And So Intimate? - Tumblr Posts

This is so beautiful I can't even- just read it.

it’s unexpected. uncalled for, really.

the last thing he expected when he came to you—eyes dulled behind smudged glass, crease between his eyebrows barely prominent, lips pulled taut ever so slightly—was for you to deny him entry through your doorway. granted, it was somewhere near midnight when he texted you, a few minutes shy of thirty past when he knocked on your door, but you had assured him it was okay. the grueling hours it took to get himself there in front of you are swiftly chipped away with each second of silent staring—why were you staring?—and he finds humility, worn and weary, standing on his doorstep. there he waits, bitter wind nipping at his ears, impending frown colored yellow by a nearby lightbulb, thoughts tinged with looming regret, until you pull him back—or forward, actually. you pull him to you, squeezing as if it were of utmost importance, as if something terrible would happen if you waited just a second longer. and he lets you, of course; tsukishima was never one for unnecessary questions.

unnecessary.

that’s what it is.

this—this desperation, this warmth, this compassion—it’s unnecessary. for him. for someone so uncaring, detached, empty—

you sniffle.

he sucks in a breath, frozen.

yet through the ice of lost sensibility he feels:

a lump in his throat; the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears; the stinging cold burning his eyes.

he doesn’t want to think about it.

what he would do without this, without you.

why?

because it’s unnecessary.

he removes his hands from the safety of his pockets, clutching at the material of your sweater and nuzzling into the crook of your neck as if there were nowhere else he’d rather be. nowhere else he could be.

there is nowhere else.

slowly, he closes his eyes.

he breathes.

and everything falls.

in the dead of winter there is warmth

part one of this collection of drabbles

thank you @snoozless & @querenciaas for beta reading <3