Just My Type [Daichi Sawamura x OC]

Chapter 10: A Little Help from My Friends

"I should've figured you'd find it back here. You and Junie both seem to have a thing for typing on that old hunk-a-junk."

Tadaari's words still echoing in his mind, Daichi stared down at the desk in front of him, the simple typewriter no longer so simple or insignificant.

Three hours slogged by as if in slow motion, and in that time Tadaari had wandered off without a care in the world,  leaving the bewildered Daichi sputtering like a fish in his wake.

Rather than chase after the man and demand an explanation, Daichi turned back towards the desk, mind already racing to try and figure out what he had missed. He had spent countless hours scouring the past entries, making lists of the people he'd seen in the store on a regular basis, anything he could think of to try and help solve this mystery. And yet somehow, the one person he'd discounted as most unlikely turned out to be exactly the one he'd been looking for.

Jun. He'd been talking with Jun this whole time, building a connection and trust only through text that still felt stronger than most other relationships he had. All this time, Daichi had been thrilled just to find someone he could speak to so candidly, even if it was unconventional. His pen-pal had never been bothered by his appearance or the short fuse of his temper like most people were. Nor did she ever seem upset by the responses he left. And part of him hoped she had found them as helpful as the ones she left for him. Her words had always been waiting for him on days when he needed it most; when the world's scorn had left angry red blisters on his heart, her words had been the soothing balm he craved.

And now that he knew it was Jun...

Daichi's heart twinged painfully, making him gasp quietly as it began racing. What was this aching in his chest? This gnawing pain that ate away until it left a hole behind? Guilt? Regret? Or something else? This had been what he'd been hoping for, right? The one person he felt he could be himself around turning out to be the same person he could express himself truthfully to. He should feel elated, overjoyed. It was Jun, it all made sense. So then why did it hurt this much?

"You ok there, man? Or do I need to brush up on my CPR?"

Daichi blinked, cocking his head to the side to see Suga standing next to him, a grocery bag in hand and head tilted in curiosity. He blinked again, finally realizing where he stood. Somehow in his wild train of thought, Daichi had left The Hobbit Hole and walked all the way back to their dorm without even noticing it. He stood in front of the door for who knows how long, clutching at his chest like he was in pain, staring at the floor with a vacant expression. He probably would have been there all night too if Suga hadn't decided to make a stop back at the room before going to see Machi.

Shifting the bags to one hand so he could unlock the door with the other, Suga softly pushed Daichi through the door, a bit surprised when his friend barely offered any resistance. "Ok, but do I actually need to be worried? Because I do know CPR, but I really don't wanna have to."

Daichi slumped onto their overstuffed couch and sighed. How could he explain all of this to Suga? He already knew about Jun, and the feelings Daichi could no longer deny. Hell, Daichi was even convinced Suga knew about the typewriter after having dragged Suga with him to the bookstore on multiple occasions. But the now understandable truth that these two secrets were linked, and the physical pain it seemed to cause him, the words to explain seemed to disappear like a wisp dissipating in the sun.

"Well, shit." The sheer amount of pain in Daichi's eyes made Suga pause. Something really was wrong. He sent a quick text to Machi, explaining nothing more than 'roommate 911' then plopped down on the couch next to his best friend. "Ok, spill. I can get some junk food if we need it."