You're Beautiful

The Fateful Encounter

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"You look like you've had a long day," says Kuroo with a cheeky smile as he slides a drink across the counter. "This one's on the house."

With a weary smile, Tsukishima Kei gratefully accepts the drink he always gets without a care. Knocking the drink back, he relaxes as the bitter, hot liquid slides down his throat. Setting the glass on the counter with one hand, he uses the other hand to swipe his wallet out of his pocket. Immediately afterward he orders another round of the same drink at the same bar that he goes to after a tough day at work. Luckily, his best friend Kuroo holds no judgments towards his drinking antics. An action like that may seem unalpha to some but Tsukishima couldn't care less as he again downs the glass in one go.

After setting the cash on the counter, Tsukishima bluntly thanks Kuroo while ignoring the flirtatious look a woman to his left sends his way as he prepares to leave. If only the poor girl knew that he wasn't straight and he was in fact gay. Like, really gay. He almost felt bad for her, but that would be a big step forward for Tsukishima.

"Tsuki you're looking flushed, do you have a fever?" Kuroo asks with feigned concern, fully knowing that Tsukishima had a bit too much to drink. Tsukishima rolls his eyes as he ignores Kuroo's comment, too out of it to have a snarky remark, and replies "I'm heading out, I'll see you tomorrow." Kuroo just laughs silently to himself as he says "Alright, but really be careful on your way home. You're not as sober as you think you are." Smirking, Tsukishima says "Yes Mom." 

Checking his phone, he sees an email from his boss. Even when he's not in the office, his boss finds ways to piss him off. With a tsk, he ignores the man's long, passive-aggressive email by shoving his phone into his pocket, slinging his work bag over his shoulder, and stalking out of the bar.

The brisk, cool air hits him hard as he attempts to not sway from the one too many drinks he may have had. Zipping up his grey jacket, Tsukishima begins walking towards the station in an attempt to catch the last train home. It's a clear December night as Tsukishima gazes up at the moonlit sky, his hot breath forming clouds around him. Lightly jogging down the stairs and through the station, Tsukishima sees the subway doors about to close. Breaking into a sprint, Tsukishima narrowly slides his way through the closing doors as he just barely makes it onto the train.

With the train being so crowded at this time of night, Tsukishima looks for an open space towards the center of the train to stand. Already dreading the long trip home, Tsukishima wished his stop wasn't the last station.

Tsukishima had never been more grateful to be tall and alpha like. It made shoving through people easier.

In the process of weaving through relatively squished bodies, Tsukishima didn't realize he had stumbled into someone until he heard a high pitched squeal. Acting out of reflex, Tsukishima swiftly grips the arm of a young man who was about to take a tumble to the ground. However, due to his non-sober state, Tsukishima began to lose his balance again. In an attempt to keep himself and the man below him from falling to the ground, Tsukishima throws his other arm around his waist, dipping lower as they finally stabilize.

The first thing Tsukishima notices about the man is his hair. I mean - that hair. It was a bright orange that seemed to glow and looked wickedly soft, windswept like he'd spent the entire day running.

Next were his bright, amber eyes, wide with surprise in a round, small sweet face. And OH GOD his face. Innocence plastered all over his slightly agape mouth, chest rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath from his almost-crash to the hard floor of the subway. Hah, like Tsukishima would've let that happen to this small male.