It was one of those things that had happened in an instant; Yamaguchi's been by his side for a while, now. He's been through a lot with him, seen him a lot, talked to him a lot. So it was odd. This was all really, really, really odd.
Yamaguchi was usually the one trailing with a laugh and a trill of "Sorry, Tsukki~!" and that had been some variant of the extent of their relationship, the simple side of it, but.... it seemed that wasn't the case anymore. Maybe it was one of those cases where if you're so close to something, you don't see it grow or change-- Tsukishima has no idea when Yamaguchi became so.... cool, with the ability to take the wind out of his lungs and leave him reeling, but here he goddamn was.
Tsukishima stared, for maybe a moment or a millennium, as his brain flipped through possible response like the phrases were on the cards of a rolodex; it was difficult, it really was, to come up with a response to something you don't expect. It's even harder to come up with a respond to something that's so damn perspective-changing.
After a while, though, once Tsukishima's mind snaps back into place and he can finally for another thought or two, he looks away from the confused expression on Yamaguchi's face and settles for the slightest of smiles to pull at his lips. It's funny, really, how obvious it is that Yamaguchi has no damn idea how affecting his words just were, it's like he's almost one-hundred percent expecting Tsukishima to brush him off.
Maybe that's why his eyebrows raise and his mouth pops open a bit when he sees that subtle curve of Tsukishima's lips-- because it's unexpected. That's even more amusing, Tsukishima reasons, that Yamaguchi sees himself so far removed from considering his own words that he doesn't recognize the good impact they could have-- he didn't plan out his words this time, he didn't think it through. He just said what he was thinking at the exact moment, chest heaving and fingers curled in Tsukishima's collar and eyes having some kind of fire that Tsukishima has only seen in pictures of infernos.
What more do you need than pride!
Tsukishima's smile widened just a tad, and he closed his eyes, ignoring Yamaguchi's confusion once more in favor of his own musing.
Yamaguchi's words were.... far more cool than my endless ruminating.
FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTARO, G
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It was one of those things that had happened in an instant; Yamaguchi's been by his side for a while, now. He's been through a lot with him, seen him a lot, talked to him a lot. So it was odd. This was all really, really, really odd.
Yamaguchi was usually the one trailing with a laugh and a trill of "Sorry, Tsukki~!" and that had been some variant of the extent of their relationship, the simple side of it, but.... it seemed that wasn't the case anymore. Maybe it was one of those cases where if you're so close to something, you don't see it grow or change-- Tsukishima has no idea when Yamaguchi became so.... cool, with the ability to take the wind out of his lungs and leave him reeling, but here he goddamn was.
Tsukishima stared, for maybe a moment or a millennium, as his brain flipped through possible response like the phrases were on the cards of a rolodex; it was difficult, it really was, to come up with a response to something you don't expect. It's even harder to come up with a respond to something that's so damn perspective-changing.
After a while, though, once Tsukishima's mind snaps back into place and he can finally for another thought or two, he looks away from the confused expression on Yamaguchi's face and settles for the slightest of smiles to pull at his lips. It's funny, really, how obvious it is that Yamaguchi has no damn idea how affecting his words just were, it's like he's almost one-hundred percent expecting Tsukishima to brush him off.
Maybe that's why his eyebrows raise and his mouth pops open a bit when he sees that subtle curve of Tsukishima's lips-- because it's unexpected. That's even more amusing, Tsukishima reasons, that Yamaguchi sees himself so far removed from considering his own words that he doesn't recognize the good impact they could have-- he didn't plan out his words this time, he didn't think it through. He just said what he was thinking at the exact moment, chest heaving and fingers curled in Tsukishima's collar and eyes having some kind of fire that Tsukishima has only seen in pictures of infernos.
What more do you need than pride!
Tsukishima's smile widened just a tad, and he closed his eyes, ignoring Yamaguchi's confusion once more in favor of his own musing.
Yamaguchi's words were.... far more cool than my endless ruminating.