#trans suga

Of course, no one else is. Suga only did it because it seemed funny to try and stage dive during a really slow song, in a room with less than fifty people in it. Akaashi had bet that he wouldn't dare, which was a pretty stupid thing to do with Suga; he should have known after even the short time they'd been acquainted, that there wasn't much that Suga wouldn't do.

Akaashi stands in the middle of the room, although it's the back of the crowd, and gives him a slow round of applause.

Suga theatrically bows, spinning his finger around as he does so. 'Why thank you, I aim to please.'

'You are a grade A dick.'

Suga points to the crowd. 'If I was a dick, those people would have let me fall. They love me, and so do you. Pay up.'

Akaashi crosses his arms. 'We never agreed on a bet! I just said you wouldn't do it.'

'Come on! At least buy me a drink. Let's get tequila shots.'

'I think you've had enough.'

'OK, compromise. What about a pint of water and a tequila slammer?'

Akaashi laughs with a snort. 'How is that a compromise?'

'Just is!' He slaps his backside, and slips behind him towards the corridor. 'Get them in, while I go to the loo.'

As he walks, people wave at him, call his name. He doesn't know who they all are, but he's probably met them in the past. That's just a consequence of having one of those faces, one of those personalities, he guesses. People meet him once, and think they know him, and he's too friendly to put them straight.

Right now, he doesn't stop to chat. He has to get to the toilet as quickly as possible, and he just hopes there's a free cubicle. He can't believe this is happening now, but if he's lucky, his instincts could be wrong.

Although they very rarely are.

There's one other man in there, at the urinal, and thankfully, all three cubicles are free. He chooses the one furthest from the door.

Carefully, he pulls down his trousers and underpants, and finds he was right to be worried, as a stain stares back at him.

'Fuck,' he says quietly under his breath. He does the mental arithmetic, and curses himself for not bringing anything with him. He shoves a wad of paper into his underwear, and flushes the toilet, just for show, before washing his hands and leaving.

The corridor is empty, almost everyone is watching the show. He knocks on the door next to the men's room, waits, and then pushes his way in.

He waits again, once inside, but doesn't hear anything. 'Hello?' he says, making his voice higher than its usual tone. There's no answer.

Quickly, he moves over to the machine, finding loose change in his pocket. He puts a pound against the slot, seeing the sign seconds before he lets the coin drop, and it comes back out in the slot at the bottom.

'Out of order' is scrawled across a piece of paper taped to the front of the machine, and Suga's exasperated cry of, 'Fuck,' is much louder this time.

He runs back out, before anyone comes in, and finds the corridor still empty. He has a moment to think about what to do, there's time, he tells himself, he doesn't need to rush.

The staff seems the first obvious choice, although that depends on who's working. As he walks towards the bar area, he begs the universe to give him one of the girls, or that cute dark haired one who never smiles. Basically, anyone other than the one with green hair would be perfect.

'Fuck,' he says for a third time, seeing a green fringe bobbing around among glasses hanging from above him.

'Suga! Where've you been hiding, gorgeous?' Suguru leans on one elbow and sticks a tongue out.

Suga puts up his hands in surrender. 'Hey. Listen, usually, I love this idiotic banter we have, and I promise next time, I'll give back as good as you give. But today, I haven't got the time, so please don't be a twat.'

'Aw, baby, why so cruel?' He leans over further, and tips Suga's chin up with the tip of his finger. 'What d'ya need?'

'Sanitary towel. The machine is bust. Please tell me there's someone here who has something?'

Suguru releases him, and shakes his head. ''Fraid not. Just me today.'

'Are there any girls you know here tonight?'

'Nope. There's hardly anyone in anyway, but no one I know. Not a popular band, I'm afraid.'

'You can say that again.' A lot of the gathering have already gone, and as Suga looks around, there's even less people than when he was crowd-surfing. The security have stopped even bothering to prowl the front row, there's so little movement.

Suga spots Akaashi looking for him, and raises a hand so he knows where he is, and gets a nod in return.

To his side, he senses movement, and looks up to see a tall-ish man, standing fairly closely to them, looking slightly shifty, but ultimately non-threatening.

At first glance, Suga gets an impression of Akaashi; his face is similar, particularly around the eyes, even though he's wearing a beanie pulled so far onto his head that his hair is pressed so it almost covers them. There's something harder there, in his expression; whether it's just that he knows Akaashi better so he seems softer, or maybe it's the angle of his eyebrows, drawn down over his nose.

