Driftwoodsun - This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light

Thinking "tsukishima telling yamaguchi to shut up constantly is mean" is okay but thinking "yamaguchi has no social awareness whatsoever and will scream and talk your ear off if tsukishima doesn't remind him to let others talk" is better

That’s the thing about a/b/o; it’s such a good vehicle for certain kinks. I’m just going to go with the first half of the list and say Tsukkiyama… any of: 6, 11, 14, 19 or 28.

Any, some, all or none! Up to you!

All of your fics are great!

This is exactly my thought. I picked two of the ones you sent from the prompt list, feel free to send more if you want!

6. Alpha voice 14. Claim fuck

Here’s the ao3 link 

- MINORS DNI -

Tsukishima Kei is not prone to letting his emotions or his instincts get the best of him. It’s tiring, and just not worth it most of the time. Often, this isn’t an issue; he doesn’t feel anything too strongly, and he’s not exactly eager to get into just any omega’s pants, so even when an omega goes into heat in public he’s able to keep a level head. He doesn’t feel that primal urge inside himself to claim, to mate- 

Or, at least, for the most part. It’s becoming more of an issue lately, and it’s frustrating. He doesn’t know what it is, but lately whenever he finds himself out with friends, he’s just the slightest bit annoyed, just a little more prone to snapping back. He chalks it up to just having outgrown the idea of going out every weekend now that he’s an adult with a job, and yet whenever a certain childhood friend of his asks him to come out he does without hesitation. 

...Which leads to his other issue. 

Yamaguchi Tadashi has always been a soft spot for Kei, he’s always wanted to protect him- ever since they first became friends in elementary school. Now that they’ve long since graduated highschool, and recently college, however, it’s becoming increasingly obvious that Kei’s soft spot for Tadashi is more than he lets on. And Tadashi has always been naïve, but it’s never been more aggravating to get him out of the situations he manages to get himself in when he’s a little tipsy. And Yamaguchi likes to let loose on the weekends. 

And letting loose he is. 

Kei hadn’t even wanted to go out tonight. He was barely leaving the museum when his phone rang, the caller ID reading Kuroo’s phone number, and he’d immediately rejected the call. However, not even two seconds later he received a text with the simple words: “We have freckles with us already so you might as well just come over now instead of fighting it.” So he did. And that familiar annoyance and quick temper has returned, only fueled by the loud music bumping in the over-crowded club that Bokuto and Kuroo dragged his omega to-

There it is again. Yamaguchi isn’t his. He isn’t Kei’s, and he knows this. Even still, in his head, he calls him that. He doesn’t know when he that started, just that he never stopped, and he doesn’t see any harm in it; after all, anyone who’s spent more than a few hours with them can clearly see Kei’s laid his claim on Yamaguchi even if he hasn’t actually marked him. Or even tried to court him. His influence is all over, however, from the clothes Kei buys him just so he can scent them before he gifts them to the fading hickeys Yamaguchi asks Kei to give him before they go out to deter alphas from hitting on him when they’re clubbing. 

Even still, those only seem to work if the other person knows them, and isn’t some stranger in the club. To strangers, Kei’s scent and the hickeys he peppers on Yamaguchi’s neck are just hints of a promiscuous omega, a tease who gets busy with more than one person in one night- and they tend to get angry when their advances are rejected by a “slut.” 

Kei doesn’t know when he lost Yamaguchi, just that he’s been increasingly more annoyed by his other friends as they progressively get drunker. And so he does what he usually does when he gets fed up with them: goes to find Yamaguchi so he can leave. It takes a long moment to find him, and when he does, he doesn’t like what he finds. 

He can’t hear over the music and the loud conversations surrounding them, but he can see the snarl on the alpha’s face as he leans far too close to Yamaguchi. The omega -his omega- is leaning as far away as he can, but his back is pressed against the wall with nowhere else to go. It takes three seconds to get from the bar to where they are, just in time for the alpha to reach a hand up Yamaguchi’s skirt and promptly get punched in the jaw by Yamaguchi. Immediately the area around them clears around them so Kei can step in between them. 

“You bit-” 

The alpha goes to punch back, but freezes when he sees Kei standing there. “You’d really punch an omega that just hit you so hard you had those cartoon birds flying around your head? That’s kind of pathetic, man.” 

