[It's fine. It's no big deal. Tenants Tsukishima has lived according to for most of his adolescence, if not a little before that, and they've managed to do good by him so far. So, right now, he tries to tell himself that even as he walks to his and Yamaguchi's usual meet up point.]
[They're just going to talk about dumb pervy teenage boy stuff, right? That happens. It's normal. Hormones and puberty and all that. It doesn't have to mean anything.
[At least, it shouldn't mean anything, except now that they keep talking about it, he keeps thinking about it, and what Yamaguchi would look like when-]
[No. Stubbornly, he adjusts his earphones. He's just going to deal with this, and then aggressively repress all thoughts and feelings about it. Solid plan, a+]
[Yamaguchi is reasonably serious about sleep. He enjoys it, sticks to a schedule with some regularity, and is able to doze off with little trouble on long commutes when necessary. According to his grandmother, even as an infant he cut his parents a massive break by being the kind of new baby who would sleep through the night most of the time.
Sure, he's had the odd late night spent cramming for exams or stuck in ill-advised internet spirals, but he's not all that familiar with sleepless nights. Doesn't know how to deal with them. They kind of ruin his mood.
Of course, no mood can stay ruined at the sight of his favorite person waiting in the same spot just like always, all tall and cool and totally blasé about being tall and cool. Right away, Yamaguchi is perking up and calling out.]
Tsukki! [And trotting up, smile on his face. Temporarily forgetting that he's exhausted and it's not, like not Tsukishima's fault.] Morning.
[Jeez… With the kind of things they’d talked about, you’d think Yamaguchi of all people would be more flustered, but no, here he is, trotting up as cheerful to see him as always. Funnily enough, it eases him in a weird way.]
[Yeah. This isn’t a big deal. Just them being teenagers. This is fine.]
Hey.
[He tug his headphones down, the low sound of music still able to be heard but obviously not so blaring that it would have let him miss his best friend’s approach. His eyes sweep over Yamaguchi, picking up something immediately.]
[Oh. A bullseye right off the bat. Yamaguchi should maybe be abundantly used to Tsukishima's ability to pick up on these things in a matter of seconds, but since no one else in his life is quite so perceptive (or, perhaps, paying enough attention to notice) it can still catch him off his guard fairly often.]
Bad, yeah. Or maybe more like not at all.
[He's still enough under the initial look-it-is-Tsukki-this-is-a-good-morning spell that he doesn't think to... not say that, and spare himself any follow-up questions. He'll try his hand at being smart later, right after regret. For now, he yawns.]
I need caffeine...
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[Well, if it’s really bad, he doesn’t mind if they stop by a store to grab something with sugar or caffeine that can get them through their first class of the day. After all, him and Yamaguchi share a class together, and who else will watch their backs when it comes to annoying material?]
[So he nudges his best friend along, his own long gait slow so he doesn’t leave him in the dust.]
Were you studying, or something?
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[Okay, there it is. The good mood gives way to panic, because it's not like he can just say that there was no way he could sleep after they talked about...! Wait, but does Tsukki not remember what they talked about?? Did Yamaguchi dream that they--no, but that's not it either, because if he'd dreamt it he'd be a lot less tired right now. Oh god, but he already started talking, didn't he? He should probably turn that into an actual answer right about now.]
I mean, yes! Haha, I was studying? [Damn it, that sounded like a question!] I was studying, a lot. Which is why the, uh, tired.
[The thought hits him and then doesn’t leave, a jolt that goes down his spine and straight into the very pit of his stomach, smoldering quietly. Just as quickly, forcing his expression not to give anything away, he tries to tell himself it doesn’t have to be that. Maybe he was just upset about how his grandmother had been nosy, or something like that. At the same time, his mind can’t help but wonder if the loss of a dildo had meant a little more sexual frustration than usual, if he’d pressed his face into a pillow or done it in the shower- ]
[Fuck. Dammit. No, he’s not going to think about that, not here. Ugh, stupid dildo talk, it’s making him think weird things. He should just- move on with it. That’ll help. Right?]
[So he starts talking again as he goes to pull out his phone.]
Well, I was studying too, but for entirely different reasons. Did you just want to get a dildo again, or something entirely different?
[There. Just- matter of fact, nothing to see here. Right.]
[Ah, look. there is Tsukki's phone. Tsukki's phone, which contains multitudes--contains evidence of yesterday's conversation, including such highlights as the moment Yamaguchi very nearly cracked and straight-up told Tsukki how hopelessly turned on he was. And the moment he changed his mind just short of subsequently begging for help.