'Urm, sorry to bother you. I couldn't help over-hearing.' He starts digging in the bag hanging across his body, lifting the flap covered in patches. 'I have... hang on, I know it's here somewhere.'

Suga watches, unsure of what's happening, whether this is a welcome development for his predicament or not. The other man looks up at him, smiles apologetically as he still shifts the contents of his bag around. Suga spots a headphone jack poking out, a bottle of orange pop, and then he pulls out a T-tool, before spotting what he's looking for wedged under it.

'Here!' He hands a small zippered pouch to Suga, who looks at it confused. It's printed all over with pink roses, a large Vans logo in the centre. 'It has what you need.'

Suga hesitates before he unzips the pouch, and inside finds a couple of tampons, three different sizes of sanitary towel, and a blister pack of pain killers. He looks up at his saviour, who's smiling very slightly. He isn't sure what to say, he's never felt quite so grateful to a stranger in his life. 'Thank you so much.'

'No problem.'

'Let me go and... use this, and then I'll bring it straight back. Promise.' He runs back to the bathroom, looking back over his shoulder as Suguru hands the stranger a bottle of beer, refusing payment.

When he returns, Akaashi is also now sitting at the bar, talking to the owner of the pouch; well, he's talking towards him, but not getting much in return.

They all look up, seemingly grateful for Suga's return. His good mood is back, helped by being able to remove the scratchy toilet roll from his underwear, and the effects of the painkillers, placebo though they might be right now.

'Please, let me pay you back for that,' he says to the stranger, handing back the pouch.

'No, please, it's fine.'

'At least let me buy you a drink?'

The stranger lifts his still half-full beer, and starts to turn him down, but Akaashi turns and says, 'Don't bother trying to say no, he'll never stop nagging you until you say yes. May as well give in now.'

'Well, I don't really need another drink, but I am quite hungry. Do they have snacks here?'

Suguru looks at him, making a pfft sound through pursed lips. 'We have crisps somewhere I think? No one has ever bought food here. Literally no one.'

'Maybe they would if you had anything, fuckwit.'

The stranger stifles a laugh at Suga, so he looks and smiles at him. 'Well, never mind. Maybe another time.' He stands up, and starts to walk away.

'Hang on!' Suga touches his arm, causing him to flinch slightly. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you. Urm, why don't we go and get some food? I'm not really in the mood to stay here anyway, this band are shit, and you know, the obvious reasons. I could really go for some chips. Or a kebab!'

'I told you, he won't take no for an answer,' Akaashi stands up. 'I fancy some food too, haven't had a kebab in ages.'

The stranger looks at them both in turn, a smirk growing on his face. 'I can't really leave until the band finishes. Urm, the drummer is my best friend.'

Akaashi nearly wets himself laughing, and Suga looks genuinely apologetic, probably for the first time in his life. 'I'm so sorry. You've been so nice, and all I've done is badger you, and then insult your friend.'

'It's alright. They are a bit shit, I never said I liked them. I do want to support Reon though, so I'm going to stay.'

'Akaashi's dating a drummer! What's his band again?'

'He's called Koutarou Bokuto,' Akaashi says, avoiding having to say the band's name. Suga pulls his phone out, and starts flicking through his photo album.

'No fucking way!' the stranger becomes suddenly animated. 'He's like, the best drummer I've ever seen! Fuck, Reon will be so jealous I met you!'

Akaashi laughs. 'I'm not him, you know.'

Suga holds his phone up for the stranger, showing him a picture of the three of them together on a night out; Bokuto is holding the phone at arm's length, pressing the side of Akaashi's face into his, with Suga pressing on the other side, doing a peace sign with his spare hand. 'Proof!'

'I believed you, I was just surprised.' He smiles, more than he has done yet. 'Is he as nice as he seems?'

Akaashi and Suga both say, 'Yes,' in unison, and then look at each other and laugh.

'I mean, he would say that, cause they're going out,' Suga says, pointing a thumb towards Akaashi, who's blushing slightly, 'But he really is a good bloke. Isn't he, Akaashi?'

'Well, I think so, obviously, but he does seem to get on with everyone.'

Suga closes his phone, and slaps a hand to his forehead. 'Hey, I just realised! We don't even know your name yet!'

