How it should be

perfect strangers

Over the next week he tried not to focus on his dream and what it could possibly mean and more on studying for his entrance exams. Both him and Asahi were applying at Karasuno, and he hoped that they both would get in. Asahi had quickly become his backbone since they met and Suga really needed that support. Plus, he really wanted to play volleyball with Asahi again.
Seeing his family had become increasingly easier. Although his father still hadn't caught on, Suga's mother was supportive and helpful and he no longer had to hide from her. The support from his mother had been a lot of help with Koushi's body changing still and all the stress with upcoming exams. Asahi and his mother had been the greatest supports of his life and he finally felt as though something was going right

The night before his exams Suga had the dream again, almost exactly the same. This time though, he saw more clear faces. Those of his mother, his father, Asahi and again the complete stranger, who looked slighlt different each time. This time Koushi made sure to get a good look at him, trying to take in every last detail of the beautiful stranger.
Waking again from this strange dream Suga had been prepared. He knew the dream would come again soon, so he'd left a notepad and some pens on his bedside table, hoping to de able to sketch out his dream man. Suga was never an expert artist but he'd taken some lessons and classes during school. Soon enough he was sprawling black ink onto the page, hoping to capture every detail from the fleeting image in his mind. He wondered if he'd ever seen the man before, he looked about Suga's age and height (although he believed the man would be taller), he had broad shoulders, a friendly yet firm and authoritative smile, and deep brown eyes the practically smiled into Suga's soul.
When Suga had finished perfecting his masterpiece he ripped the paper from the notepad and stuffed it in his bag, hoping to see someone who might be his perfect stranger.
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He woke to the buzzing of his alarm and his mother gently shaking his shoulder, hard enough to wake him but not hard enough that it hurt.
"Kou sweetie," she half-whispered, "Its exam day. I've made you breakfast and prepared your bag. You even got to sleep in a little, but it's time to get up." She smiled, ruffling his hair. There was a thing about his mother that when she smiled, it seemed that her whole body smiled too. Her eyes would light up and her whole face and body just seemed to radiate happiness. When she smiled, like really smiled, you could practically feel how genuine and heartfelt it truly was. This smile slightly lessened the blow of remembering that it was exam day, Koushi mentally thanked him mother for that.
Getting up, he changed into a sloppy outfit, not really caring how he looked today. He was already stressed out enough at the thought of not making it in, he really didn't need to worry about how he looked. His mother flashed him a smile and wished him luck while he grabbed his bag and his breakfast, making his way to the door. He smiled back, knowing he'd need all the luck he could get.
Exam days were never usually easy on anyone, but everything seemed worse than expected to Koushi. For one, he was placed in an exam room filled with unfamiliar faces with eyes that seemed to tear away at everything he'd tried to conceal from the world. Secondly, his mom had let him sleep in, which meant he missed out on valuable time he could've spent studying. And three, Koushi was a very emotional being, he'd like to say he had his emotions in check and could keep himself under control, but he'd be lying. Once, during a math final, he'd completely blanked out on how to finish a single math problem, and it had made him face grow warm as he felt salty tears welling up behind his eyes, which didn't help his nervousness. He had to be excused so he could go to the bathroom and cool down. Crying in front of his classmates was a bold 'NO' in his books, he never wanted to show that sort of vulnerability to the people who could potentially ruin his future.
All that aside, Koushi felt his panic subside a slight bit as the test paper was slipped onto his desk and he could feel the heat of the eyes of his peers subsiding as well. The exam was easy enough and Koushi felt like he aced it, which lifted his spirits quite a lot.
He turned to smile at the teacher before leaving the test room when he caught a glimpse of a boy he hadn't noticed before in the classroom. The boy had light brown hair that swooped in front of his chocolate brown eyes. He swiped at his hair while he looked down at his test, an amused smile playing at the corner of his lips. Suga could've sworn he was the stranger from his dream but he hadn't had enough time to admire the boy longer before Suga felt something hard hit his side and the next thing he knew he was staring at the white tiled ceiling.
"oh my god, are you okay? I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. Are you okay? Do I need to take you to the nurse?" A slightly familiar voice pestered him with questions.
"I'm fine I think." Suga sat up, looking towards the person he'd bumped into. He could've sworn that this boy was an angel. He had short dark brown hair and equally as dark eyes that had chunks of gold in them. He noted that the gold would've glinted in the sun and made them a completely different colour entirely.
Suga mentally slapped himself, noticing that he'd been staring at the other boy for a second too long. He shook off his trance and took the other boys outstretched hand, noting that it was strong, but not too strong, calloused but still soft.
The other boy smiled sheepishly as Suga as he helped him up, "I'm honestly so sorry, please let me know if there's anything I can do for you." Suga just smiled and shook his head.
"Seriously, I'm fine." He smiled at the other boy, he swore he knew him from somewhere but he couldn't figure out where. "Wait, do I know you from somewhere?" Suga asked, hoping for the other to refresh him memory.
The other boy smiled, it was warm and friendly, welcoming. "I don't think so, but I'm Sawamura Daichi, but you can call me Daichi." He held out his hand to Suga, who blushed slightly. Daichi, he thought, meaning Great wisdom. It suits him.
Taking Daichi's hand, Suga was lifted from the floor where he met Daichi's deep eyes with his own golden ones. He mumbled shyly, "Sugawara Koushi, call me Suga." Suga hoped the other boy knew he was being friendly. Suga's first name had only ever been used by his mother and Asahi, and he was much more comfortable using the shortened version of his family name. He was half expecting to see the other boy cringe at the Suga's slightly professional manor, but instead he smiled.
"Suga huh? I like it, it suits you well." Daichi looked at Suga as if he were seeing his soul. He smiled at him wordlessly, seeming to forget that their hands were still in each other's.
Before Suga had the courage or the chance to ask Daichi for his number or even if he wanted to hang out sometime, Daichi seemed to have remembered something. Before Suga knew it Daichi was already speeding away from him, stopping only to turn and wave at Suga, saying it was nice to meet him, before he spun around and speed walked to wherever he was headed. Suga had never believed in love at first sight, yet suddenly their was a pang in his chest and he thought that this could be it.
Suga sighed with relief once he was gone, knowing that there was blush in his cheeks and a stiffness in his body that definitely wouldn't have looked normal to Daichi. Suga let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and brushed him hands through his hair. Daichi was gone but Suga still felt his friendly energy practically bouncing through the corridor, Suga had never a stranger so beautiful who was so kind to him. He smiled brightly at the thought, knowing that this boy who hadn't ever even seen him before was wholeheartedly concerned for his wellbeing. He hadn't stopped smiling since that moment.
That night Koushi fell asleep to dreams of the broad shouldered Daichi with friendly deep brown eyes that you could melt in, short brown hair (that Suga only wished he could run his fingers through) and a wide smile that shone like a thousand twinkling stars.