Yamaguchi was excited. It wasn't often that Tsukishima agreed to go out to a place as crowded as a club. Sure, he went out with his other friends and had fun, but it wasn't the same as hanging out with Tsukishima. They had been best friends since they had met in elementary school.
Their group stood outside, waiting in line to get into the club; the beat from the music inside was loud enough to be heard outside. Yamaguchi looked up at Tsukishima who stood next to him. He wore a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt with the black print of a tyrannosaurus skeleton on the front. The shirt had been a gift from Yamaguchi a few years ago for Christmas and it made him happy to see he still wore it.
Tsukishima looked away from Yamaguchi's phone which he held in his hand and looked down at the slightly shorter male with a raised brow. He had given his own phone to Haruhisa when they had dropped him off at the Sawamura home. Yamaguchi had told Tsukishima he could keep his phone on him in case Haruhisa needed to contact him; the boy knew that it was the best number to text if he needed anything.
"What?" Tsukishima asked as their group finally made it inside the club and could take off their coats as they waited in the shorter line to pay for entrance and get their wrist bands.
"Nothing." Yamaguchi smiled as he slipped out of his coat and Tsukishima looked down at his shirt, almost as if he had forgotten what he was wearing, before looking back at Yamaguchi. "Of course, I do. It's my favorite shirt," he started very matter-of-factly.
Yamaguchi was grateful that the lighting inside the club was darker, and with the constant changing colors he was sure his friend couldn't see him blush at the comment.
"Did you get fashion advice from Asahi?"
"Huh?" Yamaguchi looked down at his outfit – faded blue jeans, and an off-white t-shirt under a steel blue vest which was left unbuttoned. "Does it look weird?" He was anxious to know the answer.
"No," he replied simply as their group stepped up to the counter. "You look good."
Once again Yamaguchi was extremely thankful for the club lighting to hide his very red cheeks.
"Welcome to Niji Hikari!" the front desk employee greeted as she flipped her bright blonde and pink hair behind her shoulder. "Once you've paid here, step over to the wristband booth and pick your color, and you'll be able to enter the club." She motioned to the other employee, a man with dark spiky hair and multiple piercings in his ears, who was handing out wristbands to patrons before allowing them to enter the club.
On the wall behind him was a large board with a title written in blocky text and vibrant, rainbow colors that read:
CHOOSE YOUR COLOR!
Beneath the title was a paragraph explaining the clubs wrist bands followed by a list of what each color meant:
Choose your wristband color based on your preference in partners. Don't forget to always have your wristband visible for others to see!
Blue – Interested in men
Green – Interested in men but open to other partners
Yellow – Bisexual
Orange – Interested in women but open to other partners
Red – Interested in women
Purple – Asexual
Black – In a relationship
White – Open for anything!
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Love is not Extinct
RomanceTwo years ago Tsukishima Kei thought that he had his whole life figured out. But with a single phone call everything changed. For better or for worse this twenty-four year old man was living a life he never had expected. But the twists and turns of...
