#cop!daichi

The week after that was the week from hell. Crying in bed every night because you missed Daichi so much was made that much worse by your shitty week. Life could’ve just given you a normal week but NOPE. Every single day, multiple times a day, you’d pick up your phone to send him an angry text about your boss or the rude ass lady at the grocery store. Or the fact that some really, really important notarized legal documents got lost in the mail. Three trips to UPS, two trips to the post office, and $91.00 later the paperwork finally reached its intended destination via next day air. You wanted to ask him to arrest the incompetent twat who put your mailer on the wrong truck in the first place and then smile at his reaction. To top it all off, your son’s behavior had hit an all-time low. You’d been hoping that it would’ve improved after the disciplinary hearing, which Subi had attended as well but, if anything, his behavior at home had gotten worse too.

You wanted to call Daichi. You wanted him to come over and hold you as you curled into a ball against his chest. To feel his hands in your hair and his lips on your forehead telling you that ‘everything’s gonna be okay’. Because you’d believe it if Daichi was the one saying it. He’d make sure of it. But you couldn’t do any of those things and it made you cry. Like getting kicked when you’re already down.

Daichi didn’t have it much better. 

He’d called and apologized to Yui, who had called him a “fucking asshole”. There was the drunk driver who had puked on him while doing his field sobriety test (he probably deserved that, he’d guessed). Then there was the day he got stuck directing traffic in a torrential downpour. The police-issued waterproof ponchos had done nothing for his wet socks and the sloshing in his shoes. 

There were also all the little annoying things that kept happening to him - his washing machine quit working (mid-cycle, no less), he got a flat tire (in a different torrential downpour), he stubbed his toe one morning while getting out of bed (talk about a rude awakening) - nothing too serious but just enough to piss him off. 

The worst of it was finding out his mom had to be hospitalized for Covid. She had to be on oxygen, but the prognosis was good. She was expected to be okay and eventually make a full recovery, but of course it made him worry about her nonetheless.

And through every bit of it, you were on his mind. He missed you something fierce. But some of the things you’d said still weighed on his heart:

“...how cruel can you be?” “You’re not even my type.” “Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend!”

That last one had hurt the most. Did you really think that lowly of him to think he’d do that to you? 

To be fair, he also remembered some of the things he’d said to you:

“Would you have liked it better if i’d introduced you as my fuck buddy…?” “What? Not toxic enough for ya?” “...you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it…!”

They made him cringe every time he remembered. Sometimes the words you had thrown at each other kept him up at night.

Tonight was one of those nights…

Daichi was reading in bed, trying to take his mind off of you when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Thinking it must be work-related at this time of night, he picked it up to see who was calling. When he saw your name on the screen, his heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest. What could you possibly want? Best case scenario was you wanted to apologize, but that could wait until tomorrow. If you didn’t want him to make you a priority anymore, he was going to honor that. Worst case scenario was you were reaching out to him for another booty call, and he was done with that. 

Either way, he let your call go to voicemail, but just as he was about to put his phone back down, your text came through as three little numbers:

911

Daichi sat bolt upright and immediately tapped the call button. Halfway through the first ring, you answered. “Daichi?” You were crying and he could hear a young man’s voice yelling in the background.

He swung his legs around off the bed, wide brown eyes darting this way and that. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Subi,” you cried. There was a loud bang accompanied by a muffled sob from you. “He threatened to hurt me and now he’s throwing things…”

Before you could say anything else, daichi was on his feet, throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before heading for his front door. “You at home?”

“Y-yes.” you were crying so hard you were wheezing. “Daichi, please…please help?”

“I’m on my way.” His voice was remarkably low and stern and comforting as he told you to go inside your bedroom, lock the door, and stay there. He made sure you didn’t have any injuries and stayed on the phone with you for the 10 mins it took for him to get there. It normally took twice that long to drive from his place to yours, but he had his blue lights on, going well over the speed limit. 

“Daichi, I’m so scared,” you sobbed. 

“I’m almost there, (y/n). Just five more minutes. Come on, deep breaths.” He talked you down enough that you weren’t crying as hard. “Alright, I’m here. Do you know if he’s still in the house?” 

“Yeah, I can hear him. But the front door is locked.” 

“Do you feel safe enough to come out of your room and open it?” 

You’d heard Subi’s voice getting further away and the slamming of his bedroom door. “Yeah, I think so.” 

You slowly came out of your room and hurried to the front door, nearly collapsing in Daichi’s arms when you swung it open. He hugged you and told you everything was okay. He walked inside slowly, noticing some broken glass and other, obviously thrown, objects on the floor, and called your son’s name. Your pre-teen came out of his bedroom to find a man he didn’t recognize standing in the living room. 

“Who’re you?” he asked. 

“I’m Daichi, a friend of your mom’s. You must be Musubi.” 

Musubi narrowed his eyes at him and shrugged in response. 

“What’s been going on, man?” 

Your son crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe it’s none of your business.” 

Daichi’s dark brown eyes remained steady on him. “Well, seeing as how your mom is my friend and she’s scared and crying, I’d say it is my business.” 

The boy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. It’s not that big of a deal-“ 

“Wrong again. Your mom doesn’t feel safe in her own home. That’s a problem. It’s just the two of you living here, right?” 

Subi shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“Then that makes you man of the house, doesn’t it?” 

Your son’s eyes met Daichi’s for the first time since he first spoke to him. “Yeah, I guess.” 

“And as the man of the house, don’t you think it’s your job to protect everyone in it, including your mom?” 

The boy didn’t respond, but his facial muscles relaxed as he maintained eye contact with Daichi. He had his undivided attention now. He was speaking to him man to man and your son was listening intently. 

“It’s a big responsibility to be in your position,” Daichi went on, nodding towards you. “Your mother and her safety are under your watch. She doesn’t feel safe with you when you’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her.” The off-duty police officer's voice remained calm and even as he tilted his head. “So tell me, Musubi: do you really think you’re qualified to be man of the house?” 

You watched and listened with awe as Daichi took command over the situation, showing Subi what it means to be in full control. He leveled with your son while making him feel validated and understood. Rather than telling Subi how he should talk to you, Daichi did far more by showing him what it means to be a good man; he was teaching Subi how to treat others with respect in the way he spoke to him - by demonstrating to him that you get respect from others by being respectable.

Your son’s gaze fell under the weight of Daichi’s words. His beliefs about what it means to be a “man” had just been challenged and shaken to the core. He thought it meant being loud and aggressive, lording over others, calling the shots and expecting others to submit to him - no doubt all the tactics he’d learned from watching his father. 

“You think you’re in control here? Because, from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it.” The boy’s gaze followed Daichi’s as he looked around at the broken items in the room before looking over at you, still trembling and sniffling. “If you lose control, it means you don’t have it, Musubi. It’s that simple. Do we have an understanding?” 

The boy’s eyes locked with Daichi’s again and he nodded. 

“Good man. Now,” Daichi said with quiet authority, “Clean up the mess you made.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, sir,” Subi murmured as he started picking up the pieces. 

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your son’s mouth. Yes, sir? You looked up at Daichi - The Musubi Whisperer - wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Never even raised his voice and had him under his complete command. 

“(Y/n), can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?” Daichi said it just loudly enough that your son could hear how his mother should be talked to - by asking, not demanding. 

“Of course.” You followed Daichi until your son was out of earshot, then whispered, “How the fuck did you just do that?” 

Daichi shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of experience. Oldest of 5 kids. Team captain. Cop.” You smiled and nodded, wiping the last of your tears away. He put a tentative hand on your shoulder. “You okay, (y/n)?” 

“I think so,” you sniffed, wiping your freshest tear away with your shirt sleeve. “I’m so sorry to have troubled you, but you were the first person i thought of-” 

Daichi shook his head and pulled you into his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you called me.”

Whether it was the catharsis from the highly charged situation or your need to feel Daichi close was irrelevant when you fastened yourself to him. Before you could think, your arms were around his waist and your head tucked against his chest. 

“Thank you,” you said, your shaky voice muffled by the warmth and weight of Daichi’s arms wrapping tightly around you.

“If it happens again, call me again. If you need anything at all, call me,” he said, rubbing your back. This was the Daichi you’d known all along and fucking hell, you missed him.

You tightened your hold around his waist. You were so immensely relieved to hear him say that. Maybe he still wanted to be the one you called. Just maybe he wanted to be the one you needed. 

“I will,” you said, nodding against his chest.

Before he left that night, he shook Subi's hand. “Take care of your mom.” 

“Yes, sir.” Holy hell, there it was again. Daichi hadn’t even told him to call him sir. Leastways, not with words. How did he do that?

“Do I have your word?” Daichi asked, squeezing Subi’s hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I’ll stop by in a couple days to see how things are going," he looked at you, "...if that's okay." 

Your son’s lips pursed as he fought back a smile as he watched you nod. “Okay.” 

After Daichi left, Subi said, “You should find a guy like him, Mom.”

