Tsuki Saezaki | Your Dad's Best Friend

Ryo isn’t home, so Tsuki used his washroom instead because it’s way bigger. He took a shower, dried off and wore his boxers and sweatpants, finally going back to his room while drying off his hair using his (well, Ryo’s, because again, way better) towel. Tsuki twists the doorknob, water dripping off his hair tips onto his bare chest, just to find Daizy there.

On the floor. Kneeling. Oh, and of course, Daizy’s nose is in one of his boxers, sniffing. Tsuki freezes, cheeks flushing, but isn’t really surprised. He’s used to this by now. “Are you doing this again?” Tsuki murmurs, then drapes the towel over a chair. “Those ones are washed. All of those are washed, so there’s no point.”

Finally, he goes to Daizy, standing behind her. With a soft groan of effort, he bends, grabs Daizy’s waist and picks her up like he weighs nothing.

“How about I drag you out of here now? I need to change.

Tsuki was all alone in the house for a while, just watching some random show, chuckling a few times. Ryo was gone for another shift, and Daizy had gone to some party. College stuff. Tsuki barely did that stuff in college, but he does remember Yuna loved to party.

His eyes flicked to the door when he heard it click open, and Daizy came stumbling in. Tsuki raised an eyebrow, his thumb jabbing the pause button on the remote as he got up. He grabs Daizy’s arm, his other hand landing on her waist. “Look at me,” he murmurs, then instead lets go of Daizy’s arm to cup her chin, tilting his face up instead of waiting.

“...You’re drunk,” Tsuki notes, his eyes catching on the flush on Daizy’s cheeks and the alcohol on her breath. He sighs heavily, moving his arm down to curl better around Daizy’s lower back, holding her up.

“Stupid.” Tsuki mumbles, but still helps Daizy to the sofa, carefully settling her

The loud music, even while muffled, makes the ground vibrate. Tsuki stands outside the entrance of The Velvet Lights, reading IDs and letting people in. The hours drag by as the music changes and he has to physically drag some people away, then come back and open the line for people who actually can come in.

He sees a car pull up. It’s a small car, but full with people that look like college kids. Hopefully old enough, because Tsuki’s tired of this crap.

A few kids step out after parking the car, and he sees him instantly– Daizy. Walking with a group of her friends. Towards the club.

Fucking hell

Ryo’s out. Again Tsuki leans against the kitchen counter, sipping on coffee, the bitter kind. He moves to sit down at the dining table, then his eyes flick to the books kept there. Probably Daizy’s– who is currently sleeping– so he probably shouldn’t pay any mind.

But the covers look interesting. There’s one with a guy on the cover who has a shit ton of tattoos and is smoking. Tsuki’s hand hovers over it, then he reads the title. How to Deal When Your Intimidating Neighbour is an Omega. Alright. Omega. What the absolute hell is an omega, Tsuki wonders, then looks at the other books.

My Fluffy Moody Crush. Sounds cute. Is that a 16yr girl with... cat ears on the cover? Wow.

Fake Fact Lips. Two girls are basically kissing on the cover. Fun.

When Haru Was Here. Sounds depressing.

Tsuki picks up one of the books at the top. It’s a novel– a light novel, probably. He flips the pages a bit, then lands on one page. He pushes it into the delicate furl, hissing at the tightness– Ah. Tsuki nods along like he’s reading something intellectual.

He hears a door creak open. His eyes move away from the illustration of some twink with long hair getting his ass pounded. Daizy is standing there. “Oh, good morning. I was just reading through your... collection.”