Haikyuu Oneshots

Fade Part 1 (Daisuga)

We were fading. It was slow at first, like the way that our eyes didn't meet anymore. And then it grew. And grew. And grew. And loneliness settled over us, I didn't really understand why we're still together, I guess we didn't want our friends to think anything was wrong. We were fading. He doesn't curl into me anymore on our bed, the space between us now is cold and empty. Part of me wants the warmth back, the same part of me that still holds on, the part of me that still wants to love him. We haven't kissed in two months, haven't done really anything in two months, just a few mindless sex sessions where neither of us come and neither of us really care. I know that if I lose him I get find someone new, someone who I can learn to love, but the thought of a constant memory of him haunts me. I remember when he used to hold onto me like I was the only thing he had, and now his hands are empty and my heart is empty and he stays on his side of the bed, not rolling over cutely or sneaking looks at my sleeping face. I remember the way he used to make me feel, and the lewd looks that he would give me when he came. "Sawamura..." my eyes opened to see the ceiling above me. It takes a second for me to remember that he doesn't lean over me anymore. "You're going to be late." He said calmly. I sat up, glancing at him sitting at his new desk, on his new computer that he got from his new job. "Okay. You're not going in today?" I asked, he seemed to be pretty comfortable. "Yes, I will later." Sugawara replied blankly. We were fading.
I didn't say goodbye. The sun was blinding when I walked outside, and I held up my hand to block it out. He hates me. I'm not sure I hate him, I think I have just fallen a bit out of love. I haven't felt the same in months, should I break up with him?
I reached the train station, ran up the steps, colliding with a youngish looking man.
"Watch where you're going, asshole!" He exclaimed, and continued running the way I came. Dickhead, I thought to myself as I continued up the stairs.
Work's always the same. Files, scans, papers, more files, data, I feel like an intern. Interns are supposed to do that shit, right? I guess maybe I'm an intern. I get paid like one at least.
There's no point in going home, but I do it anyway. It's not like Sugawara will be very welcoming.
"Hello, Sawamura." He says tightly, I don't even bother looking at his eyes anymore, there's nothing to see. He doesn't look at me with full eyes anymore.
I wish we could just break up.
Just then, I notice a used condom wrapper on the floor.
What. The. Fuck.
I knew we weren't exactly in love anymore, but that was no excuse to cheat on me.
I pick it up and look at him.
"What is this?!" My tone rises. He looks startled for a second, and then regains a straight face.
"You must have forgotten to throw away the wrapper last time we fucked."
"Suga. That was a month ago! What's going on?! Are you cheating on me?!" I was losing my cool, but he had a forced smile on his face.
"Yeah. I'm cheating on you." Suga said, turning away quickly, using his swivel chair. Daichi spun him back around, speaking quickly before taking a good look at his former lover's face.
"Fucking look at me, dammit! How long has this been happening?!" He raged, and suddenly saw that Suga was crying.
"Suga... what's wrong? You're acting strange." Daichi's voice was calmer, nicer. He wiped away suga's tears with his shirt sleeve, waiting for an answer.
"I--I didn't... I didn't... want to... b-but..." he stammered through the tears.
"But what?"
"He--he made me..."
Daichi saw red. Suga had been sexually assaulted. In his house. In their house.
"Who?! How long?!" Daichi exclaimed, ready to kill whoever the fuck this guy was.
Suga wiped his eyes, trying to contain his tears, but they couldent stop flowing. All the shame that had built up over the past two months just washed over him.
"T-Two months..." he whispered, and Daichi brought him into his big arms, feeling the amount of pain and shame by the way Suga was wetting Daichi's shoulder with his tears. He had never seen Suga cry like this.
"I'm so sorry... how did this happen?!" Daichi wondered aloud.
"We-we were drifting apart... so I went to a bar and got drunk and then went home.. with this guy, and I-I realized that I was sorry and I loved you so I tried to stop him but-but he just woulden't go away... and I just... I just..." Suga explained through his tears, breaking into a quiet sob.
"I just want everything to be okay... I'm sorry I was so distant... I didn't want you to worry..."
"Koushi. I'm so sorry." Daichi whispered, quieting his lover. And suddenly, Daichi realized something.
"Suga, I'm sorry to push any further, but could you maybe, describe him?"
"Um... sorta blackish straight hair... brown... no blueish, eyes... tall... maybe a few years younger? I tried not to look at him..."
Daichi shot up.
"That fucker..." he said under his breath. It was the same guy that had bumped into him earlier.
"Suga, I want you to stay here, okay?"
"Where are you going?" Suga questioned suspiciously, but Daichi shook his head.