Just My Type [Daichi Sawamura x OC]

Chapter 7: Catching Fire

What she wanted
more than anything
was to be loved
completely
by somebody
with eyes
that saw
all of her
and not just
what they wanted to see

~Mark Anthony

"So...."

"So...?"

"Soooooo?"

"Suga, I can't read your mind, you're gonna have to give me more than just 'so'."

Said roommate couldn't contain his excitement any longer, "So tell me how it went!" Suga involuntarily skipped several steps in his haste and had to catch his balance before continuing, "I'm guessing since we didn't hear from you the rest of the evening, you guys hit it off, but enquiring minds want to know the details."

Daichi only huffed and silently stooped to pick up the volleyball Suga had let slip when he tripped, "I didn't think you wanted anything to do with it, remember?" It was a lame excuse of a diversion, which he knew Suga wouldn't fall for, but the few extra seconds would be enough time to figure out how much he wanted to share. How much he would admit to. Farther ahead, Kuroo was already on the court warming up with Asahi, yelling towards him and Suga to hurry up.

"Au contraire," Suga scolded, simultaneously waving off another protest from Kuroo, "I said I didn't want anything to do with that stupid bet you guys made. But I don't think this is about that anymore, right?"

Damn. This was the problem with knowing someone for so long, they saw right through all the bullshit. Daichi had thought he'd done at least a decent job keeping to himself that bubbling joy he had felt spark after last weekend. But his best friend must have spotted something, because there was a genuinely happy glint in his eyes as he silently implored Daichi to spill.

Daichi knew it, and clearly so did Suga. Something had felt different about spending time with Jun. Unlike all his previously failed dates, Daichi hadn't been
hopelessly bored with Jun. He hadn't been counting the minutes until the date was over with her, but rather lost track of them altogether. While Jun wasn't the social butterfly that normally would gravitate to him, or maybe it was because she wasn't, their conversation that evening had felt more meaningful. And had left him wanting more. Daichi tried to convince himself it was all for the bet, which technically hadn't been called off; that these strong feelings had manifested as a result of his desire to prove Kuroo wrong. Because damn did he really want to rub it in that guy's face. But he somehow couldn't even fully convince himself anymore that that was the truth. Not after slipping a note under Jun's door once he'd dropped her off, and catching himself uncharacteristically elated when his phone chirped a few moments later with her number. There was something else going on, and while he was starting to recognize it for what it might be, it didn't necessarily mean he was ready to show it just yet.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really? Cuz your red face says otherwise."

"Stop that!" Daichi batted away Suga's hand that prodded at his cheek. "It's nothing, she's just some girl that I had to convince I was interested in, alright? That's all." The words tasted like bile even as he spoke them with a matching bitterness, but he had to be harsh to be convincing, otherwise he'd never believe it either.

Not at all surprised his friend continued to dodge his pushing, Suga gave Daichi one final questioning glare to let him know he wasn't convinced, and then let the topic drop in favor of starting their game of volleyball. While Daichi seemed relieved and focused instead on putting all his energy into the game, Suga's mind was already plotting ways to get his thick-headed friend to see the truth that had been as clear as day to him since last weekend.