'I'm Eita,' he says, holding out a hand.

'I'm Akaashi, and this is Suga,' he says, shaking the hand and gesturing to Suga who waves.

'Suga? Really?' He stills, looking more closely at Suga as he nods. 'This is a turn up. I'm more flattered than I thought I would be.'

'Eh?'

'I get mistaken for you. A lot.'

'People think you're me?' Suga's face betrays the genuine joy and surprise at being mistaken for Eita, and Akaashi can't help but grin. 'But you're so... tall. And stuff.'

Suga looks at Eita's athletic figure, sinewy arms, thick neck muscle, and is overwhelmed that someone, somewhere might think he looks like this, even a little bit. Eita even says it happens a lot.

Eita gives Suga an appraising look in return. 'I guess our hair is quite similar, but you're a bit shorter than me.'

He feels like crying that Eita has ignored their obvious differences, but just says, 'Our hair isn't that similar! Yours is dark, isn't it?' The visible ends poking out look almost black, and he has no idea why Eita thinks the hair might be what make people mistake him for Suga.

Eita just smiles, and pulls off his beanie, revealing a full head of ash blonde hair, the black just on the tips.

Akaashi laughs again, and shakes his head. He looks between them. 'It's really quite uncanny, you could be brothers.' He pulls at the hair on Suga's crown.' He even has a cowlick in the same place.'

By this time, Suguru has noticed Eita now has no hat on, and is pointing at them both and shouting, 'Oh my God, there are two of you! Witchcraft!'

There's a lull in the background music, so the three of them look towards the stage. The band have gone, but the lights are still down, presumably they think people might request an encore. From the silence in the room, and the groups of people walking towards the door, Suga thinks the concert is probably over.

'So, now it's quieter, I can hear you properly. I need answers. You know an awful lot of people, Suga,' says Eita, crossing his arms. 'Some of them are pretty mad at you, too. What on earth do you get up to in your free time?'

'Bit of this, bit of that,' he replies, waving a hand.

Akaashi butts in. 'He says he's a manga artist, but I've never actually seen any evidence of that.'

'I have a sketchbook!'

'It's empty,' he says sideways to Eita, who laughs.

'It won't be. Eventually. I know the story, I just need to write it.'

'What's it about?' Eita asks, finishing his beer.

'Skateboarders.'

'Ah. Probably why I keep being mistaken for you. I bet we travel in the same circles.'

'You skate?' Suga asks, knowing full well from the T-tool he probably does, but wanting to look like he wasn't nosing at the contents of his bag.

'I do indeed.'

'Cool! Me too! We should go skating together, sometime. I can probably introduce you to some big name skaters. Akaashi here works at Parklife.'

Eita looks at him, and nods. 'Nice one, I've seen that.'

'S'how you met Bokuto, right?' When Akaashi nods again, Suga turns back to Eita. 'He's a photographer for them.'

Eita quietly says, 'Small world,' before turning to the stage. 'I think that's it. I'm going to go and find Reon and tell him we're going for food. Can I invite him, if he wants to come?'

'Of course!' Suga says, enthusiastically, happy that Eita is going to let him treat him to food. The painkillers have kicked in, and after being worried he would have to bow out early, Eita's kindness means he's been able to stay and enjoy the evening.

'OK, I'll be as quick as possible.' He clenches a hand around Suga's forearm. 'Don't go anywhere.'

The look he gives Suga is more intense than strictly necessary, making him gulp. 'I won't.'

He turns and walks away quickly, the messenger bag now across his lower back, hands in pockets. Suga watches him go, stunned into silence.

Akaashi is first to speak. 'I cannot believe I just met Gabriel.'

Suga turns sideways, confused. 'Gabriel?'

'Yeah, that's what me and Chikara call him. 'Cause he looks like an angel. He's here a lot, I'm really shocked you've never seen him before.'

'Maybe I have and just never noticed him.' He stretches out his back, and sits down, rubbing the sides of his stomach and wincing.

'That's cause you're too busy making sure everyone else has noticed you.' He sits next to Suga, and rubs his shoulder. 'Everything OK?'

'Yeah, just stomach ache.'

He looks at him with sympathy. 'How did you even get talking to him, anyway?'

Koushi beamed and leaned forward, kissing Keiji on the tip of their nose as he ruffled their hair. “Morning Keiji. What pronouns are we using today?”

