#i might even write more on SB and wind up with 5 total chapters seeing the length ch4 already is as a wip

[artistfingers]

hi i just wanted to say i love soap bubble so much, i am going to be thinking about pining tsukishima for So Long, thank you

heheheh thank YOU anon, i am SO glad you are enjoying soap bubble~ pining tsukki is sooooo much fun to write and he and his problems are living in my head absolutely rent free

for the time being i'm working on the companion fic, surface tension, but don't worry.... i've written ahead quite a bit hehehe the next part of SB is well underway, and ST is already past 25k in my doc. (who allowed this??)

here's a little preview of the first few hundred words i've got for chapter 4 of soap bubble!! (very much a wip & subject to change, of course)

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It only takes the one round for Kei to largely tune out of the game. 

The next time his name is called, he opts to drink rather than picking between the two extremely generous choices of verbal humiliation and physical humiliation, then forfeits his turns to spin. The game is more fun as a spectacle than as a participant; most of his teammates have no qualms about making fools of themselves.

He feels like a specimen under a microscope all the same, examined from all angles. Kageyama keeps giving him unsubtle, pointed looks, like he’s trying to say something without actually saying something—Kei can’t be bothered to figure out what. 

On top of that, Tadashi’s puppy eyes are unrelenting, at least until they morph into more suggestive eyebrow wiggles, at which point Kei thinks he’d rather have the guilt trip.

Then, there’s Hinata’s secretive little glances—

Kei’s mood is still floating. Fuzzy and warm, his diaphragm a size too big, pumped with helium. It lilts and wheels, and it’s not completely unpleasant.

“—Tsukishima. Truth or dare?”

Eguchi’s spin has landed on him.

“Pass,” Kei drawls, swigging his beer to signal it.

“Oh, you’re boring,” Nishinoya complains.

“Spin again,” Kei says to Eguchi.

[bubble on Ao3]