forever | sugawara x reader

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(A/N): this chapter contains nsfw material !

Time passed quickly, summer days long and nights still longer as weeks on the calendar had suddenly passed. Summer vacation arrived before I knew it, over a month with nothing to worry about besides (y/n). We spent nearly every day and night together, the only interruption volleyball practice. It felt strange to think of volleyball as an interruption when it had been just the opposite but when I was with (y/n), everything that wasn't her felt like a bit of a chore.

She picked me up from practice usually; she was often sprawled across the seats when I found her, lazily scrolling through her phone with her feet dangling out the window. I liked seeing her in the summer heat, her legs exposed on a daily basis, her cheeks always flushed from the heat, her skin slowly growing shades darker from the sun. I wondered if she was just as captivating in the winter- the idea passed quickly because I knew she would be.

I was walking out of the gym with Asahi, shortly after vacation had begun. (Y/n) was waiting, music loudly playing from the car as we approached. Her lips were pressed in a tight pout as she scrolled through her phone, not noticing us even when we were right in front of her.

"Hey, (y/n)- senpai," I yelled over the music, plucking her flip flop off one of her feet. She glared up at me, her expression angry as she sat up in the driver's seat.

"Don't call me that," she mumbled, taking her shoe back. She slipped it back on and returned her attention back to us, her eyes turning to Asahi.

"Do you want a ride home, Asahi?" She asked. I could tell she was trying to be nice but she practically spat out the question, her voice laced with annoyance. He profusely refused, his face crimson as he joined Noya and walked home despite living across the street from (y/n). I silently sat in the passenger seat, reaching for the volume before I even tossed my bag in the back seat. She glared at me, maintaining eye contact as she proceeded to turn the dial even louder than it was to start with.

"What the hell?" I shouted, turning the volume down again. She shouldered me as she turned it back up, her eyes wide with anger as we fought over the volume. She remained silent and I had no idea what to do; I'd never seen her act like such a brat before. I finally gave up and let her have her way, the music threatening to deafen me as she drove us to her apartment.

Both of us stayed silent; even as we walked inside she shuffled into the living room, sitting on the couch with a grumpy expression. I tossed my bag in the kitchen and walked past her into the bedroom to change. I kept a drawer of my clothes in her bureau now since I was over so often, but I wished I was home more than anything else right now. Once I changed I sat next to her on the couch quietly, knowing she had a reason for her behavior even though it annoyed the hell out of me. I shifted my body so I was facing her, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"What's wrong?" I treaded, my voice as gentle as I could manage. She looked at me through the corner of her eye, her gaze unreadable.

"I don't wanna talk about it," she grumbled. I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes, desperate to try and smile instead.

"Baby," I cooed, knowing she liked when I gave her pet names. "You can't just stay mad and not tell me why at least. C'mon, what happened?"

She groaned, dramatically flinging herself in my lap. I couldn't stifle the chuckle before it left my lips, her cheeks completely red as she began to open up.

"My manager," she sighed, clearly displeased. "Thinks I need to travel more so that editors from magazines and stuff see me as someone with a diverse background. She wants me to go on a speaking tour for like, over three months." The thought stops my heart for a beat, my body numb.