HEADPHONES ‧ k.tsukishima

𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬;

'Jeez Yams, I don't get how you see shit with these lights in your face.' Tsukki sipped at his drink and sunk further into the couch.

Bright purple lights reflected off his smooth black tuxedo and, despite the irritation evident on his face, Tsukki had the whole club sneaking glances at him. His blonde hair was lightly curled and hanging loosely over his hollow almond eyes and his once round boyish face had grown to be defined and sallow with the beginnings of stubble dominating his chin.

Yamaguchi grinned and lit a cigarette, 'When you're up on stage, nothing matters anymore. Just you and your guitar.'

Tsukki watched impatiently as Yamaguchi took a deep puff of his cigarette.

'I thought you quit.' Tsukki raised an eyebrow and took another swig.

'Quit what?'

'Smoking. It's bad for you.'

Yamaguchi shook his silver streaked green hair and grinned, 'Nah nah. Just having a bit of fun, calm down papi.'

'Shut up. You sound like Eri.'

'Bad habit.' Yams shrugged and blew out a soft smoke ring.

Tsukki stared quietly at his half empty glass before sighing and glancing at his watch.

'You're performing in 10. You should go get your guitar.'

Yams stubbed out his cigarette and grimaced, 'Ok ok. Jeez, get off my ass mum.' 

He flashed a peace sign and walked off backstage, leaving Tsukki to keep swishing his drink round and round, lost in thought.

7 months, 15 days and 6 hours.  It was a bad habit of his, counting the days since he had last seen... Tsukki shook his head and scowled. Yams had tried to set him up on countless blind dates to get his mind off of her. But they all ended up the same. An suggestive invite back to an apartment and a polite declination. Even Eri was losing hope. She'd stopped asking him whether he was seeing someone every time she called him. Instead, she furrowed her brows for a moment before rattling on about some hot cottage core lesbian she'd seen in Walmart the other day.

Tsukki was glad she was doing better. Eri had cut her hair a little shorter so that when she pulled back her hair it'd fall out in curly almond wisps. He could see that her smile was slowly getting brighter again and her voice was picking up a hint of an American accent. He smiled briefly at the thought and downed his drink.

The purple lights dimmed, bathing the room in darkness. Then all of a sudden, a bright white light blared onto the centre of the stage. Standing there with a smug smirk plastered across his freckly face was Tadashi Yamaguchi.  He held in his slender grip a sleek white guitar that scraped against his silver rings. 

Keiji Akaashi, unbothered as ever, stood beside him with a smooth black bass. Yuji Terushima, tongue piercing displayed in all its glory, sat at the back, twirling his drumsticks. Tsukki couldn't deny it: they looked pretty badass.

Yamaguchi shrugged off his suit jacket and grinned into the microphone as the crowd cheered wildly.

'Hey Miyagi, how we doing tonight?'

The crowd yelled wildly as Yamaguchi licked his lips with a smirk. Akaashi rolled his eyes and smiled. 

'We're the Femboy Hooters. Not literally of course. Shall we get started?' Yams winked at a swooning girl in the crowd.

Tsukki watched with amusement as the whole club started chanting happily. Yamaguchi bit on his pick and tied back his hair into a makeshift bun. Green wisps fell in clouds over his kohl rimmed eyes and he flashed a peace sign at Tsukki.