Daichi is smiling as he walks out of the pharmacy with the bottle of painkillers rattling in the plastic bag.
He tears out a small piece of paper from one of his notebooks, so he can write, Next time, pay me back!, onto it. Not that it really matters, anyway. He's the one who uses the painkillers the most, and he knows that it would probably be easier for both of them if he just kept the bottle with him, instead of sneaking it into Suga's locker the way he does every single time.
There's no fun in that, though.
He'd rather do it like this, walking to Suga's locker and opening it, sticking the plastic bag at the bottom, with the note sitting neatly on top. He knows that Suga will find it later and add it to the box he always carries around with him. It's meant to be a general kit to use for the team, but it doesn't miss Daichi's notice that he's the one who usually ends up needing it the most. From the painkillers, usually for when Daichi has a headache from dealing with the rest of the team, to the cough drops, used when Daichi spends too much time yelling at the team, to the tape, or even the odd packet of instant ramen that gets shoved in his face during exam weeks, Daichi can't help but secretly think of it as some sort of Daichi Care Kit, even if it's too embarrassing for him to actually mention it to Suga.
His favourite thing about all of it, though, isn't even the fact that Suga has come to carrying around a box of things that he can pull out whenever Daichi needs. It's the way he does it; the way he can look at Daichi and immediately know what's wrong, and what needs to be done to fix it.
It's the way that Suga walks over to him with a knowing look in his eyes, the way he always asks, but makes it sound like he's just confirming what he already knows is wrong. It's the way he reaches into his box and finds the right thing, pressing it into Daichi's hand with a gentle kiss to the forehead.
He knows that it's just a placebo effect, but every single time it happens, Daichi can't help but feel better from the moment Suga is there, content in the knowledge that someone cares about him enough to take care of him.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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Daichi is smiling as he walks out of the pharmacy with the bottle of painkillers rattling in the plastic bag.
He tears out a small piece of paper from one of his notebooks, so he can write, Next time, pay me back!, onto it. Not that it really matters, anyway. He's the one who uses the painkillers the most, and he knows that it would probably be easier for both of them if he just kept the bottle with him, instead of sneaking it into Suga's locker the way he does every single time.
There's no fun in that, though.
He'd rather do it like this, walking to Suga's locker and opening it, sticking the plastic bag at the bottom, with the note sitting neatly on top. He knows that Suga will find it later and add it to the box he always carries around with him. It's meant to be a general kit to use for the team, but it doesn't miss Daichi's notice that he's the one who usually ends up needing it the most. From the painkillers, usually for when Daichi has a headache from dealing with the rest of the team, to the cough drops, used when Daichi spends too much time yelling at the team, to the tape, or even the odd packet of instant ramen that gets shoved in his face during exam weeks, Daichi can't help but secretly think of it as some sort of Daichi Care Kit, even if it's too embarrassing for him to actually mention it to Suga.
His favourite thing about all of it, though, isn't even the fact that Suga has come to carrying around a box of things that he can pull out whenever Daichi needs. It's the way he does it; the way he can look at Daichi and immediately know what's wrong, and what needs to be done to fix it.
It's the way that Suga walks over to him with a knowing look in his eyes, the way he always asks, but makes it sound like he's just confirming what he already knows is wrong. It's the way he reaches into his box and finds the right thing, pressing it into Daichi's hand with a gentle kiss to the forehead.
He knows that it's just a placebo effect, but every single time it happens, Daichi can't help but feel better from the moment Suga is there, content in the knowledge that someone cares about him enough to take care of him.