Your mouth dropped open, your heart skipping a million beats. Your son had no idea who Daichi was, what he did for a living, or the highly complicated nature of your relationship with him. Finally, you smiled and said, “Yeah? He’s a good guy, huh?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “He’s alright.”

Your son turned to you with his shoulders slumped and tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.” 

Your body shook with tears as you nodded against his shoulder. “I know, baby. I love you so much.” 

Subi squeezed you tighter as he told you he loved you too.

ch. 10 ☆ ch. 12 (wip)

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She leaned into him as the two once-lovebirds shared a laugh. Your choked breath wrenched in your throat and stabbed at your lungs. Her hand stroked his arm before patting his chest - the same chest you’d fallen asleep on so many times while listening to his heartbeat. But she had been there first and for far longer. 

You felt sick. 

You wanted to run so far away, to be anywhere but here where you suddenly felt like an intruder. But your feet were frozen like cold and fated anchors to the beer-stained floor beneath you. You barely heard Suga’s voice over your pounding heart when he stood and cheerily called out for you. Hearing your name, Daichi’s smile was wiped clear off his handsome face when he finally looked beyond Yui’s shoulder and caught sight of you. From the guys’ table, Suga’s eyes followed your gaze across the room to find Daichi looking right back at you like a deer caught in headlights with his oblivious ex-girlfriend hanging onto him, resting the side of her head on his shoulder as she laughed. 

“Shit,” Suga said under his breath. Asahi, Bokuto, and Kuroo all looked at him, none of them having any idea what was happening.

You and the cop both stood like that, staring at one another for what seemed like ages as the bar and everyone else in it fell away - another silent exchange that said it all. You took your first breath in several seconds, shallow and turbulent as your vision blurred with fat, burning tears. 

Daichi’s eyes never left you when he set his drink down on the bar and walked away from Yui while she was mid-sentence. Unapologetically forcing his way between bodies, he took the straightest line towards you, snapping you out of your torturous trance. The closer he got, the harder it became to breathe. You had turned on your heels and were reaching for the double doors when you heard Daichi’s voice boom out your name, but you had to get out of there if you had any hope of breathing again. 

Suga, having turned his attention back to you in time to see you pushing one of the doors open, quickly looked back to see Daichi halfway across the huge bar room. Ignoring the other guys’ concerned questions, the grey-haired male said, “I’ll be right back” before rushing in hot pursuit to make sure everything was okay. 

You’d just made it to the driver’s side of your car, shaky hands fumbling with your keys when Daichi burst through the bar doors. 

“Y/N! STOP!” 

But you ignored him in favor of hitting the unlock button on your key fob and reaching for your car door. He repeated himself, more forcefully this time, using his cop voice out of habit as he closed the space between you. He reached for your arm, but you spun around and yanked it away as tears dripped from your once flawless face. 

“No, you stop, Daichi! Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend! You invited me here to what? Watch you get back together with her? Just how cruel can you be?”

He watched the tears wobble in your eyes. “I’m not even here with her! She just happened to be standing at the bar when I went to get a drink and we started talking! I don’t want her, y/n, I want you!”

Just then, Suga made it to the door, barely cracking it open when he heard the two of you yelling at each other. He stopped and listened, but hung back enough that neither of you were aware of his presence. His heart pounded as his two closest friends laid into each other.

“Oh? Is that why you introduced me to her as your friend the other night? Then snuck out of my house the next morning without saying shit to me? Do you really expect me to believe that was pure coincidence?”

“Well, isn’t that what we are? Just friends?” Daichi retorted, getting right to the point.

“We’re a little more than just friends, Daichi,” you said with an incredulous laugh. 

“Would you have liked it better if I introduced you as my fuck buddy, then?”

“You don’t have to be a smartass about it, Daichi!”

“And you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it, y/n!”

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

“Exactly! So why are you stirring the shitpot with me tonight? Even if I am fucking my ex - which I’m not! - what the fuck do you care? Hm? Maybe you do wanna be with me?!”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, feigning indifference. “Please. You’re not even my type.”

Without missing a beat, Daichi quipped back. “What, not toxic enough for ya?”

You whipped around to face him again, your eyebrows knitting. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I know I treat you right and respect your boundaries! I want to take care of you, but you only seem to be interested in emotionally unavailable asshats who want to take advantage of you!”

“How dare you-” you hissed through gritted teeth.

“What, tell you the truth? You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t know what your fucking game is? Once again, pushing me away, trying to sabotage everything between us? Why? Because that’s what’s familiar to you? Staying and being honest about how you feel makes you uncomfortable as fuck, doesn’t it?”

You cut him off, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”

“I think I’m the guy who can make you happy-” 

“I’m already happy!” you snapped, eyebrows deeply knitted and your lips twisting in an effort to keep more tears from falling before sliding into the driver’s seat.

Daichi put his hands up in sarcastic surrender as he took a couple of steps back. “I rest my case,” he said calmly with a victorious smirk. 

“Fuck you, Daichi!” You slammed the door, backed out, and peeled away from the bar. 

Suga stepped outside as Daichi watched your tail lights disappear. He ran his fingers through his hair with a growl before yelling “FUCK!” out into the night. 

“Hey, bro…” Suga said gingerly, testing the waters. “Are you gonna go after her?” 

Daichi’s laugh sounded borderline maniacal as he turned and swatted his arm at the notion, batting it away. “No! She wants to be left alone, let her be alone! I’ve had enough of her sanctimonious shit for one night! I’m going to have a good time!” he said, marching indignantly back inside the bar. 

Suga sighed before turning and following suit.

Less than a mile from the bar, you couldn’t see through the tears and had to pull over. Daichi had cut right to the core of your insecurities, pulled them out, and held them up to the painful light of scrutiny. He had exposed you. He had left your ego standing naked after stripping you bare of your bullshit. He had seen right through you all along and it left you feeling embarrassed, vulnerable, and ashamed.

You had stopped crying by the time you made it back home, but your embarrassment and shame had turned to anger and resentment. To say you were pissed off at Daichi was a worthy contender for the Understatement of the Year award. 

“This guy! The fucking audacity!” you yelled to no one as you opened the front door. “He can kiss my ass! Make me happy…” You threw your coat to the foyer floor as you grumbled on, your self-righteous rant continuing as you stomped through the empty house. “I can make my damn self happy! I can take care of myself! I don’t need a man, especially not him! Stupid jerkwad of a cop!”

You yanked your phone out of your clutch and checked your phone to see that Suga had texted you. You cursed your disappointment at Daichi’s apparent lack of concern or effort to make sure you’d even made it home safely. Fuck him.

SugaPie: please let me know you made it home okay? 

You: I’m home. 

SugaPie: are you okay? you want me to come over? 

You: I just wanna be alone right now. 

SugaPie: okay, let me know if you change your mind. I’ve got my phone on vibrate. 

You: k, thanks. 

Back at the bar, Daichi had been throwing the drinks back with abandon. His frustration level had been rising for a couple of weeks, since the day after your stargazing…whatever the hell it was. He’d tried being patient, he’d tried bottling it up, he’d even taken a page from your book and tried putting cold distance between you. After your argument outside that night, his patience had reached a tipping point, and what better way to blow off steam than to get piss drunk and flirt with Yui. He wouldn’t normally reduce himself to such immature behavior but at his lowest, even the stable and responsible Daichi Sawamura had it in him to be a manipulative, petulant asshole. 

Suga groaned as he watched Daichi regress 15 years and act a fool all night. He tried a couple of times to lure him away from Yui with excuses about why he needed to come hang out with his bros, but every time he’d get Daichi away from her it was only a matter of time before she came prancing back over to wherever he was. 

Suga never really cared for her, to be honest. He was only one of a few people who knew that she had cheated on Daichi last year with his buddy from middle school. And he certainly didn’t want to see his best friend piss away whatever was left between the two of you by letting him do something stupid…like Yui, for example. 

But Daichi became increasingly agitated and (accurately) accused Suga of cockblocking every time he tried to maneuver him away from his ex. Finally, Suga threw his hands in the air and settled for keeping an eye on his drunk friend from a distance. Having to be the adult supervision for Daichi was a rarity, but when it was necessary, everyone looked to the former vice captain. If he hadn’t already been at the bar tonight, the other guys would’ve called him. Suga’s the only one of them Daichi has never tried to fight when he’s been drunk and acting like a raging prick.

The more Daichi drank the louder he got. He was slurring his speech and had stumbled into another guy. From his perch at the table, Suga’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when the guy, probably equally as drunk, bowed up to Daichi and exchanged some heated words. Fortunately, it didn’t escalate beyond that since the other guy tucked tail and backed off when Daichi flashed his badge and told the guy to fuck off. 

For the rest of the night, Suga strategically placed himself mere feet from Daichi wherever he went so that if something popped off, he’d be in the wings to help his buddy out. Even if said buddy was acting like a douchenozzle at the moment, he was still his best friend.

The bartenders shouted last call when Daichi and Yui made their way to the back door and out onto the bar’s patio. Sneaky Suga followed far enough behind that they were unaware of his presence. It wasn’t as crowded out there and after some more playful banter, Suga watched as Yui placed her hand on Daichi’s cheek and pulled him down for a kiss. Not only did Daichi not back away or try to stop her, he kissed her back. Hard. With a lot of tongue. 