“Who are you, this little slut’s babysitter? Why don’t you tell ‘im to-” 

“I’d stop right there, or I’ll let him loose on you again. Do you want an omega to knock you out?” 

The alpha growls, but he backs off, flicking them off once more before he disappears into the crowd. Kei turns to Yamaguchi as the people immediately around them dissolve back into the club mentality, ignoring the two as soon as the drama is over. When Kei turns around, Yamaguchi’s fist is still clenched, skirt ridden up just the slightest, and he’s shaking. 

“Yamaguchi, let’s go.” 

“What? I- I’m fine, Tsukki. Let’s just go find the others,” 

“I just left them, I was coming to find you anyway.” 

“But I wanna stay,” 

“And get groped by some stranger again? I don’t think so.” Kei says. 

Yamaguchi huffs. “Come on Tsukki, please? I barely have a buzz, I-” 

“And if you get any drunker, you’re gonna get taken advantage of by some random alpha.” 

“And what if I want that?” 

“I- What?” Kei’s eyes narrow and he glares at Yamaguchi, stepping closer to him. “You’re okay with just anyone taking you home? What if one of them marks you? What if they get you pregnant?” 

Yamaguchi crosses his arms and glares right back. “And what if they do? It’s not like you are.” 

Something in Kei snaps then, and he growls, taking Yamaguchi by the wrist and pulling him against his chest. He isn’t one to use his alpha status above an omega, but he can’t help himself as he commands Yamaguchi with his alpha voice, “We’re leaving. Now.” 

Yamaguchi doesn’t protest as Kei drags him out of the club, and Kei ignores the whoops and hollers from a drunk Bokuto and Kuroo, both of whom are trying to reign in a drunk Hinata before he climbs onto the bar and shows all of Sendai the dance moves he’d learned in Brazil. Once out of the club, his senses sharpen and he feels a bit better, but anger still boils in his chest as he drags Yamaguchi down the street and to the closest train station. After swiping their metro cards he takes Yamaguchi and pins him against the wall, kissing him roughly while they wait for their train. 

“Is this what you wanted? Attention from me? Is that why you wore this little number and went off and almost got yourself groped in the club by whoever you could get to touch you so I would get jealous?” 

“M- Maybe,” Yamaguchi murmurs against Kei’s lips, gasping when Kei’s knee slips between his thighs, arms hiding him from the rest of the underground station. “I was tired of your fucking pretending like there isn’t something between us, so I figured I’d give you a push. Is that so wrong?” 

“It is when my omega is backed into a corner with a hand up his skirt by someone that’s not me.” 

“So you admit I’m yours?” 

“Of fucking course you are! When have you ever not been?” Yamaguchi swallows thickly, his wide-eyed gaze looking at Kei like he hung the goddamn moon, and Kei growls. “As soon as we get back to my place I’m fucking you so goddamn hard and you’re getting a bond mark right,” he nips at the junction of Yamaguchi’s neck and shoulder, “There. Understand? No one is going to mistake you for single after this.” 

“Y- Yes, alpha.” 

“That’s what I like to hear.” They continue to kiss while they wait, and once again when their train arrives. Once they reach their stop, Kei’s hand once again finds Yamaguchi’s wrist and he pulls him along, feeling a little guilty when he sees it’s bright red from being grabbed so roughly; it’ll definitely bruise before the night is over. He doesn’t have time to feel guilty, however, because Yamaguchi’s hand slips into Kei’s front pants pocket and pulls his keys out of it, unlocking his apartment and pushing him inside. Kei grins, pulling Yamaguchi by his collar into a kiss as they scramble to take their shoes off while still kissing. “Feisty now, huh?” 

“Just impatient. I’ve been waiting for this moment since we were seventeen.” 

Kei groans against Tadashi’s lips. “You mean I could’ve been fucking you since second year? That was six years ago,” 

“I didn’t think you liked me back until, like, six months ago Tsukki! And I thought you would make the first move, since you’re an alpha.” 

“You know I’m just as stubborn as you, did you really think I’d give up my pride and confess?” 

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re stupid. Now are you going to claim me or not?” 

