{ 𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚔𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊/ 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊}
• Just a short story about Tsukishima's longing to make the perfect daisy chain for the perfect boy.
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Tsukishima looked down at the fallen petal, disgust written over his pale features. Softly, he pu...
He wanted to shout out all his frustrations and emotions into that small hole in the daisy's stem, but the indent was small and delicate and the daisy would certainly break if he did. He'd break it, like the self-destructive man he is.
Tsukishima furrowed his brows as he dug his chewed down nail into the stem of the daisy, trying to burrow through and create a hole big enough for the other daisy to go through.
He'd already broken fifteen daisies, but this had to be perfect.
Tsukishima let out a 'Tch' as he, yet again, broke the daisy. He threw it to the ground, frustration gnawing in his brain and pricking tears into his eyes.
He cursed the daisies.
"No! Tsukki! You've got to be more gentle!"
Yamaguchi picked up the dismantled flower and held it in the palm of his hand before reaching over to Tsukishima and sliding it between the temple of Tsukishima's glasses and the temple of his head.
A wilting daisy stuck out from the side of his head, tickling his eyebrow slightly as Yamaguchi beamed at him.
Oh how perfect that beautiful greenette looked, laughing and smiling and surrounded by the very flowers he loves the most.
Truly a sight to see.
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The sun was setting on their day, so they decided to walk home.
Tsukishima noticed the turn in the roads coming up where him and Yamaguchi would have to part ways so he hurriedly, yet delicately, pulled the daisy from it's resting place, wedged between his head and his glasses, and reached for Yamaguchi's hand.
Yamaguchi jumped slightly, startled at the sudden interaction and physical touch of his best friend. Tsukishima bought up Yamaguchi's palm and placed the daisy in it.
"I know it's not a chain but...here."
Tsukishima didn't even give Yamaguchi time to respond as he made the turn, walking down the street to his house
Yamaguchi stood still, gaze on the daisy as his cheeks lit up with a pink tint.
He didn't need a chain. This would do.
Well...
Untill that flower dies, that is.
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Tsukishima:
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