It All Started In Detention

Forty Five

~Suga~

It was Tuesday, which meant he had just spent the past two and a half hours at the library with Daichi, driving him crazy.

He's exaggerating. He just hates admitting he actually enjoys their after school work time. Or the ride home on the back of his bike. He doesn't want to admit how much he enjoys that.

So he won't.

Even as he watches Daichi speed away, Suga at his doorstep, he won't admit it. Never. His friends would never let him hear the end of it. Hell, neither would Daichi.

He pushes that all way in favor of focusing as he unlocks his front door, pushing it open and letting himself inside. He knows it's late. They had to start later because of Daichi's siblings. Not that Suga minds, just means he got more time away from home.

But now he's here. Late. Walking into the eerily quiet, dim house and slipping off his shoes. He knows his dad's awake. Knows he's in the living room watching him take off his shoes slowly. He takes a slow deep breath.

Relax. It's fine. Everything is fine.

When his shoes are off he sets his bag down by the stairs so he can get it on his way up, and then walks fully into the living room where his dad is waiting in his chair. Suga gulps when his dad looks at him.

"I'm sorry I am late, sir. We got held up again." Suga holds his breath as his dad looks at him, studies him really. He's not happy, that much is clear. But Suga has no idea what his father is going to say Suga did to warrant what is going to happen next.

"You know," he says slowly, picking up his scotch and swirling it in the glass. "You've been staying out late a lot, recently." Suga feels himself tense but doesn't show it. Doesn't show how much his heart is pounding either.

"I know and I am sorry sir. Like I said, me and my partner have a big project we've been working on." His father's eyes stay on the glass.

"That is what you told me, yes..." He looks up at Suga, eyes him and Suga feels something of fear and panic sink into his stomach.

He doesn't believe me.

"Dad—"

"Are you telling me the truth though?" He says it like a question but Suga knows it's not. He knows this is an accusation. More than of just lying but he doesn't know exactly what he's being accused of.

"I would never lie to you." He assures even though he knows his word means nothing. He has to at least try. Try and sound believable.

"You're a teenager. Teenagers lie." Suga holds his hands behind his back so his father won't see the tremors, and he clasps them together in hopes to stop them altogether.

"I promise I am not lyi—"

"Are you sure this isn't an excuse for you to go off being a fag, whoring yourself around?" Suga flinches slightly at the official accusation, his fathers' tone smooth but words sharp. Suga stands straight still and the flinch was minimal his father may have not even noticed.

"I promise I'm not gay, sir." His dad hums, looking at him closely, making Suga suddenly feel desperate. "Dad, I promise we are just working on a project and it's due next week. After that, I won't stay out late anymore." His dad nods slowly and Suga holds his breath.

"A week, huh?" His dad sets the glass down but stays seated, his gaze piercing it makes Suga want to just crumble into a ball and hide forever.

"Dad please—"

"Work here next time." Suga's heart drops and he looks at his dad in surprise, words dying in his throat. It's not like he knew what he was going to beg his dad for anyway. Begging did nothing. Suga knew that by now.