laography | all i do is win, win, win no matter what

[ Even these days, after everything that's happened, there are still people that think people from other houses can't be friends with one another. But Daichi sees the cross-house friendships everywhere, constantly, to the point that sometimes you'll get to watch one person walk out of a completely different house in the morning after staying the night. Do the professors even care? He has no idea, but, really, he can't even begin to care about it.

Especially since he frequently has his own guest in the Gryffindor rooms. One that he would very much like to keep. But that's for him to know, and no one else.

He's bent over his Charms work, trying to focus on what he's writing despite the fact that it's four in the morning and Suga is sitting right across from him. It's fairly easy for him to get distracted when Suga is around, although they at least have the ability to keep each other on task when they need to get work done. But just looking up at him tends to take his attention for a little while, makes him want to sit there and watch him.

Someone probably has something to say about a Gryffindor being so ridiculous smitten with a Slytherin, but he doesn't really care. So what, it's a thing. No one should blame him, and he doubts anyone even can, because Suga is brilliant and kind. The best person he's ever known. He's probably also the best Charms tutor that Daichi could ask for, so there's that.

He startles a little from his scrollwork and his drifting thoughts about the boy across from him when hands come into his line of sight, but then he yawns, too. His jaw cracks and he sets his quill down so that he can stretch his arms straight above him, popping his shoulders and back. ]

Yeah. [ His hands drop down, and he sleepily threads his fingers with Suga's, not even thinking as he does it. ] Bed.

[ honestly, if suga could go the rest of his life without ever looking at a potions textbook again, he'd be happy. he wants to teach charms here at hogwarts (and maybe help coach quidditch), but become a professor requires an exorbitant amount of excellent NEWT scores so here he is. at least he gets to study with daichi, though, which really makes the whole process a lot better. it's been like this for weeks, though this is the first all nighter, and suga's finding the idea of bed much, much more appealing than his polyjuice potion right now. besides, he has to let the dumb thing brew for six hours, so taking a catnap before his 8 AM class will be perfect.

suga is distracted by these thoughts. that much is clear. if he'd realized that daichi had just reached out to hold his hand, he'd probably be turning scarlet red. but at the moment, it just feels completely and utterly natural, and suga just yawns again and nods, giving the hand in his a squeeze as he tilts it from left to right, a slow, lazy movement. ] Do you mind if I stay here?

[ again: not the first time. he's so tired he just wants to get in bed and sleep forever, and the slytherin dorms are way, way far off from gryffindor tower. once he gets an affirmative, suga pushes himself up to his feet and toes off his socks, only letting go of daichi's hand to shuffle over to his trunk and pick out one of his big quidditch national shirts to pull over his head. suga's completely comfortable with just about everything when it comes to daichi, and he tosses his shirt and trousers down in a pile on the trunk, having discarded his tie a couple hours beforehand. from there, it's easy enough to shuffle back over to the bed, rubbing at his eyes and yawning. ] Thanks...

[ thanks for the shirt, for the bed, the studying, who knows? suga just feels like he's going through the motions at this point, and he offers daichi a warm, sleepy smile as he goes to sit on the bed. ]

[ Rather than respond outright, Daichi just lets out an affirmative noise, rocking their hands back and forth without much thought as he looks down from Suga and at his scrollwork. He hates Charms so much, and he's good enough at Potions that he can help Suga get high marks for his NEWT scores, but he still hasn't figured out, exactly, what he's aiming to do personally. He's had a few mental breakdowns about it, though he's been talked down every time by the very boy sitting across from him.

If anyone can help him figure it out, it's Suga.

Just not at 4 AM.

Hand slipping away, he lets Suga wander off to where his bed sits. He's got some charmwork he needs to practice in the morning, but right now he just rolls up the parchment and sets it aside in the event that the polyjuice potion runs or explodes. Looking at it, though, instead of back at the half-nude figure behind him, he figures that it's going to be fine. It's brewed nicely.

