“move my arm is falling asleep” and tsukkiyama? :)
(F...finally... I have time... to do these ; A ; // )
Kei hadn’t really prepared for this. He’d prepared formultitudes of other things, though: food, a wide selection of movies (despitethe fact that they always gravitate towards the same three), plenty of drinks,blankets, pillows, whispers to his mother to not bother them, surreptitiousmints to chew on when Tadashi wasn’t in the room (just in case).
And so far, the planning has worked in his favor. They’recurled together in the nest of blankets and pillows they’d piled down on thefloor, watching Spirited Away for what is probably the ten thousandth timesince they’d met. The food was eaten. Kei’s mother had laughingly obeyed heryoungest’s request.
It’s just that… Kei hadn’t quite factored in the part abouthow uncomfortable it could be to cuddle. He feels a bit silly for not thinkingabout it, considering that both he and Tadashi are tall and lanky with sharpelbows and knees.
But he hadn’t thought about it one bit. All he’d worriedabout was that this was their first at-home date since they’d both stumbledthrough confessing their feelings. Everything else was highly scripted andboring in retrospect—dinner, movies, walks in the park—but they’d beennerve-wracking enough that Kei had dropped ice-cream all over Tadashi on theirfirst date. (The second one, he walked too close and stepped on Tadashi’s shoelace, tripping them both. The third was inadvertently crashed by Hinata andKageyama, which spurred the invitation to Kei’s house for a movie night.)
He’d really wanted to get this right and have a cute, nondisastrous date.
And it could have been one!
Except his hand is starting to tingle. It’s not like Kei’suncomfortable, though—far from it. Sure, there had been some awkwardnessgetting situated, long limbs and pointed elbows in the way, but Kei wascomfortable with Tadashi’s back to his chest, his cheek on Kei’s forearm.
Kei wiggles just a little, Tadashi’s hair tickling his nose.
“Whassamatter?” Tadashi yawns, leaning back further againstKei.
Kei feels his face warm, stomach flipping into his mouth;Tadashi’s too embarrassingly cute, and Kei definitely can’t let the tingling inhis fingers ruin this. “Nothing,” he says.
“Mmkay,” Tadashi mumbles, nuzzling his cheek against thecrook of Kei’s elbow, abandoning all pretenses at watching the movie in orderto snuggle against Kei.
Kei rests his chin on Tadashi’s head, curling and uncurlinghis fingers slowly to keep the buzzing feeling away. It doesn’t really help, sohe stops. “Are you sleeping?” “Snore, snore,” Tadashi mumbles against the crook of Kei’s elbow.
Kei huffs, part sigh and part laughter. He slides his thumbslowly under the hem of Tadashi’s shirt, rubbing slow circles against thewarmth of Tadashi’s skin. “I see,” he murmurs.
Tadashi doesn’t answer—Kei supposes he’s too busy pretendingto be asleep. Despite the even breaths and general stillness of his boyfriend,Kei knows Tadashi’s not asleep from the way Tadashi deliberately wiggles everytime Kei stops the slow pattern of his thumb and the curve of Tadashi’s lipsagainst skin.
It’s incredibly endearing. Kei would be content to sit andplay the game all night, honestly. He’s started to inch his hand up higher eachtime Tadashi wiggles in protest; each time, Tadashi presses his face closer,muffling quiet giggles.
Kei can’t feel his hand anymore—or rather, he feels the lackof sensation like a cramp. Tadashi shifts, and suddenly his hand is all pinsand needles and pain, and he really can’t take it anymore. “Ah… Yamaguchi,” hesays, face coloring in embarrassment. “I’m sorry… but my hand’s asleep. Can you move?”
“Oops, sorry, Tsukki,” Tadashi murmurs, rolling off of Kei’shand. He sits up slowly, frowning as Kei grunts and presses his thumb into hispalm. “... Is it really that bad? Tsukki,” he scolds. “Say something next time.”
Kei scowls up at Tadashi, “I didn’t want to ruin the mood,”he complains.
Tadashi makes a show of rolling his eyes before curling nextto Kei, knees knocking together painfully. “Ok, put your arm over my head this time—andsay something.”
Kei laughs at Tadashi’s serious tone and pout, lettingTadashi arrange them so they’re nose-to-nose. “You’re not even watching themovie.”
“Neither are you.”
Kei smirks, delicately wiggling the last of the static painfrom his fingers; maybe the date wasn’t ruined after all.