#tsukidai

[rarepairgremlin]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

“Aren’t they with you?”

Glancing down to his side he was met with an annoyed looking middle-aged woman. His eyes swept over her for a moment, taking in her tapping foot and the hands on her hips before he looked back in the direction of the idiots she was no doubt referring to. Lifting his cup to his lips he hid his smile by tasking a long sip.

“Nope.”

[stacysmash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Daichi x Tsukishima Rating: General WC: 2462

Tsukishima didn’t need to glance at his phone for the directions, he had memorized them easily before he had even left Miyagi. Though he’d never spent much time wandering different sections of Tokyo, he allowed his instincts and memory to work in tandem as he focused on other things. Things such as glancing in the shop windows to check his reflection and taking deep breaths to calm his nerves.

This was nothing, just visiting an old senpai who was already living here to get some good advice. He had already put in extensive research on apartments surrounding his university, so he already had a good understanding of where he’d like to live. Unfortunately, Sugawara had paid a visit to his kohai and dragged them to a coffee shop after classes to hear their plans. He was the one with the idea of him meeting up with the one person Tsukishima knew he shouldn’t. It’s been years and he’s moved forward from his ridiculous crush on his old captain. What was he afraid of?

He lifted his chin and continued down the sidewalk, enjoying the vast height difference between him and the pedestrians giving him a wide berth. He paused when he caught sight of the right apartment building, the familiar numbers causing his pulse to race and a sickening feeling to grip into his stomach. Perhaps he was more nervous than he thought, but no one needed to know. Especially not Yamaguchi with the odd look he gave them when he decided to go through with it. What did he know?

Tsukishima subtly checked his breath against his palm as he entered the building. There was nothing wrong with that, why would he greet a senpai with bad breath? It seemed fine but he fished a breath mint out for good measure and popped it into his mouth. He had crunched it into oblivion by the time he reached the second flight of stairs and wished his sweaty palms would feel as cool as his mouth suddenly did.

No big deal… no big deal… no big deal...

His mantra repeated in his head at the speed of his heartbeat, which was fluttering so erratically he was worried he was having an arrhythmia. He was Tsukishima Kei, he didn’t get flustered over anything. People cowered from his stern gaze and sharp words, a reaction that was incredibly satisfying to himself. This was different, though. He was different.

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[nalyvia]

Daichi é tão armozinho ♥♥

[tsukiharu]

Ok so

attempt to spread my rare ships' love

starring Tsukishima Kei x Sawamura Daichi !

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