That in mind, he gets up to move over to his trunk, stripping off his uniform as he goes along so that he can dump it all right inside. He stands there in his boxer briefs, debating, before he finds one of his other Quidditch National shirts to pull over his head. It's only then that he gives Suga his full focus again, and it's with his own warm, sleepy smile. ]

'course. [ Before he goes around to the other side of the bed to climb in, he leans down, hand settled on Suga's shoulder as he presses a mindless kiss to his temple. ]

[ if you ask suga, he thinks that daichi's going to get recruited by one of the club level quidditch teams. daichi is so good, the kind of chaser that anyone would dream to have on their team--he's well rounded and provides an incredible defense for an otherwise offensive based team. suga loves watching him play, can pretty much always be found yelling his head off in the stands when gryffindor plays hufflepuff or ravenclaw. there's a poetry to daichi's playing style that suga will never manage, and he knows his time playing this year will be up as soon as the quidditch house cup comes and goes this year. it'd be nice to win. his teammates--kageyama, hinata, oikawa, all of them--they will have futures playing, but suga won't. so he's happy to give daichi that pep talk, assure him that everyone will love him as soon as the scouts show up to their next game, and solidify it all with a (mostly loving) punch to the gut to tell him to stop being an idiot.

it's certainly painfully obvious that suga admires daichi. he does his best to be subtle about everything else, but he thinks he might be allowed to do that.

here in the four am quiet, there's nothing about finals or quidditch or future careers. at the moment, it's just daichi standing there with a warm sleepy smile on his face, daichi who'd been half naked (which suga did note with a muted, tired interest) and all suga can do is smile at him and duck his head when his lips brush his temple. suga yawns, once, big and loud, and swings his legs around to curl up under the covers, making plenty of room for daichi.

though, admittedly, he'll probably end up rolling over into his arms before the night's over, but. it's fine. tugging the red comforter up to his chin, suga gets comfortable as he gazes up at his friend, brown eyes nothing short of absolutely adoring. ] 'Night, babe.

[ he mumbles it, already halfway to asleep, and smiles, all teeth. in the morning, suga's going to freak out about this something fierce. ]

[ Once they graduate, Daichi knows one thing for sure: he's going to take Suga somewhere. He doesn't know where, exactly, but he's going to take him somewhere. Probably to all of the Quidditch Cups - or at least the ones in this hemisphere, like the World Cup, the European Cup, the League Cup, the French League. It feels like the right thing to do, with the years of friendship behind them and the fact that Suga has been there every step of the way. Sure, they're on opposing teams, but that doesn't mean anything in the long run. Rivals can be just as encouraging as teammates, look at Kageyama and Hinata.

Usually you aren't sleeping with the enemy in that case, but, again. Look at Kageyama and Hinata. (They can deny it all they want, but everyone knows they at least share beds just as often as he and Suga do.)

And, anyways, if he gives Suga the summer vacation of a lifetime, it'll make up for the chance that they might not have time to see each other at first, when it ends. After all, Suga will make a perfect professor, and an amazing coach, no matter where Daichi winds up at. He'll miss him, more than he can say, and he'll miss nights like this.

When he pulls away, he laughs softly at the big yawn before he climbs into the space that's been left open for him. And all he can do for a minute is just look at Suga, bask in that bright smile, before he moves in closer to him, a hand set on the perfect curve of his wide hips.

He rubs his cheek against the top of Suga's pale hair, getting comfortable there as he murmurs back with a crooked little smile on his face: ] Night, Kouishi.

[ suga dozes off with a smile on his face--he ends up snuggling a little closer into daichi's chest throughout the night, but he's mostly a calm sleeper. in fact, when his alarm goes off around seven for class, suga feels incredibly warm and comfortable, so much so that he reaches over to turn it off and considers snoozing in for another two minutes. as he shifts around, he realizes he's lying on daichi's chest, and suga turns pink at the ears and shifts back a little bit, pushing himself up to stare at daichi with a little smile on his face. sure, he's absolutely exhausted, but suga absently tries to remember everything that happened the night before, rifles mentally through his notes and the potion he brewed and

("night, babe." "night, koushi.")

suddenly, he lets out an-- ] Ah! [ noise and slaps both of his hands over his mouth, pinkening like someone scribbled a crayon over his cheeks, because he said that to daichi last night. he held daichi's hand last night. daichi kissed his forehead last night. what? what???

