Thread by @aceuei

#tsukikage roommates in which kageyama does the cooking and tsukishima, to redeem his sense of pride and purpose, volunteers for the cleaning job

he washes the dishes and all is well. he understands the assignment and executes it perfectly like he always does

(if kageyama says so himself)

tsukishima tells him that he actually finds calm and a sort of relaxation in rinsing the bowls and wiping them dry.

and kageyama, despite being the idiot that he is, /knew/ that was a starting point of sorts for the giddiness

that wrings his insides in a way he can't explain whenever he sees (shamelessly watches) tsukishima do other tasks, for his cultural org and uni works alike, with the exact same careful precision he dedicates in washing dishes

because whenever he looks at tsukishima,

he sometimes wishes the expression that the gaze directed back at him was less calculated, sometimes wonders if tsukishima's eyes do crinkle like crescent moons — like how he pictures them to — when his smile is borne of genuine joy, instead of his signature sarcasm

so kageyama lets tsukishima be. pretends to be preoccupied with whatever the hell was playing on tv as he waits for his roommate to join him on the couch, and then maybe ask for tsukishima's opinion on his paper that's due tomorrow, maybe listen to tsukishima —

— give his unsolicited commentary on the, again, whatever the hell was playing on tv.

usually, that's how their 10-pm dinners always go.

but then, that week where the flames of college tried to smother them both, tsukishima drops a glass plate on another,

tw // blood

and a splinter scratches his pinkie and it bleeds.

and kageyama fusses over it. (of course he would.)

"chillax, it's just a —"

he tells him to dress the cut before going to bed. no, shut up. you're tired — yes you are. it's past midnight and you have

early morning classes the next day. now get some rest —

"a cut won't kill me."

it won't, but if you don't sleep now, /i/ will.

tsukishima glares at him but doesn't fight it. kageyama doesn't see it, but tsukishima's face softens when he turns his back.

it's been a week and he doesn't let tsukishima near the sink.

he does the cooking, the cleaning, the respecting and is more than glad to. it's hilariously paradoxical — how he gets branded as royalty when /he's/ the one offering all these services.

well, he really doesn't mind. if it's for tsukishima.

(who knows, kageyama might even be thinking about the right way to ask someone out — /if/ there ever is a right way when it comes to things like this. who knows.)

idk just some pre-relationship domesticity ft. whipped kageyama tobio x oblivious tsukishima kei bec they will forever have me on a chokehold