Haikyuu imagines

Studying- Sugawara

The clock on my kitchen wall ticked past midnight, and the only light in the apartment came from the small lamp beside my textbooks. My brain was pudding. I'd been staring at the same finance problem for ten minutes when a soft knock broke the silence.

"Door's open," I called.

The door creaked, and Sugawara Koushi poked his head in, gray hair sticking up, hoodie half-zipped over a T-shirt that said 'Teach, Love, Inspire'-a joke gift from his coworkers that he'd actually started wearing.

"You're still awake?" he asked, smiling as he stepped in with two paper cups of coffee.

"Trying to be." I rubbed my eyes. "The numbers stopped making sense around eleven."

He handed me a cup and leaned against the counter. "Caffeine and moral support, delivered as promised."

"You're a saint."

"Saints sleep. I'm just a fool with a caffeine dependency."

I laughed, the sound shaking off a little of the stress that had been pressing behind my ribs all day. Sugawara always had that effect-he carried warmth the way most people carried keys.

He dropped into the chair beside mine and glanced at my notes. "You're overcomplicating it again."

"I'm trying to understand compound interest."

"You're making it sound like a villain origin story."

"It is. It's evil math."

He chuckled and nudged my pencil toward the page. "Come on. Let's walk through it one more time."

When he tutored, his voice softened; he slowed every explanation until it felt manageable. I watched the way his fingers tapped lightly on the desk as he spoke, tracing invisible equations in the air. The lamplight made the small scar on his knuckle glint-a souvenir from years of volleyball.

Halfway through the example, he noticed me staring. "You're not listening."

"Sorry," I said quickly. "Your voice is just... kind of relaxing."

His lips curved. "That's one way to say I'm boring."

"No, it's-" I stopped, flushing. "Never mind."

He grinned, clearly amused, then leaned closer. "I'll take that as a compliment."

The scent of his coffee and shampoo filled the small space between us, and for a heartbeat, the world shrank to the sound of his breathing and the gentle tick of the clock.

I looked away first. "You hungry? I made pasta earlier."

His eyes lit up. "You cooked? I didn't know you could cook."

"There is a lot you don't know about me." I smirked.

He laughed. "Then yes, please."

Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting on the floor, plates balanced on the low table between us. He twirled the first bite of pasta around his fork, tasted it, and looked at me in surprise.

"This is really good," he said around a mouthful.

"Don't sound so shocked."

"I'm not shocked. I'm impressed."

"Cooking is just science with flavor."

He raised an eyebrow. "Says the person who almost cried over compound interest."

I flicked a pen cap at him, and he dodged easily, grinning. "You're lucky I like you, Sugawara."

"Lucky," he echoed quietly, watching me longer than he probably meant to.