Suga decided it was time to step in when his bestie suddenly doubled over and puked his guts out, barely missing Yui’s face and hitting her shoes instead. She shrieked and backed away with something between disgust and shock all over her face.

“Jesus Christ! Okay loverboy, let’s get you home!” Suga said with a grimace as he patted Daichi’s back.

Daichi pushed Suga’s hand away and spit on the ground before looking at him with half-open, unfocused eyes. “Nah, fuck that! I’m goin’ home witfh Yui ‘n m’gonna fugck ‘er!”

Suga wanted to punch his friend in his stupid, inebriated face, but didn’t want to get any vomit on his hand so he kept his cool and said, “I think you just blew your chances of that all over her feet, Daichi.”

Daichi groaned.

“Dude, listen. I get that you’re pissed at y/n, but as your friend I’m advising you to keep your dick dry tonight or you’ll seriously regret it.” Suga glanced over at a still-surprised Yui, knowing she could hear him, but fuck it. She wasn’t very smart, but he knew she could do enough math in her head to understand that “y/n” was far more than a friend to Daichi. “Y/n is probably asleep in her bed right now and to be perfectly honest, bro, that’s where you should be too! Not here trying to get even with her by fucking your ex.”

“F’m gonna do th’time, migh’ as well do th’crime,” he slurred, weakly swatting at Suga with a hiccup.

“Then I’m making a citizen’s arrest,” Suga said, making Daichi laugh. “Come on, let’s go.”

Suga pulled his friend’s arm across his shoulders and his arm around his back, but Daichi’s hand went down hard on the patio table beside them as his laughter turned to anguish, Yui long forgotten. “‘M fallin for ‘er, Suga! ‘M fuggin fallin’n love with ‘er!” Daichi lamented, drunk crying with his arm covering his glassy, bloodshot eyes.

Asahi saw Suga stumbling inside with Daichi’s arm over his shoulder and rushed over with Kuroo to help get Daichi out to Asahi’s car. Suga squared up Daichi’s bill at the bar and walked out with Bokuto to join their friends. 

Suga told Asahi, who had volunteered to be the designated driver, that he would stay at Daichi’s place to make sure he made it inside and to bed without passing out in a pool of his own sick. He could count on one hand how many times he’d had to do this for Daichi. It was a rare occurrence, but it certainly wasn’t the first time.

“You sure you can handle him by yourself, Suga?” Kuroo asked, offering to help.

“Fucgk allaya! Talkin’ bout me like ‘m not even here! I can fuggin walk ‘n don’ need yer help!” Daichi sputtered, nearly falling out of the back seat when he opened the car door in his driveway. 

Suga got out and hurried to the other side to help his friend so he wouldn’t fall face first onto the concrete. By the time he got there though, Daichi was puking again. Bokuto, whose stomach flipped at the sound of it, jumped out of the car and started barfing as well. Asahi, who wasn’t even drunk, had been sympathy gagging and when Bo lost it, so did he. 

Suga looked up to see three of his friends puking in Daichi’s front yard and driveway. “Oh my god, fuck all of you! You’re all a bunch of wimps!” Kuroo huffed and Suga clarified, “Except you, Tetsurou. You’re cool.” 

Volunteering his aid with a laugh, Kuroo got out of the passenger side to help Suga walk the plastered police officer to his front door, giving the other two a chance to pull themselves together. Suga unhooked the carabiner of keys from Daichi’s belt loop and unlocked the door. 

The former Nekoma captain helped Suga get Daichi to his bathroom before setting him down to lean against the wall next to his toilet in case he tossed his cookies again. Daichi tried to be belligerent a couple of times, but failed on account of being too sleepy to pose any real threat to anyone. They rid him of his shirt and pants and cleaned him up, making light of Daichi’s asinine protests. 

They’d barely gotten him to his bed before he passed out. Suga thanked Kuroo and assured him he could take it from here. Once the rest of the guys had left, Suga grabbed a blanket and draped it over Daichi’s body before setting up camp on his couch for the night.

It was just after 10:30 on Saturday morning when Suga woke up on the couch with a dull headache and a growling stomach. He’d gotten rather tipsy last night as well, though nowhere near the level to which Daichi had. The school teacher got up and followed the faint groans of his former teammate as he made his way down the short hallway to his bedroom door.

Suga spoke softly, mindful of Daichi’s probable bitch of a hangover. “Hey man, gonna make some coffee if you want some…”

Still lying in bed with his head splitting, Daichi could only respond with a grunt as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Several minutes later, Suga heard his friend before he saw him. Daichi shuffled into the kitchen, moaning and wincing at the bright morning sunlight while covering his eyes. He plopped into a chair at his table and grumbled, “What th’fuck happened las’night?”

Though he wasn’t surprised that Daichi couldn’t remember, Suga frowned knowing he was going to be the one to fill him in on his shenanigans. He set a small glass of water and some pain reliever on the table next to Daichi, who popped them before chugging down the entire glass of water in three gulps. 

“What do you remember?” Suga asked, wondering if downing that much water just yet was a good idea as he added it to the list of Daichi’s questionable decisions over the past 12 hours. 

With his elbow resting on the table, Daichi propped his head in one hand while rubbing his face with the other. “Gettin’ in a fight with y/n…then goin’ back in th’bar…” He complained about feeling like shit before continuing. “...Yui was there…”

Suga glanced at him sideways as he poured him a fresh cup of black coffee.

“Fuck-” Daichi whispered, “I don’remmber anythin’ else…”

“Do you remember going out to the bar patio with Yui?”

Shielding his eyes from the daylight, Daichi furrowed his brow in concentration for a moment. “No?”

“You kissed her.”

“Who?”

“Yui.”

“Wha–?” Daichi looked over at Suga long enough to see him nod with a frown. 

“Yeahhh…then you threw up on her.”

“You’re kiddin…” 

Suga pursed his lips and shook his head slowly. “It was glorious.”

Daichi cringed, burying his face in both hands now. “Oh shit…”

“Then you said you were going to fuck her…”

Daichi didn’t move, his hands still covering his face.

“...in front of her.”

Daichi’s hand moved to cover his mouth as he rushed to the kitchen sink and hurled once again, cursing as he spit and gagged.

Suga shook his head and fetched the bottle of pain reliever. “At least you made it to a drain this time,” he mumbled, setting the pills and coffee on the table.

Daichi turned the faucet on and rinsed his mouth before grabbing a nearby dish towel and dragging himself back over to the table. Suga brought him more water just as he picked up the second round of headache medicine. “Don’t chug it this time.”

Daichi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after swallowing the replacement pills. “I gotta ‘pologize to ‘er…” he grumbled remorsefully.

“Y/n kinda owes you an apology too.”

“M’not talkin bout y/n. Talkin bout Yui.”

Suga closed the refrigerator door and twisted his torso to look at his friend. “Yui?”

“Yeah. For actin like a douche-”

“What about y/n?”

“Whatabout ‘er?”

Suga tipped his hand back. “So that’s it? You’re just done with her?” he asked in an unconvinced tone. 

“Yeah,” Daichi replied defensively. “What else s’there t’do, Suga? The fuck can I do? I can’t…’ve done all I can! Th’ball’s in her fuckin court! If she doesn’t wanna be with me, m’not gonna force it! But m’not gonna let her hold th’fact that we’re not together o’er my damn head either! Like it’s my fuckin fault! F’I had my way, we would be together! She…” He growled. “Fuck her for pushin’ me away n’ then bein mad at me for gettin’ on with m’life!”

“Big words for someone who’s falling in love with her…” Suga mumbled. 

“Who said I’m fallin in love with ‘er?”

“You did, dumbass! Last night while you were three sheets to the wind!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh’ is right,” Suga mocked. “Or was that just the booze talking?”

“No,” Daichi admitted, shaking his head in his hand. “I am fallin for ‘er, Suga, and tha’s egxactly why I need ta put the brakes on everythin. I’m in too deep and m’fuckin heart is breakin,” he said with a voice crack and a sniffle. 

Suga’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He loved the idea of you and Daichi. The poignancy of the dynamic between you was the stuff of fairy tales and sappy romcoms. 

The cop and the survivor. 

The survivor who used to dream of being with a man who would take care of her, and finally meeting him only after she herself had long been independent and self-sufficient. The one who equated cops with danger and mistrust ultimately finding solace and safety in one. 

Suga knew you would be perfect for Daichi too if you could get past your fears of intimacy and abandonment. More than anything he wished he could snap his fingers and make you both see in each other what was so clear and obvious to him. 

He knew he wasn’t wrong. He knew that you and Daichi could finally find what you both deserved in each other. Perhaps this was just part of the process and pain of growing together rather than apart. 

Even if the two of you had lost hope, Suga had not.

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With your crotch positioned against one of his strong thighs, your hips roll of their own volition, mindlessly seeking some type of friction à la Daichi. 

"Feeling a little frisky, are we?" he chuckles quietly. 

