tsukishima pov.
i wake up to birds singing outside the window and sunlight streaming in.
"good morning, tsukki," you whisper.
"morning," i yawn sleepily.
i had an amazing dream. it was us in the future, married. we adopted a child and had a puppy. i can't wait for it to become reality.
i want to grow old with you and be there with you until i die.
as we lay in a comfortable silence for a moment, i realise how hungry i am.
"what to do you want for breakfast?" i ask.
"whatever you want," you respond.
i've noticed you've taken a liking to a certain food in particular, all though it's not completely to my liking, i don't mind it with enough syrup and sugar.
"how's oatmeal sound?"
YOU ARE READING
i promise, i'm trying.
Roman pour Adolescentsa tsukiyama story. lowercase intended. this story is vaguely based off of the song: i promise i'm trying // cavetown. the story is told through inner monologue/thoughts unless speech is further indicated in case my way of writing is found confusing...
