boyfriend?
sawamura daichi x telepath!f!reader
getting mind reading powers and finding out that daichi has it bad for you. wc: 3.3k, request
it was the third period on a tuesday when the world decided to stop making sense. the air smelled like floor wax, eraser shavings, and the lingering scent of processed cafeteria pizza, which was entirely normal. what was not normal was the sudden, aggressive influx of radio static broadcasting directly into your frontal lobe.
it wasn’t like hearing voices in a spooky movie. it was more like someone had forced you to wear a pair of headphones playing eighty different podcast channels at once, all set to 1.5x speed.
by the time the lunch bell rang, you had managed to narrow down the frequency. you weren’t losing your mind; you were just eavesdropping on everyone else’s. you had tried pinching yourself, splashing cold water on your face, and even knocking your forehead against your desk to see if you could shake the antenna loose, but no dice. you were a bona fide, certified telepath.
and that was how you found yourself sitting on the concrete steps outside the gymnasium, clutching a carton of strawberry milk like it was a lifeline, trying to filter out the noise.
‘i’m gonna lose it if there’s no strawberry yogurt in the vending machine.’
‘i definitely failed that chemistry quiz, rip my weekend.’
‘why does my left pinky toe itch so bad?’
you winced, taking a long, aggressive sip of your milk. human thoughts were remarkably mundane and incredibly loud. you leaned your head back against the brick wall, closing your eyes and praying for a mute button.
then, a heavy, familiar pair of footsteps approached. they had a specific rhythm—grounded, steady, dependable.
you didn’t even need to open your eyes to know who it was. daichi had a presence that felt like a weighted blanket. he was the human equivalent of a warm bowl of soup on a rainy day. dependable, sturdy, and entirely too good for this world.
“hey,” his voice broke through the physical air, warm and grounding. “you okay? you looked a little green in class earlier.”
you opened one eye, looking up at him. he was standing there holding two pork buns, looking down at you with that crinkly-eyed, dad-of-the-group smile that always made your stomach do a weird little flip-flop.
“just a headache,” you lied, giving him a weak smile. “nothing a little sugar won’t fix.”
“good,” he said, plopping down on the step next to you. there was a comfortable distance between you, but you could still feel the heat radiating off his arm. “you shouldn’t push yourself so hard, you know.”
and that was when the second voice hit you.
it didn’t sound like the others. it wasn’t a chaotic, buzzing drone. because he was sitting so close to you, his voice cut through the static like a lightning bolt, clear as day, deep and resonant.
‘she looks so pretty today. how is it possible that she looks this good just sitting on a dirty concrete step? her hair is doing that thing where it catches the sun and she looks like an actual angel. get a grip, daichi. stop staring like a creep. she’s way out of your league. someone as gorgeous as her probably has a boyfriend who is a literal supermodel or a rocket scientist or something. there is a zero percent chance she’d ever look at a volleyball meathead like me.’
you choked.
the strawberry milk went down the wrong pipe, and suddenly you were coughing violently, your face heating up so hard that it could cook an egg.
“whoa! hey, easy!” daichi was instantly hovering, his large, calloused hand rubbing firm circles on your back. the physical contact only made the mental broadcast louder.
‘oh god, her back is so soft. i’m breathing in her shampoo and it smells like peaches and i am going to pass out. please don’t let her hear my heart beating, it’s pounding like a jackhammer. she’s probably repulsed by me touching her. back off, back off, back off.’
daichi pulled his hand away as if he’d been burned, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “you okay? drink slower!”
you stared at him, your eyes wide and blinking rapidly. your brain was currently short-circuiting. did he... did he just think those things? about you?
daichi? the rock of karasuno? the guy who lectured nishinoya and tanaka about being too loud? the man who was the personification of ‘get it together’? he thought you were an angel?
“i’m fine!” you squeaked, your voice an octave higher than usual. “just... swallowed wrong. totally fine. perfect. never better.”
“good, good,” daichi said, giving you a slightly bewildered look.