"Yeah," you breathe, grinding against his leg with more intent. 

"Hm...didn't know you missed me that much," he says with a smirk, his deep voice muffled against your neck. 

He nips that one particular spot that always drives you crazy before sucking on it, setting off a pulse of pleasure deep inside your core. You grab his bicep and gasp his name, making his lips curl into a mischievous smile against your tingling skin as he flexes his thigh muscles, still taut and thick from years of playing volleyball. 

"Fuck, Dai..." you moan, "...need you so bad." 

His hands migrate further south behind your thighs when he commands you to jump, your eager legs wrapping around his waist as he picks you up.

His arms are as strong as ever, but his gait is slow as he carries you to your bedroom. Your hands are cupping his handsome face when he yawns, prompting you to ask him if he’s too tired to make love. 

"Yeah,” he muses, “but my dick's too hard not to." 

You keep your legs wrapped securely around him, trapping him as he lowers you down onto the bed. 

"I noticed," you smile deviously, biting your lip and reaching for his duty belt. He tries to get up long enough to take it off, but your legs hold fast to him as you whine, "Leave it on, Dai. Need your cock…now." 

"I'm not fucking you with a gun on my hip, babe," he insists, prying your legs open to free himself. As he stands before you and quickly removes his belt he adds, "Besides, I need to feel your naked skin against mine tonight." 

He shrugs out of his uniform shirt before reaching back and pulling his t-shirt over his head. Now, standing next to your shared bed in only his tented boxers, he helps you out of your clothes as you both kiss and grope each other's bodies. 

Daichi begins to kiss his way down to your center, but you stop him. "Can't wait, baby. Wanna ride you." 

He grins as he rolls over onto his back. "Yes, ma'am. Won't argue with you on that." 

You tug at the waistband of his underwear, licking your lips when his hard, heavy cock springs out, working them down his impressive thighs and away from his feet. You straddle his legs and crawl your way back up his body, settling down with his cock beneath your cunt. A breathy moan escapes your parted lips at the sensation of his hot length against your clit as you drag it up and down, back and forth, coating him with your slick. Daichi sighs at the wet warmth, the friction, and the pressure of your cunt pressed against his cock as a bead of precum drips out onto the black hair beneath his navel.

You angle your hips, gasping when his thick tip presses against your entrance and pops through the fleshy ring inside of you, stretching and filling you like only he can as you moan in unison. It's like you were made for each other in every sense - mentally, sexually, emotionally, physically. 

You slowly push back onto him, working yourself down his hefty length until his black curls tickle your throbbing clit. Every muscle in your bodies relaxes; your head rolls backwards and your mouth falls open as Daichi whispers to you, telling you that you look like a goddess like this - on top of him, your back arching like a preening cat as your fluttering walls engulf his full size. Your pussy feels like the sweetest vise around him, tight - almost painfully so. His fingers dig into the plush of your hips when you finally bottom out, clenching his teeth as your walls throb all around him. Just when he’s about to start moving your hips for you out of sheer desperation, you lower yourself until you're chest to chest with him, kissing him with a whimper as you begin to rock your hips slowly. Even the tiniest drag of his girth feels like an oasis in the desert after needing to feel him like this for so long. 

"Nnh...Daich'?" you keen.

"Mmfuck, (y/n)," Daichi groans, his blunt fingernails beginning to leave their mark in your sensitive skin.

You sit up again as you pick up your pace, palms pressing against his sheened chest to push yourself down onto him, ass clapping against his thighs. Your hips roll more fully, your thrusts growing more intense, Daichi’s hands on each of your ass cheeks to aid your pace. He hisses when your nails press bruising crescents into his flesh, your hips beginning to buck wildly despite the bedframe's protests. Daichi's eyes roll shut as you ride him like a lazy horse, your pussy pulling and tugging on his cock, your moans and sighs of his name riding on your lips as the first sparks of your orgasm begin to take hold in the depths of your womb.

You lean forward to grind your clit against his hairy pubic bone, catching a glimpse of his blissed-out face. The sparks igniting, the fire inside you just two or three more breaths away from raging out of control, exactly when a snore tears its way out of your husband’s chest. You stop on a dime, all movement coming to a grinding halt as your mouth falls open. 

"Daichi, stop playing..." 

But his face is relaxed, and the full weight of his hands is sliding down to rest next to your knees. His expression is way too tranquil for this to be a joke. You’ve got half a mind to reach down and give him a rude awakening by twisting one (or maybe both) of his dark nipples. You huff and cross your arms over your chest as you prepare to scold him. But he looks so peaceful, and you know how exhausted and overworked he is. His cock is beginning to soften inside of you as your scowl gives way to an amused, relenting grin. 

You shake your head and lower yourself once more to kiss his cheek and whisper, “You’re lucky I’m so in love with you, mister.” 

A light snore forms in his throat, followed by a low hum as if to express his gratitude for your understanding. You give his chest a couple of gentle pats before easing off him, making him groan in his sleep. You lie down next to him, carefully so as not to wake him, resting your head just beneath his collarbone. With your leg draped over his, you let your fingers mindlessly comb their way through his small diamond-shaped patch of black chest hair as you nuzzle into his neck. 

“Sweet dreams, my King. I love you...” you whisper against his warm skin. "...But you so owe me."

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You had been working in the kitchen for a little over two hours when you finally found yourselves at a brief stopping point. Veggies had been julienned for the sushi, fish had been fileted, chicken had been teriyakied, rice had been fried, and more veggies were roasting in the oven. All that was left to do was cook the sushi rice then assemble the maki.

Poor Suga was so beat you insisted he go take a load off and relax for a bit while he could. The way he dramatically plopped onto the couch like a rag doll made you chuckle at him.

“You too, y/n! Come sit your ass down!”

“In a minute! I’m working on something!” you said, getting out a couple of cocktail glasses.

“No! I forbid you! No more working!” Suga called out from his living room.

“I promise it’s gonna be worth it!” you answered in a sing-song voice.

You walked out of the kitchen double-fisting vodka tonics. You sat down next to your friend who reached for one of the drinks, thanking you, but you pulled your arm back. “Go get your own! These are both mine!”

“You fucking lush, give me one of those!” Suga chided, taking one of the glasses out of your hand as you both laughed.

“How long do we have before we have to get back in there?” you asked, pulling your feet up on the couch to face Suga.

He took a sip of his drink while checking the timer in his phone. “Fifteen minutes and 42 seconds.” It was then that Suga noticed he’d gotten a text from his best friend letting him know he was going to be a little later than expected on account of his job.

When the timer went off you both headed back into the kitchen and Suga was just about to take the veggies out of the oven when his doorbell rang, making him swear under his breath at the timing.

“You want me to get the door?” you offered.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all!”

Suga thanked you as you headed for the foyer. Smiling, you opened the door to find a handsome guy with brown shoulder-length hair towering over you, his girlfriend judging by the way they had their arms around each other, as well as another male who was closer to your height with a sharp grin on his face.

Before you could say anything the significantly shorter male spoke up. “Hey, you must be y/n!”

You answered in the affirmative and he introduced himself. “I’m Yuu, but everyone calls me Nishinoya. Or Nishi. Or Noya.”

“Nishi!” the taller guy said.

“The impatient giant here is Asahi,” Nishinoya continued, “and this is his girlfriend, (name).”

You all exchanged pleasantries as you made your way inside to join Suga, with whom hugs and fist bumps were shared.

“So the old team captain isn’t here yet, hm?” Asahi asked Suga.

The host shook his head. “He texted earlier and said he was gonna be a little late.”

Putting two and two together, you said, “Oh, right! Suga told me that you guys played volleyball together in high school?”

“Yeah, he was the team mom, always cheering us on and talking sense into us when we needed it,” Nishinoya said.

“Which was often,” the former vice-captain mumbled as he tipped his drink to his lips.

You ignored Suga’s smartass remark and spoke to Noya’s statement instead. “Sounds about right,” you teased, playfully poking Suga in the side as you helped him make drinks for everyone.

At Asahi’s request, you explained how you’d become friends with the host. Suga’s former teammates laughed and took turns telling you about his mischievous ways, especially in volleyball club. Asahi’s girlfriend was a little shy at first but she warmed up, laughing as the guys reminisced about their glory days.

“Okay, literally the only thing I know about volleyball is that you rotate and try to hit a ball over a net,” you confessed. “Like human ping pong.”

“Actually, tennis is more like ping pong,” Nishinoya pointed out. “Volleyball is way more badass than that!”

Just as you laughed at the former libero’s emphatic correction, another ring of the doorbell came. Suga answered it and less than a minute later a very loud voice came barreling down the short corridor. Nishinoya and Asahi looked at each other and no sooner than they flatly said “Ryu”, a slim guy with a buzzed head and sharp eyes appeared in the dining room with his hands in the air yelling, “The Tanakas are here! Let the party begin!” He was followed by his stunning wife, whose name you would soon learn was Akira.

“We come bearing booze!” she slurred, an already tipsy woman after your own heart. “Now which one of you beautiful people is going to help me bring this shit inside?”