“You don’t have to ask twice,” Now out of their shoes, Kei lifts Tadashi and carries him down the hall to his bedroom. He has half the mind to fuck him right on the floor in the genkan, but he at least has the sense to make sure Yamaguchi is comfortable while he fucks his brains out. Once in his bedroom, he drops Yamaguchi on the bed, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Yamaguchi pulls away just the slightest to pull his top off, wiggling out of his skirt while Kei shucks off his own shirt and begins undoing the buttons on his slacks. He growls when he sees Yamaguchi’s nearly naked form underneath him, the light pink boxer briefs damp and tenting his dick. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, you know that?” 

“That’s coming from you? You’re a literal god, Kei.” 

Something about Yamaguchi calling him by his given name screams to the primal side inside of Kei. Nipping at his lips, Kei’s hands find Yamaguchi’s hips and pulls them flush against his. “You’re so fucking hot. I’m going to make sure the only think you can say is my name.” 

“Yes, please.” Yamaguchi whispers. Resisting the urge to rip Yamaguchi’s underwear, he slides it off as quickly and as gracelessly as possible, losing his cool immediately when the scent of slick unhidden by clothing hits his nose. He pulls away to get a good look at Yamaguchi totally naked, now, and he growls. 

“You’re dripping. Have you been slicked up the whole way home, or did I just work you up in the few minutes we’ve been back home?” 

“Th- The first option,” 

"Well I’m going to treat you so good, don’t you worry. I know I could probably slip right in with how wet you are right now, but I’m gonna prep you, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

One of Kei’s hands spreads Yamaguchi’s thighs, the other moving to tease at his rim. Yamaguchi whines, his knees trying to close, and Kei nips at his jaw, keeping his legs spread with a firm grip. “Don’t hide yourself. I’m going to be seeing a while lot of you, so there’s no point in being shy.” 

Whimpering, Tadashi nods slowly, and relaxes somewhat as Kei slips two fingers inside of his hole. Kei’s fingers are long and slim, and slip inside easily, slick coating them immediately. He probably didn’t even need to prepare the omega, because he’s reacting so well to Kei’s touch and opening up with little prodding; his little cock sits rock-hard and dripping, untouched, and Kei’s own cock twitches at the sight of the man in front of him. Yamaguchi gasps when Kei’s fingers shift inside of him and Kei grins, dragging his fingers over the same spot. He revels in the way Yamaguchi moans and whines, rolling his hips to get more stimulation. 

“Fuck, Kei...N- Need you, now. Please. Please,” 

Suddenly Kei’s confidence wanes and he hesitates, looking down at Yamaguchi. “I don’t want to hurt you, Tadashi.” 

Yamaguchi groans. “I can take it, Tsukki. Come on, fuck me.” 

“Right. Right, I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to claim you. Got it?” 

“Got it.” 

Kei slides his fingers out of Yamaguchi’s hole, positioning his member and pushing inside. As soon as the tip slips in he groans, pleasure overtaking him as he bottoms out with one quick thrust that brings out a loud cry from the omega underneath him. He growls, connecting their lips once more, as he fucks into Yamaguchi roughly. His hands wander Yamaguchi’s body, the omega reacting to his touch so well, his back arching off the bed. Kei sucks in every little sound, every little tightening around his cock, quickly losing control of himself. 

“Fuck, Tadashi...You’re mine. I’m not going to let anyone touch you ever again, you’re mine and only mine, you understand?” 

Yamaguchi keens, a shiver running down his spine, and nods. His hands, tangled in Kei’s hair, grips tighter with every thrust. 

“If any other alpha even looks at you after this, I’m gonna fucking kill him.” 

“Possessive of me already? You haven’t even- hn, you haven’t even marked me yet.” 

“If you want to rush me, Tadashi, I can gladly make you cum faster, but I quite like this pace more,” Kei growls, thrusting harder, and he hears Yamaguchi’s breath hitch. 

“F- Fuck, please, Kei, faster. Please. ‘m so close, so ready, plea-” Yamaguchi gasps, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and Kei grins. He nips at Yamaguchi’s neck, right where he’s preparing to mark him, and reaches a hand down to stroke Yamaguchi’s dick. Yamaguchi reacts to the touch with a shout that will more than likely get Kei a noise complaint from his neighbors, but he doesn’t care one bit. Kei’s own orgasm builds closer and closer as he continues fucking into Yamaguchi ruthlessly, and he knows Yamaguchi is close by how much he starts to tighten around his cock. 

