#tsukikage#tskkg | to be loved is to be known.
kei learned this truth in the quiet moments, in the spaces where words weren’t needed. he knew tobio, not just as a friend or partner, but as someone whose habits, preferences, and quirks had become as familiar to him as his own. -
way kageyama’s actions carried a depth that no grand declarations could match. in the way he felt understood, truly understood, by someone who saw him—not just as he presented himself, but as he was underneath it all.
“i know,” tsukishima murmured, his voice quieter now, more controlled. he pressed a kiss to kageyama’s temple, the touch gentler than before, filled with an unspoken apology. “i know.”
END.
#tsukikage#tskkg | jealous kei
the apartment was filled with a silence that felt too loud. kageyama stood near the kitchen, his arms crossed, brows furrowed, while tsukishima stood by the door, his back to him. they’d been here before—fighting, arguing, ++
his fingers no longer clinging to kageyama’s skin like he was afraid to lose him. after a moment, tsukishima lifted his head, his golden eyes meeting kageyama’s, softer now, the raw edge of jealousy finally gone. -