How it should be

Misinterpretation

Daichi had always hoped that Asahi had gotten on well with new people after he switched schools, but he'd never expected what he saw then. In the middle of the hallway, there Asahi was, holding the hand of a familiar boy with ashy blonde hair and a smile that could leave you breathless. 'Shit', Daichi cursed under his breath, he had talked for hours to Asahi about an pale silver angel who made Daichi believe in love at first sight and there Asahi was, holding his god damned hand.

Daichi was so sure that he'd be perfectly content dropping dead in the middle of the hall on his first day of high school. At that exact moment he had felt regret for everything he'd ever done. Attending Karasuno? Regret. Meeting Sugawara Koushi? Regret. Waking up this morning? Regret. Having eyes? Major regret. He could feel his heart drop, shattering into a billion tiny pieces, any hope in his chest falling like meteors, tearing gaping holes through his flesh, leaving him completely unguarded and fragile.

Daichi's mouth was one beat behind his brain in the moment, as he called Asahi's name. Asahi whipped around, looking suddenly relieved as he spotted Daichi among the crowd, beckoning for Daichi to join him and his friends. Daichi walked over, hesitation obvious in his steps. Daichi had thought he'd never see Angel Boy again, and if he wasn't prepared for the sight the first time, he definitely wasn't ready now. When he made his way to Asahi's group he was greeted by Asahi, who smiled a little more brightly, but still hid slightly behind Angel boy, then there was the other two teens who were obviously well acquainted, a short energetic looking red-head clamped firmly to the arm of a blushing-yet-still-unimpressed looking teen, both had a very passionate look in both of their eyes as the shorter one chattered on about something.

"S-sawamura-san!" Asahi stuttered out, visually clinging to angel-boy tighter as he did. That was Asahi, a giant with a heart of glass.

"Asahi, i told you to drop that and call me Daichi like seven years ago, or did you forget?" Daichi teased, at which Asahi muttered a thousand apologies and hid more behind his friend. Daichi made note that Asahi's fingers were still interlaced with the other boys and he could feel a pang of longing in his chest. Of course Angel boy is taken, i should be proud of Asahi, he'd actually talked to someone and even had someone want to be with him. Though, Daichi couldn't help but feel a little envious of the other boy. Daichi was still lost in thought as Asahi's voice snapped him back to reality, Daichi never knew how his voice could be so weak yet so grounding all at once.

"Oh!" he said as if remembering something, his voice coming out as a squeak, "Suga this is-". Asahi was cut off, which would have been rude if it weren't by an angel in human skin.

"Daichi, right? We met a few weeks ago, I'm Suga!" He held out a hand cheerily, Daichi taking it faster than he though humanly possible. To say that Suga smiled would be an understatement, the boy beamed, he practically channeled all the suns heat and radiance into a flash of white teeth and cheery, caramel eyes. Suga looked tired, light purple and blue forming beneath his big chestnut eyes. Daichi brushed it off, hoping Suga was just not getting enough sleep, and if Suga was having any dreams like the ones Daichi had been having lately, he didn't blame Suga for not wanting to sleep.

Now was not the time to be worrying about his sleeping habits, you idiot. Daichi thought to himself, instead focusing on how soft Suga's hands were and how warm they were. Daichi's hands felt like garbage compared to Suga's, with all the roughness of calluses and the fact that his hands were probably colder than hell. He pulled away quickly, missing the other boy's warmth, though, Daichi supposes that the other boy's smile was enough to warm him for years. As he tugged his hand away Daichi swore he saw disappointment flash behind Suga's eyes for a moment, Daichi shrugged it off, it was obviously his obvious infatuation with Suga was playing with his head.

The hall was abnormally quiet as this exchange happened, Asahi's mouth still hung open, unspoken words still on his tongue. The red headed boy had stopped bouncing excitedly for the first time since Daichi had seen him. Finally, it was the darker haired boy who broke the tension.

"S-sawamura-san right? I'm Kageyama Tobio, and that," he pointed to his bright counter-part, "is Hinata Shouyou. We're trying to bring back Karasuno's Volleyball team, are you interested in joining?" He looked nervous for someone who Daichi guessed didn't show much emotion at all, worry didn't suit Kageyama's features well.

"Of course i will!" Daichi hadn't played for a while, but he needed something to cheer up Kageyama. It worked. Kageyama's face relaxed into his usual scowl, this time though, Daichi could see a slight shimmer in his eyes.

"Thank you so much! We'll let you know about practises when we get the numbers!" Hinata bowed, pulling Kageyama back with him as he bounded down the hallway. Hinata was an interesting boy, determined, they both were. though, Hinata and Kageyama were polar opposites, Daichi saw Hinata as an open book: he wore all his expressions proudly, he was loud and excitable. Kageyama though, Daichi notices was not that, he tried to keep a strong looking face and had an attitude to match, it seemed like he had many walls built around him, as to make him as safe-guarded as possible. An unlikely pair, yet a good match.

Daichi turned back to Suga and Asahi, who were in quiet conversation, Asahi blushing wildly while Suga shielded his mouth with his hand, stifling a laugh.

"Anyways, it was nice seeing you, Asahi, Suga-san." He smiled, waving slightly. As he walked past Asahi he nudged him with his elbow, "What a catch Asahi, i never thought i'd see the day." He whispered to the taller, walking away quickly, only to confirm that yes; Asahi was a blushing mess, his jaw dropped, And yes; Suga was still smiling his angelic smile.

Daichi always hoped Asahi got on well with people after switching schools. He'd always hoped that he was holding his own, but he'd never expected Asahi to be carrying himself better than Daichi was.