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“Oh my god, babe, stop, I’m not alone,” Suga giggles into the phone. It’s a sugary sound, not his normal laugh, though it’s somewhat become his normal laugh over the last month with how much he’s done it over the damn phone.
Daichi grinds his teeth, patiently waiting for his + https://twitter.com/fireheart_aw/status/1388215326756638722
Daichi grinds his teeth, patiently waiting for his + https://twitter.com/fireheart_aw/status/1388215326756638722
best friend to fucking hang up this stupid asinine phone call so they can get back to studying. His history notes have gotten no where since Suga picked up to the annoyingly bubbly KPop ringtone that he only uses for one specific person.
His boyfriend.
Even thinking the +
His boyfriend.
Even thinking the +
word makes him grind his teeth harder, surely ruining all the hard work his orthodontist did back in middle school. But.... yeah. Suga’s boyfriend.
He’s not even sure how it happened, really. One day they’re winning a practice match against Seijoh and the next Suga is +
He’s not even sure how it happened, really. One day they’re winning a practice match against Seijoh and the next Suga is +
biting his lip in the most adorable way with the cutest little blush while texting the Seijoh captain. And who could blame him? Not Daichi. Not when Oikawa fucking Tooru is the only person he’s ever met that comes close to Suga or Shimizu level of beauty.
So he’s grumbled to +
So he’s grumbled to +
himself and bitched to Asahi but otherwise been perfectly supportive of his best friend’s completely obnoxious relationship. He’s a /good/ friend, Suga’s /best/ friend and even if he’d like to be /a lot more than that/ he can suck it up and let Suga be happy. Even if it sucks. +
So when Suga finally hangs up he has every intention of politely laughing it off so they can get back to their homework, but instead he bites out the thought that’s been banging around dangerously in his mind for the last two weeks.
“When’s this going to be over, Suga?” +
“When’s this going to be over, Suga?” +
Bright hazel eyes pop a little wider as they stare back at him. Fuck. Daichi’s done it now. How the hell does he rectify this? Does he rectify this? Or does he—
“That laugh sounds fake as hell and I’m tired of it. How long are you going to keep doing this to me?”
Holy shit +
“That laugh sounds fake as hell and I’m tired of it. How long are you going to keep doing this to me?”
Holy shit +
this is what he’s been saying to Asahi but /not/ something he should be saying to Suga. /Has/ his laugh sounded way too light and airy with Oikawa? Sure. Daichi much preferred the husky little chuckle that rippled out of him when they walked home together.
But what right did +
But what right did +
he have to call Suga out just for having a different laugh? Suga was going to kill him. Punch him. Or worse, stop being friends with him altogether.
Except he doesn’t. His fluffy premature-grey eyebrows lift nearly to his hairline as he chews on his lower lip. Which is also +
Except he doesn’t. His fluffy premature-grey eyebrows lift nearly to his hairline as he chews on his lower lip. Which is also +
adorable. Fuck.
“How long have you known?”
And now it’s Daichi’s eyebrows raising. He doesn’t know how to answer that, though. What kind of response is that? A question for a question? So typical Suga. Maybe if he just stays silent long enough Suga will keep going and +
“How long have you known?”
And now it’s Daichi’s eyebrows raising. He doesn’t know how to answer that, though. What kind of response is that? A question for a question? So typical Suga. Maybe if he just stays silent long enough Suga will keep going and +
he won’t have to dig himself an even deeper hole than he’s already in.
No such luck, though. As the silence stretches, he clears his throat once, his voice stuff gruff in his embarrassment.
“How long have I known what?” +
No such luck, though. As the silence stretches, he clears his throat once, his voice stuff gruff in his embarrassment.
“How long have I known what?” +
And now Suga huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Which is so fucking cute it hurts.
“How long have you known it was fake? Me and Tooru?”
Daichi’s eyebrows might actually merge with his hair at that point. Fake? It was all.. fake? He’d been angry and annoyed and jealous +
“How long have you known it was fake? Me and Tooru?”
Daichi’s eyebrows might actually merge with his hair at that point. Fake? It was all.. fake? He’d been angry and annoyed and jealous +
for weeks over something.... /fake/??
Suga shakes his head now, a wry laugh escaping, “I guess it doesn’t matter does it? Didn’t exactly work as planned anyways.”
“What— what /was/ the plan?”
Daichi is lost, so lost. Usually he’s lost in the shifting quicksilver of Suga’s +
Suga shakes his head now, a wry laugh escaping, “I guess it doesn’t matter does it? Didn’t exactly work as planned anyways.”