Keiji sucked on their teeth for a minute before their eyes flicked up and they smiled shyly. “She today.”

“Well,” Koushi murmured as he leaned even closer, “I’m honored to have a pretty, brilliant girlfriend today.”

Keiji made a happy sound in the back of her throat and leaned in, pressed close to Koushi’s chest. He beamed and wrapped his arms tight around her, squeezing as he pressed soft kisses all over her head while slender arms settled loosely around his hips. “You’re warm…” Keiji mumbled.

Koushi pulled back, smiling as he tugged on short, dark curls. “I try hard.” Keiji grunted, tugged him back in and nuzzled closer, breaths already slowing. “Don’t fall asleep again,” Koushi chided softly as he prodded Keiji’s cheek, but he didn’t push her off, didn’t pry himself away. It was too good to resist.

Quiet footsteps drew his gaze, and he smiled as Tooru walked out, scratching at their bare chest as they yawned. Their eyes brightened and they crept over, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of Keiji’s head before their arms wound around Keiji and Koushi, enveloping them both in a warm, secure embrace. “Morning cuties,” they sang.

Koushi snorted. “Too kind, I swear.”

Tooru winked at him before they glanced to Keiji and poked her cheek. “What pronouns today, Kei-chan?”

“She…” Keiji managed sleepily as she slowly slipped an arm from around Koushi’s waist to blindly seek out Tooru’s hand and grasp it.

The two standing grinned, turned to one another. “Keiji needs more coffee I think.”

“Kou-chan, I think you’re right. But you know what’s needed first?” Koushi snorted, but he leaned up on his tiptoes and kissed Tooru, lingering and lingering until his legs trembled, calves ready to give out. They grinned and chased after him instead, peppering sweet kisses all over his face, coaxing out quiet, happy sounds. “My handsome man,” they cooed, smirking as Koushi flushed and looked away.

“Hush,” Koushi grumbled.”

“Never! I have to tell my wonderful partners how amazing they are! My beautiful, strong Kei-chan, so sweet and tough! And my dashing Kou-chan, so pretty and smart! Wonderful, the both of you!”

Koushi groaned, cheeks and ears hot, and buried his face into Tooru’s shoulder as they laughed, loud and bright, hard enough that it shook them all and left Keiji grumbling. Koushi nudged Tooru off after a moment, but they leaned in for one more kiss before they grabbed Keiji’s cup and leaned close, whispering kisses across her skin too.

“Want some more?”

“What kind of question is that?”

Tooru chuckled. “Three coffees coming right up!”

Koushi snorted again and shifted his hands to cup Keiji’s face, tugging her attention away. She blinked up at him, eyes slowly clearly, and he smiled, swept his fingers along her soft cheeks. “Want me to make breakfast?”

She perked up, smiling faintly as her hand squeezed his hip. “Pancakes?”

Koushi winked. “I can do that.”

Keiji smiled and released him, and he leaned down, kissed her forehead, and spun away. He rummaged through the cupboards and pulled out ingredients as Keiji and Tooru settled at the table, Keiji with her head down while Tooru stroked her hair and chattered. “I’m really glad we all go the day off together for once. It’s gonna be awesome! The planetarium is super cool, I promise you’ll both love it! Oh, and the flowers are blooming too, so we could buy lunch somewhere and take it to a park and eat there maybe? Hajime was telling me about this one place with great deals…”

Koushi hummed as he whisked all the ingredients together, listening with half an ear to the plans they’d been talking about for at least two weeks now. “It definitely sounds good. I was beyond ready to spend a day with you.”

“I’m glad you’re excited too! We all really needed the break.”

Keiji made a soft wheezing sound, a quiet laugh as they opened their eyes. “Too true… I love the kids, but sometimes I’m tempted to quit.”

“At least these ones don’t throw up on you?”

Koushi watched, amused, as Keiji raised her head and stared at Tooru for a long moment before she sighed quietly, let her head thump back onto the table. “You’re right I guess…”

“It’s okay Keiji,” Tooru murmured as he ruffled her hair. “I know it’s hard, but you’re the best.”

“They’re right Keiji!” Koushi chimed in as he ladled some of the batter onto the warm pan. “You’re great with the kids. I’ve seen how much they adore you.”