“Tadashi...Tadashi, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby,” He pants, “You’re going to be full of my pups soon enough. I’m going to claim you and get you pregnant as soon as possible, so everyone knows you’re mine. You’re mine, hear that? Mine.” 

“Fuck, Kei..! Please, please, ‘m coming, claim me alpha, ple- agh!” 

Kei wastes no time in biting down on the junction of Yamaguchi’s neck and shoulder, claiming the omega as he comes. As his teeth sink into flesh, Kei’s own orgasm spills inside of Yamaguchi and he thrusts one final time as his knot swells and locks them together. An indescribable pleasure washes over him as he feels the mating bond form between them. Once they’ve both finished, Kei collapses on top of Yamaguchi, both of them panting breathlessly. 

In the morning, Kei will likely be embarrassed about letting his inner alpha out like this, but for now, he allows himself to feel the bliss of a fresh bond with the man he loves. 

Interviewer: How does it feels being the brother of the best setter?

Osamu: Kageyama Tobio is not my brother.

yamaguchi: Tsukki and i got married!!

kageyama: don’t share your personal problems with everyone.

tsukiyama sm sm wip, HAHHHHAAAAAHHAHHAHAHAH

While I'm pretty much obsessed with my romantic tsukkiyamas, I actually believe their platonic bond will always be fundamental to whatever relationships they might have

Like, they'll be dating for 25 years and living together for 24 out of them, middle-aged married couple in anything but name, but 100% consider each other their best friends and favourite person to just casually hang out with

Double date 💋

Want some Yamagoooch? Here's a Yamaguchi art made by yours truly~ Enjoy!

could you do one with sub yamaguchi please 🥺

i'm trying to work on my dialogue game so this is kinda rough im so sorry😭😭😭 alsoooo i didn’t know this was supposed to be pegging? but i did it anyways so lmk if you want somethin different pls ill get on that

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Fem!Reader

Rating: M! For Mature

Contains: sub!yama, pegging, femdom per usual, overstim, spanking, lots of praise bc he’s baby

Yamaguchi whines low in his throat, fingers sliding from beneath the pillow to the sheets beneath them, hooking just beneath the edge before curling them into his palm. His knuckles go white with the solid grip, tensing in a way that must be painful as he squirms in your lap.

“Please,” He murmurs, and you can’t tell whether it’s the weight of the word or the pleasure that makes his voice crack so prettily.

The sight- the sound makes your mouth go dry. You’d been together long enough to read every small cue and shudder of his body but time doesn’t ease the way you feel; doesn’t make the sight of him so perfect and willing for you any less breathtaking. You swallow thickly, struggling to hear over the pounding of your own heart in your ears. 

“Shh,” You ease, stilling your hand and smoothing the other over his hair.  “Only a few left, and you deserve them, remember? You were being so bad earlier.” 

“I-” Tadashi begins hesitantly, but the waning edge of his voice makes you click your tongue. There’s a pause that follows and then he speaks again: “I know.Just want more, please I need it.”

You smile, kissing him softly on the shoulder before smacking him again, quick and sharp. It’s the noise more than the impact that startles him, gasping in surprise as he clenches down on the finger you’d given him earlier. “Three,” You tell him. 

The fourth one tears another broken noise free and the sound goes straight to your core, arousal bleeding through your veins. You smile down at him even though he can’t see it, “You moan so pretty for me.” 

“Tha-Thank you,” Yama breathes, hands shaking. Compliments always make him hazy; you can practically hear the blush; see the nervous twitch his nose would give in response. 

He falls silent for a second and you allow him the time it takes to recuperate, waiting for him to suck in a steadying breath before raising your hand in question. “Again?” He asks timidly, voice soft, and you grin. 

“Good boy,” You breathe, spanking him again before he has the chance to anticipate it.

You make sure to press hard against his prostate simultaneously, slipping another finger along side the first before curling them until he clenches around you. His thighs tremble against yours, and you wonder briefly how long he’ll last like this. Your answer comes a few seconds later, when he scrambles for purchase at the sixth blow. 

