsukishima and pressed their bodies together.
Just a bit further and then I’ll leave. I’ll make sure he’s safe and then I can escape…
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“Ah, yes, the bucket on top of the door prank. A classic. You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into.” - DaiTsukki
I think I’m turning into a romantic.
They’re sitting around the coffee table, brainstorming certain plans and details, when the question comes.
“So, how did you and Tsukki start dating, anyway?” It’s Kuroo who asks. Daichi isn’t entirely sure he wants to rehash this particular tale, but Oikawa’s cackling is telling him he doesn’t really have a choice in the matter. He sighs.
“Well, it was a few years ago…”
—
Daichi was pacing. And mumbling. He was doing Asahi’s head in.
“Will you just sit the fuck down?” Daichi pauses and gives Asahi the most pathetic puppy eyes he’s ever seen.
“I would, but I am way too antsy. Oikawa is usually home by now. I’m getting impatient.” Daichi sighs again. Asahi closes his eyes and massages at his temples. One more sigh, and Asahi is dumping the goddamned bucked of water of Daichi himself. Just then, they hear the apartment door open. There are two distinct voices. Daichi grins. When Oikawa walks straight into the living room, bypassing his usual stop to the kitchen, Daichi’s glee is replaced with dread. He knows what’s about to happen.
“Wait, Tsukishima, don’t!” It’s too late. Tsukishima opens the swinging kitchen door, and is promptly assaulted by a bucket of ice water. He sputters for a moment. His eyes turn sharp behind his water-streaked glasses as he eyes the three men standing stock-still in the living room.
“Ah, yes,” he says dryly, “the bucket on top of the door prank. A classic. You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into. Oikawa-san, thank you for lending me your notes. I’ll be heading home now, in search of dry clothes.” His gaze pierces Daichi, making his stomach drop. Asahi has to clamp his hands over his mouth to stifle the giggles. Oikawa shares no such qualms, barking a laugh.
“Oh wow, Dai-chan! Way to woo your way into his good graces!”
“It was supposed to be for you, you asshole!” Daichi feels his phone vibrate with a new text.
Tsukishima: Challenge accepted.
Over the next few weeks, Daichi is a paranoid mess - much to Oikawa’s delight. He’s beyond exhausted. Double - even triple - checking doorways and everything else around him is not how he imagined spending the majority of his time. And yet, he really only had himself to blame for this predicament. After an especially restless evening being jumpy and scattered, Daichi snaps.
“When’s it gonna happen, Tsukishima? Just give it to me straight.” They’re seated around the coffee table, studying with Oikawa. Tsukishima blinks at him.
“Whatever do you mean, Sawamura-san?”
“Your revenge, obviously! For the bucket of water!”
“Oh, that. I’d say I accomplished my task.” Oikawa starts cackling - again - as Daichi looks at Tsukishima completely dumbfounded.
“Excuse me?” His voice is even, but he’s sure his face looks manic.
“Well, you’ve been quite the mess for weeks, haven’t you? I’m sure you’ve been taught a valuable lesson.”
“You are such a little shit.” Daichi is exasperated.
“Yes, yes I am.” Tsukishima’s face is uncharacteristically red. “I’ll be your little shit, if you’ll have me?” Daichi notices for the first time that Tsukishima is wringing his hands in a sign of pure anxiety.
“Get over here, you dork, and kiss me.” Tsukishima does as he’s told, while Oikawa commemorates the occasion with a photo.
—
“And that, gentlemen, is how one snarky little shit felled your beloved Captain Crow.” Oikawa finishes the story with a flourish, showing off the photo on his phone. Asahi glances over at Daichi, who is as red-faced as can be, while Tsukishima settles at his side.
“Yes, for once Oikawa being an insufferable asshole paid off in my favour.” Tsukishima smirks at them, delighted at Oikawa’s mock-offended squawk. Asahi can’t help but admire how the silver and gold bands on their ring fingers glint subtly. He peeks at his own silver and copper band, hoping that these moments of happiness and bliss follow them for the decades to come.