Chapter Text
Give Me Love
Sawamura Daichi and Koushi Sugawara
Chapter One
4:57 AM
The autumn wind was cool on Suga’s skin, the breeze finding its way into his t- shirt. He blew out a puff of air. The smell of nicotine wafted around him in a cloud.
Did his parents care that he smoked? Probably not.
Were they ever home to know that he did? No.
The only person who could care, or even suspect, would be him, yet, he didn’t.
He felt a warmth encircle him from behind.
“Hey, sexy.”
It had been dark at the club when the stranger kissed him, and Suga admits that drinking a few shots had also not been a good idea. How they had ended up in Suga’s house was way beyond him now.
“Hey,” Suga felt himself being pulled around and pressed against the railing.
“You know, as young as you are, smoking’s only going to ruin you,” hot wet kisses are trailed down his neck.
“I know,” he replied, once again breathing in a disgusting lungful of smoke. He didn’t even know why he did this to himself. Maybe this addiction was a way of trying to get over his addiction of him.
The man kissed him then, with fervor, but Suga could only feel guilt, no passion in his kisses. Here he was with a perfect guy, one that most people would kill for, handsome and rich; yet, Suga couldn’t have him.
He had only a second to glance at the clock. Oh well, another round wouldn’t take too long anyways. He was picked up and shoved against the wall, his legs spreading over the man’s waist.
XXX
9:44 AM
“Suga!” it was Asahi. He watched as the taller boy ran to him, with a dazzling smile on his face.
“Hey, Asahi,” Suga returned the smile with an even brighter one.
Asahi straightened and bent down to catch his breath.
“Daichi wants to us to meet him on the roof during lunch,” he announced a moment later.
Suga’s heart lurched at the name, but he merely smiled. He could- no, would- control his body.
“Sure, no prob! You know, you didn’t have to run to tell me, we have phones for a reason,” Suga pointed out with a chuckle as Asahi turned bright red.
“Oh! Did Hinata tell you?” Asahi suddenly seemed excited.
“About what?”
Suga pressed the button on the vending machine for peach juice, and he watched the cartoon tumble down the machine to the opening at the bottom.
“His parents invited the team to dinner this Saturday!” Asahi whooped and a few third year passerby’s glanced at him with odd expressions. Suga stabbed the straw into the box and took a tentative sip. “For barbeque!”
Suga’s eyes widened, as he barely refrained from spitting out his juice. “Barbeque?!”
It was unusual to see two usually calm seniors jumping and doing a funny jig, but that’s exactly what everyone saw of Suga and Asahi.
XXX
11:23 AM
As fourth period class was ending, Suga felt an odd burning sensation in his chest.
Heartburn? How? He didn’t even eat too much for breakfast, only an apple, actually.
He clutched his stomach as a sudden wave of nausea passed over him.
A shock of pain ran up his backside. What the? It can’t be… He always took precaution to prepare and lube himself… could it be? Perhaps he rushed himself this morning.
Oh god, practice is SO going to suck.
He groaned softly and rested his head in the crook of his arm, his free hand clutching to his school uniform.
He felt a soft tap on his shoulder as he found Kiyoko giving him a worried look, her eyebrows creased.
He decided to shoot her one of his signature smiles.
Hopefully she took it as an I’m totally fine, don’t worry look and not a my body’s killing me because I insist on being laid every night by strangers look.
She must have taken it as the first look, because her shoulders relaxed slightly and turned back to the lecture.
XXX
12:27 PM
Suga smiled as the ever blowing wind released its full power on them on the rooftop.
He sat back, eating a pineapple pastry, or at least, pretending to eat it so Daichi wouldn’t be worried.
The raven and Asahi, meanwhile, were discussing a new volleyball “theory” that Noya had conjured up during last night’s practice.
“I refuse to use ‘charred enemies’ as the name! Of course Noya would choose something as random as that,” Daichi was pressing as Asahi burst out laughing.
Suga took that moment to wince at the growing pain of his back and waist, and, of course, because the fates loved him so much, they made Daichi turn to him that exact second.
He watched as Daichi faltered on his words, torn between asking him the trailed sentence or asking him if he was alright.
Suga really knew him too well.
“Suga, what do you think? Should we use the name?” Daichi asked, rather obvious he was trying to cover something. He also sent a glare at him that meant all too well: I’ll talk to you later, and I don't want to hear you're fine!
