Infectious || IwaOi

25.

Once again, the crappy writing enters the stage  <(＿　＿)>

Tsukiyama momento incoming cuz yeye (not the creep from Tokyo Ghoul)

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The day was a bit gray, clouds hung heavily on the sky and the streets were quite sparse. There were many children and adults alike walking up and down, all clad differently, having somewhere to be at.

Yet all the focus was on one disinterested person in a lone chamber.

The blond was in his room in his grey apartment that was conveniently close to the gym; he had just walked home from there.

His hair was soaked from the shower he'd taken and his glasses were absent, revealing his amber iris' and the soft dark indents his glasses left him.

He'd come from a practise match; his team the Sendai Frogs against a couple of coaches and trainers - it had been biased in a way, they had way more skill and experience and they connected in a way that spoke to them in something that transcended mere words.

Sendai Frogs had lost - miserably. The team of coaches and trainers pulverised them, but it was fun nonetheless. Tsukishima had even got to try out new blocking techniques that day.

The blonde took a deep breath; he was seated on the floor next to his bed, a soft colour palette of various violets and beiges adorned his room and was inhabited by trophies, medals, books, toys and so many other things.

His gaze caught a certain soft green plushie a little bit away from him; it was a metre tall fluff of a dinosaur, a present from his boyfriend a few years ago.

He grabbed hold of it by its leg and put it under his chin, feeling the softness of it beneath his arms; it wasn't just the fact that it was a dinosaur that made him feel happy.

It was the fact that it kind of resembled his boyfriend; the green colour, the freckles, the blush...

A tiny but sharp prickle came from within his chest and he sighed, the feeling of loneliness he so detested threatening to envelope and ruin his mood so far.

He bowed his head, just as his phone buzzed, he picked it up and got to his feet in a frenzy. Hastily sliding his feet into his slippers. He blindly made his way out of the corridor of his house and into the parlour.

A squint into the peephole for confirmation and Tsukishima threw open the door, the sight of a grinning freckled boy welcomed him and out there in the entrance. He embraced him, pulling him into himself, breathing in his scent and evoking once again everything that was familiar about the boy in his arms.

He's here, he's here, he's here, he's here....

"T-Tsukkie." The boy mumbled, giggling a little.

"Tadashi." He pulled back and looked into the eyes of the only one he loved.

"Tsukkie, I'm home." He punctuated with his signature blinding smile, reminding the tall blond once more of love, warmth and childhood.

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"Hehhh, do we have to?" The blonde wailed and pouted, his hands on his tablet, listlessly reading a document.

"Yes, Tsukki," Tadashi was on the bed behind him, his hands rubbing his boyfriend's curled up locks that held water with a white towel, the blonde leaned back between his knees.