“I will!” you exclaimed with a smile wide enough to light up the room as you shuffled towards her. “You can never have too much!”

“Great fucking minds!” Akira proclaimed, her face lighting up as well.

“There goes the damn neighborhood!” Suga shouted as the two of you frolicked out the door while introducing yourselves.

Having Nishinoya and Ryu in the same room tripled the noise volume but everyone was nearly in tears now that another former Karasuno volleyball player was in on the storytelling, especially with his riotous wife’s witty commentary.

Not long after they arrived, a fresh round of drinks were being poured when the doorbell rang yet again. You shooed Suga back to the kitchen, oblivious to his half-hearted attempt to beat you to it in the first place.

You were laughing at Akira’s rendition of her husband’s latest knucklehead moment. But you fell silent when you swung the door open to find a pair of big brown eyes, warm like melted chocolate, looking back into yours. A lifetime of conversations seemed to pass between you in a matter of seconds.

Whoever he was stood there in his grey pullover and dark khaki cargo pants looking finer than a man should be allowed to. His energy enveloped you along with his scent as a perfectly timed breeze flowed in behind him.

“Uh, hi. Can I come in? It’s kinda cold out here.”

“Oh.” You stepped aside. “O-of course! I’m so sorry.”

His voice was deep and rich with an understated commanding tone, one that you surmised would sound particularly sexy murmuring sweet nothings and dirty thoughts in your ear.

His crooked, boyish grin reached his milk chocolate eyes. “It’s fine. Don’t mind,” he said as he stepped in beside you. He closed the door behind himself and took his shoes off.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Daichi,” he said, extending his hand.

You slid your hand into his, warm and strong, and replied, “Pleased to meet you, Daichi. I’m y/n.”

Suga had been secretly spying on you from the kitchen, leaning against the countertop while laughing with the unassuming Ryu and Nishinoya at the appropriate moments. Now he watched with quiet delight as you and Daichi walked in from the foyer together. He was right - the two of you would make a sickeningly cute couple, and for a moment he had a vision of you walking down the aisle together.

“Daichi!” Suga called out when his best friend looked at him, pretending he hadn’t noticed him before. The other former Karasuno team members all greeted him with shoulder punches and man hugs.

Of course, Ryu couldn’t help but give his former team captain a little grief. “Took you long enough, man. Even I beat you here!”

“Only because Akira here probably lit a fire under your ass!” Daichi jeered as he side-hugged the nodding female in question.

“And what a sweet ass it is,” she quipped, reaching over to pinch her husband’s butt.

Suga approached Daichi, smiling before punching him in the chest. “Good to see you, bro!”

Daichi clutched his chest and coughed. “Sorry, man, got a DV call from dispatch right before the end of my shift. By the time I got done with all the paperwork, I was running an hour behind.”

You knew all too well what ‘DV’ meant, putting everything together rather quickly.

“Oh…” You felt a riptide within you; one that drew you closer to Daichi, but at the same time pulled you away. “You’re Suga’s cop friend!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Daichi answered in his smooth, silky voice with a crooked grin.

Oh, gods help you. You were at once smitten and repelled by him. Smitten because of who he was; repelled because of what he did for a living. The commanding presence made sense now.

“Oh, right! You two haven’t been introduced yet!” Suga exclaimed, the sneaky bastard feigning ignorance. “Y/n, this is Daichi. He’s been my best friend since high school,” he said before turning to said best friend. “Daichi, this is y/n. We’ve only known each other for a couple months, but she’s basically me with a vagina!” This earned him a playful slap to the chest, though he wasn’t wrong.

The laughter in the next room reached a new, raucous height and Suga’s name was called. He looked between you and Daichi and said, “Excuse me while I go tend to the children.” He shuffled away, leaving you and Daichi alone together.

“Do you drink? I’ll get something for you,” you offered.

There was that boyish smile again, making you curse inwardly at the way your heart leapt every time he looked at you.

“No, thank you, ma’am. I’ll get it myself,” he said, moving around the kitchen like he knew it by heart. He went right to the place where Suga kept his drinking glasses, taking one out and placing it on the countertop before turning to the liquor cabinet. “Suga said you helped him with all the cooking and everything. Why don’t you go take a seat and relax?” He flashed you another crooked grin.

“Yeah, y/n, Daichi spends so much time here, he’s even got his own private whiskey stash,” Suga added, sauntering into the kitchen again.

“And by stash he means one bottle,” the dark-haired male said as he poured two fingers neat.

You were snickering at their brotherly banter when Nishinoya called out for you. “Come check this out! Ryu’s got some old team pictures on his phone!”

“Oooh! I have to see this!” you said, scurrying into the dining room where the former Karasuno wing spiker’s phone was being passed around.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Suga almost laughed at the way his best friend sidled up to him, drink in hand, and murmured, “Suga, you dog! A couple of months? You’ve been holding out on me!”

“She’s not my date,” Suga said smugly. “We’re just friends.”

Daichi gave Suga a look of deep concern. “Why? She’s fucking gorgeous!”

“Believe me, we tried.”

Daichi narrowed his eyes at his friend. “What do you mean you tried?” He wasn’t too keen on the idea of having his best friend’s sloppy seconds.

“We kissed once just to see if we could be more than friends, but no. Just…no. Seriously, we’re just too much alike.”

Daichi blinked. “Y-you mean…? Is she single?”

Suga’s smug grin persisted when he closed his eyes and nodded his head. “She sure is. You like her?”

Daichi watched and admired your beauty as you laughed and aww’ed at the pictures from their high school volleyball days.

Suga slapped him on the back as he pushed off the counter. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

From the photos you could tell that, even when he was 17, Daichi looked like an adult. So did Asahi for that matter. But even then Daichi had an aura about him that said he was in charge. And Suga was so stinking cute you almost cried. They hadn’t changed much in the 10 years since.

During dinner you sat across from Daichi, who made eye contact with you several times, especially when you laughed. The guys took turns telling you about their respective positions back at Karasuno, but Daichi was the one who took the most time to explain the game mechanics to you. To most people, that would probably be boring, but Daichi had a way of making it interesting. The fact that he was so handsome didn’t hurt, especially when you focused on his lips as they moved. Even his former teammates, who knew the game all too well, got sucked into their former leader’s easy-to-understand but also very accurate way of explaining the game of volleyball, occasionally chiming in to drive a point home or tell another story.

After everyone had finished eating, you all sat around the table and talked for a while before the Tanakas announced their departure. Nishinoya, Asahi, and his partner left not too long afterwards.

And then there were three.

You and Daichi insisted on helping Suga with the clean-up, which didn’t take very long with all of you tag-teaming tasks. You chatted with them for a few more minutes, but it was getting late.

“Well, guys, it’s been real and it’s been fun, but I gotta get back home. I’m wiped out,” you said, dragging the back of your hand across your forehead.

“Y/n, thank you so much for helping. I couldn’t have done all this without you,” Suga said, hugging you.

Hugging him back, you smiled and said, “You’re so welcome, Suga. It’s been my pleasure.”

With his arms crossed over his wide chest, Daichi lifted his chin at you and said, “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

You opened your mouth, but your grey-haired friend jumped in with suspicious enthusiasm. “She’s been drinking since 6:20!”

You gawked at Suga, a satisfied grin plastered across his smarmy face. “Did you just tattle-tell on me?”

Daichi looked from Suga to you, pursed his lips, and raised his eyebrows. “You don’t need to drive. You can either stay here with Suga or I’ll give you a ride home tonight.” You pouted and Daichi shrugged. “Or I can take you to the drunk tank.”

“You know what, the drunk tank sounds like fun, why don’t you take me there?” you said, smiling.

Daichi chuckled. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night. I’d rather take you home.” He caught himself right after he’d got the words out, Suga already snickering. “I meant like ‘make sure you make it home okay’. Pervert,” he said, ribbing Suga.

Your laugh lingered on your lips when you offered your wrists to him and said, “Well, since you put it that way, Officer Sawamura,” making his soft cock twitch in his pants and his cheeks tinge with pink.

Embarrassed a little he scratched the back of his head while looking away. “I don’t think handcuffs are going to be necessary. I don’t have them on me anyway.”

“What if I resist arrest? How would you restrain me?”

Suga was an absolute mess on the inside, trying to keep it together. You and Daichi were so pleasantly lost in banter that neither of you noticed when he strategically walked away to pretend to dry dishes.

The dark-haired police officer smirked and said, “I…really shouldn’t answer that. I plead the fifth.”

Now your cheeks became visibly warm. “Then how about you show me instead?”

Suga nearly choked on his spit, but kept his back turned as he dried the same plate he’d been drying for two minutes straight.

Daichi’s smirk spread into a full grin as he shook his head, laughing quietly. Leaning with his back against the countertop he gestured with his hand and said, “Sure.”

Your heart skipped a million beats.

“Turn around and walk away from me,” he commanded, nodding to indicate the direction.

