Inevitable || tsukiyama au

CHAPTER 17.

DISCLAIMER: This is a very short chapter, to get me back into writing without any rush. I am sorry, and hope you still enjoy.I missed you guys.

- "Moe ! Yeah, hi. So for the firework tonight? When are we meeting up? ... What do you mean? ... Fuck, did I? ... Shit, shit, shit, well... Yeah I get it. ... It sucks but don't worry. I'll find someone. See you."

Yamaguchi sighed as they hung up the phone. What were they going to do now?

- "What's up?" Tsukishima asked, never far from them.

- "Remember that firework I told you about? The one I was supposed to go see with Moe tonight?" Yamaguchi asked, standing up.

- "Yeah?"

- "I gave her the wrong date, and she's not available tonight."

- "You're an idiot."

- "For once, I agree." Yamaguchi approved, before disappearing in the bedroom.

Tsukishima followed them inside and started taking his shirt off.

- "What are you doing now?" Yamaguchi asked, feigning embarrassment but not looking away.

- "I can wear one once in a while." he said, undressing his pajama pants. This time, Yamaguchi looked away.

- "Wear what?" they inquired, staring at the floor.

- "A yukata. Eri bought you one too, right? Get ready." he answered, rummaging their shared dresser.

He searched for a minute that felt like forever, before handing them the garment and closing the bathroom door behind him. Tadashi finally looked up, shook their head and got dressed.

Tsukishima came out a minute later, which this time felt like a second. Unsurprisingly, he looked magnificent. The dark-blue yukata hung to his body the way it did on models, and they tried not to stare at his open cleavage for too long. How was it possible for a man to look this good on his own?

Yamaguchi was too concerned with hiding their admiration that they themselves didn't notice the look on their roommate's face, or the way he instantly went a nice shade of pink after seeing them in their patterned yukata for the first time. He coughed, reluctantly dragged his eyes back to their face, before turning darker and looking away. Yamaguchi went through a similar process.

- "I see that such well-made clothes can make even the most average of people look good." the blonde muttered, though his tone didn't sound quite as mocking as he meant it to be.

- "Shut up." Yamaguchi answered, barely a whisper.

They both looked up for a second, startled each other, and looked back down.

- "Shall we?" Yamaguchi said after a while of flooring contemplation.

They awkwardly walked to the door, hesitated in front of it, both reached for the handle, before stepping back. Yamaguchi started talking.

- "Sorr-"

- "Just go." Tsukishima answered, not letting them finish.

But before they could, a knock made itself heard from the other side of the door.

- "Delivery service!" a voice announced.

- "Just a second!" Yamaguchi answered, then, lower "Did you order anything?"

- "No. Did you?" their roommate answered, barely audible.

Yamaguchi shrugged, before grabbing the handle. As soon as the door opened, their eyebrows shot up.