#Itsmywritingtime

[itsmywritingtime]

✰ Something New ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

notes: tsumugi aoba/reader, pre-established relationship, probably ooc (i don’t respect HE enough to write him properly), WRITTEN BEFORE EVENT RELEASE, sloppily written 538 words

It had been quite shocking when Tsumugi had come home with most of his hair chopped off. When he had left this morning his hair was just above his shoulder and now it didn’t go past his chin.

Tsumugi awkwardly shifted by the front door, sheepishly scratching his (now not covered) neck, awaiting your response. In your shock you could only respond:

“…Dinner’s ready.”

Dinner was no less awkward. You rapidly went from topic to topic, discussing everything but your boyfriend’s new hair. Tsumugi smiled and nodded every so often, subtly attempting to change the topic to his change in appearance with little success.

Both of you were too anxious to outright talk about it. You, fearing that he had hated his haircut, pushed the topic away, not wanting to potentially evoke negative feelings. Tsumugi, fearing that you hated his new look, attempted to gently breach the subject. Desperately seeking to calm his nerves.

After a flustering dinner past, you now laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.

A flurry of thoughts came at you all at once. Were you simply going to go to bed without addressing the elephant in the room? Would that be the best course of action?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a dip in the opposite side of the bed. Tsumugi was out of the shower quicker than you thought he would be (the lack of hair probably shaved off a few minutes).

Tsumugi took his glasses off and placed them on the bedside table. He stiffly laid his head on the pillow, lying down perfectly straight, and stared at the ceiling, similar to what you were currently doing. 

It was silent for a moment before there was a slight shift, a rustling noise as Tsumugi adjusted himself.

He softly called your name and your turned head with a hum. 

He was lying on his side, his now shorter hair splayed on the pillow. He stared at you, his lips tugged down in a frown. 

“Do you not like it?” You froze, quickly moving and mirroring his position. You frantically grabbed his hands, which had been nervously picking his cuticles, and brought it up to your face.

“No—it’s—no, no nothing like that!”

When you both calmed down, he explained how his haircut came to be. You had gotten it all wrong. It symbolized something more. A promise. New beginnings. Change.

You nodded when he finished his explanation. It was quiet. Both of you stared into each other’s eyes, content with silence.

Attempting to lighten the mood, you broke it first.

“Natsume cut it too short.” You played with a loose strain of damp hair, lightly laughing. “Bastard.”

Your words were harsh, but they held no anger.

Tsumugi grabbed that hand that fiddled with his hair and locked eyes with you.

“Do you…like it?”

You didn’t say anything, your eyes wandered around his face as if searching for something. He felt his face flush with your intense gaze. When you found what you were looking for, you zoned in on it.

With your free hand you untucked a piece of hair that was behind his ear, smiling softly as it fell, framing his face. That was it.

“I love it.”

And that was enough.

I can understand the significance of Tsumugi’s haircut while also not liking it! Like it’s great for his character and all, but it’s a little too short for my liking.

I’m not even a TsumugiP nor a switchP, but something awoke in me when I saw his 2d sprite.

My first post is for a character that's not even my favorite!!