Ship: sawamura daichi / sugawara koushi Fandom: haikyuu Major tags: none Other tags: none Square: on my doorstep (in the pouring rain) Word count: 467
I love your soft daisuga card so, so much
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“Boy, this sucks,” Suga laughs ruefully, soft hair falling into his eyes as he digs through his backpack one more time for his missing keys. He can picture them perfectly on the low table of his shared dorm, exactly where he had left them this morning, but Suga has always been a man of hope, and he hopes that maybe he remembered this wrong.
Rain is falling down in sheets, silver and hazy and drenching the world into an unknowable blur all around them; but Suga’s laughter sounds like silver in the rain, too, and he’s pressed so close and warm, Daichi can’t say he minds the cold and the wet that much at all. Even if they are squeezed a little tight under the dangerously old metal awning that hangs over the front door of Suga’s dorm apartment, and Daichi can feel the back of his shirt humid and sticking uncomfortably to his skin as he tries to cover Suga as much as possible from the sudden spring downpour. There is still no telltale metal jingling of keys.
“Today is just not your day, is it,” Daichi says, voice rumbling in amusement as mischief tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You know, I’m going to forever treasure that look on your face from Psych this morning, when you plugged your laptop into the screen and everybody saw that photo of you last summer from when--”
“That was for charity,” Suga groans as he shakes his bag in frustration. His roommate was only going to be back in an hour, and they would be locked out until then. “Charity! A good cause! But I guess a monster like you would know nothing about that.”
“But you love this monster anyway.”
Daichi freezes, too slow to stop these easy words from tumbling out into the sheets of rain and the silver air and the leftover silver of Suga’s laugh; and the words hang there in the close space between them, like the echo of a small silver bell.
Suga freezes, too.
It’s their first year in university together, in this city so far from the green hills of their home, and for all the hours into the night they spend talking to each other, hearts overlapping in the soft evening, it’s not something that ever really comes up. It’s never had to be said, so easy and so difficult all at once.
“I,” Suga says. “Um,” Suga continues.
“Can’t let me win at anything today, can you,” Suga grins, poking at Daichi’s arm, jokingly, so achingly sincere, Suga’s soft laughter falling sweet and fresh like the rain in spring, and it’s everything in Daichi not to turn away blinded from the brightness that lights up Suga’s face, his smile, the press of his warm hand in his.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, B2, G
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: none
Other tags: none
Square: on my doorstep (in the pouring rain)
Word count: 467
I love your soft daisuga card so, so much
***
“Boy, this sucks,” Suga laughs ruefully, soft hair falling into his eyes as he digs through his backpack one more time for his missing keys. He can picture them perfectly on the low table of his shared dorm, exactly where he had left them this morning, but Suga has always been a man of hope, and he hopes that maybe he remembered this wrong.
Rain is falling down in sheets, silver and hazy and drenching the world into an unknowable blur all around them; but Suga’s laughter sounds like silver in the rain, too, and he’s pressed so close and warm, Daichi can’t say he minds the cold and the wet that much at all. Even if they are squeezed a little tight under the dangerously old metal awning that hangs over the front door of Suga’s dorm apartment, and Daichi can feel the back of his shirt humid and sticking uncomfortably to his skin as he tries to cover Suga as much as possible from the sudden spring downpour. There is still no telltale metal jingling of keys.
“Today is just not your day, is it,” Daichi says, voice rumbling in amusement as mischief tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You know, I’m going to forever treasure that look on your face from Psych this morning, when you plugged your laptop into the screen and everybody saw that photo of you last summer from when--”
“That was for charity,” Suga groans as he shakes his bag in frustration. His roommate was only going to be back in an hour, and they would be locked out until then. “Charity! A good cause! But I guess a monster like you would know nothing about that.”
“But you love this monster anyway.”
Daichi freezes, too slow to stop these easy words from tumbling out into the sheets of rain and the silver air and the leftover silver of Suga’s laugh; and the words hang there in the close space between them, like the echo of a small silver bell.
Suga freezes, too.
It’s their first year in university together, in this city so far from the green hills of their home, and for all the hours into the night they spend talking to each other, hearts overlapping in the soft evening, it’s not something that ever really comes up. It’s never had to be said, so easy and so difficult all at once.
“I,” Suga says. “Um,” Suga continues.
“Can’t let me win at anything today, can you,” Suga grins, poking at Daichi’s arm, jokingly, so achingly sincere, Suga’s soft laughter falling sweet and fresh like the rain in spring, and it’s everything in Daichi not to turn away blinded from the brightness that lights up Suga’s face, his smile, the press of his warm hand in his.