“What— what /was/ the plan?”
Daichi is lost, so lost. Usually he’s lost in the shifting quicksilver of Suga’s +
gaze, or the elegant way his hands moved while telling a story. He’s not usually lost in the situation itself. He needs Suga to explain, he needs to understand. If Suga /isn’t/ actually dating Oikawa Tooru, why had he been pretending?
Who had he been pretending for? +
Who had he been pretending for? +
“Please don’t make me explain this, Daichi, it’s humiliating enough that you knew this whole time.”
Suga’s laugh isn’t the syrup-sweet monstrosity he’s been using, but it’s not the crackling-fire warmth Daichi’s used to, either. It’s dry, brittle. He hates this one even more. +
Suga’s laugh isn’t the syrup-sweet monstrosity he’s been using, but it’s not the crackling-fire warmth Daichi’s used to, either. It’s dry, brittle. He hates this one even more. +
But Daichi can’t say anything, he really /does/ need Suga to explain, so he sits. He waits. A pillar. A foundation of patience. Until Suga heaves out a breath and the words tumble out of him like the sudden release of a dam before a waterfall.
“It was a whole thing to try and +
“It was a whole thing to try and +
get your attention. It was Tooru’s idea. It was. It’s stupid. It was just supposed to help me figure out if you could. Jesus. If you could maybe be into me if I tried to make you jealous.”
Suga’s eyes drop to the floor between them at the little study table in Suga’s room. +
Suga’s eyes drop to the floor between them at the little study table in Suga’s room. +
The last bit comes out in a near-whisper. “Because I’m really into you and it kind of sucks.”
He looks up to meet Daichi’s eyes, blown completely wide in something that might be surprise... or horror. There’s a wince as he murmurs almost painfully, “Please say something.” +
He looks up to meet Daichi’s eyes, blown completely wide in something that might be surprise... or horror. There’s a wince as he murmurs almost painfully, “Please say something.” +
When Daichi finally finds the words, they’re not exactly what he meant to say, but he hasn’t said the right thing all day so why start now?
“You gorgeous idiot,” is all he manages to laugh out before he’s in the space between them, cupping the back of Suga’s neck with his +
“You gorgeous idiot,” is all he manages to laugh out before he’s in the space between them, cupping the back of Suga’s neck with his +
warm hand as his breath ghosts over delicate charcoal eyelashes.
Thankfully, Suga is ever quicker on the update than he is. Those starshine eyes brighten as they meet his gaze, an understanding smile nearly splitting his perfect face in half. He tips his head up, moving to +
Thankfully, Suga is ever quicker on the update than he is. Those starshine eyes brighten as they meet his gaze, an understanding smile nearly splitting his perfect face in half. He tips his head up, moving to +
rid them of the infinitesimal amount of space between them. Daichi holds his hair, keeps him still as he laughs again.
“C’mon, Suga, you really think I’d kiss a guy with a boyfriend? You think so poorly of me?”
He leans back with a grin, wide and carefree, as Suga squawks, +
“C’mon, Suga, you really think I’d kiss a guy with a boyfriend? You think so poorly of me?”
He leans back with a grin, wide and carefree, as Suga squawks, +
picking up his phone to tap out a familiar number frantically. Daichi laughs again, the full ridiculousness of the situation hitting him in force. He’d finally outmaneuvered his clever, calculating, beautiful vice-captain ... completely on accident.
He could never tell Suga +
He could never tell Suga +
that part, though. Well... at least right away. Daichi would cave at some point and tell him and be teased forever, but really what does it matter? Daichi would hear that husky-warm campfire laugh again finally, the one Suga did just for him. The thought warms him, even as +
Suga’s cool hand on his arm makes him shiver. He locks eyes and rumbles out, “Ask me again.” Suga tips his head to the side. So fucking cute. “Ask me again how long I’ve known.”
Suga’s smile is hesitant as he parrots the question, “How long have you known, Daichi?”
He lays +
Suga’s smile is hesitant as he parrots the question, “How long have you known, Daichi?”
He lays +
his hand on the back of Suga’s neck again, drawing him in closer as he whispers just loud enough to be heard over the sound of his heart pounding, “Just since the day I met you, Koushi.”
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I did not proofread this in any way and this thread absolutely took over and wrote itself so... as usual. Wtf am I even doing?
[someone queue up the meme of Shaggy being like ‘i blacked out and the spirit of ______ possessed my mortal body’ and make it DaiSuga]
[someone queue up the meme of Shaggy being like ‘i blacked out and the spirit of ______ possessed my mortal body’ and make it DaiSuga]