Keiji made a soft, pleased sound and buried her face into her arms. Tooru winked at Koushi, and he blew a kiss back before he turned, flipped the first of the pancakes, moved them, and started a second set. Tooru started to bustle around, singing quietly as they grabbed the syrup and butter, set the table, and poured themself a glass of milk.

Soon, Koushi finished and brought the plate over, trailing his fingers across Keiji’s back as he passed. She perked up instantly and stole the first pancakes with a grin before Koushi had a chance to even pull his hand from the plate. He and Tooru exchanged a grin and a laugh as they waited for her to load up her plate before they reached in and grabbed some of their own. Koushi swiped the syrup before Tooru could, giggling to himself as he poured a good amount before relinquishing it to Tooru, who stuck their tongue out at him.

“So kind, Mr. Refreshing.”

“So good, Koushi,” Keiji moaned quietly, eyes closed in what may have been pure rapture as she chewed slowly. “Cook these every morning,” she whispered as her eyes cracked open, a tiny smile blooming.

Koushi shook his head with a laugh. “Can do Keiji, though you’ll get tired of them real quick.”

Keiji scoffed as she jerked her chin up and pointedly took another bite. “You wish.”

Koushi grinned. “Maybe. They take a while to make, but they’re delicious, and it’s so tempting to eat them while I’m cooking.”

“Naturally,” Keiji hummed, “I would too.”

“If you were conscious enough to cook in the mornings.”

Keiji only gave him a baleful stare before she turned back to her pancakes. Koushi glanced to Tooru, shit-eating smiles tugging at their mouths. Koushi’s arm darted forward and he stole a bite of Keiji’s pancakes as she squeaked in protest, lunged after him as he laughed, shaking as he shoved the bite into his mouth and chewed. Keiji stilled in her pursuit, lips pursed in a pout. “Koushi…”

She leaned closer, lower lip pushing out further. “Koushi…”

He smirked and pecked her on the lips. Keiji’s nose crinkled a little, but before she could complain he cut off a piece of his stack of pancakes and held it out. Those beautiful gray eyes brightened and she opened her mouth, let him feed her with a grin.

“So cute,” Tooru sighed, and Keiji and Koushi turned, both smiling as Koushi cut off another piece, stuck it in Tooru’s direction. Tooru gasped, clutched their chest and fluttered their eyes at him, lips wobbling. “Koushi… my love! Such a gift! I don’t deserve the honor! I-”

“Fine, I’ll eat it my-”

Tooru’s hand shot out and caught Koushi by the wrist, held him there. “Rude, Kou-chan,” they grumbled. Koushi just blew them a kiss. Tooru gave an over-exaggerated seductive wink and leaned forward, took the pancakes from Koushi’s fork with a delighted hum. Koushi settled back and started to eat again, glancing between his partners with a grin. I love you both so much.

They finished breakfast quickly, and Keiji washed while Tooru dried as Koushi slipped back to the bedroom for a quick shower. By the time he emerged, dress and hair dry, Keiji and Tooru had sprawled back on their bed and tangled up together, Keiji’s long, slender legs stretched out, one hooked over Tooru’s waist. They paused in the middle of their slow kisses and delicate touches, blinking at him as they both smiled. “What a prince,” Tooru tease.

Keiji hummed in agreement as she pressed her head into Tooru’s neck, twisted to keep her eyes on Koushi. “Very handsome indeed.”

Koushi focused fixing the collar of his shirt, a pathetic attempt to hide his painfully obvious blush as he shook his head. “Hush, the both of you.” They laughed instead, loud and bright, and Koushi found himself drawn in, grinning as he moved closer and held his hands out. “C’mon you two, let’s get going.”

Keiji groaned, but she rolled over, rose, wiggled as she pulled her high-waisted shorts up a little higher and made sure her blouse was tucked in properly. Tooru slung themself over Koushi’s back, hugging him tight as they kissed along the shell of his ear. “Do you have a sports bra to bring?”

Koushi twisted his head away, a muffled noise escaping from the back of his throat. Keiji was on him in an instant, holding his hand as she cupped his cheek.

“Koushi.”

Her voice was stern, no room for arguments, and Koushi heaved a dramatic sigh, rolled his eyes, and disentangled himself from his partners. He dug through their drawers for a minute before he found one and tossed it to Keiji, who caught it and stuck it in her purse with a smile. “Thank you.”