You smiled and did as he said. Your right foot had barely lifted to take your first step when Daichi looped his strong hands around your wrists, one then the other. It didn’t take much force for him to cross your arms behind your back and hold them together with one hand while he stood so close behind you that his chest rubbed your shoulder.

You gasped. “Wowww…That was fast!” You looked over your shoulder at him. “But what if I struggle?”

“Go ahead,” he dared, the heat of his breath caressing your ear.

Suga cleared his throat dramatically. “Do I need to give you two some privacy?” he said, grinning his most mischievous grin.

Daichi let go of you and straightened up as if he’d forgotten Suga was even there. Damn, you were getting to him.

“Alright,” Daichi said, “let’s get going. You ready?”

You nodded and followed him to the door, stopping in the foyer to put your shoes on. Daichi opened the door for you as you waved goodbye to your friend and walked outside. When Daichi turned around to close the door, Suga winked at him while making a lewd gesture, earning him a death stare from his long-time friend.

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Eventually, when the laughter between you died down, he called your orders in. He insisted on paying, of course. And when they asked for a name, he answered with 'Sawamura'. You tried to ignore how oddly comforting it was that Daichi gave your order his last name.

After the food arrived and Daichi made the exchange with the delivery guy, you went for the bags to carry them to the kitchen. But Daichi didn’t let go. Confused, you looked up at him. He just smiled and said, rather matter-of-factly, “I’ve got this.” That he so effortlessly and agenda-lessly took the lead knocked you back on your proverbial heels. It took a second to compute that someone was taking care of something for you. Even longer to decide that it was okay to relinquish control and let them this time. 

The two of you settled down on fluffy floor pillows between the coffee table and couch, Daichi protectively sitting nearest the door. You put a movie on, but the two of you were too enthralled with each other to pay any attention to it. You fell deeper and deeper into conversation as you ate while the movie merely served as background noise. 

You talked about your son - the nice, easy stuff. Daichi didn’t need to know about the hard stuff. He laughed when you told him that Suga was Musubi’s teacher, which was why you met and became friends. 

“So, ultimately, I have your son to thank for meeting you,” Daichi mused with a warm smile. 

You learned that Daichi was a bachelor - never married, no kids of his own. But he had grown up as the oldest of five kids in a single parent household. 

“I have the utmost respect for single parents who are trying their damnedest to raise kids on their own. I watched my mom struggle a lot. She worked her ass off. I stepped up and sort of assumed the patriarch role; did as much as I could to help her out - made sure my brothers and sisters did their homework, brushed their teeth, shit like that.” He chuckled to himself. “She used to yell at them and say ‘just wait until your big brother hears about this!’” 

You smiled, a quiet snicker hinting at your amusement. “I’m sure it meant the world to her that you helped out so much, but it must’ve been hard on you too. No kid should ever have to grow up that fast and take on that much responsibility.”

Daichi shrugged. “I agree, but I think I’m wired for it. Maybe I was placed with my particular family for that very reason. But I still wish I could’ve done more for her…”

You wondered what happened to his dad. Had he, like yours, decided he wanted a different life? Had he left his wife and kids for another woman? You could’ve asked but it would have meant crossing the self-imposed invisible line into intimacy. Better to keep things as superficial as possible. 

Frowning, you put your hand on Daichi’s and brushed your thumb over his knuckles. “I think you’re right - the universe, or whatever you believe in, put you right where you were needed most. My son can be five handfuls, but I can’t imagine what it was like for your mom to be on her own with five kids. She’s lucky to have you as a son.”

“She tells me that all the time,” he said with a laugh. “And yeah, I don’t believe in a god per se, but I do think there is some kind of higher power that we’re all connected to.”

Your eyes widened. “Exactly! It’s like the universe is a macrocosm of how we each share a connection with the rest of humanity. Like, what if we ourselves are little universes and our brain cells are really just microcosmic galaxies?”

“So, everything just comprises a meta-universe? That would mean even the quarks and shit in atoms could be entire universes…” he wondered.

You nodded excitedly. “And it just gets infinitesimally smaller and smaller, but also infinitely bigger and bigger!” Gazing into the distance as though you could see it all before you, you added, “I often wonder just how big this sort of ‘body’ really is.” Daichi watched your lips move as you spoke. He so badly wanted to kiss you.

“I don’t think there is an end or a boundary. It just kinda goes on forever,” Daichi suggested, smiling. “Also, you just said ‘infinitesimally’...”

“Yeah?” You were trying to decode the gleam in his eyes.

“That was really fucking hot,” he smirked, catching you entirely off guard.

“Oh my god.” Embarrassed, you hid your face in your hands. “Shut up. You’re such a dork!” 

“Talk nerdy to me, baby…” Daichi joked in a seductive tone.

“Don’t make fun of me!” you said, poking a finger into his side and consciously repressing the pang of hope that resonated in your heart when he called you ‘baby’, even though you knew it had only been in jest.

“I’m not making fun! I’m serious,” he retorted, protecting his torso. “I happen to think intelligence is sexy, okay?”

When the movie was over, you both agreed that it was high time to put the leftovers away and discard the trash. You each went to one of the bathrooms in your house, agreeing to rendezvous at the sofa afterwards. 

When you returned, you found Daichi lying on his back, doing his best to spread the throw blanket out. Preoccupied, he didn’t see you hiding a smile behind your fingers as you walked towards him.

You laid down on top of him, between his legs, with the blanket pulled up to your shoulders. It was hard to focus on the movie with the weight of Daichi’s gentle hand resting on your back. You fought the battle, but ultimately lost the war with sleep. You dozed off to the sure, steady sound of his heartbeat and the mindless strokes of his thumb on your back. 

Daichi noticed you were asleep when he muttered something about the movie, but you didn’t react. He looked down to see your eyelashes adorning your pretty cheek, which was smooshed against his chest, your back gently rising and falling in a contented rhythm. He smiled fondly as he took in your peaceful features, basking in the warmth that rushed to his heart. 

He couldn’t help but wonder if your son’s dad was the one who had hurt you in the past. He could sense it the night that you met, but you had shut down when he asked you about it. He wouldn’t ask again, figuring that if/when you wanted him to know, you’d tell him. Whether it was because of what you had been through or what, he wasn’t sure, but Daichi felt the overwhelming urge to keep you safe.

A couple of hours later, you awoke to the soft shaking of your shoulder and the husky grumble of Daichi’s sleepy voice. Your eyes blinked open, and, at his prompting, you sat up so he could swing his legs off the sofa and stand. You started to get up as well, but he put his hand on your thigh to stop you. 

“Let me.” 

Sooner than you could process what was happening, he scooped you up in his arms. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on as he carried you back to your bed. 

After laying you down gently, he walked around to the other side while you shimmied out of your bottoms. Daichi towered over you, his dilated eyes fixed on yours as he stripped down to his boxers. You reached for him when he finally slid into bed next to you, your hands exploring his thick arms as he pulled you closer.

You carded your fingers into his dark brown hair, pulling him in for a needy kiss. Hooking his hand behind your knee, he brought your thigh to rest on his hip. Fuck, you needed him. 

Pushing your fingers under his waistband, you reached into his boxers and pulled a groan from him when you wrapped your hand around his shaft. Your tongues swirled like the remnants of dreams; your inhibition lessened more so by sleep than it had been by alcohol a few nights before. 

“Daichi…” you gasped.

He shivered at the way his name fell from your lips, like you were calling him forth to be your next breath of air. Soft sighs and wet kisses filled the dark room as he tugged his boxers off. He sucked hard enough on your skin to leave bruises and you returned the favor, pulling him to rest between your legs. Daichi rutted with slow rolls of his hips as you guided his hard cock to your entrance. His head fell to the crook of your neck, quiet gasps escaping both of you when the dripping head of his cock slipped inside your tight heat. 

He fucked you slow, but hard. Loud claps of skin with long glides of his cock. The plush of your hips dimpled under Daichi’s fingers, his hot breath fanning across your neck as you anchored one of your arms around his back. Your other hand found purchase in his hair, fisting it as your head dipped backwards and your mouth opened in a loud moan. The orgasm he fucked you through was ethereal, dreamlike as your body drifted weightlessly through waves of pleasure. 

“Gonna cum,” Daichi whispered with quickening thrusts. He swore under his hitching breath just before his hips crashed into yours one last time as he poured his hot seed inside your still-twitching pussy. He’d barely pulled out and rolled onto his back, keeping your body close to his when you both drifted off to sleep again.

Later the next day, with Daichi long gone and Subi back home, you’d been hurled back into the fray and chaos of making sure your angsty son got fed, bathed, and in bed. 

You dragged your feet to your bathroom, feeling exhausted and grateful for some much-needed alone time. As much as you had enjoyed Daichi’s company, you were not accustomed to being so…physically active. You were sore all over, becoming increasingly aware of muscles you didn’t even know you had. There were also a lot of conflicting feelings swirling around inside you, but it was all so overwhelming. You would deal with that later. 

As you undressed to get in the shower, you discovered the hickeys that Daichi had left between your thighs and decided it wouldn’t hurt to send him one last text. Thanks for the bruises on my legs, you typed, followed by an unsolicited pic of your inner thigh.

