Most Unfortunate - Daichi X Reader

PART TWENTY-THREE: For Love (And History Grades)

Sugawara POV

It's been three days.

Three whole, weird, uncomfortable days.

Three days of dodging glances, awkward silences, and emotionally charged air that crackles every time (Y/N) walks into a room Daichi's in — and vice versa.

It's painful. Like... worse than watching Kageyama try to understand sarcasm.

I lean against the lockers outside the clubroom, arms folded, eyes narrowed like I'm plotting a war strategy.

Because I am.

"You'd think," I say slowly, "they'd have made up by now."

Asahi, ever the gentle giant, hums beside me. "She's been quieter lately," he murmurs. "And he's... well... you know Daichi. He thinks ignoring the guilt long enough will solve it."

"He's wrong," Kiyoko adds, slipping into the conversation like a perfectly timed ellipsis.

I glance sideways. "Oh? You agree with me?"

She adjusts her clipboard like it's a mic drop. "They need to talk."

I nod sagely. "Exactly. A little nudge. A shared moment. Something to help them connect again."

Kiyoko glances over her glasses. "A kiss would be better."

Asahi and I both whip our heads around so fast we nearly get whiplash.

"WHAT—"

Kiyoko raises a brow. "What? I have eyes."

We stare at her. She just shrugs and walks away like she didn't just drop an emotional nuke and ghost the fallout.

I blink. Then grin.

"I love her," I whisper reverently. "Okay. New plan."

Asahi tilts his head, nervous. "I thought we had a plan?"

"We had a bad plan," I correct. "Now we have a great one. We're going full ambush." I push off the lockers and clap my hands. "Study session. History test. We invite both of them. Don't tell either that the other is coming."

"And then?"

"Then," I say, eyes gleaming behind my glasses, "we ditch them. Let nature take its course."

Asahi rubs his neck. "Are we... sure this won't backfire?"

"Only one way to find out."

***

Later — the Library.

We've made our move. Pieces are in place.

And now...

We hide.

"I feel like a ninja," I whisper, scarf pulled high over my mouth and sunglasses perched crooked on my face.

Asahi sighs beside me, crouched behind the bookshelves. "You look like a criminal."

Kiyoko peeks from behind the returns cart. "You stand out more than the romance section on Valentine's Day."

I gasp. "You've changed."

"I've always been like this," she replies flatly. "You've just been too blinded by your own dramatics to notice."

Asahi stifles a laugh.