‘her voice is so cute when she’s flustered. like a little squeaky toy. i want to put her in my pocket and protect her from the world. but she definitely thinks i’m weird now. great job, daichi. you ruined it.’
you couldn’t take it. the sheer, unadulterated yearning radiating off him was making your skin tingle. you scrambled to your feet, clutching your milk carton like a shield. “i just remembered! i have to... go to the library! to look at... books! bye!”
you bolted down the hallway before he could even utter a syllable of protest.
𓏵
you spent the next twenty-four hours in a state of absolute existential crisis.
first of all, you had telepathy. that was a whole thing. you spent the evening practicing on your cat, who offered nothing but a continuous loop of ‘feed me’ and ‘i want to bite that specific wire’.
secondly, and far more terrifyingly, daichi was wildly, aggressively, catastrophically in love with you.
and you had been entirely oblivious to it. you had known him for a year. you had eaten lunch together, walked home together in groups, and laughed at his jokes. you had always thought he was incredibly handsome—with those broad shoulders that looked like they could carry the weight of a small country and that smile that made your knees feel like jelly—but you figured he just saw you as another one of the guys. a friend.
apparently, you were a fool.
the next afternoon, you were lurking near the gym during volleyball practice, trying to decide if you should go in or run for the hills. you were leaning against the outside wall, biting your thumbnail.
‘you look like you’re plotting a heist or trying to figure out how to hide a body.’
you jumped, letting out a small shriek as a silver-haired boy leaned casually against the wall next to you, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.
“suga!” you gasped, clutching your heart. “don’t do that!”
sugawara grinned at you, but then his eyes narrowed slightly. he looked at you, then at the closed gym doors, then back to you.
‘why is she acting so suspicious? wait... she’s blushing. and she’s staring at the door daichi just went through. oh. OH.’
you blinked. you had just read suga’s thoughts. but suga didn’t know that.
“you’re looking for daichi, aren’t you?” suga asked, his voice dripping with playful accusation.
“no!” you denied immediately, waving your hands frantically. “why would i be looking for him? that’s crazy. you’re crazy.”
suga leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper. “y/n, you’re a terrible liar. your face is overheating.”
‘she definitely likes him back. finally! those two idiots have been dancing around each other for months. but daichi is a coward who thinks he’s a gargoyle compared to her. i need to intervene. i’m the god of matchmaking.’
you stared at suga, your mouth falling open slightly. months? daichi had liked you for months?
without thinking, you blurted out, “he thinks i have a boyfriend who’s a rocket scientist!”
suga froze. his eyes went wide. he looked at you, then looked around to make sure no one else was there.
“wait,” suga whispered, his voice suddenly very serious. “i didn’t say anything about a rocket scientist. i was just thinking about how daichi is a coward.”
your heart stopped. oh no. oh, absolutely not. you had just exposed yourself.
“i... uh...” you stammered, looking for an escape route. “i’m a lucky guesser?”
suga grabbed your arm, dragging you behind a large storage shed near the gym. his eyes were shining with a mix of utter shock and intense, chaotic glee. “y/n. look at me. what am i thinking right now?”
you looked at him, feeling cornered. you tuned in.
‘if she actually has superpowers, i’m going to use this to make daichi confess. also, i wonder if she can tell that i stole asahi’s favorite pen last week.’
“you stole asahi’s pen,” you deadpanned, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “and you want to use me as a matchmaking tool.”
suga let out a noise that sounded like a tea kettle screeching. he grabbed your shoulders, shaking you gently. “this is incredible! you are a psychic! a mutant! an x-man! this is the best day of my entire life!”
“suga, keep your voice down!” you hissed, swatting at his hands. “it just started yesterday! i don’t know why or how, and it’s super overwhelming, okay? and please don’t tell anyone!”
“my lips are sealed,” suga said, miming zipping his mouth shut, though his eyes were still manic with excitement. “but this is perfect. do you have any idea how down bad daichi is for you? he’s practically digging his own grave with pining.”
“he... he really likes me?” you asked softly, feeling that familiar warmth bloom in your chest again.