heart thumping in his chest as he stares at the space that he was just left, suga pretty much immediately starts over thinking things. what could that even mean? did he just--inadvertently confess his feelings to daichi last night?? did daichi return them?

maybe he can just sneak out. yeah. untangling himself from daichi is an effort, and suga tries as gingerly as possible to move without waking daichi, but... ]

[ Come the morning, Daichi has his arm hooked around Suga and his cheek still pressed into the downy softness of his hair. He's so comfortable that he doesn't want to move when the alarm starts going off, and he winds up tucking his face into his hair just so he can try to hide away from it. It's only been about three hours, but he knows that he'll have to leave about fifteen minutes after Suga for his own class, so he knows he has to get up. It might as well be when Suga leaves, so he can see him off and get some actual spellwork in before he has to head to class.

His grip relaxes when Suga pushes himself up, but he's not gone anywhere yet so he doesn't have any reason to latch onto him. (What a weird thought.) So he can just lay there, half-dozing as he tries to think of what all he has to do while barely conscious.

The little exclamation from Suga rouses him further, but not enough to open his eyes. Exhaustion weighs too heavily on him for him to really register anything strange right now, not when he's dwelling on how pleasant it is to go to sleep with and wake up to Koushi. (Koushi...)

That's when Daichi blinks open his eyes, as Suga tries to extract himself from his hold. Instead of commenting right away, he hooks his arm more securely around him, pulling him closer as he tries to internalize his own freakout as he remembers exactly how they went to bed together last night. ]

You're freaking out. [ Voice thick from sleep, he blinks tiredly at him but lets his eyes flit across his face. ]

I'm fuh--- [ how are you not freaking out is what he attempts to vocalize, but it doesn't really come out. suga gets cut off as he gets hooked in closer, cheek mushed up against daichi's chest like it had been while he was asleep, and suga literally feels his entire face flood with color as daichi looks at him because, oh, no. that was basically a confession, right? he's not crazy! they were acting like a married couple yesterday, dumb mom and dad jokes from their classmates aside! suga called him babe, and while, yes, daichi is absolutely a babe and should therefore be called one, the person who should call him that is probably not suga! does he even like suga? does he even like guys? and, yes, okay, suga's freaking out a little.

but daichi isn't, which is why suga ends up panicking and punching him in the gut. it's not hard, but it's one of his tough love mechanisms that seems to make an appearance when he's a little freaked out (or when his teammates need a loving push back to reality.) ] Why aren't you?!

[ rip sugawara koushi being cuddled to death by the guy he's liked for six years. six years!!! that is a completely valid reason to freak the hell out over accidentally confessing your feelings to someone! ]

I am definitely freaking out. [ Daichi he would probably believe that if you were showing visible signs of it. But he just lays there staring at him for a moment as he processes it, blush scrawled across his cheeks faintly as he considers the situation they've found themselves in. It wasn't a direct confession on either of their parts, but all the same, it was something. Something big. And he's pretty sure he doesn't want to turn around from that.

But he kissed Suga last night - not on the mouth, Jesus, but he could have - and held him as they slept, and they've been this way for six years. He can't imagine being any different than he is now. He wants to wake up to Suga for another six years, and another after that.

And that warm feeling gushes out of him, making him smile a little crookedly at him. It's hesitant around the edges, but Daichi just settles his palm into the dip of Suga's lower back. ]

But, I mean. It's... not bad? [ C'mon, Sawamura, you're better at words than this. God, he shouldn't be doing emotions when he's woken up from about three hours of sleep. ] It's definitely not bad. Unless you really want to get out of this bed for a reason that isn't class.

Oh my god. [ daichi, you are too bold. suga turns pinker if he possibly could, lifting his hands to put his face in them for a second to try and compose himself. it's kind of annoying that daichi's the cool one about this because suga is pretty much always the composed one and he is losing his mind a tiny bit. dropping his head into daichi's chest again, suga shakes his head, if only because he can't stop a grin from starting to spread across his face. it's not bad, he says. suga thinks it's the opposite of bad--he's liked daichi for so long it almost feels like he's dreaming this right now. ]

I called you babe. [ he mumbles into his hands, accompanied with a giggle that could only come from being a little delirious on a lack of sleep, and suga finally lifts his head again and peeks out from between his fingers as daichi's hand slides down to rest on his lower back, just in time to see that crooked smile. it does a lot of things to his heart, makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter crazily, and suga finally drops his hand to make one into a fist and lightly tap at daichi's chest with it, a fake punch.

