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Iwaizumi's Pov:
"You aren't taking my company?! But your my oldest son! You have too!" My dad shouted.
"When will you understand that I don't want that for my life?!" I shouted back, looking him dead in the eyes. "I don't want to be stuck living rhe boring life that you have lived!"
"My life is the best life you could ever live! Money, family and fame! A good company! What else could you want!?" My dad asked, visibly getting angrier.
"Look dad, I don't want to be like you! I don't want to be well-educated, brilliantly promising and then fading out into an indifferent middle age like you! I want to follow my dreams!" I shouted, standing up from my chair.
It was silent for a few seconds, until my dad threw a bag at my knees.
"That's enough money for you to do whatever you want in life. Also, I hope everything goes wrong for you. I know they will, and then you'll come crawling back. But we won't accept you again, you disgrace. You are a mistake, the worst mistake this family has ever taken. Your not my son, not anymore."
And with that, I woke up.
I sighed when I realised it had been a nightmare and I tried to get up, but I couldn't. Why? There was something holding me. I looked down and it was Suga. He had his head on my chest, and his arms around my waist, and one of his legs over me. He was sleeping peacefully, his hair all over my chest.
I felt myself get a little red as I admired how beautiful he was. He looked like an angel.
I tried my best to slowly get him off me without waking him up, and after a few minutes, I was successful. I got out of the bed, and left him sleeping. I left my room, and quietly walked to the kitchen since I'm sure Yamaguchi and Osamu are still asleep. I made some coffee and then sat down, drinking it slowly.
I looked at the clock above the kitchen entry, and it was 7:42am. It's Saturday today, so there isn't much stuff to do today. Maybe Osamu or Yamaguchi have anything in mind, or maybe Suga.
As I was thinking, someone entered the kitchen.
"Morning." A sleepy Osamu said, sitting on the stool next to me.
"Morning." I said, drinking the rest of my coffee.
"Shit, what happened last night? I don't remember anything." Osamu said, putting a hand up to his head. "Oh, my head hurts so fucking much."
I laughed and then patted Osamu's back.
"You and Yams got drunk last night. Me and Suga brought you back to my place." I said.
"Shit, really? Sorry." Osamu apologized.
"It's no problem, things like these happen." I said, standing up.
I went over to a drawer and pulled out some pills. I gave them to Osamu and he swallowed one down along with some water.
"How's Yams?" Osamu asked.
"He is still sleeping I believe." I told him, and he nodded.
It was silent for a bit, and then Osamu broke it.
"Wait, if me and Yams took the spare rooms, and Suga isn't on the sofa, where is he?" Osamu asked, raising an eyebrow.
I felt my cheeks go a bit red, and Osamu waited for an answer.
"He slept on m-my bed. With me." I said, looking around the room.
Osamu started to cheer and I felt like slapping him.
"I knew it! I knew you liked him!" Osamu shouted, just as someone entered the kitchen.
"Jeez, you're loud." A sleepy voice said.
I looked back, and it was Suga. Still wearing my clothes, hair messy, eyes barely open.
"Sorry Suga." Osamu said, frowning.
"It's alright." Suga said, smiling.
Ah, that smile. That's what has been fucking with my brain. That angelic smile that shines brighter than the sun. I bet all living things are envious of that smile. I swear his smile can make flowers grow.
"Well, I'm going to check on Yams." Osamu said, before leaving the kitchen.
A dead silence fell upon the kitchen, as Suga slowly moved to sit next to Iwaizumi at the kitchen isle.
"Thanks for the clothes and bed." He thanked, looking at me.
"It's no problem. I hope you slept well." I said, scratching the back of my neck.
"I did. Your bed is comfy." Suga said, a small blush layering his cheeks as he looked down at his lap.
A smile covered my face, and I got up. I grabbed some cereal and looked back at Suga.
"Do you like cereal? I'm too lazy to make eggs or something." I said, and Suga nodded, looking up again.
"I love cereal." Suga said, laughing a little.
I nodded and made two bowls of it, and then gave him one, along with a spoon. I then sat on my seat again and we ate the cereal in silence.
"This cereal is good, thank you." Suga said, eating more cereal.
"You sure say thank you a lot." I said, laughing.
Suga laughed too, and it made me smile.
"It's a habit I have. I say thank you for everything." He said, finishing up his cereal.
I nodded, and finished mine up too. It was silent again, something I've always hated. I don't know why, but it always bothered me. That's why I'm loud, and try to always talk, but this silence I have with Suga is...different. It doesn't make me uneasy, or uncomfortable. Quite the opposite actually. Silence with him makes me feel calm, and ok. I don't know what it is, but I like the silence when I'm with Suga. It's nice.