“You know what? I totally agree with you! We should definitely use something different,” Suga said with a mock stern face before saying, “How about ROLLING THUNDER??!!”
Daichi face palmed as Asahi fell to the concrete, holding his stomach, laughing.
Suga laughed as well, slamming his palm onto the floor, trying to feel some sympathy for Daichi’s part, but to no avail.
“Why am I still your guys’ friend?” Daichi managed, weakly.
Suga and Asahi shared mirror Cheshire cat grins before they leaped onto him, hugging and shouting, “CAUSE YOU LOOOVE US!”
Suga tried to cover up his tears of bitterness as tears of laughter.
XXX
3:30 PM
The end of seventh period drove the wave of students rushing to the front gates.
The winter was just around the corner, and students had begun to dress warmer with fleece socks and thermal jackets.
Suga was beginning to feel a chill as he left his homeroom class.
He hoped the others brought warmer jackets, since most of them walked home after practice.
He also hoped the others had started planning on buying Yamaguchi a birthday present; after all, there was only a couple days left. He had already bought him a wrist wrap, since he heard Yamaguchi complaining of wrist pain a few weeks ago.
He shivered as he walked to the gym, his knees suddenly weak, and palms sweaty.
He had to take some medicine when he got home; his back was seriously killing him.
Out of nowhere, a large jacket landed on his head, engulfing him in a scent of musk and mint.
“Wha-?” he began.
“Drop it, you’re shivering, I… I can’t have an important player getting sick before a match,” Daichi’s body heat was intense, next to Suga’s cold frame.
Suga’s hands took a side of the jacket, pulling it closer onto him. He could literally get drunk on this scent.
Daichi’s eyes were piercing as he scanned his eyes over Suga’s body, as if that would help him pinpoint the source of his pain.
Suga tried to walk normally, knees quivering with the effort. Finally, Daichi gave up.
“Tell me where it hurts, Suga,” he asked, quietly, almost pleadingly.
Suga glanced at him, watching as Daichi’s hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, a nervous habit that Suga knew all too well.
A light snow was beginning to fall, and Suga shivered.
“It’s nothing, I must have hit a nerve or something this morning,” he looked down, not wanting to face Daichi’s eyes.
“Koushi.” Suga stopped walking, stopped breathing.
Daichi was concerned, worried even, but Suga couldn’t tell him, or everything they had built up for years would come crashing down.
“Daichi, please, it’s nothing, don’t worry about me,” Suga muttered.
Daichi sighed, and then stepped in front of him, using a finger to lift up Suga’s head. Suga had no choice but to look at him.
“How can I not worry about you?” Daichi’s voice was odd, his expression tender. “You’re my closest friend, Koushi.”
Suga’s heartbeat was pounding, as his face flushed. He looked up at Daichi under long eyelashes dusted with snow. He opened his mouth to—
“Oi! What are you guys doing? Get off the middle of the road!” Tanaka shoved them aside. Noya and Asahi eyed them with confused, yet knowing, expressions.
Oh shit, how awkward it must be to see their captain holding Suga’s face under a snowy sky.
He didn’t have long to dwell on it, however, because a moment later, Suga felt a sting, as Tanaka elbowed him in the side.
He fell, not surprisingly, onto Daichi, who held onto him tightly.
“Tanaka!” Daichi barked at the second year. “Don’t shove your teammates around, especially if he’s a captain!”
Most people would have been intimidated by Daichi, but Tanaka only laughed and replied with, “OHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! My bad, I forgot how precious Suga- san was to you!”
The trio burst out laughing and Daichi, blushing, shoved them all into the gym.
XXX
5:47 PM
“Kageyama! We need a setter who doesn’t miscalculate! Switch with Suga until you can get that into your head!” Ukai yelled from the sidelines.
Kageyama’s fists clenched as he nodded and trudged towards Suga, who was standing off the court.
He patted Kageyama on the back and whispered a few praises before he stepped into position to play.
Shocks of pain coursed through his body, but he passed it off with a smile and encouragement to his team.
Tanaka served and was blocked by Tsukishima, who hit it directly at Yamaguchi.
Yamaguchi passed it to Suga, who threw the ball up to Hinata.
“Hinata!” he called.
“Yeah!” Hinata hit the ball over and down. Tsukishima missed by a millimeter.
They scored.
Suga turned his back and winced, hoping to any deity that none of his teammates caught it.
