Tag: koushi

Okay look, this really isn’t fair. Daichi’s just a man and he can only take so much, the line has to be drawn somewhere and if it has to be drawn along the soft curve of Suga’s lips, then so be it. 

Who even caused this? Oh, right. Hinata. Daichi kind of understands him to some degree – it’s the peak of summer, and the entire team is melting away in the flaring heat of the gym. Even when training ends and everyone slowly changes from one pair of shorts into a more casual one, the sun is still burning down on their faces as they exit the gym. And then Hinata says “ice cream”, and before Daichi can help it, everyone’s dragging him to a small shop in the busier part of town and he’s a few hunded yen poorer. 

It’s worth seeing Suga’s eyes light up, though. It’s also worth watching him excitedly choose lemon and almond for his ice cream cone, patiently waiting as the last in line just behind Daichi, all to calm Hinata’s enthusiastic bouncing and shut up Kageyama who keeps rambling about more practice and better tosses by getting them their ice cream as fast as possible. Everything’s well. Except.

Daichi hasn’t signed up for Suga eating ice cream as if he’s… kissing someone. Asahi, who’s far too aware of Daichi’s crush, is at least enough of a friend to shoot him a pitiful glance before shooing the team forward, giving Daichi and Suga some time to relax as they follow behind the group. 

“Daichi.” 

What? Oh. Suga’s called his name. Daichi looks at him, blinking. “Y-yes?” It’s really hard to focus when Suga smiles like that, his eyes warm and squinting against the setting sun, mouth a bit white-shining from the rests of melted ice cream. Daichi stares. It’s been so easy to fall hopelessly for him-

“Your ice cream is dripping.”

And before Daichi can react, Suga leans in and licks a drop of strawberry off his ice cream cone. Daichi feels his face grow hot. “I didn’t – uhm. S-sorry.” But Suga just laughs. “Why are you apologising? It’s your ice cream, not mine. Don’t let it go to waste, though.” He goes back to his own cone, leaving Daichi to stare down at his ice cream. 

When he tastes the strawberry in his mouth, licking along the cold cream that’s rapidly melting away, Daichi can only think: an indirect kiss. 

And then, he thinks: Tomorrow, I’ll make it a real one.

Easy like that. – daisuga.

“Wanna be my friend?” 

It’s Daichi’s first day of high school and he’s so nervous that he feels like throwing up, but then a soft voice asks that question. Daichi turns around, confused, and sees a boy standing next to him. It’s the welcoming ceremony and they should be quiet. But the boy smiles at him, his eyes spark, and Daichi finds himself nodding. “Okay. I’m Daichi.”

“I’m Suga!” The boy says, and it’s easy like that. 

“Wanna be my teammate?”

It’s one week into high school and Daichi wants to choose a club, but Suga is faster with his question and then it’s not really a choice anymore. “Okay,” Daichi says, “what kind of teammate?” Volleyball, it turns out, can hurt, and Daichi’s arms are blue after a week of training. But he’s never felt so happy and alive and like part of a new family, and Suga’s there, and they walk home together. So that’s nice, and it’s easy like that.

“Wanna write each other letters?” 

He’s always too slow to ask first. The graduation speech of Daichi has driven tears down Asahi’s cheeks, and Suga’s crying, too, but for other reasons. He hugs Daichi so tightly that he feels like drowning, and Suga smells like flowers and oh why does he have to let go? “Okay. Every day. And we’ll phone, and there’s skype,” Daichi says and, when nobody’s looking and Asahi helps by blocking the view, Daichi cradles Suga’s cheeks and kisses him until he starts to sob and nod, wild, grabbing Daichi’s suit. 

It’s not always easy like that. Two colleges, nights on skype, a fight that is followed by two weeks of silence. Daichi, taking a train to Suga’s uni and showing up in his dorm at 3 a.m. with tear-stained cheeks and flowers stolen from someone’s garden. Suga, calling him an idiot and letting him in, always letting him in and close and back into the arms Daichi has always loved.

In the end, Daichi manages to be faster with just one question.

“Wanna be something more than just boyfriends?”

When the ring fits onto Suga’s finger, it’s easy like that, and forever will be.