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Small Tsukishima oneshot? since I’m trying to romanticise my god awful English work

you’re both sat in his room at either side of his small coffee table, worksheets scattered everywhere, tea’s sat side by side in the middle of the table surrounded by your various pens and highlighters and his singular ball point pen he stole from you months ago. Your head is laid on the desk lazily scribbling incoherent words onto your workbook and he is sat perfectly upright, trying to focus on his calculations, however you can see his eyes starting to falter and flutter shut from time to time before he jolts upright and shakes his hands subtly to keep awake. It’s 12AM, on a Sunday, and your both studying for your respective termly tests. Tsukishima is shoulders deep into his trig calculations while you are barely hanging on to your [subject] revision. You begin to peel away from your revision, looking up at your boyfriend of 2 years’s puzzled face as he struggles to find an answer to his equation. You sit there, studying his quizzical look; eyebrows furrowed, jaw tightened the last glimpse of hope leaving his eyes. He is completely lost. You chuckle slightly realising how the one and only tsukishima is confused on a maths problem. He meets your eyes, still maintaining the same look of confusion. “ don’t laugh, this isn’t a laughing matter” he says whilst battering the buttons of his calculator. “What!?? Don’t get mad at me just because you can’t make numbers work.” You reply sarcastically. “You can barely string a sentence together, you are in no position to be laughing at me, I mean look at your handwriting right now” he retaliates, smirking, pointing at your paper. “Okay shut up.” You reply, yawning. Some time passes and you decide it’s time to pack away all of your stuff so you can sleep. Whilst your scooping up your books and papers, Tsukishima grabs your wrist, “what are you doing?” “Uhhh packing my stuff away?-” You answer as if it wasn’t obvious enough. “Why?” He asks innocently, “it’s nearly 2AM we need to actually sleep you know.” You continue to place your stuff into your bag messily whilst he watches you, deciding wether or not to join you. Tsukishima, however, is extremely stubborn when it comes to his work and must complete any unfinished questions to be satisfied, so he decides - unwillingly - to complete this equation before tidying his workspace. You finish clearing your space and sprawl out, face down onto his bed, breathing in his freshly washed bedding. Usually when you lay down on tsukishimas bed, he joins you but today, you wait and wait however he still isn’t joining you. You turn around to beg him to lay with you and fall asleep but instead you find him with his head on the desk, eyes closed behind his dark frames and lips slightly parted, releasing soft breaths onto his worksheet. In that moment, your heart melts. Seeing him look so peaceful after having such a stern look on his face makes your heart do backflips. You decide to join him on the floor and pepper kisses along his cheek to wake him - though you would rather leave him be, he will complain about having a bad back - His eyes flutter open, meeting yours “ what are you doing?” He laughs slightly, smiling tiredly. “Making sure you don’t develop back problems, now come lay down with me” you ‘demand’. “But I need to finish this question.” He complains. You reach your hand out as a reply and after a brief thought, he clasps it in his, rubbing his thumb along along the back of your palm. You both climb into bed and cuddle together, his long fingers caressing your hair, serving as a sleep aid for both him and you. The two of you begin to fall asleep to the sounds of eachothers soft breathing, not caring about the unfinished work strewn across tsukishimas bedroom floor. When it comes to you, He can never be stubborn

I am incredibly sorry this is actually terrible 😞 I can never fully explain my ideas but here u go 😭😭

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Small Tsukishima oneshot? since I’m trying to romanticise my god awful English work

you’re both sat in his room at either side of his small coffee table, worksheets scattered everywhere, tea’s sat side by side in the middle of the table surrounded by your various pens and highlighters and his singular ball point pen he stole from you months ago. Your head is laid on the desk lazily scribbling incoherent words onto your workbook and he is sat perfectly upright, trying to focus on his calculations, however you can see his eyes starting to falter and flutter shut from time to time before he jolts upright and shakes his hands subtly to keep awake. It’s 12AM, on a Sunday, and your both studying for your respective termly tests. Tsukishima is shoulders deep into his trig calculations while you are barely hanging on to your [subject] revision. You begin to peel away from your revision, looking up at your boyfriend of 2 years’s puzzled face as he struggles to find an answer to his equation. You sit there, studying his quizzical look; eyebrows furrowed, jaw tightened the last glimpse of hope leaving his eyes. He is completely lost. You chuckle slightly realising how the one and only tsukishima is confused on a maths problem. He meets your eyes, still maintaining the same look of confusion. “ don’t laugh, this isn’t a laughing matter” he says whilst battering the buttons of his calculator. “What!?? Don’t get mad at me just because you can’t make numbers work.” You reply sarcastically. “You can barely string a sentence together, you are in no position to be laughing at me, I mean look at your handwriting right now” he retaliates, smirking, pointing at your paper. “Okay shut up.” You reply, yawning. Some time passes and you decide it’s time to pack away all of your stuff so you can sleep. Whilst your scooping up your books and papers, Tsukishima grabs your wrist, “what are you doing?” “Uhhh packing my stuff away?-” You answer as if it wasn’t obvious enough. “Why?” He asks innocently, “it’s nearly 2AM we need to actually sleep you know.” You continue to place your stuff into your bag messily whilst he watches you, deciding wether or not to join you. Tsukishima, however, is extremely stubborn when it comes to his work and must complete any unfinished questions to be satisfied, so he decides - unwillingly - to complete this equation before tidying his workspace. You finish clearing your space and sprawl out, face down onto his bed, breathing in his freshly washed bedding. Usually when you lay down on tsukishimas bed, he joins you but today, you wait and wait however he still isn’t joining you. You turn around to beg him to lay with you and fall asleep but instead you find him with his head on the desk, eyes closed behind his dark frames and lips slightly parted, releasing soft breaths onto his worksheet. In that moment, your heart melts. Seeing him look so peaceful after having such a stern look on his face makes your heart do backflips. You decide to join him on the floor and pepper kisses along his cheek to wake him - though you would rather leave him be, he will complain about having a bad back - His eyes flutter open, meeting yours “ what are you doing?” He laughs slightly, smiling tiredly. “Making sure you don’t develop back problems, now come lay down with me” you ‘demand’. “But I need to finish this question.” He complains. You reach your hand out as a reply and after a brief thought, he clasps it in his, rubbing his thumb along along the back of your palm. You both climb into bed and cuddle together, his long fingers caressing your hair, serving as a sleep aid for both him and you. The two of you begin to fall asleep to the sounds of eachothers soft breathing, not caring about the unfinished work strewn across tsukishimas bedroom floor. When it comes to you, He can never be stubborn

I am incredibly sorry this is actually terrible 😞 I can never fully explain my ideas but here u go 😭😭

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Adam Carlsen + Aaron Blackford + Levi Ward

🤝🤝🤝

Making the mc think they hate them when they’re just deeply in love

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They’re both so perfect 😭

there was a time when i used to think there can't be a better book boyfriend than adam carlsen. then i met levi ward