Three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, making you smile. 

Officer Big Dick: You’re welcome, ma’am. 😏

You quickly placed your phone screen-down on your vanity and covered your face, gritting to fight the urge to jump up and down and squeal with delight. The garbled sound that escaped you was foreign, even to yourself, as you dragged your hands down your face. Pull yourself together, y/n. 

You picked up your phone again, navigating to Daichi’s contact card, thumb hovering over the little trash can icon before locking your phone and setting it back down. 

Tomorrow. You would delete it tomorrow.

ch. 6 ☆ ch. 8

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“Care for some breakfast?” Daichi asked, lazily kissing your shoulder. 

“Mmm…” With your eyes still closed, you smiled sleepily. Being doused in Daichi’s scent was turning into something of a risky addiction for you. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’ll cook, you rest?” he offered.

Great. He cooks too! you thought begrudgingly. 

After getting dressed, you tried to follow Daichi to the kitchen, but he insisted that you relax on the sofa while he got the kettle going. 

A few minutes later, your host approached you with a sexy smile, looking good enough to eat with his pajama pants perched enticingly low on the same hips that were slamming against you not 15 minutes ago. He set your cup of tea on the end table next to you, along with some honey since that’s how you’d said you like it.

“While you’re down here…” you smirked, putting your hand on his cheek to guide his lips to yours. Daichi smiled and gave you a teasing kiss before heading back into the kitchen to make breakfast. 

Watching him do such domestic things for you made you wonder if this is what it would be like to have Daichi Sawamura as a boyfriend. He’d no doubt make some lucky lady a very happy wife someday. It was a thought that made you feel a twinge of jealousy even as you smiled to yourself while watching him from behind as he busied himself with the business of cracking eggs. 

Meanwhile, Daichi’s heart ached. He knew he was spending borrowed time with you. He’d sensed your skittishness from the beginning. You’d made it abundantly clear that you had no intention of dating him, to let him into your heart where he wanted to be more than anything. 

He was falling for you. Hard. 

He knew that if you’d give him even half a chance he’d show you how it feels to be cared for by a real man. How you should expect to be treated; the way you deserve to be cherished. 

For the most part, he’d been patient, understanding. But sometimes - like now - his frustration with the whole thing made him grit his teeth. Then he’d look at you or hear your voice; he’d see your smile and he knew his bruised heart would always be open to you regardless.

When Daichi took you home, he had asked if you wanted to hang out again later that evening since it was Saturday, but you declined. You were overwhelmed and in desperate need of some time alone so you could think. Thinking would be better than feeling. You could reason your way out of this. You needed to use your head because after the insufferable, damaging years spent with Subi’s father, followed briefly by a string of bad boys who each played you like a fiddle, you could no longer trust your heart’s judgment when it came to men and romance. 

This…arrangement that you had with the police officer had begun to feel like a relationship overnight. Like you’d both skipped the dating phase and slipped comfortably into something much more. But that was ridiculous! You’d only known him for a little over two weeks! 

You sighed. There you went again - getting too close too fast. Neither of you were rushing anything, but that’s what made it feel so threatening. Or, at least that’s how it should feel. The fact of the matter was it didn’t feel threatening at all. And that was precisely what troubled you.

“So…” Suga said, waggling his eyebrows at Daichi as he brought his drink to his lips. “…how are things going with y/n?” 

The bar was uncharacteristically slow for a Saturday night. The two males were able to hear each other without yelling like they typically would around this time. 

“Fuck if I know,” Daichi sighed, his eyes trained on his scotch glass as he mindlessly turned it around between his thumb and fingers. “One day she’s warm - smiling, laughing, talking, wrapping her arms around me like she wants to be closer. Then I won’t hear from her for a few days. We went stargazing last night and I could’ve sworn I felt a shift in her - like she wanted to let me in. Even this morning she seemed so happy and free from whatever it is that’s normally weighing her down. But when I took her home, she was running cold again. She couldn’t even make eye contact with me when I asked her if she wanted to hang out again tonight.” He gestured at the empty space beside him. “Needless to say, she said ‘no’ and sent me home,” Daichi said with a humorless laugh before throwing his whiskey back and holding his empty glass up in a wordless request to the bartender. 

Suga frowned. “Give her time, bro. She’s got a lot on her plate. She’s been spread really thin for too long. Maybe she just doesn’t know how or if she can fit a relationship into her life?” 

“Maybe?” Daichi said, his eyebrows quirking pointedly. He got the feeling Suga knew a lot more than he was letting on. But he also honored the confidence you and Suga shared. He knew Suga well enough to know that if you confided something in him, he would take it to his grave - and Daichi respected him for that. Suga was one of the trustworthiest people Daichi had ever known and he counted himself damn lucky to be his best friend. He was the one Daichi himself turned to the most for sage advice and insightful wisdom. 

“Look, Daichi, all I can say is just give her time. Trust me.” 

Daichi nodded with a weary smile before bringing up the fact that he’d learned his friend was your son’s teacher. “I saw pictures of him at her place. Looks like a good kid.” 

Suga nodded, taking a timely sip of his drink before asking Daichi how work had been going. It was a precarious thing - being in the middle of two friends who had…stuff between them, but if anyone could handle it with grace and poise, it was Suga.

Tomorrow would make it a week since your stargazing non-date with Officer Big Dick. It was really starting to piss you off that the longer you went without seeing or talking to him, the more you wanted to. The whole point of going radio silent was to try and forget about him, but it was having the opposite effect. He was a good man, which was proving to be a major inconvenience for you. 

The one scrap of logic that hadn’t been proven wrong however was that he might be sweet and charming now, as long as he was chasing you. But he would surely turn on you the moment you let him in. That’s how they get you. That’s exactly what men want you to think - that they’re so into you and they’ll cherish you and treat you right and take good care of you…riiiiiight up until you let them catch you. Then they either lose interest or start treating you like shit.

You still hadn’t deleted his contact info from your phone. At this juncture, you reasoned it would be pointless to do so. Unless you also deleted your text messages and call history, technically the cop’s number would still be in your phone. And you certainly wouldn’t block him - you’re a grown woman for fuck’s sake!

So, after your son left with his dad, you picked up your phone to call Daichi. You were at your wit’s end with Subi’s behavior, so frustrated that you threw caution to the wind because you so desperately needed someone to vent to. 

No. Not someone. Someone in particular. Sure, you could’ve called Suga, but you had already talked to him for an hour about it and there was a level of…comfort you were craving that, given the platonic nature of your relationship with him, Suga simply couldn’t provide. 

As hard as you tried to deny it, the truth was you missed Daichi. You tapped your screen, determined to hold it together, but the moment you heard that deep voice say ‘hello’ on the other end of the line, you crumbled into a million pieces.

Even before he saw his screen, he knew it was you when the chorus of “I Feel It Coming” began to ring from his pocket. But his mixed bag of emotions was pushed aside when his answer was met with charged silence. “Y/n? Are you there?”

You couldn’t speak - hell, you could hardly breathe through the sobs that tore through your body. You hadn’t been expecting it anymore than he had.

A sudden gasp was the only sound he’d heard since he answered and he stopped what he was doing and said, “Y/n! Talk to me…are you okay?”

You managed a strangled “No…”

“Where are you? Are you hurt?” Daichi said, going for his shoes.

“I’m at home,” you cried. “I’m safe.”

Closing his eyes, Daichi breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly reminding himself to stay calm. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

“I just don’t know how much longer I can do this!”

His heart twisted in his chest, wringing itself so completely that it felt like all the blood had been squeezed out. He sat down on his sofa with his elbows on his knees. He’d known all along that this day would eventually come, but it didn’t make it hurt any less now that it had. He dragged his hand down his face and took a deep breath, but before he could tell you he understood, you continued…

“Musubi got in trouble at school today. Like, a lot of trouble…” 

This must be the part where you tell him you don’t have room for him in your life, Daichi surmised.

“...he threw a book at Suga this morning and when another teacher came in to calm him down, he hit her!” Your voice faltered with a new sob. “With his fist, Daichi!”

Daichi quickly did the math in his head and realized that you weren’t non-breaking up with him. Not yet, at least. 

“Whoa. Damn, I’m sorry, y/n,” he said, his eyes scanning the floor for the right words to say. “Has he ever done anything like this before?”

You laughed ironically. “He’s been having behavior issues for the past few years, and I’m just so scared because for so long, I’ve been throwing everything I have at it, trying to help him or find someone who can! And it’s not getting any better, Daichi! It’s only getting worse, and he keeps getting bigger and stronger! I just don’t know what to do anymore! What kind of mother doesn’t know her own child’s needs or how to meet them?” You drew a long, turbulent breath. In your frustration and anguish, you forgot to keep Daichi in his neat little compartment, but you just didn’t care about that right now.

Daichi’s heart went out to you, wishing he could blurt out the answers and make it all better, but you beat him in experience. If you didn’t know how to fix your son’s problems, how could he possibly even begin to guess? 

“Tell me what I can do to help,” he offered.

