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mornings (birthday special)
a/n: i legit sat down and spent a whole day to pull this one out of my ass. i just wish i could post this earlier. if i fail my exams, i swear-- quoting sei: "i'm the reason why i'm stressed." (btw this is not the soft spot fic just something for tsukki's birthday.)
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tsukishima remembers akaashi mentioning that the dullest way to start a story is a character waking up to the sun shining.
"it's so overused, and there's nothing hooking the readers. writers really need to up their game..." akaashi had complained, something really rare. guess the stress can really get to people sometimes.
tsukishima cracks his eyes open and sees your figure, though blurry, sleeping peacefully beside him the first thing in the morning, with the sunlight spilling onto the bed and adorning your face. it's so ethereal yet fragile, this moment; maybe this is what the writers were trying to capture.
tsukishima can't remember when the last time he woke up before you was. he's used to seeing your eyes gaze up at him and hearing your giggle when his meets yours. "good morning" will be softly whispered follow by a light kiss on the cheek.
he knows that he might wake you, but kei still entangles his legs with yours and shifts closer to wrap his arm around you. he presses his lips against the the crown of your head, taking a second to breathe in the familiar scent of the shampoo you always use.
adulthood is never easy, especially if you have to juggle both a museum job and a volleyball career. tsukishima loves what he does, seriously, but sometimes it gets exhausting. it's running errands, running on court, and repeat. emails. blocking. artifacts. spiking. records. training--
kei finally catches a breath when he sees you at home at the end of the day, wearing one of his shirts and half asleep on the couch, waiting for him to return. it hits him that he's never going to be alone for the rest of his life, and that alone somehow comforts him.
you stir awake. his arm around your waist tightens. he feels your hand coming up to the nape of his neck, running through the strands of blonde hair. it feels good.
"morning, kei." he responds with a hum and another kiss to your head.
you pull away and he groans, but shuts up when you kiss him on the lips. it's long and lazy, he loves it.
"happy birthday, beanpole." oh right, it's the twenty-seventh.
"thank you."
"you're getting old." you say and stifle a laugh. he clicks his tongue in mock annoyance. "that just means i'm wiser than you."
he pulls you in again. comfortable silence settles, with the occasional sounds of the busy world outside. he could stay like this.
after a while, you tap his arm, sitting up.
"we should get ready. we're meeting tadashi and the others, remember?"
"do we have to?"
"obviously."
just when you are about to leave the bed, he catches onto your hand and kisses the back of it.
"you owe me strawberry shortcake later." you both know he'll end up paying anyways, and you'll bicker about it like an old couple.
"okay, you big baby."
tsukishima smiles.