MC Lightning

       Suga didn’t like the sound of it. of any of it. With a sigh, he sat down next to Noya, placing the bags between his knees as he stretched his legs before him. It was quiet, the hour meeting most people inside the warmth and comfort of their own abodes. ‘You shouldn’t underestimate me, Nishinoya,’ he said softly, looking up at the dark sky. There were no stars.

    THERE was a pause in Nishinoya’s actions, a minor shift of seating punctuated by silence. A cognac gaze flicked to the lollipop, taking it between his fingers with an appreciative smile. “Thanks, Sug-” He stopped, not having expected such a heartfelt statement. Sugawara could see through him ( everyone probably could seeing as how Nishinoya was an awful liar ) and it bloomed unease.

   “YOU work so late, is that really good for ya’?” It was clear, he was avoiding the topic. At least he WAS until it dawned on him that his friend was sitting here at three in the morning because he cares. Yuu owes him at least some explanation. 

       The weight of the shopping bags in his hands slows him down enough for him to try to appreciate the quietude of the streets around him. The figure sitting not far from him catches his attention. Making his way over, he gently kicks Noya’s shoe, his brows furrowing as he looks down, worry marring his features.

    NOYA blinked, fatigue weighing his lids until a sweetly familiar voice gave him enough energy to look up. Dark eyes gaze tiredly at his friend, only for a moment before shifting away slightly. “’m fine, I just wanted to be outside.” It wasn’t a lie, but it certainly wasn’t the full truth. 

He wasn’t the type of person who got angry, not at other people, anyway. Never blamed anyone for anything, it was always himself, that was how Asahi operated-and Noya meant well, of course he did, he’d always meant well in his teasing, in the way he pushed him, and he knew that.

He curled his fingers, feeling the nails digging into his palms just slightly as he tried to figure out what to say, tried to figure out how to fix this without making it worse.

(He was very good at that, it seemed, making things worse)

   “NO, I should apologize- ‘specially if this,” the hand at his heart pressed more firmly to his chest, as if the pressure could stop the pain. It didn’t, of course, but it was worth a try. The younger didn’t finish his sentence, just stared at the floor as though some deity would come to be his salvation from this ache. 

   “YOU can yell at me, too. I yell’a lot anyway so ‘s not a big deal.” It was a huge deal, the first time they argued Nishinoya felt RIGHT. He had felt that his reasoning was solid, it had been, but now- now was different. Now he’d just imposed ( burdened even ) and that wasn’t acceptable. 

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attack hugging them

falling asleep on or next to them

giving them the best back massage they’ve ever had

holding their hand for the first time

hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it

hugging them way too tightly

kissing their forehead or cheek

kissing their neck

kissing them softly on the lips

playfully whacking them with a pillow

sneaking up behind them and blowing a raspberry on their neck

surprise kissing them

telling them they love them for the first time

tickling them