[Tsukki bats away the hand and clambers up. Safely out of attack range, he slides the glasses on. Bringing the mess into order. As much as possible, anyway. He knows his eyes and face are red, they're aching from the strain. Oh well. It's not getting fixed right now.
Maybe that's okay.
The streetlights hum, turning the world warmer and Suga's hair to gold.]
You're welcome. [Suga gives one of Tsukki's hands a light squeeze, then steps inside to let Tsukki call his mother in peace, leaving the door open a crack for when he's done.
Kenzo's little form is visible through the archway that leads to the kitchen, sitting at the island with a glass of juice and drawing circles and lines in one of his musical notation notebooks. All that talk about sibling mistakes apparently still has Suga feeling some kind of way, because he's immediately compelled to walk up behind Kenzo and wrap both arms around him, cheek resting on his fluffy hair.]
[In a few minutes, they'll hear the sound of footsteps. The bathroom door sliding shut.
Tsukki emerges when there's a call for dinner. Back in his school uniform. It was either that or the gym gear, and he's not meeting Suga's parents smelling like a trash can. Unfortunately nothing can be done about the puffiness. Oh well. Glasses and politeness should hide it.]
[All things considered, dinner goes really well. He may just be imagining it, but Suga feels like his parents are observing Tsukki a bit more closely than they do most of his friends - maybe it's just because he's suddenly appeared despite being a teammate for for the whole year, or maybe because his reserved, formal manner is so unlike most of Suga's friends that they've met. Maybe Kenzo's obvious fondness for Tsukki is the surprising aspect of this whole thing.
Or maybe Suga's adoration for the boy is just written so nakedly across his face that his parents will eventually have some questions for him. Whatever the case, this feels more like inviting his boyfriend to dinner with his parents than it should, considering they're meant to have no idea Tsukki is any such thing.
It goes well, but all things considered, it's a relief when they're able to steal away to Suga's room afterward.]
My dad's so embarrassing, [Suga sighs as he flops onto his bed, shaking his head up at the ceiling.] I wish I could go back in time and assassinate whoever taught him the expression "tall drink of water."
[As if that's not the sort of thing Suga himself would call Tsukki without batting an eyelash.]
[Tsukki sits down next to Suga. Waiting for it to feel weird, being in his room. Especially after the dramatics from earlier.
It isn't.
Maybe it was dinner. Everybody just talking as if they liked each other, which they probably do. All so domestic, and normal, and so different than Tsukki's house.]
[It takes some maneuvering. The bed wasn't built for two people, especially one pushing 195 cm. When Tsukki finally gets a comfortable position, he's lying on his side. Long legs pressing against Suga's. Awkward, but not bad.
For a minute, he just lies there. Absorbing this new arrangement. Then reaches to brush a strand of hair from Suga's cheek, tucking it behind his ear.]
[Such a light touch, and yet its tenderness sends pleasant ripples of warmth all the way to Suga's toes. His eyelids flutter but don't quite slip shut, and he catches Tsukki's hand to pull that long arm around him, encouraging rather than insistent.]
Do you ever just... go back over how all this happened in your mind and wonder how on earth we missed so much for so long?
Nah, definitely not modest, at least not these days. He's feeling pretty smug.
[His smile slowly slipping from his face and a new intensity sparking in his eyes, Suga reaches for Tsukki's glasses. If there's no objection, he'll carefully lift them off Tsukki's face, fold them, and set them on his bedside table, then pull himself up higher in the embrace so that they're nose to nose, forehead to forehead.
No funny business, he said, but he's sneaking closer with every moment.]
[There really was a lot of breaking today, and yet Suga feels perfectly at peace lying here with Tsukki. He can put the pieces together as many times as it takes, and he knows Tsukki will be there to do the same for him in his own quiet, steady way.]
Don't worry, I won't shout it from the bleachers at your games next year or anything. It's just for you. [Suga rests his hand over Tsukki's.] Sweetheart.
[The sound of Suga's given name on Tsukki's lips pulls him out of the warm, honeyed haze that's been taking hold of him since they laid down together and launches him into the dizzy excitement so easily stirred up in the early days of a relationship.]
Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course! [Sure enough, Suga's sappiness is through the roof now.] Could you say it once more...? It sounds so nice...
[It is one thing to know Sug - Koushi - is attractive. Bright and pretty, zipping from one interaction to another. This version is so different. He's flustered. Tripping over his own words. There's only one word for the state.
[Immediately, Suga wants to hide his face in his hands - but he doesn't want to pull away even a fraction of a millimeter from Tsukki, so he has no choice but to marinate in the moment and let his dear, dear boyfriend watch him squirm with embarrassed, agonized delight.]
Aaaaaaagh no, not my own medicine! How could you turn it on me like this??
[There's only one thing he can do, and that's distract Tsukki with another kiss. For whatever reason, he doesn't feel inclined to ask if he can use the name Kei, at least not yet... the fact that he was given permission for Tsukki, unlike all the people who just claimed the nickname away from him and Yamaguchi, feels intimate enough.]
Determined not to lose, Tsukki returns the kiss. Giving as good as he gets. With the bed so small, one of them's probably going to end up on top of the other...]
[While Suga meets Tsukki's escalation with equal eagerness, tongue sliding into his mouth and one hand winding into his hair, he just hasn't got enough of an aggressive streak to push back when Tsukki starts to move into his space. Bit by bit, Suga capitulates until he finally lands on his back with Tsukki's body looming over him.
The fact that Tsukki's on top of him barely registers, though, because he's much too lost in the hot, wet tangle of their tongues.]
God, he hopes they weren't making noise, were they making noise?! He pushes up. Trying to roll off Koushi without hitting the floor. His limbs are both too light and too heavy, instincts thrown sideways by the chemicals rushing around.]
