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[hikari-writes]

Yams.

Hand in marriage.

Now.

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And if you dont mind me joining ur 1k event, mayhaps a yamaguchi tadashi with the prompt hallway crush? 🥺🥺

AAAA TYSM BABY, I APPRECIATE U SM💗thank you for reading !!! and of COURRSSEE!!!! i was hoping someone asked 4 him cus there isn’t enough writing for him):

BUTTERFLY.

[ yamaguchi tadashi ]

tadashi’s locker closes with a soft ‘click’ and a deep gulp.

tsukishima had bumped his shoulder softly, sending him a sly grin. the freckled boy knew what this meant, seeing as they had made up a little code gesture for whenever you came around. this gesture came about maybe two weeks after tadashi laid his eyes on you - his hallway crush.

he was just joking around with his best friend on a certain december 3rd, it was chilly but he hadn’t felt a single tinge of cold that day. his skin was warm, flushed and felt as if there were little bubbles of adornment popping under it. his pupils dilated widely, lashes fluttering as his neck moved smoothly because in that moment, he felt as if he would simply whither if he ever took his eyes off of you. the movements you made were soft, elegant, affectionate towards your friends. he loved how your hair was done, the way it complimented your outfit. he thought your smile was gorgeous, your teeth sparkling under the sunlight streaming in from the hallway windows. tadashi thought you were unreal. he had even told tsukishima that you reminded him of a butterfly .

so as the boy heard your shoes against the tacky flooring of your school- his heart rate sped up dangerously and his palms began to sweat. what was he gonna say? were you gonna bully him? no, you would never. he knows that. you’re far too kind, too compassionate to do that. it’s what he loves about you- although he’s never experienced it first hand- via stalking your social media he knows. you tap his shoulder and apart from him towering over you, he feels tiny. “hi, tadashi right?” you start. he nods with a boyish smile, “ yes! yeah! that’s me. do you need something, yn?” he asks nervously. your eyebrow quirks at him knowing your name, and of course it doesn’t go unnoticed. he makes a mental note to kick himself in the shin later.

“ no, i just wanted to say i love your sweater actually,” you explain shyly. tadashi’s heart thumps loudly, a single beat felt in his throat and in his tummy as the already existing butterflies uproar. he giggles, fiddling with the hem of said sweater. it was a pretty greyish blue - and it had little daisies on it. it suited him. when you made a comment about it to your friends, they had all pushed you to tell tadashi because oh- what d’ya know?

tadashi was your hallway crush too.

“oh! thanks it uhm,” he pauses, stuffing his hands into the pockets, “ it has pockets !” tadashi exclaims. you laugh, fully and happily at his excitement towards the pockets. he laughs along, attempting to ignore the affection growing in his stomach, his chest, the dizziness he felt. your laugh was beautiful. soft, melodic and dreamy : standard qualities that you also held. “ that’s awesome, huh?” you reply, your laughter dying out. he nods again, words evading him as he admired the flutter of your eyelashes while you tried to stop laughing. he would never know that it was from your own nervousness.

“the sweater wasn’t the only thing i came here for, actually,” you say. his head perks up, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. you looked up finally from your hands, “ i actually wanted to ask if uhm,” you pause. taking in a breath and trying to ignore tadashi’s sparking eyes. “ do you wanna maybe , go out? with me?”

tadashi felt warmth. light, giddish and free. like the wind in a field of cold air and warm sunlight, like cool sheets on a hot day, like sprite down your throat. happy, nervous, beautiful .

just like a butterfly.