“likes you? y/n, the man is a goner,” suga laughed, shaking his head. “he’s fully convinced you’re some untouchable goddess and he’s just a peasant who plays volleyball. it’s actually tragic to watch. he thinks any guy who looks at you is your secret, incredibly successful boyfriend.”
you chewed on your lip. “but i don’t want to just read his mind to get him to talk to me. that feels like cheating.”
“it’s not cheating, it’s a tactical advantage!” suga argued, his hands moving wildly. “besides, you already know the truth. now we just need to give him the push he needs to actually say it out loud. and i have the perfect plan.”
you looked at suga’s face. it was the face of a man who was about to cause absolute chaos.
you really should have run for the hills.
𓏵
the plan was simple, which meant it was doomed to fail spectacularly.
suga had decided that the best way to crack daichi was to manufacture a situation where his protective instincts would override his debilitating insecurity. and that situation involved suga pretending to ‘make a move’ on you during the post-practice cleanup.
“it’ll work,” suga whispered to you as you both walked into the gym later that evening. “he can’t stand the thought of anyone else being close to you. if he thinks i’m stepping on his toes, he’ll crumble.”
you were skeptical, but you were also desperate. and, if you were being honest, the idea of daichi claiming you made your heart flutter in a very aggressive, school-girl-squealing kind of way.
as the practice wound down and the team started putting away the nets and mopping the floors, suga made his move.
you were sitting on the bench, dutifully folding the team towels. suga walked over, plopping down dangerously close to you. he leaned in, resting his chin in his hand, looking at you with a gaze that was entirely too intense for a platonic friendship.
“so, y/n,” suga said, his voice loud enough to carry across the gym. “i was thinking... since you’re so free this weekend, maybe you and i should go check out that new cafe downtown? just the two of us?”
across the gym, the sound of a volleyball bouncing ceased abruptly.
you turned your head slightly. daichi was standing by the equipment cart, frozen. his knuckles were white as he gripped the metal frame.
you tuned in.
‘suga? suga is asking her out? but... suga’s charming. he’s funny. he’s not a blockheaded captain who only knows how to receive volleyballs. of course she’d say yes to him. they look so good sitting together. look at how close he is. his shoulder is touching hers. i want to throw this equipment cart through the wall. i want to be the one sitting there. i want to take her to a cafe. i want to hold her hand. oh god, i’m going to be sick. she’s going to say yes and i’m going to have to smile at their wedding and be the best man while my heart is crying in a corner.’
the sheer, dramatic agony in his thoughts was almost physical. it wasn’t toxic or aggressive; it was just pure, unadulterated devotion wrapped in a thick layer of self-deprecation. he was so hopelessly in love with you that the mere thought of you being happy with someone else—even his best friend—made him want to disintegrate, yet he was prepared to support it if it made you happy.
your heart melted into a puddle of absolute goo.
suga nudged your elbow, winking at you.
you looked back at daichi. he looked like a kicked puppy trying to pretend he was a big, tough guard dog. his eyes were fixed on the floor now, his shoulders slumped.
you couldn’t do it. you couldn’t play this game. it was too cruel.
you turned to suga, projecting your voice just enough. “actually, suga, i can’t this weekend. i’m hoping to spend it with someone else.”
daichi’s head whipped up. his eyes were wide.
‘someone else? the boyfriend?! the rocket scientist is coming to town?! no, no, please let it be a cousin. a brother. anyone but a boyfriend.’
“oh?” suga said, acting masterfully surprised. “and who might that be?”
you stood up, clutching a neatly folded towel to your chest. you looked directly at daichi. your heart was beating so hard you were sure everyone in the gym could hear it, superpower or not.
“i was hoping,” you said, your voice shaking just a little bit, “that daichi might want to do something with me.”
silence fell over the gymnasium.
hinata stopped mid-jump and fell on his face. tanaka dropped a ball. kageyama blinked in confusion.
daichi looked like he had been struck by lightning. his mouth was slightly open, his eyes dinner-plate wide.
