“Daichi!  Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” 

          Truthfully? Yes, he was cold. Hinata easily gets cold at night rather than when he goes out in a chilly night, or waddles around in the snow. Daichi seemed very warm, especially for holding another. Embarrassed as it was, he wanted to be held, warmed up or not he didn’t mind. Perhaps his mind would be taken off the cold when he was in the captain’s hold. “Of course! If that’s alright with you, senpai?” he leaned forward to boop him gently on the nose, tiptoeing up to reach. Taking a few steps closer he moved his arms around Daichi’s waist, a sigh leaving his lips. Warmth, warmth at last.

Suga sat upright in his bed, red faced, and blinking. He was shocked and speechless. Never in a million years would he have thought to have such a graphic, racy, dream about his best friend. He had been like that for the whole day. Shocked and out of it, still not believing what his mind had conjured up for him last night. Nothing triggered this beforehand yet it had happened, and so vividly. When someone finally called out to him, he jumped scared and still flustered.

"Yeah, you can redeem those now if you want. I'm up for it if you're ready to get your butt kicked." 

"You lost or something?"