#daichixsuga

Suga was losing his smile recently.

The stress of simply existing was getting to him, and it was like the walls were closing in. 

Suga had made some bad decisions.

His wrists weren't bleeding. The stray cat he fed was just being grumpy. His smile wasn't getting faker and faker. He just hadn't slept well. His eyes weren't losing their sparkle. He was just concentrating on volleyball. He hadn't been himself lately. He was just focused on his studies.

Lies.

Sugawara Koushi was a fucking liar.

Every day, he felt like he was suffocating. He was drowning in the deep, black ocean, with no one to find him. His lungs were filling with water, he was screaming for help, but then he decided he didn't need to. Because he deserved this. He deserved to die alone, with nobody by his side. He deserved everything the world threw at him.

Or, at least that's what he thought.

Well, no matter. Nobody else's opinion was ever heard anyway, because Suga had been distancing himself from everybody in his life. 

"Koushi, are you okay?" Daichi asked, snapping Suga out of his thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, totally fine." Suga said.

"No, you're not. And you're going to tell me what's bothering you." Daichi said sternly, and Suga knew it was over because he used his i-am-captain-and-dad-to-a-bunch-of-kids-my-age-and-i-have-to-keep-them-in-check voice, not his suga-is-my-friend-and-i-care-deeply-about-him-and-want-him-to-be-okay voice.

So Suga told him everything.

Including his twelve step plan to putting himself out of his misery.

"Oh my god, Koushi…I– why didn't you say something? Please don't end it. Ever. Please. Everybody would be crushed." Daichi's eyes welled up with tears, and his voice cracked.

"Well, there is one thing I wanted to say to you before it's all over, but I guess I won't ever have to tell you now."

"You can still tell me, if you want."

"I'm gay, Daichi."

"Oh," Daichi blinked in surprise. "Suga, you know almost everyone on our volleyball team is gay, right? There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Not to my parents." Suga's bottom lip quivered and he looked away, ashamed.

"Suga," Daichi said, sweetly, "we all care about you, no matter what, okay? You are amazing. You are kind. You are Sugawara Koushi, and that is the biggest complement anybody could give you. Who cares what they think? It's your life."

And then the dam broke.

Suga held onto Daichi and sobbed, letting all his frustration, anger, and pain out into the brunette's chest. Daichi immediately wrapped his arms around him, and rubbed circles gently on his back as he whispered sweet nothings.

After Suga had cried until there were no tears left, he pulled away sniffling. 

"Sorry." he muttered, embarrassed that he had probably got his tears and snot on Daichi's hoodie.

"Don't apologise. It's normal. You're human, Koushi," Daichi reassured him. Then, he leaned down slightly and kissed Suga on the forehead. "You can tell me anything. Anything at all, okay? I will never judge you."

"Well, there is one more thing I've been wanting to tell you." Suga blushed, biting his lip.

"What?"

"I'm in love with you, Daichi." Suga whispered.

Daichi's mouth fell open, as he confusedly stared at Suga. "Oh god, I knew I shouldn't have said that, I'm so sorry, uh, can we forget about—" Suga started rambling, but was interrupted by Daichi, kissing him softly. Delicately. As if he pressed his lips just a bit harder, Suga would break, would disappear, and it would all be over.

After a few seconds, Daichi pulled away.

Suga was crying again.

Tears dripped down his pink cheeks and rolled down to his chin as he bit his lip and cried softly.

"Shit, why are you crying? Should I have not done that?" Daichi gasped. "Am I a bad kisser?"

Suga slapped his arm gently. "No, these are happy tears. I've wanted that for so long now." Daichi sighed in relief. 

"And, for the record, you are a pretty great kisser." Suga teased.

"Shut up!" Daichi blushed, his tan skin now tinted with bright red.

"I love you."

Person A: I did the right thing when I married you

Person B: What-- Were not married--

Daichi:Yes,it is. Just like you ....

Sugawara:What?

Daichi:What?

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It was just about time for volleyball practice after school, and Daichi was not feeling good. He hadn’t eaten properly all day because of stress for the upcoming tournament, and he was dizzy and disoriented. The bell rang, and most of the class left. Suga got up from his desk and walked up to Daichi’s. “Hey,” he said, “you ready to leave?”.  “Yeah.” Daichi replied, pushing himself up with the support of the desk. “Let’s go.” “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look too good and, come to think of it, I didn’t see you at lunch either.” asked Suga, concern lacing his voice. “Yes, Suga, don’t mother me. Save that for the ten grown children we have on the team.” 

Suga smiled a bit, and they continued walking to the courts. 

The corners of Daichi’s mouth twitched upward, and he knew he had made Suga worry a bit less. No matter how shitty he felt, he loved knowing he was responsible for Suga’s beautiful smile.

“Shit! We’re late!” Suga realised, and he broke into a run, turning to make sure Daichi was following him. Daichi ran after him, and suddenly his dizziness turned into spots in his vision. He stopped and leaned against a rail. “Just give me a minute. You go.” he said. Suga turned as he realised Daichi was no longer running behind him. He jogged back to him. “No way,” he said, patting Daichi’s head and ruffling his already messy brown hair. “I’m not leaving you like this.” He took out his water bottle from his bag, and made Daichi drink some.

Daichi smiled weakly at Suga’s concerned but loving eyes, and thought, “God, he's beautiful.”.  “Hey, look at me.” Suga said. Daichi did, and before he could comprehend anything, Suga’s lips were on his. It was a quick peck, but he still smiled widely. How was he still so weak for this man? It had only been a few weeks (if you don't count the pining for him when they met), and he had fallen so in love with his motherly concern, the glitter in his eyes, and the way his smile lit up the room. And how he was a lot less innocent than he got credit for. God, he loved Suga.

Then, they walked back to practice, Suga holding both their bags. He made sure Daichi wouldn’t play by threatening no kisses for a week, but they both knew he wouldn’t last that long. Daichi still agreed though, suddenly loving the princess treatment. 

After practice, Suga walked Daichi home, just like they always did. He was leaning in to hug him, but Daichi shifted away uncomfortably. “Don’t, I’m really sweaty. I think I might have a fever.” he said. “And I think I don’t care.” Suga replied, shaking his head. He hugged Daichi tightly, his arms wrapped around his body in an embrace that made Daichi feel safe and warm. “I love you,” muttered Suga, “take care of yourself, okay?”.