forever | sugawara x reader

13

Training camp turned out to be an uphill battle, our team losing every single match each day. The sun was blazing, every drill a superhuman effort, especially after seemingly thousands of times. As unbearable as the days were, the nights were long and wonderful. The team spent hours together, our chaotic little family feeling closer than ever before. Hushed voices and loud rants in the dark felt like home.

The last night of camp was bittersweet. (Y/n) was waiting for me at her apartment, her voice a distant echo that I longed to hear again. On the other hand these nights were some of the last I'd be spending with my team before I left for university. I pushed the thoughts deep in the back of my head- I didn't love the idea of it anymore, especially the leaving (y/n) part.

We all laid sprawled across infinite sleeping bags, conversations overlapping one another. Daichi and I laid on our stomachs next to each other, both of us quietly on our phones. I was texting (y/n) since she was home now; we couldn't wait to see each other since almost three weeks had passed. It was late and she was saying goodnight, promises of kisses and cuddles tomorrow. I put my phone down and turned to Daichi, his eyes flicking to my own immediately.

"Hey," he said, smiling. I suddenly became aware of our shoulders flush with each other, his face only a few inches from mine. I noticed his smile, and the way his lips stretched out at a different angle than (y/n)'s, and how I was somehow fascinated with both.

"Hey," I answered, my mind regaining focus. His skin had turned a deep bronze in the past week and I had to force myself to meet his eyes. His gaze was like honey, his eyes deep and golden. Confusion overwhelmed me as I noticed all of these things, details I was blind to before. And I knew he knew, because of the way he stared back, his expression mirroring mine.

"Can we talk?" He spoke, his voice so low only I could hear it. I barely noticed Asahi stepping over our bodies, his loud footsteps far away in my trance. I simply nodded, following behind him as we walked to an unknown destination.

We ended up outside in the humid night air. The heat stuck to my skin, nearly suffocating. Daichi's eyes bore into me, waiting to speak. I stared back, my heart racing; I knew what was happening. It felt wrong and right and everything in between but all I could hear was the buzz of cicadas and my pulse in my ears.

"Suga," he said, his voice clear. "I know you know what I'm about to say, but I'm going to say it out loud anyways."

He took a deep breath and an image of (y/n) flashed in my head. A twinge of guilt in my chest gives me chills but I can't free myself from his gaze, as if I'm somehow chained to him in the moment.

"I love you, Suga. I know you have (y/n), and I know you're not going to say it back, but you're my best friend and I couldn't keep it from you anymore,"

He's a blushing mess and it's strange to see him in such disarray. I remained speechless, my hands balled into fists at my sides.

"Please," he squeaked, looking desperate after a beat of silence. "Please say something."

My body moved on its own. One step forward, my hands on his broad shoulders that were nothing like (y/n)'s. My lips crashing against his, and the way he pulls me forward by my t-shirt, our chests flush. His body is hardened and strong on mine, his skin warm beneath my fingertips. His hands are firm on my body, slipping beneath my shirt awkwardly. My hand pulls him somehow closer by his collar, guilt suddenly pushing me off of him as if it was a physical force.

"Fuck," I muttered. "No, no, no..." I stepped away, my entire body shaking. Every image I'd saved of (y/n) played like a movie in my head, her smiles and her tears that were only for me overwhelming.