(as he moves a little closer with the hand.) ] This is kind of a big deal, you do know that, right? I'm not crazy.

Yeah, you kinda did that. [ As if Daichi's heart doesn't flutter stupidly in his chest just thinking about it. Babe. It's just one word, a simple petname, but it's so much at the same time. And while most people call him by his first name, not a lot of people call Suga by his. It kind of means something to be doing that, it means more to... keep doing that.

So he takes a breath, cocking his head a little into his pillow as he watches Suga filter through the stages of freaking out. It's sort of interesting to be on this side of a freakout, the composed one, because he's kind of feeling it right now. Of course, that won't last long - and he exhales on that thought, smile still intact. ]

You're not crazy though, Koushi. [ That feels nice to say. And it makes him want to kiss him, a little, and he doesn't quite know why that is. But it's not a completely errant thought, considering he's been in love with him for years. (Something Michimiya pretty much said to him when they'd been sort of seeing each other, and something that he's been thinking about for a little while now.) ]

So - [ As Suga comes closer, he noses at his forehead, briefly, in response to the fake punch. ] We gotta figure out what it means.

Stop calling me that, oh my god. [ suga's just going to melt and die of embarrassment RIP suga. no one calls him by his first name and gives him all kinds of ridiculous butterflies and makes it really, really hard for him to continue thinking anything that isn't dumb and sappy and i really want to kiss you right now, daichi, lets forget about class. it's hard to think he might be allowed to think that now, and he scrubs at his face for a second, responding to the nose against his forehead to tip his head up and look at him.

daichi is close. he's stupidly handsome like this, even if he's tired and probably has morning breath, and neither of them have slept, and this whole situation is absurdly embarrassing and ridiculous and probably wouldn't have happened if it wasn't like that, and he puffs a little bit of a sigh, staring up at him. ] Right now, it just means that I need to get more sleep.

But... [ he pauses, raising his eyebrows, and bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. the butterflies and the nerves are going to drive him crazy in a second here, and suga needs to keep his calm and refreshing face on for as long as possible. ] ...if you want it to mean something else, I do too.

[ and have. for a long time. since you dated michimiya. before that. ]

Koushi? [ Daichi can't help the way his smile turns into a grin, to be honest, because he's a jerk like that. But Suga is adorable when he gets flustered, and usually he's the one that's embarrassing, not the other way around. So he's going to bask in it while he can, and provoke it even further at every possible opportunity. Or, at least, until Suga gets used to being called that.

But he stops for a moment when he realizes how close they are, and raises his eyebrows just a little. He could just lean in and kiss him right now, though they probably need to brush their teeth and they're both baggy eyed. But Suga looks perfect, sleep ruffled, wearing one of his oversized shirts - although, not so oversized on Daichi as it is on him - and he's pretty much gorgeous.

A soft laugh escapes him at the mention of how little sleep they've both gotten, and he brings his hand up so he can thumb at the mole underneath his eye, effectively cradling his face in one big palm. ]

Yeah, me too. [ He rests their foreheads together. ] Think I'd like that a lot.

[ suga gives him a look that's a little bit of a pout and slaps at his chest when he says his name anyway. don't you give him that, daichi sawamura, don't think for a second you are immune to his Stern Mom Gaze. but. but, feelings are mostly more important than his best friend of seven years being a punk, and suga's look fades as a hand comes up to cradle his cheek. out of instinct, suga leans over and presses his cheek into his palm, nuzzling a little as he presses his forehead to his, too.

this is really happening--suga's not dreaming it at all. he's pictured this moment a hundred times, but in the end, his friendship with daichi was worth so much more than the chance to kiss him; he never wanted to make things strange between them. he could have made this happen years ago, but he never did. it's almost funny. but, it's hard to focus on that as he reaches up to return the favor, slender fingers finding daichi's face and holding it in place as he pulls back a little to talk to him. ] Seriously? You can't just decide you like someone, you know.

