Tsukishima stared at the shelf, chewing at the inside of his cheek, debating with himself. This was a stupid idea. It was Kuroo’s idea - of course it was stupid. He didn’t even know why he was entertaining the notion.
Scratch that, he did know why. It was because he hadn’t been able to sleep properly since he had moved away from Miyagi, and it was starting to wear on him. The insomnia could be caused by any number of things - homesickness, poor nutrition now that his mother wasn’t there to cook proper meals for him, stress from university, stress from work, stress from having Kuroo Tetsurou as a roommate - but the one Tsukishima was least likely to admit to was the one he feared was the most accurate. He was lonely.
Tsukishima frowned at the shelf. The shelf, impervious to his glare, did not bow.
“Oh, what the hell.”
Tsukishima caved. He grabbed one of the fluffy body pillows off of the display and shoved it into his cart. If it eased his restlessness even a little bit, it would be almost worth Kuroo never letting him live it down.
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Goodnight, Tadashi
FanfictionTsukishima buys a body pillow, and calls it Tadashi. Kuroo has an absolute field day with this information. (Art cover cr: @/bo0nngi on instagram)
