#clueless daichi

Inspired by @priintaniere‘s cute art and hc’s

Some notes (and bonus) at the end :) Click for PART 1 and PART 2

all mistakes are mine

Sawamura Daichi was frustrated. 

Daichi had been itching to see Suga's sketches since the first time they were paired together for class. He knew it was a bit invasive to request such a thing, but he really couldn't help himself. Not after he barely got a glance at Suga's work in class, despite his insightful critique. Not after all those study sessions. Not after days of watching Suga out of the corner of his eye glancing surreptitiously over his notebook. To be fair, Asahi had to point it out to him. Daichi never would've noticed if his friend hadn't mentioned it at work after their first study group all together. They had been prepping dough for tomorrow morning's set of bagels, when Asahi had spilled the beans. Or rather, complained how every time he asked Suga a question, it took him an extra ten seconds to respond, and they usually ended up looking for the answer in the textbook anyway. Sure enough, the next evening when they were studying together in the library, Daichi observed Suga doing less studying and more scribbling, or so it seemed. The fact that he had to sit at an angle and use his the reflection of his phone screen to basically spy on Suga was something he was going to ignore. But he hadn't gotten any studying done in the past couple days, so when Asahi got up to get more coffee, he finally just asked Suga. "Suga, could I see your sketchbook?" He really needed to see what was in there. For art-related reasons, of course. "I know some people are protective of their work, but I never really had a good look at the portrait you did of me a couple of weeks ago." Daichi hunched his shoulders, bracing himself for rejection. For whatever reason, Suga looked absolutely terrified. His fingers turned white as he clenched his notebook to his scarf, as if to protect it from outside invaders. "Sorry if I'm being nosy, I just hoped..." Daichi mumbled, sinking back into his armchair and resigning himself to defeat. "Just forget about it, sorry, Suga." He rubbed his forehead, trying to smooth out the crinkle there, and reached over to open his textbook again. Daichi didn't want to screw up their tentative friendship, because here was one more person that didn't find him so intimidating. His serious nature and dedication to academics seemed to scare almost everyone else away. "Sawamura..." Suga whispered. Daichi whipped his head back up, slightly hopeful. Suga had placed his sketchbook on the table, as if to slide it to him, but had one hand pressed down on it. "Daichi is fine." What did he have in his sketchbook anyway, buried treasure? Daichi was growing more curious by the second. "Just...please don't laugh..." Suga breathed, so quietly Daichi barely heard. He slid the sketchbook over, albeit with the worst frown on his face, like he has to give up his first-born child. Daichi reached over to grab it and Suga finally let go, crossing his arms and dropping his head to the table. "Why so miserable?" Daichi chuckled. "It really can't be that bad- oh-" And he flipped open the sketchbook to see his own face staring back at him. Daichi blinked. Well, his likeness wasn't exactly staring back at him. It was staring at a book on a library table, exactly like the one they've been studying at for the past several days. Strong, definite, broad strokes surrounding careful lightly added details, like the molding on the table, or the hair at the back of Daichi's neck. He flipped to another random page. Him sipping a hot chocolate (he's never liked tea or coffee). A cartoon Daichi carrying his art portfolio. Another page, was that the back of his head? His hand? One small doodle of Asahi, looking a bit grumpy as he scowled at a textbook, chewing on the end of a pencil. But then another hand, a torso that wore a shirt that looked suspiciously familiar, and shoes that he definitely wore yesterday. "Suga," he started. Suga peered at him from the table, his face half-buried in his scarf. "Suga, these are amazing." Suga blinked. "Suga, you-" "Look, Sawamura, I know what it looks like, but I couldn't help it, I sketch all the time, I didn't even realize I was sketching you so much, but you're so nice to draw and you're just such a great subject, you even stay still for long periods of time and-" "Suga."  Daichi dropped his hand on Suga's shoulder, intending to steady him, but Suga flinched back. Daichi tried again, removing his hand and using it to slide the notebook back across. "It's Daichi. And if you wanted to sketch me for practice...well, just say so, I don't really mind." Gingerly, he bumped the edge of the notebook against Suga's nose. "Well, to be honest, it's kind of embarrassing, but I guess I'm flattered. I completely understand the need to practice, so just go ahead and sketch me." He paused. "I'd appreciate being able to see the sketches afterwards, though." Suga sucked in a breath as Daichi's face appeared at the other end of the sketchbook. Daichi had leaned in close to whisper, close enough for Suga to feel his breath, close enough for Daichi to smell Suga's distinct scent of mint and coffee. Suga's warm brown eyes sparkled, and it looked like he was about to say something when approaching footsteps startled them both. "Ahhh, they got my order wrong so I had to wait longer for them to remake it," Asahi said, plopping into his seat with a sigh. Daichi and Suga both jumped, straightening and staring at Asahi. Daichi let go of the notebook, and a soft thunk on the table made Asahi look up from his coffee. Too close, thought Daichi. He was way too close. He looked over at Suga, who was looking right back. "Did I...interrupt something?" Asahi said tentatively, eyes darting between the two. "N-no," Daichi stammered. Why did he feel like he had been caught red-handed stealing cookies from the cookie jar? "I was just asking Suga about his sketchbook," Daichi said, belatedly looking over to Suga, who was furiously shaking his head. "Ah, sor-" "Ah, so you asked him then? Hey, Suga, do you mind if I take a peek?" Asahi started to reach across the table. Suga's grin was lopsided and a bit forced, but he still smiled and told Asahi, "Sure, why not," as he reluctantly slid the book over. "After all, Daichi's already seen it." Daichi watched Asahi's eyes widen as he flipped through the pages. Asahi looked up. "Suga, do you-"

"Not another word!" He didn't yell, but Suga said it with enough force to close the book and slide it back across the table. Suga's defensive response surprised Daichi, but what really surprised him was Asahi's knowing smile as Suga stuffed the book back into his bag. Asahi opened his again mouth to say something but Suga was shaking his head again but this time it was slowly, accompanied by a scary smile. Asahi chuckled and turned to Daichi to ask him if they needed to know about Leonardo da Vinci for their test tomorrow. Suga sighed, tugging at his scarf and exposing a bit of creamy, pale skin. Daichi had the distinct feeling he had missed something. 

NOTES AND BONUS UNDER CUT :3