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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ thinking abt counting every last freckle on yamaguchi tadashi's gorgeous face ”
even over the tv's droning noise, you hear that faint sound of snoring. with your head gently resting on his chest, you know yamaguchi tadashi is knocked out above you right now.
all you can do is stare absentmindedly at the glowing screen in front of you both in the living room. because how can you follow along with this tv show's plot when it is quite actually taking every fiber of your being not to turn your head to look at the view you exactly know is there?
no matter how many times you hear the keys jangle as tadashi unlocks the door to your humble little shared apartment,
he drops his bag next to his never-quite-polished-enough shoes,
throws off his employee id and comes searching for you with nothing but outstretched arms that yearn to hold you as he tells you about "the longest day" at work,
drapes himself over you all throughout the making of dinner in the kitchen, or as you retrieve the take-out that was dropped off at the front door,
says "the dishes can be for tomorrow" and suggests to instead finish that show that for some odd reason you two have never been able to get through,
and falls asleep by the time you get through a second episode–still in his work clothes except for an undone tie hanging loosely around his slightly unbuttoned shirt, mind you–with you snug against him just like this...
you could never get tired of that moment you start to hear the light in-and-out of breathing, right by your ear, tickling the back of your neck. the funny feeling of butterflies always erupts in your chest at that point.
among the many nights you've found yourself in this moment, there have been a few where you've taken the risk in waking your hardworking tadashi up, to see the picture of very peace itself (you firmly believe it is, at least):
everything is still, except for one or two stray strands of tadashi's hair, which gets blown about by the air conditioning unit not too far away from where you two are on the couch. his lips are parted the tiniest bit as his mind and body is having a well-deserved rest, and it would be comical if you didn't find him just so damn charming. and his long lashes are ever so slightly brushed against the freckles that adorn his nose and cheeks.
what's insane is that as annoying the tv is in this scenario, it serves a very vital role. it lights up those alluring freckles, as a colorful reflection of whatever's going on in the forever-unfinished show dances on your tadashi's sleeping face. it makes his freckles shine almost like they're stars.
if tadashi hasn't woken up by the turning of your body at that point (his arms are still very securely wrapped around you, by the way),
and his eyes haven't reluctantly fluttered open,
and you haven't had to gently remind him that he should probably change out of his work clothes and freshen up before he falls asleep again,
and the two of you sadly untangle yourselves and depart from your perfectly comfy position on the couch,
and the apartment air suddenly feels staggeringly cold...
you've enjoyed facing him like that for a while. you would count each star over and over again, finding new constellations and nebulas and comets each time–
no, you can't risk it tonight, you think this time. that image brings you so much enjoyment it's naturally been engrained in your memory, anyway. just close your eyes, and picture it again.
but maybe one look can't hurt. maybe tonight, the risk isn't so bad. you realize: you have many more nights to spend filled with your favorite stars, after all.
