Teach Me Kōshi || Sugawara x Reader

13: November Nights

Y/N's POV

I remember exactly how the evening planned out after I had calmed down. Suga offered to take me for a walk in a nearby park. The sun was setting a perfect orange-ish red shade, and the cold winter winds were hidden away by Suga's arm wrapped neatly around my shoulder, like a missing puzzle piece. We stopped at a flat bench where we sat looking at the stars. I rested my head in his lap and he ran his hand through my (h/c) hair.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, staring up at the crescent moon. He stopped massaging my head for a moment, looking down at me. His soft eyes were now brimming with confusion and worry.

"Why?" He asked. I sighed and placed a hand on my forehead, like a dramatic facepalm. He stroked my cheek gently with his thumb and smiled down at me. "You have no reason to be sorry Y/N."

I lifted my head from his lap, my eyes awashed with guilt.. "I'm dangerous, Kōshi." I declared, my glowing (h/c) hair falling over my (e/c) eyes. "I'm a walking time bomb, and it won't be long until I explode like that again. I could hurt you." I looked at the soft emerald grass in shame. Koshi took my right hand in his own and caressed the top of my hand gently. I looked up at him, his usual hazel colored eyes shone bright in the winter moonlight, almost as though they were fighting against the stars in a competition of who could shine brighter.

If that were the case, Suga would win.

I joked in my head, still staring into his eyes. Suddenly, memories of his past words floated into my head.

'If I kiss you, I want you to be 100% sober. I need your heart to be in it."

I leaned closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. I was in a more-than-awkward position, but it was strangely comfortable. My legs were either side of the flat bench, like I was sitting on my bike. My arms fit around him perfectly, there was no tangled mess. It felt so... right.

"Y/N.." Suga's voice came out a mere whisper, he looked down at the ground in shame as his cheeks flushed a bright red. "Remember what I sai-"

My lips connected with his in one swift movement. He hesitated, but I soon felt his arms snake around my waist and pull me closer. The winter breeze was nothing against the warmth of his skin. It was like the entire world around me had fallen, and it was just me and Suga on this shitty little bench in the middle of a cold November night.

I eventually had to break off the kiss, only for fear of suffocation due to lack of oxygen. I smiled, a scarlet blush overtaking my cheeks.

"My heart was in it, I can promise you that."

We laughed and he kissed me on the cheek, before taking my hand and helping me get off of the bench. "Are you sure you're okay to drive home Y/N? It's dark out..." Suga asked as he walked me back to my bike. "I'm fine!" I protested, allowing my hand to slip out of his grasp as I put my helmet on. "Thank you for the lovely evening, Kōshi." I grinned, leaning over to peck his lips lightly before getting on my bike. He gave a smile in reply and watched as I drove off.

I reached the apartment and parked my bike out the front of the building. Noya was probably inside already, binge watching Throne of Kings season 6 without me. I winced as I realized how late I was.

"Well look who finally decided to join me." Noya laughed, pausing the tv to walk over and greet me. He leant in and gave me a quick hug before shuddering away.

"Goddamn you're cold! And not the sexy type. Go take a shower and we can talk about where you were after." He giggled, taking my schoolbag off of my back and pushing me up the stairs to my bathroom.

I showered quickly, changed into comfortably pajamas and threw a towel around my hair. I came downstairs to find leftover snacks in bowls and a gigantic pillow hut stacked in the corner of the room.

It's gonna be one of those nights, isn't it?

I giggled and climbed into the hut, finding Noya in his usual bedtime shirt and sweatpants. We tried watching a movie, but we laid and talked through most of it.

I tried explaining everything that happened to Noya, but I couldn't say 'Suga' without bursting into a giggly mess.

Damn I've got it bad.

When I finished my sad attempt on an explanation, Noya rolled his eyes dramatically and punched my shoulder. "So basically," He began. "You came home three hours late a giggly mess, have your previously neatly tied up hair a flowing pile of chaos, and your body seems mysteriously cold. You're supposed to convince me you 'just talked' with Suga."

I blushed and hid my face under the heavy blankets, laying my head against Noya's shoulder.

"Maybe, Maybe not. I'm a woman of many mysteries, Yū Nishinoya."

"That you are, Y/N Y/L/N."