Tsukishima in 1st person. I don't know what I was writing; It was 2am and I decided why not write a little something dedicated to one of my favorite pairings. u vu/
Forgive me, My writing is not the best.
"What is love to you?" He asked one day, while we were waiting for the bus.
That was a question that made my expression perked up at the only voice I wanted to hear. I turned to look at his blank expression and he stared back with blinking eyes of discreet curiosity. The slightly breeze of wind blew his hair into his face and I could only use my fingers and try to stop them from going into his eyes and hiding his beautiful face. He made a slight annoyed look at my hands touching him, and I replied with a kiss on the forehead. If only he could make a different expression everyday, he would truly be more beautiful than other being on earth.
"Its whatever you want it to be." I said, turning back to face forward like he was.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyebrows furrow and I could only sigh in contentment as he didn't bother a reply. Instead, he tried to focus on the bus sign, re-reading the words over and over as I pulled out a book from my bag and began reading to myself. This is how our conversations ended, and I didn't mind at all. In fact, I quite enjoy it; ending so abruptly to the point where you wonder what the other person is thinking..isn't that okay sometimes? As long you're on the other person's mind, you're at least important to someone aren't you?
"If love was an autonomy..do you think you could always control it?" He suddenly asked, surprising me as well as himself.
I looked at him with a shocked expression for a moment before moving my hand to entwine my fingers with his. He looks at me for a moment, then looks away back at that sign. My lips just curve into another smile before opening my mouth to speak such language that would be considered foreign to him.
"If my love for you could be controlled, would we even love at all?" I asked back, looking at the back of his head with a laugh of sincerity to end my sentence.
His head droops for a moment, then he turns and looks at me with that blank expression again. He leans closer until I could feel his breath on my skin, his heartbeat to my chest, his love to my heart. He then gently caresses my scarf with his fragile and bandaged fingers, staring it at for the longest time as if it was some alien object that he had never seen before. I knew he didn't have to say a word to describe what his feelings were; I was there to describe it for him. I patted his head and lifted his chin up so our eyes could meet; a rare occasion for us. A soft kiss on the lips was given before we both heard the bus arrive. He just nods and leaves first while I follow behind. I could feel the red strings wrap around us, engulfing us with something that could never be known by anyone else.
"I love you, Hachimenroppi." I whispered as we got on the bus.
From the back of his head, I could feel his smile for a mere second.