silver lining┊𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚

➳〔 # 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟺 〕

The silver-haired boy sat at his desk, textbooks sprawled around sloppily. Holding a blue pen tucked in between his teeth, he stared down at one of the lessons he was to work on tonight.

Fortunately, Childhood Development wasn't a difficult subject, though it was one that made him slightly shudder. He flipped through the pages that went into potent details on the risks of childbirth and the different methods of it, and as he did, he couldn't wait to be over this chapter and move onto the next. He wanted to get in the education field after all, not the horrors of nursing.

Jotting down some notes in his sloppy yet elegant handwriting, letters that could look aesthetically pleasing if they weren't so hurriedly thrown onto the page, Suga set his pen down and leaned back in his chair, cracking his knuckles.

It had been hours since he responded to his best friend, informing him that his dad had come down with a cold. It was a small lie but to him, it was better than admitting that he had rushed out over something as petty as a nonexistent threat that his own jealousy had fabricated.

The dark-haired boy hadn't texted back and Suga knew that he was busy with his part-time job as an assistant trainer at a local gym near his dormitory.

During high school, the two of them had executed plans to be roommates during college but with the declining functionality of the gray-haired boy's father, he had no choice but to stay at home and make sure he didn't starve to death.

He was physically capable of getting up and cooking for himself, but he lacked more of the mental capacity to do so.

When Suga was younger, his dad made cooking a part of his daily routine, but as his son grew older and became more competent at basic skills such as preparing meals, he started to lose the motivation to want to do them himself.

Suga was lucky enough that he ended up at the same college as Daichi. He felt that he would've gone insane otherwise. Sure, he had Asahi who went off to Bunka Gakuen University, which was well-known for having one of the best fashion programs in all of Japan, or Kiyoko who ended up attending Waseda University, but it just wouldn't have been the same.

As he scrolled through the list of conversations on his phone, he scrolled back to the top again and stared at the message from the number he still hadn't saved into his contacts.

Out of curiosity, he began typing back but then he stopped abruptly. What would he even say?

He could ask him how he got his number, but the only person who had been with him was Daichi and it would make him look fatuous to ask such a thing.

He pondered a moment more and etched out his response.

SUGA: u don't have to remind me

He clicked one of the buttons at the side of his phone and set it back onto his desk. Hopefully, the other boy could understand why he wouldn't want the sickly sweet nickname to stick. It only made him cringe at the morning prior's events.

He was still fretting over the horrible score he had gotten on his pop quiz because of the hot chocolate he had spilled which had caused him to be late and miss out on the contents of said pop quiz.

As his eyes aimlessly scanned the textbook, the device chimed.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: it's better than green tea, right?

SUGA: the block button looks really inviting rn (:

UNKNOWN NUMBER: ouch, okay sorry

SUGA: apology pending (:

A beguiled smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he saw the three dots dancing on the left side of his screen.