daichi x sugawara
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?”.
“What did I do to deserve him?” Daichi thought as Suga walked away.
