Tsukishima blatantly stares at the beauty in front of him. Yamaguchi's hair is unruly as ever, the tips of those two flyaway strands fluttering in the gentle breeze.
"You're in a dress," he plainly states, like it isn't obvious. The dainty little red dress looks fierce on him.
"I am!" Yamaguchi grins. "Asahi-san helped me choose it! Do you like it, Tsukki?"
Tsukishima nods, "I love that."
"I got matching heels, too!" Yamaguchi gives a twirl in order to show off his red heels. "My first time wearing them!" It's true, Tsukishima has noticed how Yamaguchi's posture is a bit awkward, like he's still not used to those.
"They're pretty," Tsukishima extends a hand, holding the picnic basket tight in the other.
Yamaguchi takes his hand and slips his fingers between his own, humming an excited, "Thanks!"
You ask your friend on a picnic date to the local park and said friend turns up in a cute dress and heels.
Tsukishima holds his friend's hand a bit tighter than usual, that's for sure. He also thinks back on that black skirt he secretly tries on at home sometimes. It barely comes down to the middle of his thighs, fuzzy golden brown hair covering the rest of his legs as far as he can see in the mirror.
The hair doesn't bother Tsukishima. It's him after all. The hair is him as much as the skirt is.
"Tadashi?" He takes a paper napkin to wipe the side of Yamaguchi's mouth that is smeared with the grease from his fries.
"Hm?" Yamaguchi pays him no mind and keeps on munching on the ham sandwich Tsukishima had made this morning before leaving.
Another soft breeze blows, and Tsukishima lets it pass before he says quietly, "Do you feel good?" He eyes the dress.
"I do!" Yamaguchi smiles through a mouthful of his sandwich.
Tsukishima can't see his own face, but he knows his smile now matches Yamaguchi's.
Maybe, just maybe, wearing the skirt outside can feel good, too.
If you think I'm paying attention to online classes, no, I'm not. I'm drawing Yamaguchi in a skirt instead.