“Wa-Wait!” He cries out, and you pause your hand where it lies in the air, stroking over his ass in comfort as he struggles to string sentences together. 

“You normally love your punishments, baby,” You hum questioningly, but you know the answer; can feel it in your lungs, “Don’t want anymore?”

“I-I’m okay, I promise. Just- too close.” His voice is thick with tears, but steady enough for you to trust the words it spills. You strike him again and he whimpers, bucking so hard he almost falls unsteadily off of your lap. You rake your gaze down to the reddened imprints on his skin, some shaped like your hand but blurry on the edges where they’d overlapped. “Oh?” You ask, “Were you gonna cum? Is that it?” 

When his head nodes shakily in confirmation, you grin, “Do you want me to keep going?” 

“Please…” He whispers, and you press a kiss into his shoulder at the honesty. You alternate unsteadily between spanking and working Tadashi open, squirting extra lube into your hand as you make your way to three fingers. You hate this position, honestly; although you can picture how his face looks right now it’s different when you can’t see it- when you don’t get to see the tears you know his eyes are glazed with. He was always so pretty when he cried; always looked the best when you drove him delirious with pleasure and stimulation.

 When you strike him particularly hard over the crease of his thigh, Tadashi sniffles into the sheets. “You doing okay, baby?” You ask, soothing over the marks with careful hands. 

“Yeah,” He mumbles, rocking in your lap with small, minuscule jerks of his hips. You trace the knobs in his spine, running up his back to cup softly at the back of his neck as you crook your fingers and he whines. “You’re doing so good, bunny,” You smile. “Do you think you’ve had enough?” 

Tadashi nods again, blushing down his neck, “I- yeah. Yes.” 

“Turn around, then,” You coo as you slip your fingers free from him, “Let me look at you, baby.”

His head raises slowly, arms planted to push himself up and you hold his hip for balance to aid his slide, twisting him over before helping him ease gently onto his back. His lips are bitten red, cheeks flushed the prettiest crimson as tears track messily down the places of his face. His eyes darken with desire- pupils blown wide as they meet yours. 

You wind your fingers into his hair, gently, but with an intensity that forces his head to the side. His neck strains, and you can’t help but press your lips into the slow, anticipating bob of his Adam's apple. “You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you baby boy?” You hum into his ear, “Don’t you like it when I take what I need from you?”

“Yes,” He whines, but you aren’t sure if he’s actually answering the question, or simply begging for you to be inside of him. You chuckle anyways, dragging his hand above his head to press them firmly into the mattress,  “Leave them,” You order, and he obeys, winding his fingers together complacently. Teary eyes blink up at you, and you can’t help but brush the hair from his damp forehead.

His cock bobs heavy against his stomach, pre-cum beading steadily at the angry tip as you rub at the freckled skin of his legs, scattering the uneven press of your lips. You run hands up the backs of his thighs, leaning over his body to kiss back at his neck before peeling away to capture his mouth.

Tadashi shudders when you hook your teeth into his bottom lip, and downright keens when you sink them in, tugging the slightest bit. He has half the mind to beg, but with your tongue skimming hot across his teeth and licking into his open mouth, it’s too difficult to find the words to break the tension. 

His hands curl into the sheets above his head, palms aching with the need to feel the warmth of your body beneath them, but he doesn’t dare break the control you have over him. He can’t help but need more- mind melting beneath every caress and feather-light breath you gift him. 

“More…” He finally whines when you pull away, and you smile into his neck, shifting your weight to settle properly on top of him, hand rubbing from his hair to his ribs. 

“I’ve got you, bunny,” You croon as you finally tug the harness tight around your waist, reaching idly for the lube, “Just relax, okay? Gonna take it so well.” 

You squeeze it into your hands, warming the gel between your palms before smearing it over the toy. His legs flex, hips pitching up invitingly. His eyes close, probably in embarrassment, but you chuckle at it nonetheless. 

You tap the head against his ass, dribbling even more lube over his hole until he’s made a sloppy mess. You want to be inside- want to watch his face when you fill him up but you can’t bring yourself to do it just yet. “Cmon, bunny,” you coo, stroking at his thighs, “Wanna hear you ask for it, real pretty okay? Wanna hear you beg.” 

