[Some time later there's a knock on the door. If they hadn't shared a handful of shy, nervous kisses when they started dating, Kunimi would probably be worried about whether or not he could keep his cool, but now - every bit of affectionate contact with Tsukishima, even exchanging certain types of looks, leaves him with flocks of butterflies in his stomach and chest.
In many ways, he feels as though his experience meter has been reset because of the simple fact that he likes Tsukishima so damn much.]
[Tsukki pulls the door open. New headphones slung around his neck.
And stares.
Kunimi is... pretty. There's no other word for it. The white of falling snow sets off all the darks of him. The hair, the eyes. Then the wind gusts. Winding threads of silver over the scene, like some kind of shoujo manga. It should be ridiculous. Even hokey. No way Tsukki's saying any of that out loud.
If he could even say anything. Words are hard all of a sudden.
He swallows.]
H-Hey.
[Shit. Cold. Right. He steps aside to let Kunimi in.]
[Everything's so different now. Tsukishima used to look at Kunimi in a mostly speculative way, always gauging and considering (when any reaction showed at all), but now there's no mistaking the hearts in his eyes. He starts slightly nervous and gets deeply nervous the moment he takes Kunimi in.
Kunimi wishes he could feel smugly satisfied about that, but his reaction is pretty much identical. There's something striking about how giant Tsukishima looks in a doorway, his body confined in a fixed frame that leaves no room for perspective to hide the truth. Kunimi rarely feels dwarfed by anybody but Tsukishima manages it, and his heart starts to race at the idea of lying draped over all. that. Tsukki.]
Hey. [With a crooked grin, he steps inside and strips off his many layers of winter gear - all but the gloves.] Can I borrow your warm hands for a sec? My cheeks and ears actually hurt.
[Judging by the angry red colour of both spots, he's not lying. The wind was not kind to his skin.]
[Even with the snark, he's already moving. Pressing both hands over Kunimi's ears. Then cheeks. It is intimate but also practical. A lot easier to deal with, as far as Tsukki's concerned. He rubs gently. Trying to get the blood flowing.]
Seriously. If you wore hats, this wouldn't happen.
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Date: 2020-12-26 08:00 pm (UTC)see that was the opposite of dirty
kinda
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Date: 2020-12-28 11:16 pm (UTC)youre usually more difficult about things
now im on my way
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Date: 2020-12-28 11:22 pm (UTC)STILL no ankle for you
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Date: 2020-12-28 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-28 11:29 pm (UTC)Don't forget your new gloves!
[Because YOU'RE one to talk!]
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Date: 2020-12-28 11:33 pm (UTC)[Some time later there's a knock on the door. If they hadn't shared a handful of shy, nervous kisses when they started dating, Kunimi would probably be worried about whether or not he could keep his cool, but now - every bit of affectionate contact with Tsukishima, even exchanging certain types of looks, leaves him with flocks of butterflies in his stomach and chest.
In many ways, he feels as though his experience meter has been reset because of the simple fact that he likes Tsukishima so damn much.]
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Date: 2020-12-29 01:30 am (UTC)And stares.
Kunimi is... pretty. There's no other word for it. The white of falling snow sets off all the darks of him. The hair, the eyes. Then the wind gusts. Winding threads of silver over the scene, like some kind of shoujo manga. It should be ridiculous. Even hokey. No way Tsukki's saying any of that out loud.
If he could even say anything. Words are hard all of a sudden.
He swallows.]
H-Hey.
[Shit. Cold. Right. He steps aside to let Kunimi in.]
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Date: 2020-12-29 01:46 am (UTC)Kunimi wishes he could feel smugly satisfied about that, but his reaction is pretty much identical. There's something striking about how giant Tsukishima looks in a doorway, his body confined in a fixed frame that leaves no room for perspective to hide the truth. Kunimi rarely feels dwarfed by anybody but Tsukishima manages it, and his heart starts to race at the idea of lying draped over all. that. Tsukki.]
Hey. [With a crooked grin, he steps inside and strips off his many layers of winter gear - all but the gloves.] Can I borrow your warm hands for a sec? My cheeks and ears actually hurt.
[Judging by the angry red colour of both spots, he's not lying. The wind was not kind to his skin.]
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Date: 2020-12-29 12:35 pm (UTC)[Even with the snark, he's already moving. Pressing both hands over Kunimi's ears. Then cheeks. It is intimate but also practical. A lot easier to deal with, as far as Tsukki's concerned. He rubs gently. Trying to get the blood flowing.]
Seriously. If you wore hats, this wouldn't happen.