“dump your bf if he’s never given you flowers before”
He tries to console himself.
Really, he does.
He tells himself that it’s really not that serious, and all you did was like a tweet saying to dump your boyfriend if he’s never given you flowers before.
Has he ever given you flowers?
He thinks of your one month anniversary, then your six month, then your one year, then your two year anniversary, and how none of them were spent with a beautiful flowery confection in your hands.
He recalls your first date, how it was spent inside a small cafe where you both spilled your hearts to one another. He knows he never bought you any flowers. Yamaguchi proposed the idea, but he quickly shut him off with a, “what kind of bullshit is that? It’s only the first date, that’s too… romantic, I guess.”
Fuck, he should’ve listened to him. Yamaguchi is never wrong. Never.
He’s learned his lesson now.
The next time he sees you (an excruciating ten minutes after he’s seen your liked tweet) he sits you down on his lap.
“What’s this for?” You smile, and it’s that pretty one that nearly makes Tsukishima melt down to the ground.
“I have a question.”
“Okay,” you grab his cheeks into your two palms and squish his face together. He normally hates the action and immediately pushes your hands away, but he doesn’t have time for that now. Not when you’d break up with him for not buying you flowers.
“Would you ever break up with me?”
Your head tilts to the side in genuine confusion. Break up with your Kei?
“Don’t think too much into it.” He flicks your forehead gently. He can already tell your train of thought, and how you tend to overthink every detail of your life, so he slows your brain down.
“Uh, maybe if you cheated on me? But I think I’d kill you before I broke up with you, yeah.”
Okay. Yeah. He’s fine with that answer. He can live with that.
Maybe he can’t.
It’s been nearly a month since he last asked you that question, and it still haunts him to this day.
He thinks that maybe one day you’ll come home and tell him that you’re sick of him, that he doesn’t deserve you, and you’ll pack all your bags and leave.
It stresses him out so much, that he vents. He vents. To Bokuto Kōtarō of all people. (He’s gone mad!)
Bokuto does the most Bokuto thing you’d expect, and gives Tsukishima the most obvious answer.
“Well why don’t you just buy them flowers then?”
“It’s not that easy, dumbass.”
“I think it is… I mean, you’re sad you haven’t bought them flowers, so buy them flowers. Problem fixed.”
He leaves the conversation utterly dissatisfied. Until the next day, at 3AM, Tsukishima Kei has a eureka! moment.
“I’ll just buy them flowers!”
(He jolts out of bed with a force so strong that he wakes you up.
You groan, sleepy and with drool at the corner of your mouth, “what are you yelling for? Go back to bed, Kei.”
“Yeah,” he whispers, to nobody in particular, “I’ll just buy you flowers.)
He leaves the house that morning, at around 9AM with a mission in mind. He’s going to the flower shop.
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Tsukishima enters the small store with hesitation, staring at all the beautiful plants and flowers with skepticism. Which ones would you like? What if you’re allergic to the one he picks out?
“Hello? How can I help you, sir?” A nice lady with a baby pink apron approaches him. She smiles, and Tsukishima thinks he’s being far too dramatic. It’s just some flowers.
“Uh, I’m looking for flowers that send the message of ‘I love you’ or something like that.”
The lady smiles even brighter.
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Your boyfriend walks into your home with a bouquet of red roses and baby’s-breath blooms. The arrangement is huge, big enough to cover the entirety of your Kei’s head.
“What’s this?” You ask, when he approaches you and places the roses on your lap.
“They’re for you.”
“Really?” Your eyes are as bright as he’s ever seen them, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.
And he can’t believe that he’s deprived himself of this. Of seeing you so happy over something so mundane—so simple—that your eyes shine brighter than all the lights in the night sky.
He loves you. And you love your Kei. (And those red roses, too.)
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— responses to "are you happier?" ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。
making this prompt while listening to joji hit bro LOL, enjoy!
➳ "no, not without you"
➳ "what about you? you tell me first"
➳ "please, don't make me answer that"
➳ "how could i be when there was a possibility of us being happy together?"
➳ "we both know the response to that"
➳ "i think you should ask that to yourself"
➳ "do you genuinely want to know?"
➳ "if i say yes, would you try to take it away from me?"
➳ "you could have kept that question to yourself"
➳ "how dare you ask after knowing the damage you have committed to both of us?"
➳ "are you trying to rub the salt in the wound?"
➳ "yes, i'm glad things eventually turned out this way"
➳ "happier than i can ever be"
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𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 frantically searching around for 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠’s whereabouts to hand them the missing homework they’ve missed from skipping class so much, no wonder they’re failing. Such a shame, if only they attended a bit more, they wouldn’t be roped into this mess by the teacher, forced to look for them. Finding them in the bathroom instead, mid pissing in one of the urinals.
𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : “Finally, there you are.”
Pssssssssssssss..
𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 sighing to themselves : “What do you want now, nerd.”
Pssssssssssssssssssss..
𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : “…”
Pssssssssssssssssssssssss..
𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 : “….”
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..
𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : “………………….”
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..
𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 : “……………………….”
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..
And so, the silence stretched on, leaving only the excruciating sound of pissing in the background as they stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, yet mere seconds.
𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 who’s turned red by now : “What the fuck is it!!?”
𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : “I’m here to hand you the homework you missed.”
𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 couldn’t help but wonder if 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 was staring at their dick. The thought flusters them, but truly they were just intentionally trying to make them uncomfortable by being silent. Freak.
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