“I- I can’t. Please-” 

You slide in close to rub the head across his hole, smearing the mess of lube back and forth until you press in just the slightest bit. That’s where you sit for a moment, watching him clench helplessly around the silicone. He doesn't speak, so you slide in another inch, giving him a second to feel it before easing out again. It’s the push he needs apparently, coming undone within a matter of a few short seconds. 

You watch his chin quiver, eyes cracking open as his head falls in defeat. 

“Please, please, please,” Tadashi begins to ramble, voice bordering on delirium, “Want the rest- fuck me, please fuck me. Love it so much, feels so fucking good, so-” The vulgarity is what takes you by surprise and you moan at the sound of it, finally taking mercy. You soothe him with a kiss, lining back up before you slide in with one, long push. 

You’ll never tire at the sight; there’s no way to describe the way he dissolves into nothing at the feeling. His legs shake uncontrollably, knocking around so much you pin his ankles over your thighs. You let go only when you trust him not to move, tugging his waist firmly back onto your cock. 

Yamaguchi makes a pleading sound, hands twisting where they still rest and it’s then you notice how good he’s been about it. “Oh baby,” You breathe, and his ankles lock behind your back, digging into flesh above your ass but you let him. “So fucking good for me- move your hands, that’s it.” 

He winds them around your neck when you reach up to meet him, guiding you into a deep kiss as you begin the steady back and forth pull of your hips. “Don’t- don’t strain yourself,” The man stutters, and the attention to your well-being of all things make you indescribably happy. 

“You’re so sweet,” You tell him, and he only responds with a breathy moan as you pick up the pace a bit more, rolling your hips up into as deep as possible to press steadily at the spot inside of him. Tadashi grinds back to meet you, mouth falling open in a silent cry of pleasure. 

“I… I-I’m gonna…” He whimpers, but the hand you reach between you cuts him off, wrapping around his cock to jerk him in slow, steady flicks. Pre-cum beads at the tip and you smear it over the rest, fucking up carefully against his prostate to pull him through the orgasm. He lets out a needy whine, nails digging lightly in your back as you tug him slow and sweet over the edge. 

Yamaguchi cums with a sob of pleasure, one you’d heard before but he’s spurting over your fist and stomach, babbling mindless words of pleasure as you fuck him through it. 

He pants, choking on a few more noises of his left over pleasure. You think about sparing him, for a second, but the thought is chased away when he looks at you from down his heaving chest, dirtied with the mess of his cum. 

“C’mon bunny.” You sit up further, pushing the bend of his knee closer until he’s folded nearly in half, “You can give me more than that.” 

And you can only try your best to swallow his scream with a kiss when you thrust back in, breathe leaving in a rush as you fuck him almost violently, shoving your hips at an angle you know brushes his prostate and sends his frazzled nerves reeling. 

Tadashi’s hands are scrambling madly, clutching at your back while you impale him even deeper with the toy. He’s not speaking anymore- voice cracking off into incoherent wails that can’t be pleasant for his throat. 

"I-I'm close," He pants as you keep the frantic pace, barreling past the burn in your own muscles. "Gonna make me come- fuck- gonna-” 

You look down at him; studying the furrow in his brow and the tears beading at his lashes, and know. “You gonna come on my cock, Yama? Be a good boy and show me how much you love having me inside of you?” You lean down to kiss his slack mouth, tongue slipping over his bottom lip. The position slows his thrusts, makes them shallower but you can press harder this way, "Do it baby, make another mess."

Tadashi’s face contorts with each hit to his prostate and your hand wraps around his cock, jerking him in time with your steady grind. It makes his eyes squeeze shut a little tighter, breath coming out a little shallower, and his body starts moving on his own.

“Cum for me, bunny, give it to me.” 

He doesn’t see it coming but the words send him careening over the edge, back arching off the bed as white hot spurts of cum spilling out before he has the strength to even warn you. You let him, milking him for all he’s worth in the small silence that follows.

“That’s it,” You soothe, letting go in favor of pulling out. You slip out, murmuring an apology when he twitches before pressing your lips against the sweaty skin of his forehead. “Okay?” You ask, and he chuckles a breathless little sound. 

Tadashi smiles softly, not the normal beaming-one he shares with everyone else but something soft and secret, scooting in to press your lips together. “More than okay.” He assures. “The best.”