forever | sugawara x reader

17

The air outside remained stagnant, the warmth unusual since it was nearly November. I sat quietly on the step next to Asahi, amusing myself by swishing my drink around in its cup. The silence dragged on and I began to wonder if he'd ever speak up; luckily he did before my drunken mouth let me speak my thoughts.

"Suga, why are you here?"

"(Y/n) invited me."

"Do you think being here is what's best for her?" He sighed, exhausted.

"I don't understand the question," I mumbled. I felt weightless but also as if my legs were made of lead, every tiny movement magnified.

"You know exactly what I'm trying to say, Suga. I don't care how drunk you are; you hurt her and you should know that it's best if you just stay away."

"What?" I turned to face him. An anger bubbled up inside, Asahi's bravery pissing me off. "What the hell do you know about (y/n)? What do you know about us?"

"I know that I'm the one she's been crying to the past month," he said, his expression dark. "I know that you hurt her more than she'll ever let on to you, even if you got back together. I know she's not the same anymore and that it's your fault. I know that me, you, and Daichu aren't the sa-"

"Would you shut up?" I slurred, wobbling as I stood up. "Y-you don't know about (y/n), you don't know about Daichi, and you certainly don't kn-know about me." I began to walk back up the stairs but nearly fell down as Asahi whipped me around by my shirt, shoving me against the metal railing. He leaned so close his breath tickled my cheek, hot on my skin especially with the already oppressive humidity. He spent a few moments glaring at me, holding me up off my feet by my collar as if I weighed nothing.

"I'd like to think I once knew a lot about you and Daichi until you two started fucking around behind my back," he whispered, his voice laced with a venom that could kill. The person holding me up was not the Asahi I knew; his eyes were dark like liquor, his usual meek demeanor all but dissipated. He wanted to hurt me, whereas the Asahi I knew was incapable of even laying a finger on anyone.

The sound of the door opening behind us saved me just as Asahi cocked his fist, both of us turning toward the sound. (Y/n) stumbled out, her movements sloppy as she approached us.

"H-heyyy guys," she drawled, swinging a bottle in her hand. "What's goin' on?"

"(Y/n)," Asahi said, the usual twinge of anxiety back in his voice. "Are you okay? Maybe you should lay down."

"Maybe-" She hiccuped. "Maybe you... should lay down."

I laughed as I slowly climbed the stairs, my legs jelly beneath me. I knew I was just as drunk as (y/n) but for some reason it was funnier to watch her stumble and slur, her cheeks pleasantly flushed.

"(Y/n)..." Asahi whined, taking a step closer to her. Her eyes darted to where I subconsciously swayed in place, a smile across her face as she pushed passed Asahi.

"Koushi," she giggled. "You're drunk." The words poigently fell from her lips in a very matter of fact manner, accentuating the 'k' sound.

"So are you," I laughed, my hands cupping her face on their own. Asahi looked down at us, his expression growing dark. I hardly noticed though, the way she curled pieces of my hair around her fingers, bumping our foreheads together as she went on about absolutely nothing.

Asahi grunted loudly, our attention pulled to him.

"Seriously, (y/n)?" He said, his words sounding more like a plea. "What are you doing? You've cried on my shoulder every night over him and now you're right back in his arms after a few drinks?"