Daichi better not have. Suga swore, if Daichi ever saw him show weakness again, he’d so—
He was subconsciously aware of a voice calling out his name, before everything went black, his ears buzzing.
XXX
6:03 PM
There was a wet cloth dabbing at his forehead and neck, and soft hands on his cheek.
“…ey…oming… aroun…!” the person was shifting, and Suga resisted the urge to whine.
“…san…uga-san… Suga-san!” Hinata’s voice……
Suga opened his eyes.
He had his head on Asahi’s lap, the team coming over to make a circle around them.
“Hey! Make room, he needs to breath!” Ukai said, pushing them all a foot back.
Suga pushed himself up, only to cry out in agony, his brows scrunching, and eyes closing.
Noya rushed forward, half sobbing.
“I’m sorry, Suga-san! I didn’t mean to hit you on the head, I’m so sorry! Are you hurting? Do you need anything? I’m so so sorry!” he gushed, tears building up in his large brown eyes.
Suga managed a soft chuckle, and he laid a hand on Noya’s head.
“No, it’s alright, Noya, don’t fret. Just a little pain,” Suga tried to bluff by getting up. He dug his nails into his palms to drown out the back pains. “We should continue with the game.”
Daichi stepped forward and shook his head.
“Suga, just stay put. There’s no way I’m going to let you play in that condition,” he said, and Suga’s heart sunk.
It must have showed on his face because a moment later, Daichi hurriedly said, “Besides, there’s only like half an hour of practice left. You can join in tomorrow, when you feel better.”
Suga looked down and nodded. He heard Hinata, Tanaka, and Asahi telling him it was entirely all right and for him to not stress about one practice.
XXX
6:42 PM
They finished changing and just as Yamaguchi and Tsukishima opened the double doors to take their leave, a deafening crash of thunder sounded, taking them all off guard.
Asahi let out a small shriek that sent the two second years sprawled on the floors, giggling.
Ennoshita peeked outside, only to have snow flying into the glossed floor.
“Flash blizzard?” Kageyama asked from the changing room, emerging a second later, dressed in a warm winter coat.
Somebody dressed well, Suga thought, still wrapped in Daichi’s larger maroon jacket.
He watched as Kageyama walked over to Hinata and opened his coat for Hinata to crawl into.
Suga had to smile, they really were too cute.
“Yeah, flash blizzard,” Noya looked a bit depressed.
“Aw, man! How am I gonna get home?” They heard Hinata sink to the gym floor, pulling Tobio with him.
As Suga peered out the windows again, Daichi pressed away on his phone, attempting to call someone.
A moment later, Daichi put down his phone.
“It’s no use,” he said with a defeated sigh.
“What isn’t?” Kiyoko asked, releasing her hair from her pony tail.
Tanaka and Noya busied themselves taking pictures of her.
“The lines are all down, so there’s no connection what-so-ever. Don’t be expecting any calls,” Daichi frowned. “How are we going to get you guys home? Your parents are going to worry.”
Suga refrained from snorting.
As if his parents would realize that he was gone, they’d probably not even notice if he was gone for a week.
On the other hand, Tanaka, Hinata, and Yamaguchi all groaned in unison.
Lucky them, Suga had to admit, he was kind of jealous of their families.
Ukai, meanwhile, silently brought out a box of steamed pork buns.
The smell was what caught the boys’ attention.
Suga could literally see their eyes widen and mouths water. They all lunged at Ukai.
“Sensei! Thank you for the food!” they cried in chorus.
Takeda laughed as the boys dug into the pork buns. “It was Daichi’s idea, actually.”
Suga sat down, a bit further than normal, and took out a textbook to study.
Better to read than to do nothing, right?
A round white thing obscured his vision.
He focused in on it and realized that it was a pork bun.
He looked up.
Daichi was squatting next to him, a wide smile on his face.
Suga had to remember how to breathe normally.
He knew that smile; it was the one that Daichi reserved for him, and only for Suga alone.
“You should eat something, we might be stuck in here for a while,” he said.
Suga hesitated, but accepted the bun, and gingerly took a small bite.
The pork was still hot, but cool enough to eat.
Of course, as always, it was delicious, after all, Daichi always cooked for himself. Combine that with Ukai’s culinary talent and kitchen masterpieces were just waiting to be made.
Daichi sat next to him and they watched the others eat furiously.