At the very least, Yamaguchi can take comfort in the fact that such intentions almost definitely went over Tsukki's head. There's a twinge of guilt at even having such thoughts, for being a low-down dirty no-good best-friend-coveting mess of unchecked hormones. But also Tsukki is here with him really and for real talking about sex toys and Yamaguchi does not even remotely have it in him to call it off and say... What, even? "Actually let's not because I'm using you as fodder for my stupid sexual fantasies and that seems unfair?" Yeah, those words aren't coming. Once he gets over the initial shock of Tsukki's mouth forming around the word dildo, he does the less noble thing and continues right on down this doomed road.]
Well, like you said, maybe it's an opportunity to try something different? But actually, what I had before wasn't really... that. It was more like a... [He draws an oval shape in the air.] ...A thing, on a cord. With a control.
[It's entirely possible; that whole conversation seemed so surreal, and the lack of sleep isn't lending any clarity to the details. More importantly, Tsukki is making a weird face and what does that mean, it doesn't look like he's being judgmental but it launches Yamaguchi into defensive mode anyway.]
I-- just-- 'cause it's easy to use and leaves your hands free, and it was easy to hide? Well, easy until it wasn't I guess, not as easy as I thought, haha, but I mean... a-and it lasts a long time. Probably longer if you don't have to throw it out, though...
[Shit- what’s his face doing? Tsukishima actually has no idea, for once, but he recognizes when Yamaguchi starts to get flustered and panicked. Forcing himself to get back to not caring- which mainly means looking back down at his phone- he pulls out an answer.]
No- that makes sense, it’s smart. So something small like that?
[Thank god, that seems to have smoothed things over. Now he can just important on…. Figuring out a sex toy for his best friend. Right.]
Well, I guess after that, it depends on how discreet you want to be versus trying something new. There’s something like this-
[And he tilts his phone screen to Yamaguchi, showing what looks like a metallic-like vibrator that can be hung from a thin cord and just looks like a necklace.]
To…. this.
[Aaaaaaaand oh yeah. Did you know that Bad Dragon sites sell mini vibes, Yamaguchi? You do now.]
[Just... moving a little closer here, purely for the purposes of seeing the screen better.
And regretting it almost immediately upon being shown that second selection. He manages not to go into a coughing fit despite sucking in a breath of air all wrong, so maybe that's a small victory. But holy shit.]
[While Yamaguchi successfully avoids choking to death on his own air, Tsukishima only bothers to half-hide the grin on his face.]
Mostly I just wanted to see the look on your face.
[Both because he is in fact a huge tease, although Yamaguchi gets the best friend of effect of the least dickish moments, and because, well. He looks cute, sometimes, getting startled.]
[Sue him.]
Besides, it was a way to pass the time, seeing what weird things people can be into.
[Yamaguchi makes a half-hearted attempt at a glare, but the joke's too good even if it's at his expense. God, Tsukki is so funny. And cool. And Yamaguchi ends up smiling back and holy shit he is doomed, doomed.]
There are all kinds of people in the world, after all... [He snickers, not even paying much mind to the way that's probably scrunching up his nose and making his freckles stand out more.] Makes me feel more normal in comparison.
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this is only a little gay (sobakasukarasu)
[It's fine. It's no big deal. Tenants Tsukishima has lived according to for most of his adolescence, if not a little before that, and they've managed to do good by him so far. So, right now, he tries to tell himself that even as he walks to his and Yamaguchi's usual meet up point.]
[They're just going to talk about dumb pervy teenage boy stuff, right? That happens. It's normal. Hormones and puberty and all that. It doesn't have to mean anything.
[At least, it shouldn't mean anything, except now that they keep talking about it, he keeps thinking about it, and what Yamaguchi would look like when-]
[No. Stubbornly, he adjusts his earphones. He's just going to deal with this, and then aggressively repress all thoughts and feelings about it. Solid plan, a+]
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Sure, he's had the odd late night spent cramming for exams or stuck in ill-advised internet spirals, but he's not all that familiar with sleepless nights. Doesn't know how to deal with them. They kind of ruin his mood.
Of course, no mood can stay ruined at the sight of his favorite person waiting in the same spot just like always, all tall and cool and totally blasé about being tall and cool. Right away, Yamaguchi is perking up and calling out.]
Tsukki! [And trotting up, smile on his face. Temporarily forgetting that he's exhausted and it's not, like not Tsukishima's fault.] Morning.
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[Yeah. This isn’t a big deal. Just them being teenagers. This is fine.]
Hey.
[He tug his headphones down, the low sound of music still able to be heard but obviously not so blaring that it would have let him miss his best friend’s approach. His eyes sweep over Yamaguchi, picking up something immediately.]
Did you sleep bad or something?
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Bad, yeah. Or maybe more like not at all.
[He's still enough under the initial look-it-is-Tsukki-this-is-a-good-morning spell that he doesn't think to... not say that, and spare himself any follow-up questions. He'll try his hand at being smart later, right after regret. For now, he yawns.]
