#Orange & Tsuzuru being close is important to me

[winter-spark]

Part 2 in fixing the fact that I haven't spoken about Orange & Navel in a minute: Orange.

Okay so. I don't think I've already said this so here we go. I will take no disagreements on the core details of this (but I will gladly accept ideas and stuff for details around this.) (Just remembered year four is currently story-ing, oop. I doubt they'll say anything but I'm ready to fight canon on this too)

Once they get past the awkwardness of the Prince compettetion and stuff, Orange is indeed one of Citron's biggest fans, and it's really pushing biggest.

However! Orange would rather bite off his own tongue than admit that outloud, especially to Citron. Tsuzuru and probably Azuma have picked up on it though. Kinda hard for them not to with Orange being very open with Azuma and probably asking Tsuzuru why Citron doesn't have more lines in the plays. (Yes it's sorta in an annoying fan kinda way but it's okay because it's Orange.)

#Orange & Tsuzuru being close is important to me #I guess this is how I'm publicly saying it #What about that one reblog post? Ha what about it? #That. That was very different and also no one will ever find it. ...Probably. #Orange a3 #a3! #Citron & his brothers #The Zafran Princes #headcanons #*feels guilty giving Orange his own post & Navel a reblog post* *laughs awkwardly*

[theincompetentgenius]

Sleep (A3! Tsuzuru x Reader)

anon:  AHH! A blog that writes for a3! 😍 can I request a Tsuzuru scenario of him saying "i love you" to his s/o for the first time

I think I ended up straying from the plot completely and barely tied it together at the end, but oh well. I hope you enjoy the story! Also, please send in more A3! asks because I only have 1 left.

Title: Sleep

Fandom:  A3!

Word Count: 895

Pairing: Tsuzuru Minagi x Reader

The clock read “3:02 AM” as Tsuzuru stared at his dim computer screen. He’d been staring at the screen for the past hour with a blank mind. He looked to the digital clock on the right-hand corner of his laptop in panic, not quite sure what to do. Terrific ideas were swirling in his head and with a little more time and brain juice, he knew he could use the blobs of words stuck in his brain to create a killer script.

Unfortunately, neither time nor energy was on his side. Tsuzuru only had five hours until his 8 AM lecture and his brain was moving at a historically slow speed. He told himself that he would’ve finished it earlier in the week, but he had to work extra hours for all his jobs. The director was not going to be happy with his tardiness. His eyes begin to burn and he suddenly felt the weight of his incomplete script pushing his eyelids down. It was a sign that he needed a fifth cup of coffee. Although he knew the caffeine wouldn’t help, he stood up from his wooden chair and dragged himself to the kitchen.

 It was a small, rectangular room painted an orange color that reminded him of rusted iron. He opened the third cabinet and grabbed the box of ground coffee beans, their smell churning his stomach. For a minute, he stared at the container in his hands. Why was he here again? Wasn’t he supposed to be working on something? What was he stressing about? What day is it? His eyes wandered around the kitchen until he spotted the coffeemaker. Right, I’m here to make coffee so I can finish the script and move on to more important things such as not failing in life, not being a disgrace to my family, and finally go to sleep. 

With his eyes half-closed, he made a swampy concoction that was supposed to be coffee but looked more like the gravy of curry that had been left in the open for too long. He wasn’t sure if he forgot to put creamer or didn’t mix it. As he extended his foot to move forward to find his creamer, his legs wobbled. Before he knew it, he was laying in front of the coffee machine, on the kitchen floor, half-asleep.

“Tsuzuru! Are you alright?” A voice came rushing from his left. He peeled his eyes open to see his worried lover standing over him.

“It’s no big deal,” He waved his arm at her with a tired smile. “Just lost my footing, that’s all.”

“Really? Then why are you sleeping on the kitchen floor?” They slung Tzusuru’s arm over their shoulder and looked over at the coffee mug. “Please don’t tell me you were about to drink that.”

“I really need to finish that script.” 

“Sleeping on the floor won’t help you.”

“Can you at least make me a nice cup of coffee?”

His significant other sighed as they plugged the coffee maker into the outlet. The soft hum of churning coffee beans filled the room, causing him to fall asleep.

His nap was interrupted by the friction of his feet dragging against the wooden floor. He found himself being hauled by his lover to his room, who was lecturing him about taking care of himself. It unfair that the screenwriter always took on piles of responsibility to help others, yet there was no one to help him. He needed to prioritize his health first, and then do his duties towards the Mankai Company. If the director needed a script so badly, she should’ve hired a professional screenwriter whose characters would magically write the stories themselves.

Hearing that last bit caused Tsuzuru to jerk up. “Wait, what did you say?”

“I said, the director should get a screenwriter whose damn characters write the story themselves instead of bothering you,” They huffed.

A light bulb lit up in his head. The next play would be about an author whose characters came to life and altered the original story. He told his lover to wait and rushed back to the main room with his computer in his hands. The two plopped on the sofa and began bouncing ideas off each other until Tsuzuru felt satisfied with the plot of the script. 

“Thank you so much for helping me with the script!” The writer clapped his hands together.

They chuckled. “No problem. Let’s just hope I can wake up tomorrow without feeling like a zombie.”

He gave a sheepish grin. “Ah, I’m sorry about that. But why were you up in the first place?”

“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought a glass of warm milk would help.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.”

“Tsuzuru, did you not hear a single word that I said earlier?”

He placed his hand on their cheek. “I know you want me to take care of myself, but if I can’t leave you alone. Even if it’s something small, I’m willing to help you.” 

They rested their head on his shoulder, with Tsuzuru wrapping one arm around their waist and another on their head. He stroked their waist as his lover’s eyes grew heavy. Their vision began to blur. 

But before they drifted completely asleep, Tsuzuru heard them mutter something.

He whispered in their ear. “I love you too.”

#a3! #a3 #act! addict! actors! #a3! tsuzuru #tsuzuru minagi #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3 tsuzuru #mankai a3! #a3! fic