Originally published on 2017-01-09

A/N: I have challenged myself to write the 100 Ways To Say I Love You for my dearest boys.

Warning: I have, let's say, quite an unpopular opinion in regards of the dynamic of this pairing. In this series, you will find a hopelessly smitten Tsukki and occasionally bold Yamaguchi [because he's scorpio. That's my sign( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

Prompt: 1."Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."

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Chapter 1: It would be nice

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He hides it well, almost like a habit or part of an old routine. A duty, if anything. Yet Kei notices.

There's a subtlety in the way Tadashi chews on his lower lip that catches Kei's attention, how he blinks one time too many, eyes red and lashes wet with unshed moisture. Kei takes it all in, and he wonders, with a bit of resentment, why is it so damn hard for Yamaguchi Tadashi to ever share a burden, small as it might be.

"Pull over." Kei says, breaking the silence. Tadashi manages a quick sidelong glance at him before returning his eyes to the road, "Let me drive for a while."

"E…Eh? But I'm okay." Brows knitted, Tadashi objects. It's almost convincing, if only Kei didn't know him so well.

"No, you're not." A judgmental stare is shot at the freckled boy's way, "You're overexerting yourself."

The comment makes Tadashi chuckle in amusement, much to Kei's irritation.

"You're exaggerating, Tsukki."

It would be nice if, once in a while, Tadashi made things easier for him. But in Kei's experience, arguing with a stubborn boyfriend leads nowhere. So he doesn't.

"Whatever," Kei concedes dismissively, "Just let me drive."

"We're on the middle of the highway, Tsukki." Tadashi chortles again. Kei really doesn't know what it is that Tadashi finds so amusing. Anyone on their right mind would be concerned, except Mr. I'm-fighting-all-my-battles-alone right here on the wheel. It would be nice if Tadashi let him shoulder a tiny bit of responsibility now and then. He wouldn't feel so… left out, if he did. "There's a service stop in 6 miles. You can have the wheel then."

"Fine, fine." Kei begrudgingly agrees, "Try not to kill us both before we get there."

"Mhmm..." Tadashi hums, freeing one hand from the steering wheel and reaching out to intertwine his fingers between Kei's. He's warm and welcoming, a kind of home that Kei yearns avidly for, even when it's been right beside him all along. He wonders if there'll come a day when that hunger subsides, if he'd ever get so used to Tadashi's presence in his life that a mere touch from his fingers won't set his heart on fire every time. "Then you'll just have to keep me awake, alright?"

It would be nice if that day never came.