‘...me? did she just say me? sawamura daichi? the guy who looks like a police officer in a high school uniform? she wants to spend the weekend with me? is this a prank? is suga playing a trick on me? did i hit my head with a ball and now i’m in a coma? pinch me. someone pinch me. please don’t let this be a dream because if it is, i never want to wake up.’
suga grinned, clapping his hands together. “well! look at that! my schedule suddenly became very busy anyway. daichi, you’re up!”
suga gave daichi a heavy, supportive smack on the back that snapped him out of his stupor.
daichi took a step forward, then another. he walked over to you, his movements a little stiff, like a robot that was experiencing a glitch in its programming. he stopped a few feet away from you, rubbing the back of his neck, his face turning a dark, lovely shade of pink.
“you... you want to hang out with me?” he asked, his voice low and incredibly gentle.
‘say yes. please say yes. i’ll take you anywhere you want to go. i’ll buy you all the strawberry milk in the world. i’ll build you a house with my bare hands. please let this be real.’
you smiled, a real, genuine smile that made your eyes crinkle. you took a step closer to him, closing the gap. “i really do, daichi. if you’re free, that is.”
“i’m free!” he said, a little too quickly, making suga snicker in the background. daichi cleared his throat, trying to regain his captain-like composure. “i mean... yeah. i’m definitely free. i’d love to.”
‘oh thank god. thank you, universe. i’m the luckiest man alive. i’m going to make this the best date ever. i’m going to dress nice. i’m going to open doors for her. i’m going to hold her hand if she lets me. oh man, holding her hand... i might actually combust.’
you giggled, reaching out and gently touching his arm. his muscles tensed under your fingers, but he didn’t pull away.
“it’s a date then,” you said softly.
daichi beamed. it was a smile of pure, unadulterated joy, so bright it felt like it was illuminating the entire gym.
𓏵
you walked home together that evening. just the two of you.
the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. the air was cool, but you didn’t feel cold at all.
as you walked, you noticed something strange.
the static in your head was fading. the background noise of the world was growing quieter, receding like the tide. the voices of the people walking on the other side of the street were just distant murmurs now.
but daichi’s mind was still crystal clear.
‘she’s so close. her hand is swinging right next to mine. should i do it? should i hold it? what if her hands are cold? i can warm them up. okay. count to three. one... two...’
you smiled to yourself, slowing your pace just a little bit.
‘...two and a half... okay, three!’
you felt his large, warm, slightly rough hand slide against yours. his fingers were hesitant at first, brushing against your knuckles.
you didn’t wait. you opened your palm and intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing gently.
daichi let out a soft, shaky breath. his grip tightened around yours, firm and protective.
‘she didn’t pull away. she’s holding my hand. this is real. she likes me. she actually likes me. i’m the happiest man on this entire planet. i love her. i’m so incredibly in love with her.’
you stopped walking, pulling him to a halt under the shade of a blooming cherry blossom tree.
daichi turned to look at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your soul ache in the best way possible. “everything okay?” he asked.
you looked up at him, this wonderful, dense, devoted man who thought you were an angel. you realized you didn’t need the telepathy anymore. the way he was looking at you right now, with his heart shining in his eyes, was louder than any mental broadcast could ever be.
and as the last remnants of the mind-reading power faded away into the quiet evening air, leaving you with nothing but the sound of the wind in the trees and the steady thumping of your own heart, you stood on your tiptoes.
you pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek.
daichi froze, his brain visibly short-circuiting in real-time. his face exploded into a brilliant crimson, and he let out a noise that was halfway between a squeak and a gasp.
you laughed, pulling on his hand to get him walking again. “come on, captain,” you teased, leaning your head against his sturdy shoulder. “you have to take me home. we have a big date to prepare for this weekend.”
daichi didn’t say anything for a long moment, still dazed by the kiss, but his hand squeezed yours with a fierce, unwavering devotion that spoke volumes more than words ever could.
n: daichi is such a hunk, i wanna lick his arms.
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