the way it still sings when it hears the voice of someone it's fond of—overly fond of, overly head-over-heels of—even as memories of every love talk they've ever had still waltz in his head, one-two-three one-two-three one-two-three. tsukasa pauses in grabbing his jacket, fingers open above it until one-two-three they close over it. he pulls it on, wrapping his scarf around his neck, and tugs it just above his mouth for good measure.
winter is still his favorite season. it's always held his favorite things—snow and christmas, wonderful memories, embarrassing memories, anya. and it still holds all of those things.
one of those things is waiting for him. tsukasa goes over his list of duties in his head quickly for the third time, just be to sure he finished, before he steps outside.
she's cute, as always. and as always, she brings a smile to his face, a dull ache to his chest thinking about how she loves yuri, how she wouldn't like to be confessed to if she didn't like that same person back, how... )
Привет! ( he said once he wanted to learn russian so he could speak it with her, too. his pronunciation still isn't quite there, but he's been studying, all these seasons. as embarrassing as it is to say "yeah i'm learning a third language for a girl"—well he hasn't had to tell anyone aside from probably leo that yet, so it's fine. ) Tsukasa is here...♪ Heheh... Um, so... to what do I owe the honor?
( also he's 75% sure she's going to hug him so he's steeling himself Right Now and also hoping she doesn't hear how loud his heart is beating. actually if she hugged him would she actually hear it?? oh god )
i'm crying already
the way it still sings when it hears the voice of someone it's fond of—overly fond of, overly head-over-heels of—even as memories of every love talk they've ever had still waltz in his head, one-two-three one-two-three one-two-three. tsukasa pauses in grabbing his jacket, fingers open above it until one-two-three they close over it. he pulls it on, wrapping his scarf around his neck, and tugs it just above his mouth for good measure.
winter is still his favorite season. it's always held his favorite things—snow and christmas, wonderful memories, embarrassing memories, anya. and it still holds all of those things.
one of those things is waiting for him. tsukasa goes over his list of duties in his head quickly for the third time, just be to sure he finished, before he steps outside.
she's cute, as always. and as always, she brings a smile to his face, a dull ache to his chest thinking about how she loves yuri, how she wouldn't like to be confessed to if she didn't like that same person back, how... )
Привет! ( he said once he wanted to learn russian so he could speak it with her, too. his pronunciation still isn't quite there, but he's been studying, all these seasons. as embarrassing as it is to say "yeah i'm learning a third language for a girl"—well he hasn't had to tell anyone aside from probably leo that yet, so it's fine. ) Tsukasa is here...♪ Heheh... Um, so... to what do I owe the honor?
( also he's 75% sure she's going to hug him so he's steeling himself Right Now and also hoping she doesn't hear how loud his heart is beating. actually if she hugged him would she actually hear it?? oh god )