forever | sugawara x reader

12

We sleep in until almost ten; I don't care about missing practice this time, despite the multiple texts that buzz and threaten to wake us up from our fragile little reality. I hug her close and as she begins to wake up I realize these are the last few hours I have with her. She's not leaving forever but it feels like it, the pit of my stomach twisted as she nuzzles into me.

"What time is your flight?" I ask, my voice still thick with sleep.

"Not until four. I have to leave by two-thirty though since Keishin is dropping me off at the airport," she huffs, rolling her eyes. "I should shower and pack and stuff actually." She sits up, completely naked except for one of my t-shirts. I trail my fingers down her thigh, her skin warm and soft. I'm tempted to pull her back into bed but I let her go; she stands in the doorway, looking at me where I lay.

"Aren't you coming?" She asks, pulling my shirt down a little. I follow her quietly into the shower even though the idea of it seems awkward and a little claustrophobic. She turns the water on and sits on the closed toilet seat as the mirror fogs up. She pokes my bare stomach, staring up at me through her eyelashes.

"Don't look so sad," she says. "Let's think of something special to do when I get back. That way there's something to look forward to."

She peels off her shirt, testing the water with her fingers before stepping in the shower, pulling me gently by the hand with her. It's a big shower with a glass door, the shampoos and soaps neatly placed on a rack climbing the wall. She closes her eyes as the water washes over her; there's enough room for both of us to comfortably stand underneath the water so I wet my hair, afraid to close my eyes in the case that she's just some sort of fantasy.

"What if we dress up and go to a fancy dinner? Or we can drive to the beach, or go to an amusement park," she squirts a sweet smelling shampoo in the palm of her hand, lathering it up in her hair. My hands move on their own accord, washing her hair gently, careful not to get any in her eyes. She smiles with her eyes closed and I wish I could have taken a picture of her in that moment- shampoo in her hair, no makeup, no anything, just (y/n) with her lips curled up and her eyelashes resting on her cheeks. I rinse out the shampoo, her hair soft between my fingers. She hands me the bottle and I wondered if it was strange to want to smell like her (or to want my hair as soft as hers).

"Hey," she says. "Did you hear me? What do you wanna do when I get back?"

"Hm?" I rinse out the shampoo and look at her as she scrubs her body with a multicolored bar of soap, the smell warm and coconut-y. "You're probably gonna be really tired when you get back, you know. Why don't we just wait 'til you're back to decide?"

"That's probably true," she chuckles, rinsing herself off. She grabs a bottle of conditioner that matches the shampoo and repeats the process for me, giggling as she runs her fingers through my hair. "Your hair is so pretty."

"So is yours," I laugh, hoping the water would hide my blushing face. We finish up and my first time sharing a shower with someone was less humiliating than I thought it would be. I'd felt low since last night, like my every move was unnatural and awkward, but I began to regain my usual sense of self as we stepped out of the shower. She tossed a towel to me and I thought it was funny how she flipped her hair over, wrapping it up in a towel. She covered herself and smiled at me when she realized I was staring, coming close as I fumbled to cover myself.

"We've got a few hours," she whispered, her voice soft as her hands fell to my shoulders. "Seriously, at least pretend to cheer up. I don't wanna remember you being miserable for the next two weeks."

She squeezes my shoulders in an almost mom-like manner, pulling me along with her back to the bedroom. She opens up her closet; by the time I'm finished getting dressed she's still filing through each piece of clothing, looking cold as she stands in just a towel.