#yachikiyo

quick kiyoyachi mermaids for mermay bc i love this video somuch

Send me a color and a ship and I’ll write you a fic that feels like that color.

Warning: Angst ahead.

Yachi was so small. Kiyoko wasn’t much in the size department, but Yachi was tiny even compared to her. They lay together on the couch, Yachi wrapped up in Kiyoko’s arms, and listened to the rain. Kiyoko hummed a lullaby her mother used to sing to her and Yachi cried silent tears.

It was a long time before either of them broke the silence. Kiyoko couldn’t take it at long last, and she simply had to speak.

“I’m sorry,” she said. It wasn’t enough. Wasn’t enough for the sorry she felt. Wasn’t anything compared to what Yachi was feeling.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay. I’m going to fight this.” Yachi’s small voice had that line of steel in it she had picked up in high school, the one that had made Kiyoko slip from a simple crush to completely head-over-heels for her.

“I know you will,” Kiyoko said. “But for now, it’s okay to be upset.”

“I know,” Yachi said. “I just don’t want you to be-”

“I’ll be okay,” Kiyoko said. “I’ll fall apart later. Right now, only one of us should at a time, and it’s your turn. You earned tonight.”

“By what? Getting sick?” There was a dark humor in her words, but Kiyoko noticed how she couldn’t say the word. Neither of them had managed it, not since the doctor had said it too many times for either of them to deny what she was telling them.

“We’re going to get through this,” Kiyoko said. “We’re going to find a way to-”

“Kiyo.” Yachi rarely used that nickname. Kiyoko loosened her arms around Yachi and let her roll over so her chin was resting on Kiyoko’s breast bone, her eyes staring up at her big and round and wet with tears. “This is not your fault. If you aren’t ready to deal with this, if you want to leave, I understand. I’m not going to tie you down unless you want to be tied down with me.”

“I do,” Kiyoko said. “If you’re sinking, I’m going down with you. That’s what I promised you and I’m standing by that.”

Euphoria

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Thanks a lot!! And sorry that this took a little while (I’m not used to draw girls) but I hope you like it!

Tanaka Saeko is going to die. This is Hitoka’s only thought as she watches Ryuu’s live stream. The younger Tanaka was being his typical self, oogling Kiyoko, and of course Saeko decides to tell him, on camera, “Ryuu, bud, how many times do I have to tell you Kiyo-kun is hella gay for Yachi? They’re actually dating.” 

Yachi watches as Ryuu’s face heats up, his eyes widening, and he coughs, grabbing something from off camera and waving it around. He stutters out a quick change of subject, but the damage is done, and Yachi groans, closing her laptop with a gentle click. 

“Oh god,” She groans, banging her head on her pink desk. “Whyyyy?” 

Her phone is exploding with twitter notifications, and she ignores it, standing and walking across her small studio apartment to the kitchenette, pouring herself more coffee. She opts against her usual creamer, deciding she’s going to need all the caffeine she can get to clear this up. 

She’s sitting down again, about to open her laptop again, when her phone rings and she answers with a groan. 

“Tadashiii, I’m going to die.” 

“Please don’t do that, we’ve only just gotten together,” comes a calm, quiet voice that definitely isn’t Tadashi. 

“Oh my god,” Hitoka whines. “Kiyoko, I’m actually going to die.” 

“I thought you would be like this,” Kiyoko says, and Yachi can hear the smile in her voice. “But isn’t this karma? You did out Tsukishima-kun and Tadashi-chan, it’s only fair.” 

Hitoka groans. “You’re not angry? I mean, it was your idea to keep it quiet...” 

“I just wanted to keep you to myself for a while,” Kiyoko says simply. “I’m glad, though, actually. I’m very proud to be with you.” 

“Oh my god.” 

Kiyoko chuckles. “I love you so much, Hitoka-chan~ Just don’t go on dying now, I’d be very upset.” 

“I’ll try...” 

“I’m going to make a post to clear things up, and then get to work on a new video so I’ll let you go. I love you.” 

Hitoka turns positively red. “I love you too...Bye...” 

“Goodbye, Hitoka-chan.” 

“B- Bye...” 

The phone clicks and Yachi can’t even pull her phone away from her ear before it rings again. She picks it up, groaning. 

“Hello, Tadashi.” 

“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it, Yacchan?” 

“It is indeed.”