Mr Refreshing

Four Kisses

Daichi stands outside the door of the equipment room, his hand tentatively leaning against its handle. He had been about to slide it open in his desperate search for his Vice Captain, when stuttered breaths and choking gasps from the other side stopped him dead in his tracks.

Suga is crying.

Daichi's fingers tense, then relax. He stood in silence, the moon casting a long shadow over the wooden door as he waits to hear Suga's sobs mellow into soft, intermittent sniffles. All he could think about at this moment in time was wiping the tears from his setter's gentle face, like he did before, but he also knows that Suga had taken off because he wanted to be alone.

That expression... I've hurt him.

Daichi draws in a long, slow breath, and slides the door open slowly.  He steps in to find Suga  leaning against the wall beside the door, his head buried in his knees. He tenses as Daichi closes the door and stoops next to him, but does not lift his face.

"Daichi... Please," Suga's voice breaks, "please just go." Suga's knuckles turn white as he pulls his elbows closer. "Please... just let it go."

Daichi says nothing, and makes no move to leave. Even now, his silver-haired setter looks beautiful to him, his sadness luminous in the moonlight, a mist that wraps him in an embrace; Daichi wishes to take its place.

He leans in to pull Suga into his arms, and the latter chokes out another sob. Daichi feels the setter's lean frame trembling against his chest as Suga's laboured breaths brush against the hollow of his neck. All at once, the floodgates open as Suga pressed his face against Daichi's shoulder, gut-wrenching sobs tearing through him. Daichi holds him closer as the setter's back tremors with the force in which he is crying.

"Suga..." He whispers, feeling his own throat constrict.

Suga pulls away, hot torrents of grief streaming down his face. "What are you going to do about it?" He stares towards the ground with fierce conviction, but a quivering lip gives away his apprehension. "Michimiya-san."

Daichi sighs as he extends an arm towards Suga again. The silver-haired boy flinches slightly, and instinctively, Daichi withdraws his hand. "Suga, please,"

"Just tell me what you're going to do."

Suga's words hang in the air as Daichi studies his face. Finally, he breaks his silence. "I'll have to find a way to say no."

Suga snaps his gaze upwards. "What?"  He almost whimpers. His eyes are searching Daichi's, a glimmer of moonlight hope in his grey irises.

Daichi meets Suga's gaze unflinchingly. "There's someone else."

It is as if someone had dipped red ink onto Suga's damp cheeks, the red spreading outward like watercolor, seeping towards his ears and nose. "Who?"

Daichi holds his gaze steady in silence.

"Who?!" Suga says again, his voice louder this time, a firm challenge that rang through the room.

The pair stare at each other defiantly, as if in a silent argument. Suddenly, rashly, in a heartbeat, Daichi closes the gap between him and the setter, his lips pressing forcefully against Suga's. He feels Suga tense again, but he doesn't care anymore. His lifts a hand to cradle the back of his Vice Captain's head as he kisses even harder, unable to stop the emotions from spilling out.

It only took seconds for the setter to relax, before he kisses the wing spiker back with equal force. Daichi pulls back in shock. "Suga..."

Suga's eyes quiver but never leave Daichi's. After a moment, he lets out a sound that is in between a cry and a laugh. Daichi's heart soars as he takes it all in; how he had been kissed back, how beautiful Suga looks, even as he is wiping his eyes with the back of his wrist.

Suga looks up at Daichi, another broken laugh escaping his lips. This time, Suga is the one who leans in to plant a soft kiss on the captain's lips. "I don't know what this is," He whispers, his hot breath against Daichi's lips, his voice still trembling. "But I know I'm happy," Another kiss; a sniffle.  "Right here, right now, like this." Another kiss.

Daichi pulls Suga in for a full embrace, his own lips caressing the small mark by Suga's eyes that he'd always found so adorable as he wipes the remnants of tears from Suga's cheeks. His lips finally find their resting place on the setter's forehead. He feels tears of his own welling in the corner of his eyes, and within them swirled confusion, relief, happiness, and overwhelming emotion for the boy in his arms.

"I love you." The captain murmurs.

Another rash decision. Daichi braces himself for the setter to pull away again.

Suga doesn't draw back, nor flinch, nor so much as stiffen. He doesn't say the words back to his captain, but responds with a soft "Mm," into Daichi's open chest.

That's enough for me.