[ 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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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.