“C-can you come over?” you beckoned, your voice small and unassuming. 

“Y/n…” It took so much self-control, but Daichi was prepared to gently bow out this time. “I don’t think sex is gonna fix-”

“I’m not asking for sex, Daichi…I’m asking for you.”

Daichi’s brow knitted in determination as he got up and went for his shoes again. “I’m on my way.”

Less than twenty minutes later, the officer’s knock came at your door and you called out for him to come in. The door opened and Daichi slowly stepped inside, taking off his shoes before passing through the foyer.

“Y/n?” he said softly, seeing you curled up in a ball in one small corner of your huge couch like you were trying to take up as little space as possible. He sat down next to you and put his steady hand on your back, rubbing it in hopes of giving you comfort. You shook with fresh sobs as you sat up and threw yourself into Daichi’s arms. He pulled you closer and held you tight. “It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he said, smoothing his hand through your hair. “Is he here?”

You shook your head against his chest. “He got three days of suspension so I called his dad to come get him. I just…I just need a day or two to pull myself together before the disciplinary hearing next week.”

“Of course. Anyone would.” Daichi felt a little bad for asking. He’d made it a point not to pry, but he was making an exception on account of his concern for your safety. One of the first things he’d noticed about your son from the photo on your fridge was how big he was for a fifth grader. “Y/n…has Musubi ever been physically aggressive with you?”

You shook your head. “Not with me, no.”

“Has he ever threatened you?”

You looked down at the tissue you’d been fidgeting with and nodded. “Yes.”

“What sorts of threats has he made?”

“One night he told me he wanted to cut my eyes out.”

Daichi visibly reeled, blinking and shaking his head. “What?” he whispered.

“The last time was a few weeks ago, before I met you. He was mad at me for making him get off the computer to eat dinner and he looked at me and calmly said, ‘I could hurt you with any of the cords we have in this house’.” You sniffled and met Daichi’s worried eyes again. “I sleep with my bedroom door locked when he's home.”

The cop’s eyes narrowed, his eyebrows drawing inward as he brought his fist to his lips. He’d been respecting your boundaries by not pressing the issue, but Daichi was becoming more and more certain that Musubi’s dad had been abusive towards one or both of you. Every time he thought about it a tight lump of anger would rise in his throat, his jaw would flex, and heat would surge through his tensing muscles. 

“Anyway,” you said with a humorless laugh, “enough about me. How was your day?” 

“Doesn't matter. Listen, y/n, if it happens again, day or night, you call me.” 

“I don’t want to call the police-” 

“I didn’t say call the police, I said call me,” he reiterated, indicating that he drew a distinct line between what he did for a living and who he was as a person.

You sniffled and nodded. “Okay,” you said, then looked up at him with a sad, but genuine smile and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Daichi.”

He grabbed you, pulling you close as he pressed his lips to your forehead. 

You were having a sweet moment of comfortable silence when your stomach roared. You hadn’t eaten all day. You’d gotten the call about Subi mid-morning, before you’d had a chance to eat and you’d been so wrought with anguish and anxiety that any chance of having an appetite had long ago been eaten away by worry and stress.

“You hungry?” Daichi asked with a soft laugh.

“I could eat…”

“God, I’m starving. There’s this place I’ve been wanting to check out that I’ve heard good things about. Wanna go?”

“As long as you’ll let me pay for myself.”

Looking away, he chortled and nodded. “If you insist.”

After freshening up, you rejoined Daichi in the living room.

“I tried to make myself look presentable, but my eyes are still a little puffy.”

Taking your hand, Daichi said, “You always look beautiful.” Your other hand went to your lips, trying to hide your bashful smile and he wondered if he’d ever get to tell you how much harder it made him fall for you. He knew he had an effect on you; he just wished it were enough to make you fall for him too. “Come on, let’s get you fed.”

“Oh my god,” you exclaimed with a mouthful of sweet potato tempura, “the food here is unbelievable! This was a great idea!”

Chuckling, Daichi nodded with his own face full of steak onigiri. “Right? So good!”

“Daichi?”

Immediately recognizing the voice, he turned to see a familiar face smiling down at him. “Oh, hey Yui! How are you?” he said, wiping his mouth.

“Great! How are you? You look good.”

“Well, thank you! I’m doing great! Good to see you!”

Her smile grew wider. “It’s great to see you too, Daichi.” She glanced over at you before meeting Daichi’s gaze again. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I-”

“No. No, it’s fine. Yui, this is my friend, y/n. Y/n, Yui…”

Both you and Yui smiled while politely bowing your heads. She and Daichi exchanged a few more pleasantries before she bid you both a good evening and excused herself.

“She seems nice. How do you know her?”

Daichi glanced at you before taking a bite of food. “Ex-girlfriend,” he mumbled with his mouth full.

“Oh.” Your heart turned to ice and dropped to your toes. She had seemed awfully happy to see him. “How long has she been your ex?” You were just making conversation. Yes, just making conversation. It would’ve been weirder not to ask, right?

“Almost a year now.”

“Oh. How long were you together?”

Daichi thought for a second. “A little over two years.”

“Oh, okay!” You forced a smile.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “apparently she had a crush on me in middle school and all through high school before she finally got the courage to confess when I gave her a parking ticket a few years back. I didn’t even know it was her car. The meter had run out and she came running when she saw the uniform. Then when she saw it was me, she laughed and asked me to get coffee sometime and the rest, as they say, is history.”

“How sweet.” You hoped the contrived nature of your affability hadn’t carried in your voice. He seemed a might too fond of the memories for your comfort, doing nothing to set your mind (or heart) at ease. 

He shrugged. “It was…until it wasn’t.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you lied, praying he wouldn’t offer anymore details.

Too many needles had already pierced your heart, but the worst part was how he had introduced you. It was obvious to you that Yui seemed hopeful and when Daichi introduced you as his ‘friend’, he effectively rendered you innocuous, irrelevant. As far as he was concerned, he’d simply been polite, but you knew as well as she did that she walked away from your table having gotten the message that Daichi was fair game.

Later that night, as Daichi made love to you, you had to keep your eyes open because every time you closed them all you saw was the way Yui tucked her hair behind her ear when she smiled at your lover. Even as he breathed your name against your neck when he came for you, you dared not close your eyes for fear of seeing her pretty face and the way she looked at him with love in her eyes that you were sure you couldn’t fathom.

“You didn’t cum,” Daichi observed, his bare chest expanding against yours as he tried to catch his breath. 

The hurt in your eyes wasn’t lost on him when you leaned your cheek into his large palm and whispered, “Got a lot on my mind, I guess.”

Knowing what all you had been through that day, he nodded before letting his softening cock slip out of you. He reached for his phone and set his alarm before pulling you against his chest. The two of you laid in warm silence as he ran careful fingers through your hair and you lazily traced your name over his heart, undetected.

“Daichi?”

“Hm?”

“What happened to your father? Why was he not around when you were growing up?”

He stopped stroking your hair and exhaled. “He died when I was Musubi’s age.”

“Oh god, Daichi,” you said, tired eyes welling up as you lifted your head to look at him. “I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. He was a drunk who used to hit my mom. Did us all a favor when he got behind the wheel after leaving the bar one night.”

“Still though…that couldn’t have been easy…”

He shrugged. “The hardest part was watching how much it hurt my mom. I remember hearing her cry herself to sleep at night and wondered why. I think I get it now, but I didn’t back then.” He began stroking your hair again.

“My dad left me and my mom when I was seven.” Daichi turned to look at you and now it was you who couldn't meet his gaze. “He’d been having an affair with a woman he met at work. She was already married with three kids, but I guess neither of them were happy with the families they already had since they left them and started a new one together.”

Daichi felt you shiver and pulled you closer, his breath fluttering through your hair as he kissed the side of your head. “I hope you know that his decision wasn’t a reflection on you or your mom.”

No, you didn’t know that. No one had ever told you that before. You tucked your face into his chest again, trying and failing to hide your pain from him. Daichi afforded you your dignity by not saying anything else about it and you both fell back into comfortable silence.

About an hour after the cop fell asleep, his lax hand rested on top of yours as his small patch of chest hair tickled your fingertips. You laid awake, admiring his handsome face - the strong contour of his jaw rising from his square chin, the slight pout of his bottom lip, and, even as he slept peacefully, the inward slant of his eyebrows lending a fierceness that belied his gentle nature. You knew it was dangerous business - allowing yourself to imagine he was all yours. Just for tonight, you promised your heart.

Just for tonight.

You woke up the next morning, groggy due to a lack of adequate sleep, and rolled over to find yourself alone in bed.

Daichi told you last night that he’d have to get up around 4am to go home and get ready for work, but you had hoped he would wake you long enough to kiss you and wish you a nice day.

You sat up, shivering as you pulled your blankets closer to your naked body and began to cry. Just when you thought maybe you could start to let him in, he had introduced you to his ex, relegated you to the friendzone, and sneaked out of your bed without so much as a ‘thanks for the piece of ass’ - all within the course of 10 hours.

ch. 8 ☆ ch. 10

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