I need caffeine...
paid ran out a while ago so forgive the limited icons lmao
[Well, if it’s really bad, he doesn’t mind if they stop by a store to grab something with sugar or caffeine that can get them through their first class of the day. After all, him and Yamaguchi share a class together, and who else will watch their backs when it comes to annoying material?]
[So he nudges his best friend along, his own long gait slow so he doesn’t leave him in the dust.]
Were you studying, or something?
limited icons what's that [shoves this shitty incomplete set under the rug]
[Okay, there it is. The good mood gives way to panic, because it's not like he can just say that there was no way he could sleep after they talked about...! Wait, but does Tsukki not remember what they talked about?? Did Yamaguchi dream that they--no, but that's not it either, because if he'd dreamt it he'd be a lot less tired right now. Oh god, but he already started talking, didn't he? He should probably turn that into an actual answer right about now.]
I mean, yes! Haha, I was studying? [Damn it, that sounded like a question!] I was studying, a lot. Which is why the, uh, tired.
[Smooth. This is fine.]
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[The thought hits him and then doesn’t leave, a jolt that goes down his spine and straight into the very pit of his stomach, smoldering quietly. Just as quickly, forcing his expression not to give anything away, he tries to tell himself it doesn’t have to be that. Maybe he was just upset about how his grandmother had been nosy, or something like that. At the same time, his mind can’t help but wonder if the loss of a dildo had meant a little more sexual frustration than usual, if he’d pressed his face into a pillow or done it in the shower- ]
[Fuck. Dammit. No, he’s not going to think about that, not here. Ugh, stupid dildo talk, it’s making him think weird things. He should just- move on with it. That’ll help. Right?]
[So he starts talking again as he goes to pull out his phone.]
Well, I was studying too, but for entirely different reasons. Did you just want to get a dildo again, or something entirely different?
[There. Just- matter of fact, nothing to see here. Right.]
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At the very least, Yamaguchi can take comfort in the fact that such intentions almost definitely went over Tsukki's head. There's a twinge of guilt at even having such thoughts, for being a low-down dirty no-good best-friend-coveting mess of unchecked hormones. But also Tsukki is here with him really and for real talking about sex toys and Yamaguchi does not even remotely have it in him to call it off and say... What, even? "Actually let's not because I'm using you as fodder for my stupid sexual fantasies and that seems unfair?" Yeah, those words aren't coming. Once he gets over the initial shock of Tsukki's mouth forming around the word dildo, he does the less noble thing and continues right on down this doomed road.]
Well, like you said, maybe it's an opportunity to try something different? But actually, what I had before wasn't really... that. It was more like a... [He draws an oval shape in the air.] ...A thing, on a cord. With a control.
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[....That’s hot.]
[And he thinks he’s going to shoot himself for thinking that of his best friend.]
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[It's entirely possible; that whole conversation seemed so surreal, and the lack of sleep isn't lending any clarity to the details. More importantly, Tsukki is making a weird face and what does that mean, it doesn't look like he's being judgmental but it launches Yamaguchi into defensive mode anyway.]
I-- just-- 'cause it's easy to use and leaves your hands free, and it was easy to hide? Well, easy until it wasn't I guess, not as easy as I thought, haha, but I mean... a-and it lasts a long time. Probably longer if you don't have to throw it out, though...
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No- that makes sense, it’s smart. So something small like that?
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Small is... probably the safest bet, but I want to keep my options open.
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Well, I guess after that, it depends on how discreet you want to be versus trying something new. There’s something like this-
[And he tilts his phone screen to Yamaguchi, showing what looks like a metallic-like vibrator that can be hung from a thin cord and just looks like a necklace.]
To…. this.
[Aaaaaaaand oh yeah. Did you know that Bad Dragon sites sell mini vibes, Yamaguchi? You do now.]
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And regretting it almost immediately upon being shown that second selection. He manages not to go into a coughing fit despite sucking in a breath of air all wrong, so maybe that's a small victory. But holy shit.]
You really, um, did your research.
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Mostly I just wanted to see the look on your face.
[Both because he is in fact a huge tease, although Yamaguchi gets the best friend of effect of the least dickish moments, and because, well. He looks cute, sometimes, getting startled.]
[Sue him.]
Besides, it was a way to pass the time, seeing what weird things people can be into.
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There are all kinds of people in the world, after all... [He snickers, not even paying much mind to the way that's probably scrunching up his nose and making his freckles stand out more.] Makes me feel more normal in comparison.
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See, there you go. I mean, seriously, can you imagine your grandma stumbling on any of this? [He wiggles his phone a little.]
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I mean, at least I'd only die if she survived to confront me about it.
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[Feeling a lot more at ease now that things were a joke, he flipped back to where he’d been at before.]
Still, should probably go subtle, right?