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No idea???? BAD DW.
[Tsukki bats away the hand and clambers up. Safely out of attack range, he slides the glasses on. Bringing the mess into order. As much as possible, anyway. He knows his eyes and face are red, they're aching from the strain. Oh well. It's not getting fixed right now.
Maybe that's okay.
The streetlights hum, turning the world warmer and Suga's hair to gold.]
Thanks.
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You're welcome. [Suga gives one of Tsukki's hands a light squeeze, then steps inside to let Tsukki call his mother in peace, leaving the door open a crack for when he's done.
Kenzo's little form is visible through the archway that leads to the kitchen, sitting at the island with a glass of juice and drawing circles and lines in one of his musical notation notebooks. All that talk about sibling mistakes apparently still has Suga feeling some kind of way, because he's immediately compelled to walk up behind Kenzo and wrap both arms around him, cheek resting on his fluffy hair.]
I emerge from the dEPTHS
Tsukki emerges when there's a call for dinner. Back in his school uniform. It was either that or the gym gear, and he's not meeting Suga's parents smelling like a trash can. Unfortunately nothing can be done about the puffiness. Oh well. Glasses and politeness should hide it.]
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Or maybe Suga's adoration for the boy is just written so nakedly across his face that his parents will eventually have some questions for him. Whatever the case, this feels more like inviting his boyfriend to dinner with his parents than it should, considering they're meant to have no idea Tsukki is any such thing.
It goes well, but all things considered, it's a relief when they're able to steal away to Suga's room afterward.]
My dad's so embarrassing, [Suga sighs as he flops onto his bed, shaking his head up at the ceiling.] I wish I could go back in time and assassinate whoever taught him the expression "tall drink of water."
[As if that's not the sort of thing Suga himself would call Tsukki without batting an eyelash.]
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[Tsukki sits down next to Suga. Waiting for it to feel weird, being in his room. Especially after the dramatics from earlier.
It isn't.
Maybe it was dinner. Everybody just talking as if they liked each other, which they probably do. All so domestic, and normal, and so different than Tsukki's house.]
Your parents are okay.
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I'm pretty lucky. Even if I complain sometimes, I know there are way, way worse families out there.
[Then he wriggles his way around to lie down properly on the bed and turns to face Tsukki, patting the space in front of him.]
C'mere? No funny business, I promise. I just... want you close right now.
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[It takes some maneuvering. The bed wasn't built for two people, especially one pushing 195 cm. When Tsukki finally gets a comfortable position, he's lying on his side. Long legs pressing against Suga's. Awkward, but not bad.
For a minute, he just lies there. Absorbing this new arrangement. Then reaches to brush a strand of hair from Suga's cheek, tucking it behind his ear.]
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Do you ever just... go back over how all this happened in your mind and wonder how on earth we missed so much for so long?
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Not really.
Someone told me to give my past self a break, remember?
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Good advice. They sound like a really smart, caring, sexy person.
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You forgot modest.
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[His smile slowly slipping from his face and a new intensity sparking in his eyes, Suga reaches for Tsukki's glasses. If there's no objection, he'll carefully lift them off Tsukki's face, fold them, and set them on his bedside table, then pull himself up higher in the embrace so that they're nose to nose, forehead to forehead.
No funny business, he said, but he's sneaking closer with every moment.]
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Tsukki wonders if this is something you get used to, being treated like you're important. Or like you'll break.
Well.
There was a lot of breaking today.]
Hey, Suga?
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[There really was a lot of breaking today, and yet Suga feels perfectly at peace lying here with Tsukki. He can put the pieces together as many times as it takes, and he knows Tsukki will be there to do the same for him in his own quiet, steady way.]
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[Another piece coming into place.]
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Tsukki will probably be able to feel the heat rise in Suga's face. "Sweetheart" is his dad's pet name for his mom.]
Oh... yeah, well... I'm open to feedback if that doesn't work for you...?
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[He reaches out. Tracing the mole on Suga's cheek.]
So... I'm fine with it.
Not with other people. Just with you.
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Don't worry, I won't shout it from the bleachers at your games next year or anything. It's just for you. [Suga rests his hand over Tsukki's.] Sweetheart.
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Then Tsukki closes the distance between their mouths. It's getting easier, the kissing. Especially with Suga being such a sap. Or...]
Can I use 'Koushi'?
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Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course! [Sure enough, Suga's sappiness is through the roof now.] Could you say it once more...? It sounds so nice...
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[It is one thing to know Sug - Koushi - is attractive. Bright and pretty, zipping from one interaction to another. This version is so different. He's flustered. Tripping over his own words. There's only one word for the state.
Tsukki smirks.]
You're really cute, Koushi.
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Aaaaaaagh no, not my own medicine! How could you turn it on me like this??
[There's only one thing he can do, and that's distract Tsukki with another kiss. For whatever reason, he doesn't feel inclined to ask if he can use the name Kei, at least not yet... the fact that he was given permission for Tsukki, unlike all the people who just claimed the nickname away from him and Yamaguchi, feels intimate enough.]
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[Further snark is derailed.
Determined not to lose, Tsukki returns the kiss. Giving as good as he gets. With the bed so small, one of them's probably going to end up on top of the other...]
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The fact that Tsukki's on top of him barely registers, though, because he's much too lost in the hot, wet tangle of their tongues.]
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[All at once, Tsukki breaks the kiss. Eyes wide.
Koushi's parents are right downstairs.
God, he hopes they weren't making noise, were they making noise?! He pushes up. Trying to roll off Koushi without hitting the floor. His limbs are both too light and too heavy, instincts thrown sideways by the chemicals rushing around.]
Sorry - Geeze - Sorry.
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