yamaguchi pov.
we head into the kitchen, the morning light pouring in through the window above the sink. you head to the pantry and grab the container of oats and i go to grab bowls.
i sit on one of the stools at the island and watch you as you pour the oats into the bowls, humming a song i can't quite put a name too. i can't help but smile a little. i want every morning to be like this.
i suddenly feel my eyes begin to water. i'm such a crybaby, what's wrong with me? i quickly wipe my eyes, trying to hide the fact that it's barely eight a.m. with no direct reason for me to be crying, yet here we are. i lightly sniff, causing you to glance up to me and your song stops.
"what's wrong?" you rush over to me.
"nothing, i'm okay, tsukki," i answer.
you wipe tears from my eyes and hug me. i feel my eyes begin to water again.
"i love you," i say.
a brief moment of silence fills the kitchen.
"i love you too, tadashi," you respond.
"i'm okay," i say, hating how shakey my voice sounds.
"okay," you kiss my forehead lightly.
you continue humming as you go to the counter to continue making our breakfast. i can't help but smile.
YOU ARE READING
i promise, i'm trying.
Teen Fictiona 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...
