The Best Damn Thing

Chapter Twenty-Six

When Oikawa woke, he was in a bed unfamiliar to him. In fact, the entire room was new to him. He didn't know how he'd gotten there, but, after a moment, he recognized the furniture as those provided by the college for their flats.

Of course, he was still at Suga's. How could he have fallen asleep? Even more than that was the question of how Suga had gotten him into the room. Oikawa wasn't the easiest person to move when he was asleep. Iwaizumi had told him so many times.

Oikawa glanced around for his bag, saw it sitting against the wall by the door, and got up to rummage through it for the clothes he had. He paused before pulling on his shirt, lightly touching the burn mark. The skin around it was puffy, turning the nasty yellow-green of infection. He'd have to ask Iwaizumi for help with it again. Tugging his shirt down to hideit, he ran a hand through his hair, tugging the cowlicks up and waxing them into place.

When he thought his appearance might be okay, he left the room in search of the bathroom to confirm it.

Suga's flat had a different set up from Iwaizumi's and the first room Oikawa tried was an empty room like the one he'd woke up in. The next was another bedroom, but scattered around were clothesand books. In the bed was Suga, curled up under a multitude of blankets, hair disheveled and mouth opening in short, quiet breaths. Oikawa smiled. Suga was definitely prettier than himself and it angered Oikawa, but it also added to his attraction.

After a moment, he turned to the final room, finally the bathroom and checked his appearance, fixing a couple misguided locks. He knew he looked tired; his nose reddening with the inevitable cold he was developing from the day before. He couldn't afford to be sick, but it was too late to stop it.

Dishes clattered in the kitchen and Oikawa stopped to listen. He'd only been in the bathroom for a few minutes; Certaintly not long enough for Suga to have gotten up, but who else could it be?

He crept down the hallway to peer into the kitchen. The man had his back to Oikawa, facing the stove. His black hair was cropped short, but it wasn't as spiky as Iwaizumi's. An alarm went off on his phone and the man silenced it, turning to head down the hall.

"Oh, you're up."

Oikawa straightened quickly, trying to cover the fact that he'd been caught spying. "Who are you?"

"I'm Sawamura Daichi. You're Oikawa, right?"

"I am. Why are you here?" He felt his nose scrunch up into a pout. Daichi was attractive and Oikawa wouldn't be able to stand it if he were seeing Suga.

Apparently, he sensed the tension Oikawa was putting off. "Relax, we're just friends. I stay here quite a bit when I get off from work late, espeically if Sug has to get up early the next morning. Would you mind moving now? I need to wake him up or he'll never make it to class in time."

Oikawa stepped to the side, not taking his eyes off him until he disappeared into Suga's room.

"Get out, Sawamura..."

"You'll be late."

"I don't care."

"If you miss again, you'll just fall further behind. You already suck at math. Don't put that pressure on your tutor out there."

"Shit, he's up?" The voice shook off the weight of sleep quickly.

"Has been for a few minutes, I think."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just did."

"I meant earlier. Get out of my room so I can dress, idiot!"

Daichi laughed, ducking through the door to avoid the shoe that was thrown at him. "Okay, okay."

Oikawa pulled a chair from the table, lounging back in it. He stifled a yawn behind his hand, pushing his glasses back up on his nose and glancing at the plate of pancakes by the stove.

"You can have some if you want. Leave at least three for Suga or he'll get cranky," Daichi said, pulling on his coat. "I didn't know if you'd eat or not so I made extra. It's a small price to pay for Suga letting me stay here every once in a while. He'd starve to death if I didn't cook for him. That, or burn the flat down."

"Suga can't cook?"

"Not at all. He's lucky he can even make a proper sandwich."

"You don't have to tell him that!" Sugawara's face was a bright red as he stood at the end of the hall. "I would survive without you cooking for me."

"Only because you'd be at your parent's every night for dinner."

"Don't say that like it's a bad thing. You love her cooking and always whine about her not letting you help enough. You work with her all day, yet you still want to be around her."

Oikawa cut in. "He works with your mom?"

Suga nodded. "My mom owns a law firm and Daichi is one of her interns. A late intern if you don't leave now."

Daichi slipped on his shoes. "I'll just tell her that I was getting you up. You never wake up in time for class anymore."

"Mornings and me do not get along. Now, go before you're late. I don't want to hear her lecture."

Daichi left minutes later and the two started in on the pancakes. Oikawa stared as Suga easily devoured three and reached for a fourth. Off Oikawa's plate.

He slid it out of reach, taking another bite himself. "Someone's got a big appetite for just a couple hours of studying last night."

"You don't know what I did before studying." Suga leaned in closer. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

"Is that so? Why don't you tell me, then?"

He smiled. "Maybe after I eat your pancake." He popped a bite in his mouth, pulling the plate from Oikawa quickly.

"When did you...?" He reached for the plate, but Suga was out of his seat, backing away. Oikawa jumped up, moving towards the man, backing him against the wall. His hands fell on either side of him, preventing him from running away. "That's mine."

"Is it? I thought it was mine since I am the one eating it." To prove his point, he took another bite.

"You stole it."

"I did and it was good." He held up the final bite to Oikawa, the grin wide on his face. "Wanna taste?"

Oikawa accepted it, making a face when Suga moved the fork and the syrup smeared across his cheek. "You did that on purpose," he said after swallowing.

"Maybe."

Oikawa knew how close they were. He was painfully aware of Suga's flirting, but he couldn't tell if there were true feelings behind it and he nearly forgot to breathe when Suga leaned closer.

He licked the syrup from the corner of Oikawa's mouth, leaning back against the wall after. "Sweet."

Their eyes met and, after a moment's hesitation, their lips did the same. Forgotten, the plate clattered to the ground and Suga's hands locked around Oikawa's neck. Oikawa's rested on Suga's hips, holding him against the wall.

Too soon it was over with the obnoxious ringing of Oikawa's phone. He rushed to answer it, cursing Iwaizumi for his impeccable timing.