[ but, his overthinking and questioning is fading a little, because the smile on his face ends up breaking a little bigger than he wanted it to, and from where he's staring, it's so, so easy to duck forward and kiss him on the mouth. ]

[ A laugh bursts out of him at the pout, and the slap, but Daichi is somewhat cowed with the patented Stern Mom Gaze. Not as much as he would be in any other situation, but still enough to sober for a moment. Because for as fun as it is for him to tease Suga, he knows this is a serious event for them, and he wants to make it know that he absolutely means this. It's a little hard to focus with how close Suga is, but he's managed it for seven years of their friendship, so.

He can manage it now, as he turns his own cheek into that pretty hand of his. Their touches have been friendly, casual, for so long now, but there's always been something more to it. This is that something more, finally on the surface, finally allowed to happen. ]

I didn't just decide it. It's always been a thing, I just - you're my best friend, the most important person to me. It's not too much of a jump to do this.

[ And he never shuts up about you, but whatever. Daichi just smiles back at him, tipping forward into the kiss and holding him there gently rather than pulling away. ]

Daichi! [ suga doesn't whine, but he definitely mushes daichi's cheeks between his fingers where he's holding them, tugging a little. ] You can't just arbitrarily decide to take a step up from friendship so casually!!

[ actually he can, and it is just going to turn suga into a blushing schoolgirl at this rate. luckily, he doesn't get much time to dwell on it, because then his mouth is very much occupied, and in a way suga had only dreamt about up until this point. his eyelids droop and his thumb ends up tracking across daichi's cheek as he closes his eyes and just. exhales. the dumb nerves and sheer terror that this morning had originally consisted of are replaced in a matter of seconds with this giddy feeling of delight that starts up in his stomach and spreads to his fingertips, until he has to break the kiss because he laughs, a little giggle of a thing, high on joy and disbelief all at once.

he just kissed daichi. they got to kiss. daichi likes him (probably.) as he ducks his head, he keeps his hand there for a second before tipping forward to bump his nose into his, gently, just once. ] You're my most important person too, you know. You always have been.

Can't I though? [ Daichi laughs as he teases, scrunching his face up when he starts mushing and tugging at his cheeks. He pinches a little with thumb and forefinger at Suga's own cheek, but then goes right back to running his thumb in gentle strokes over that stupid beauty mark under his eye.

But then he gets lost in kissing him, this easy press and brush of lips that he probably shouldn't get so easily lost in, but does. It's their first kiss, though, and he's been kind of wanting to do it for a long time. Part of him probably wanted to when he was dating Michimiya, but he can't say for sure, because he just knew the basics before she pointed out how smitten he was with Suga. Just that they were friends, the closest that one could be to their best friend.

Now, though, a smile stretches across his face, nearly splits it in two. It's his answer to the laughter, and he stays right there as Suga ducks down. It lets him look pretty stupidly at him while he waits for him to pop back up again, and as soon as he does he's nuzzling noses with him. ] So it really isn't that big of a jump, you know? Pretty sure we can do it.

[ jeez, daichi is going to give suga a heart attack one of these days. making such bold decisions like that out of the blue is entirely too much. suga's still not sure what any of this means, but his thumb on his cheek is giving him the shivers, and a second and third kiss are what takes over his head as he lets his eyes close and focuses on just. enjoying it a little bit. daichi's lips are chapped like he thought they would have been, and it's not suga's first kiss, but it's the one he thinks he wants to remember forever, just in case something has gone terribly wrong, just in case he is dreaming. he pulls away when he gets a look at daichi's smile, feels his heart do a backflip in his chest as he touches his nose.

jeez. he's got it really bad. oikawa would be laughing at him right now, probably.

