[ A frown curls his expression visibly, and Daichi brings his free hand up to adjust his mask a little in their close proximity. Partially as something to do with himself, because of their proximity, but also just to reassure himself that it's in place. It isn't some impenetrable defense, but it's... something, at least. And it distracts him, a little, as he feels a few nerves flutter up in his gut.
The sensation is one he's been feeling for a little while now, ever since he sat down and spent some time with Yui. Talking to her always puts his head on straight, especially when it comes to more serious things. Their relationship had always been particularly interesting, but she had an outsider's viewpoint of his relationship with the rest of his team.
And, more specifically, Suga.
Having her point blank say "you're kind of in love with Sugawara, you know - for like, ages now!" had been a punch in the face on his end of things.
The only reason he hasn't said anything is because he's still reeling, but also, what the hell does he say, and how does he say it in a way that won't ruin what they already have? ]
You're not burning up anymore. [ Daichi's suspicious of that heat radiating off him, though. ] So I think we can say you're in the clear.
[ the sound of daichi's voice nearly makes suga sit up and open his eyes again, but... something makes him linger. maybe it's just because... it's nice, being this close. daichi's skin is cool against his own, and his voice is pitched soft and low thanks to their close proximity. suga's not self-deluded enough to think it actually means anything -- he's been friends with daichi long enough to know that this is just how he is, honest and open and endearingly straight-forward.
if daichi did feel that way towards him, then suga thinks he'd probably know? they've been friends long enough for him to be able to tell, right? ]
Thanks to you. [ teasing, the smile audible in his voice. ] I never would have pulled through without your stellar bedside manner.
[ The closeness is... reassuring, almost. Suga's always just had this way about him that's comforted Daichi, deep down, even if he's a little bit of a bully with that iron fist of his. It's always for the best, though, and it's not as if it actually hurts. Rather, it's just one of the things he really like about Suga. He's encouraging in just the right way, whether it's literally tough love or a gentle touch, and he's just so hardworking and genuine, and...
Oh boy. being demisexual is hard and no one understands
Daichi, slowly, pulls back from where their foreheads are pressed together, brushing his knuckles against one of his heated cheeks. He'd play the excuse of checking to make sure it's not part of his fever, but it honestly isn't. It's just an excuse to touch him more. Like he's testing these feelings of his. ]
Well, you've been mostly asleep when you haven't been hacking your lungs out, so it's not like I've had to do much.
[ suga's eyes flutter open slowly as daichi pulls back a little, instinctively trying to focus on his captain's face. the close proximity makes the edges of the picture blurry; it's impossible to get a clear picture of daichi's expression like this, to read his mind the way that suga is used to being able to.
... and admittedly, that skill would be nice, when the way that daichi slides his knuckles over suga's cheek makes his heart flutter in his chest. he's used to shrugging off easy and platonic touches as nothing, used to refusing to let his mind wander down the pathway of wondering if it could mean something more, but... it's also hard to deny that this feels... different, somehow. more intimate than one friend taking care of another.
then again, he's practical enough to admit that all of this might just be the fever talking. ]
No use downplaying it, Dai~chi. [ and even though he sounds exhausted and hoarse, it's equally obvious that he's amused. ] I'm holding you personally responsible for saving my life.
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The sensation is one he's been feeling for a little while now, ever since he sat down and spent some time with Yui. Talking to her always puts his head on straight, especially when it comes to more serious things. Their relationship had always been particularly interesting, but she had an outsider's viewpoint of his relationship with the rest of his team.
And, more specifically, Suga.
Having her point blank say "you're kind of in love with Sugawara, you know - for like, ages now!" had been a punch in the face on his end of things.
The only reason he hasn't said anything is because he's still reeling, but also, what the hell does he say, and how does he say it in a way that won't ruin what they already have? ]
You're not burning up anymore. [ Daichi's suspicious of that heat radiating off him, though. ] So I think we can say you're in the clear.
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if daichi did feel that way towards him, then suga thinks he'd probably know? they've been friends long enough for him to be able to tell, right? ]
Thanks to you. [ teasing, the smile audible in his voice. ] I never would have pulled through without your stellar bedside manner.
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Oh boy.
being demisexual is hard and no one understandsDaichi, slowly, pulls back from where their foreheads are pressed together, brushing his knuckles against one of his heated cheeks. He'd play the excuse of checking to make sure it's not part of his fever, but it honestly isn't. It's just an excuse to touch him more. Like he's testing these feelings of his. ]
Well, you've been mostly asleep when you haven't been hacking your lungs out, so it's not like I've had to do much.
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... and admittedly, that skill would be nice, when the way that daichi slides his knuckles over suga's cheek makes his heart flutter in his chest. he's used to shrugging off easy and platonic touches as nothing, used to refusing to let his mind wander down the pathway of wondering if it could mean something more, but... it's also hard to deny that this feels... different, somehow. more intimate than one friend taking care of another.
then again, he's practical enough to admit that all of this might just be the fever talking. ]
No use downplaying it, Dai~chi. [ and even though he sounds exhausted and hoarse, it's equally obvious that he's amused. ] I'm holding you personally responsible for saving my life.