Sugawara POV
I woke up to someone lightly shaking me. Wait, when did I fall asleep? I blink a couple times to see Daichi in front on me. I go red by how close he is. He tilts his head slightly and smiles. God I love his smile. It takes me a minute to realize I'm still in the clubroom with a certain orange-head in my lap.
"When did I drift off?" I ask. He chuckles lightly.
"We found the both of you passed out about half an hour ago. Everyone's gone home except for you, Hinata, Kageyama, and I.," Daichi replies. I nod drearily. I rub my eyes in hopes to wake up. I feel Daichi lightly lift Hinata off my lap. I watch as he helps Kageyama put Hinata onto his back. Once Hinata's secure he departs with soft spoken goodbyes. Daichi then helps me up to my feet. Once I stand up there's a slight sting in my right leg. Leg must've lost circulation. I thought. Daichi must've noticed because he picks me up bridal style. I grip onto his neck in surprise as I feel my face heat up. I feel him chuckle underneath me.
"Don't laugh.," I mumble into his neck.
"Why not? You're cute.," he replies. I groan and nuzzle myself deeper into his neck. Aftershave, deodorant, and him. I think. I listen to his heartbeat. Strong and steady. Just like him.
Daichi POV
Once we reach Suga's house I step in. I carry him up to the room and lay him down. I called my parents beforehand letting them know that I'm spending the night. Once he's settled, I switch out of my clothes into a bed shirt and my boxers. Once I lay myself down, I wrap my arms around Suga's thin frame. I rub my thumb against his spine. His hair tickles my nose. I lift my head up slightly to get to his neck. I plant small kisses down from his jawline. Once I found his pulse point I lick it lightly before I start sucking. I nibble a little bit at his tender skin, hoping for a reaction. Just as I thought, I feel him grasp my forearm. He squeezes slightly, allowing me to continue. I feel his breathing becoming labored and shallow. I readjust myself so I'm ontop of him. I balance my forearms by his head. His eyes are screwed shut. I brush the hair off his face before I continue. I nip at his skin, leaving light pink marks in my stead. I keep on nipping till I start sucking again at his collarbone. I feel his fingers combing through my hair. On instinct, I drag my hand and start fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He then grabs my wrist. I look up at him. Eyes blown wide with his mouth agape and a emotionless expression. He pushes me slightly so that he can sit up. I watch as he lifts the shirt up over his head. He then tugs at my shirt, signalling for me to do the same. I discard the clothing onto the floor and push him back onto the bed. I nip at his lips before kissing him roughly. I press my tongue against the slit of his mouth. I explore his mouth as he does the same to me. He slips his arms under mine, wrapping them behind my shoulders. I'm barely able to catch my breath, but I don't want to stop. Though it seems he doesn't want to either. I lower myself and grind against him. A deep moan escapes his throat as I still control his lips. His nails drag against my back, tightening his grip. I do it again and another ungodly noise escapes him. As we continue my mind wanders on how we got here.
- 7 months prior -
I was walking around the school halls when I heard a sound. It was soft and almost muffled. It sounded like an arguement. I almost turned to leave when I heard Suga's voice.
"You don't just tell people that!" He exclaims. I watch as he looks so scared and broken.
"And what am I supposed to tell them? That we didn't do it and how you're too much of a wimp to?" A girl says. I can tell she's fuming.
"It'd be better than spreading lies about us. You and I were never real, we both know it.," I hear him say.
"Never real? Then what was going on in that head of yours the 6 months we've been dating?" she asks.
"Soo Lin...," he tries. She swats his hand away.
"I knew it.," I hear.
"I knew it. You're in love with him, aren't you?" she says accusingly. I feel disappointed. He's not in love with her, but someone else.
"Soo Lin, it's not like that.," he tries.
"No! You, Sugawara Koushi, are in love with Sawamura Daichi, don't try to deny it.," she yells. I freeze in place.
"Soo Lin, please. I did love you, but understand with him it's different.," he says. He tries to reach her hand. She slaps it away.
"No, I don't need to pity of a stupid faggot.," she spits, venomously. He looks down, avoiding her gaze.
"You know he doesn't feel the same, right. I mean, look at you. Pathetic. You know, I'm glad that I spread those rumors about us. About having sex in my house. Now, he'll never want a broken used toy like you.," she says triumphantly. I feel my blood boil. I turn the corner until I'm seen by the squabbling couple. Soo Lin spots me first.
"Well if it isn't the devil himself.," she snarks. As I get closer I see the fear build up behind those beautiful eyes.
"What's going on?" I ask vaguely. She flips her hair.
"Nothing, just a friendly chat.," she says sweetly. I want to punch her.
"If it's nothing, then why did I hear yelling?" I ask. I look at Suga, but he doesn't meet my gaze. His eyes, trained on the floor.
"Probably because your faggot friend has a crush on you.," she replies. I lose it. I shove her against the wall and hold her in place. My forearm holding her by the throat.
"Oh, he likes it rough.," she sneers.
"If you don't shut the FUCK up, I'm gonna punch you right here, right now.," I exclaim. Now it's her turn to be scared. I watch as the confindence she had, shrinks. Then I feel arms snake their way around my waist. I sigh as I release her from my grasp. She runs, not once looking back. I feel his head slump against my back.
"You didn't have to do that.," he says.
"She was trash talking my best friend. I never liked her anyway.," I reply. I hear a faint chuckle. Once the silence settles I feel as his grip on me loosens.
"You heard the whole thing, didn't you?" He asks. I nod. Once he releases me, I turn to see him leaning against the wall opposite of me, head hanging low.
"You don't have to stay, you know. After what you heard you probably-," I cut him off.
"What I heard means everything to me.," I say. He looks up.
"If it meant nothing to you, that's fine, but it meant everything to me. To know that my love is requitted, is enough.," my words leave him speachless.
"To know...," I continue as I step closer. I stop in front of him, close enough to breathe in his scent.
"You love me as I love you, Sugawara Koushi.," I whisper. I trap him between my arms and the wall. But all he does is stare at me in shock. I lean my head against his as I keep eye contact. Before I know it our lips crash together and move in synch. Our tongues dance in a harmony no one knows. We only stop to catch our breath, but even then to lose each others touch was almost as painful as a bullet wound to the heart. I slump my head on his shoulder.
"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that.," I mumble. He chuckles as he cards his fingers through my hair.
"Me too.," he says.
- Present time -
I pin his arms above his head as I roughly kiss his neck. I feel the mattress sink slightly as he digs his heels into it. I notice the slight shiver in his body and I stop. He opens his eyes questioningly. I release my grasp of him. He opens his mouth to ask.
"You're not ready.," I say plainly. He tries to argue but I stop him.
"Don't hide it. I'm not going to do something I know you're uncomfortable with.," I tell him.
"Sorry.," he mumbles. I smile softly as I kiss his temple.
"No reason to feel sorry princess. When you're ready, you're ready. But now is not that time.," I say as I pull into a hug. He buries his head into my chest.
"I just wanted to make you feel loved too. I feel like this is really one-sided, you know?" He says. I hold him tight. He's too goddamn precious.
"I do feel loved though. Everytime our eyes meet, everytime we kiss, I think, what in the world did I do to deserve you? Because we both know I ain't a model student, the most respectable person, but I still have you.," I tell him.
"Well it certainly isn't because of your cooking.," he jokes. I scoff in mock horror. I hear his sweet laugh. I'm gonna treasure this forever.