(he keeps changing daichi's name in suga's contacts list to stupid things: "prince charming" "suga's dreamboat" "sugachan ask him out already or i will" for example.)

pulling away a little, suga rolls over against his chest, more or less propping himself on top of daichi to get a better look at him. they have to go to class, suga knows it, but he can't help but think maybe, maybe just once, he could skip and lay in bed with daichi for the next twelve hours. professor takeda would absolutely understand, right? "i've been in love with a guy for six years and he just kissed me, so, i'll miss charms this morning. thanks for understanding!" yeah. that sounded pretty stupid in his head.

still. suga cups daichi's cheeks again, keeping his hands there, now feeling a little more confident and less flustered than before as he settles back into his usual self. mister refreshing it is. ] That means dating, not just acting exactly the same. We're close, we're not this close. [ he's just checking ok. ]

[ Letting himself be guided onto his back so that Suga can lay on top of his chest, Daichi just looks up at him with a contemplative look. Suga has class soon, and he has his own classes to get to, but they're just... laying there, looking at each other and kissing, and he kind of doesn't want to change that. He just wants to stay there, holding him and touching him, because they both might've had relationships in the past, but this is different. This is the two of them, after what feels like years of unintentional pining, and they've got all those years to make up for.

So, sure. They can totally stay here and skip their first classes of the morning.

Sliding his hand up from Suga's waist, up along his body until he can mirror him, he slips his fingers through his soft hair, smoothing out the bedhead and finally doing what he's been wanting to do for ages. ]

So, go out with me. [ Later, he's going to lose all his bravado, so right now, in the early morning light and the quiet of the Gryffindor dormitory, he's going to take advantage of it. He's going to say these things while he still can, so that Suga knows that he's serious. ] And then we will be this close.

[ Almost to cement it, Daichi tips his head upwards, pressing his lips to his chin, up to the corner of his mouth, and then up higher to the mark beneath his eye, settling there with his nose tucked close to his temple for a moment. They don't need to go to class, right? Their exams aren't for a while, and it's not like they don't have friends who will tell them what happened. The professors will totally understand, even if they don't tell them exactly why it is they skipped class. ]

[ suga pouts just a little as daichi continues to (somehow) be smooth. ] Hmm...it kind of annoys me that Daichi's the cool one...

[ but it obviously doesn't annoy him that much, because even his tone is playful, too giddy to be anything but happy. how could he not be? daichi's mouth is soft and his hands are calloused and warm and perfect, and he's pretty sure if he died right this very second, he'd die a happy, happy man. screw class, that much is official. he wants to lay here and kiss daichi for the rest of his life, let alone a couple more hours.

suga's left a little winded by the kisses--this is a lot of kissing going on for something he's only fantasized about for the past six years--and he ends up blinking at daichi as they're happening, until a little bit of a smile crosses his face. he tips his head in a little bit and hums-- ] How close do you mean by "this close?"

[ because suga needs to get his cool points back, and also because he's teasing him, playful and sweet. ]

You can't always be the cool one, you know. [ Daichi absolutely does not sulk to himself whenever Suga embarrasses him with certain comments, all right. He doesn't. But he's going to do his best to not get embarrassed now.

Except it doesn't work at all, because Suga is Suga, and he can't help the little groan of exasperation that leaves him. He turns his head and tucks his face against the line of Suga's neck - he can do that now! - and just lays there for a minute, trying to regain his composure and keep from getting too flustered. ]

Koushi... [ He can also do that, now. For some reason, Suga's first name has always seemed off limits, like that would be crossing a line somehow. But here they are, now, and Daichi is never going to stop saying it. It's pretty much impossible. ]

I don't know, close. [ And he punctuates that with a kiss to his jaw, because he's there, and - yes, he means that close, too. Maybe right now, maybe not, but as close as they can be. If they're going to be skipping class, then they have plenty of time to figure it all out. And for that, he's glad. It's only the beginning of everything, after all. ]

[ daichi calling him by his first name is legitimately going to kill suga one of these days. it keeps embarrassing him, makes his ears pinken, because for all of the dumb nicknames that have come from his last name, he's plenty attached to being 'suga'. and he's always called daichi daichi, pretty much since their first year, and so having that same closeness applied to him is just a firm reminder of what happened here. of the fact that daichi's kissed suga, now, that his head's pressed into his neck. suga lifts his slim fingers to run them through daichi's short hair, pressing gently into his scalp as he tips his head back and laughs.

yeah, no. screw class. for once in his life, suga's not going to be responsible.

the kiss to his jaw makes him smile, and suga tips forward to press one to the top of his head. it's kind of hard to not kiss him literally everywhere, pepper him with kisses as sweet as his own namesake, but he just settles with the one for now, hiding his huge, toothy smile where daichi can't see him. ] Well, that kind of close sounds good to me, too. Just to be clear...

