He's so lucky.
He frowns, because that's ridiculous. It's never just Chris; it's always Chris.
A lot of things happen. Some good, other less so. (A collection of drabbles set in the same universe as my previous TanbaChris fics)
Two weeks into his first year at Seidou and Kuramochi has bruised knuckles, pain twinging in his arm, and what feels like a horrible scrape over his left knee.
"It's delicious," Chris says, without an ounce of insincerity. "It always is. You're a good cook, Miyuki."
"If you wait," Chris says, "it'll only hurt more." (A zombie apocalypse au)
Tanba and Manaka, middle school years.
It always begins the same way. (FuruMiyu Week 2014)
In some realities, there lives are simpler. (a cat au)
The gratuitous honeymoon fic. Some background notes: husbands in love. Foreign lands. Private island suites. Plunge pools.
"About lobsters mating for life." He nods towards the screen. "Is that true?"
Something about the way Chris says that—how his tone curls up at the end—gives Tanba pause. "Yuu, what are you up to?"
Dinner goes well. In fact, everything goes well.
Their relationship spans years-it takes root in their shared childhoods, blooms in the private silence of night; it wilts in the morning. LoK AU.
They meet often. The LoK AU.
Why waste time being afraid? Let's just skip ahead to the part where we're friends.
Chris has been thinking about it for a while now, building endless lists of whys and why-nots.
"You're impossible," he says, embarrassment and fondness mingling in his voice like old friends.
He's fantasised about this before, imagined what it would be like to have Tanba going down on him, slow and deliberate and hot.
Chris wakes up at 3:43am, and curses silently.