PS. Story is without italics because it’s too big to handle on my phone right now. ]
[Wow I seem to be doing a lot of birthday presents this month! xD This one is for the rather spiffy Geist, who earlier said that he wanted Shizuo and Sakuraya on a “hot date.”
This will be written as a companion piece for the Library drabble. Enjoy~!]
[A birthday present for the amazingly adorable MiyukiWynter! I really don’t know what kind of stuff you like, Lisa, but I hope you enjoy this little snippet!!]
Since this is my writing blog, I thought you guys would like to take a look :3 SFW!
[Because I know my friend's been having a really bad time lately and I wanted to cheer him up! <3
I know I promised a band AU I’m really sorry I haven’t even started it yet, I’m a horrible writer/person, sob.
*Pszemyslaw = thought and glory in Polish, though I twisted the spelling a little. It is an actual name, I promise! xD]
Happy birthday Sam I coloured it for you and sorry it took so long!? (≧ω≦)☆
It was really windy today.
Not a normal windy, Tsukishima thought, as he tottered down the platform, passing people who were huddled up in coats and scarves just like he was. It was the kind of windy that was mischievous enough to try and rip off hats and coats and expose you to the cold. The kind of windy that would make you shiver and cover your nose, but turn up unsuccessful in protecting it. Tsuki buried his face into his scarf.
He looked down at the map he was carrying, the map Tsugaru had so kindly put together for him, but he still hadn’t found the correct platform for the next train. Growing nervous, he nibbled on the old ticket set between his teeth, the plastic already holding several indents from previous sessions of abusive nibbling.
Tsuki tried to take a deep breath, but found it stolen away from him as the wind blew harsher than before. His scarf flailed out behind him, and he clutched his map closer to him so as not to lose it. The ticket, however, was lost to the wind as it carried it away down the track. Tsukishima turned and stared after it longingly, but it wasn’t the ticket he needed to get on the train. That one was in his pocket. He double checked to see if it was there.
"Hey, aren’t you going to go get that?"
The blond looked up and around, eyes wide and nervous, as he searched for the source of the voice. His face showed clear surprise when he noticed the gorgeous male who had spoken. Tsuki felt his cheeks flush and tried to convince them not to.
"Ih-It’s…an, ah, an old tih-ticket," Tsukishima stuttered out. He tried to smile, but it was shaky. The man eyed him, and then grimaced.
"So you’re just littering." He grumbled, slipping his hands into his pockets and looking at Tsuki like he had done the worst thing in the world. Suddenly self conscious, Tsuki squeaked and looked around for the ticket. There it was!
He quickly shuffled over to its place on the ground, a few meters away, before the wind kicked in and again. Tsukishima paused, shivering, but in his hesitation, the wind carried the ticket right over the platform’s edge and onto the tracks.
Without thinking, Tsuki started to go after it, bending down to go grab it, but before he could even brush it…
"You idiot! Do you think at all?”
A rough jerk and Tsukishima wasn’t bent over the rails, but instead, sitting on the ground as a train rushed by them. The gorgeous man was glaring at him with hard, red eyes that matched his red fur-lined coat.
"You could’ve been killed."
Dumbstruck, Tsukishima stared at him, but then smiled kindly.
"Th-Then…I guh-guess you suh-saved my life."