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Insert ,# Here: Part 2

As the days passed, Suga rarely came to school. And when he did, he completely avoided Daichi as much as possible. Asahi seemed to know what happened, and he was absolutely furious at Daichi. But there wasn't anything he could do because, Daichi wasn't there. He was physically in the classroom, but his mind, his energy, his thoughts weren't. They were focused on Suga and what happened. Did Suga really like him? Really...?

As the days passed, Suga rarely came to practice. The team was hardly practicing at this point. Nishinoya was ecstatic to learn about the tension happening between Suga and Daichi. Coach Ukai was on the verge of bursting with anger, he was ready to remove Suga from the team, albeit thankfully, Takeda-sensei managed to calm him down. Everyone was worried. They all couldn't help but notice that Daichi himself wasn't there anymore. He seemed distant, off. Everyone could see it in him. Was this really happening? Really...?

Slowly the days began to meld together. Daichi couldn't tell the difference anymore. Every single day became a blur. Nothing seemed right, his best friend practically avoided him like the plague. His classmates were scared beyond means at the distance between the two inseparable best friends. His teammates couldn't focus, and the team was falling into disarray. The first years couldn't help fidgeting whenever they saw Daichi, the second years were unsure of what to do. And Asahi. Oh, Asahi. He was furious, but it wasn't the anger that Daichi was so accustomed to. This Asahi was a quiet, bristling anger that couldn't seem to put his thoughts into words. Everything was falling apart. Could things be fixed? Something inside Daichi told him no. But.... Is that true? Really?

Slowly the day began to come into focus. A feeling he never realized was there began to nudge its way into Daichi's heart. Every time someone mentioned Suga, Daichi's heart would skip a little bit, a small adrenaline rush would come. Daichi, being Daichi, brushed it off originally as being lonely. As being without his best friend. But when the days passed, every time Daichi saw the familiar puff of silver hair, he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter rapidly. Every single time, a light flush would appear on his enflamed cheeks. Something felt lonely and wrong without Suga. After all the shock, the cold feeling of loneliness had engulfed Daichi. But now he realizes. He couldn't understand what Suga wanted before, but now he knew. Now he knew how he should reply. How he should show what he felt. Now was the time. Really.

One afternoon, Daichi, being on cleaning duty, and thinking about Suga, was sweeping the broom across the tiled floor. Cleaning duty rotations have come full circle, and it was his and Suga's turn. Though Daichi was sure that Suga would ask for someone to switch with him, until he heard a soft click. Something inside Daichi leapt up, and he whipped around to stare at the door. It slowly opened. In stepped a familiar face. Suga. Breathless, heart pounding, Daichi stared at Suga's form. Suga looked up. And they had eye contact. Both stopped. Hearts thumping against their chests. Daichi, being the confident one, spoke first.

"Suga." Was all Daichi said. Nothing more. Nothing less. Suga suddenly seemed to realize the situation and turned to run, when a hand clamped onto his. "Suga, wait."

Eyes widened, Suga turned around and came face to face with Daichi's figure.

"Suga. I know you confessed. I know you think I hate you. I know. But I don't think you do." Daichi whispered, eyes soft, hand still holding tightly onto Suga's. Suga remained still and looked fearfully up into Daichi's eyes.

"Listen, Suga. I thought about what you said. I thought about how I felt. It wasn't that I hated you.... Or thought that it wasn't right... It's just... I didn't know how to react. This is the first time a guy confessed to me you know?" Daichi whispered, his voice drifting from soft to shy. He continued. "You ran because you thought I hated you, right? But Suga, I don't. I thought about it. I don't hate you. I have never hated you. Nor will I ever hate you. I promise you that. I realized after all these days without you.... I'm not anyone without you. We were practically a thing already, you know what I mean?" Daichi smiled sheepishly. Suga remained stiff, unwilling to listen to this.

"Daichi." Suga spoke. Daichi froze, shutting his mouth and closing off the words he was about to say. "I'm sorry, but I'm already over you. I promise. This won't happen again in the futu-"

"Stop." Daichi whispered. Suga froze. "Stop this, Suga. I'm trying to tell you. So listen up." Daichi paused, suddenly unsure of himself. Closing his eyes, he steeled himself and turned directly towards Suga. Still holding his hand. "I. Love. You." Daichi deliberately whispered.

Eyes wide, hands trembling. Suga felt hot, wet tears fall down. And suddenly, the world came into focus. Suddenly everything came crashing down. The words Daichi spoke echoing in his ears. Daichi, understanding, loving, pulled Suga close. And together they stood there, softly hugging.

Eventually the cries stopped. But Suga remained embraced inside Daichi's arms.

"I love you, Koushi." He whispered. Suga looked up, shocked. Then his eyes softened, a redder flush flooded onto his cheeks. He replied quietly.

"I love you too, Daichi."

And all was well. Back to normal. Except for the occasional kiss.