[ reaching down, suga picks up daichi's face again, tipping his head towards his so he can look him in the eyes, hazel on dark brown. ] Daichi, I like you. I've liked you since second year.

[ it feels really, really strange to have that off of his shoulders, and suga flushes a little, a smile quirking up the corners of his mouth. ] ...Jeez. Is it odd to feel relieved?

[ There are a lot of things he could say, that he's been thinking about for ages now, but Daichi isn't sure where to begin. Maybe with how much he's been biting back calling him Koushi for months now, maybe even longer, because he's nearly done it during their late nights and their more intimate moments of quiet. It's always felt right, that idea of calling him by his first name, no matter how apt and right Suga is on its own. After all, Suga literally is made of sugar. But he's never wanted to broach that, at the risk that it made things awkward somehow, or had Suga suspicious, in case the feelings weren't mutual.

Looking back on it, now, he's not sure why it wasn't obvious for both of them.

He can't help his smile when he feels the press of a kiss to his hair, and he resists the urge to nudge into his fingertips, but at least that option is taken from him as Suga lifts his face up to look at him. Really, he could probably stare at him all day without getting tired of it, but looking into his eyes almost makes him melt.

Especially with what he says, because, well. ] No, because Michimiya and I broke up because she told me I'd been in love with you for just as long.

[ A dark flush has obviously settled on his face, because while he might be repeating what she said, it's still the big L. And it's pretty true. ] So it's... it's good to be able to say it.

[ daichi has to go on and say something like that--something so bold and open and serious that suga stares at him with his eyes big and wide, his mouth falling open for a second. there are so many things in that statement he could start with (suga was the one who took daichi out for butterbeer after he and michimiya broke up, sneaking him out of the castle with the excuse that his owl was very sick and they needed to see a vet and carrying a covered cage out with his animagus best friend instead, or maybe the fact that michimiya knew or that daichi loved him, daichi loved him--) that suga doesn't even know where to begin. his composure breaks with a flush that immediately bursts across his pale face, and suga drops off of daichi's chest to grab a pillow, covering his face with it and holding his arms on top to hide his embarrassment. ]

Oh my god. [ he moans into it, eventually, starting there. ] Daichi, I've liked you for so long, you can't just say stuff like that out of nowhere. This is for real, right? I'm not asleep?

[ he'll just be under this pillow for a few minutes, dying of mortification and emotional overload all at once. sawamura daichi loves him. this has got to be some insane dream. he's never moving from this spot in case he has to wake up.

he's going to have to have a conversation with michimiya later. one that involves a lot of very un-suga-like whining. ] I thought you only liked girls!

[ If only he had a camera or something right next to his bed, because Daichi wants more than anything to get a picture of Suga's reaction before it's lost to the pillow. He can't really help but laugh, even with his face flushed, because he's thinking of the same thing that Suga is - he remembers shifting into his animagus form and sitting atop a pile of clothes in a covered cage so that they could head down to Hogsmeade. Part of him is certain that the professors that they had talked to knew what they were up to, but he doesn't comment. He just thinks about how they had sast there drinking butterbeer, talking all night, until they had to sneak back into the castle for a very, very long day of classes.

It hadn't been a post-breakup outing for him. It'd been a realization, and he'd spent the entire time just watching Suga, understanding that what Michimiya said was truth. He was in love with Sugawara Koushi and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

Calmly rolling onto his side, until he can peer down at where Suga is hiding himself, he slides his hand up his arm to settle on one of his hands.

And then he gently pinches the back of it. ]

It's hard to explain, but it's the truth. I think a part of me knew a lot sooner than that, but I just didn't realize it, not until I had to sit down and really think about it. [ Daichi smooths his thumb over the back of his hand to make up for pinching it. ] And what I figured out was that this felt right, and if it feels right to you, then we should do it. Especially since we're stupid and liked each other for as long as we have.

all i do is win, win, win no matter what

Precious wife tbh.

8> actual angel sugawara koushi

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