Mr Refreshing

Three Things About Suga, and One About Asahi

Daichi learns a few things about Suga  in the ensuing weeks.

The first, is that Suga is flirtatious. Very flirtatious. And not in a pure, childish way, too, despite his wide-eyed, best efforts to make his passing sexual innuendos and entendres sound as innocent as possible. Somewhere between the cheeky winks during class and the casual pats on his ass as they walk past each other during practice, which were almost always followed by a squeeze, Daichi had realised Mr Refreshing was not as angelic as it seemed. He should've figured, though. Suga had been known to have a bit of a wild side, which was how he got along so well with Tanaka and Noya.

The second, is that Suga could play the piano. This had never come up in any of their conversations over the past three years, so when Daichi stepped into Suga's bedroom one Thursday afternoon and spotted a Clavinova lying forlornly against the wall, he'd practically begged Suga to play.

"I haven't played in years," Suga shook his head abashedly. "I used to learn up till middle school, then just, didn't have the time for it I guess."

It had taken Daichi a whole fifteen minutes of tickles and kisses, followed by another ten minutes of figuring out how to plug the Clavinova in to make it work, before Suga begrudgingly sat down to play it. "I'm not good," he warned, but his fingers started moving, and Daichi immediately realised what a lie that was.

It was  a simple tune from Ghibli's Spirited Away – [Itsumo Nando Demo]. Daichi could tell that it wasn't complicated, but it sounded so melodic, so beautiful, so pure. Suga looked like an angel, his slender fingers gracing the keys effortlessly, his lips pressed into a thin line as he concentrated on the music. Daichi had sat on the edge of Suga's bed, taking in every sight, every note. My boyfriend is a work of art.

The last thing that Daichi learns is something he finds himself to be much more averse to than the previous two. It is that Suga doesn't say "I love you" easily. Daichi had tried coaxing it out of the setter more times than he cared to admit, but Suga was smooth in dodging the response. "I love you"s that came at the end of the day were followed by "See you tomorrow". "Just so you know, I love you"s that came out of nowhere were addressed with kisses on the nose, "I know, babe" and all forms of loving acknowledgements, all but an "I love you too".

Daichi tried not to get too hung up about this; he knew his time would come once Suga was ready, and there was no use in trying to force it out of his strong-willed Vice Caption, but as the weeks passed by and the their relationship grew to be more enduring, he couldn't help but to vex over it every time the thought popped up.

The rest of the Karasuno team were none the wiser though, although Daichi had a hunch that Tsukishima had caught onto something. Even so, the lanky middle blocker hadn't made any moves save for his occasional smirks, and Daichi was perfectly at peace with that.

Except now, he's sitting on the bleachers by the empty volleyball court, Asahi beside him, waiting with an expectant look on his face. Daichi laces his fingers together, not knowing how to begin.

It was just a kiss – Daichi had stepped into the bathroom to wash his face after practice, when he felt a slender hand slip around his waist.

"God, Suga," he whispered, turning around as the water trickled off his face onto both his and Suga's jerseys.

The Vice Captain had just laughed in response, planting a kiss firmly on Daichi's lips. His thumb rode along the waistband of Daichi's shorts, dipping into caress his adonis belt. Daichi could only emit a muffled groan, which grew louder as Suga's kisses trailed from his lips to behind his ear.

"Suga, c'mon," Daichi attempted again. "We were supposed to be careful." Truth is, a part of Daichi didn't want his boyfriend to stop at all, but he had to hide the raging hardness that was growing in his shorts, for as flirtatious and dirty as Suga had been over the past weeks, they'd never actually done anything.

Both of them had failed to notice the closed cubicle door until it was open, Asahi's ashen face peeking out, his eyes filled with panic as they flickered between Daichi and Suga.

Somehow that all led to Daichi alone with Asahi on the bleachers, as Suga had reasoned that it would be strange and intimidating if they had to explain everything to the bearded giant as a couple, and that it would be better for one of them to do it alone.

Daichi sighs, "Why were you in the cubicle to begin with, Asahi?" He closes his eyes to rub the bridge of his nose.

Asahi sighs back in response. "I get shy peeing at the urinals, okay? And I think you have more explaining to do."

"Suga and I are together."

"I mean, I figured it was sooner or later anyway, but you guys didn't -"

"Wait, wait?" Daichi's eyes snap open. "What did you mean by 'sooner or later'?"

Asahi's eyes grow wide again, as if he is wondering if he's said something wrong. "I-I-I mean," he stutters, "it was pretty clear you guys are in love with each other..."

"What?" Daichi asks, genuinely confused.

"Look, it doesn't matter, but you guys didn't tell me anything?" Asahi frowns. "Man, we've been through everything together."

Daichi takes a long, slow exhale. "Okay, I'm sorry Asahi, you would've been the first person we told anyway. We just didn't want to freak the team out before Nationals."

"We wouldn't have been freaked out." Asahi says earnestly.

"Well, not you maybe, but think of the rest of them monkeys. Maybe not 'freaked out', but definitely excitable." Daichi points out.

"Fair point," Asahi concedes. "How long has it been anyway?"

"Just over three weeks."

"I'm happy for you guys," Asahi smiles.  "I call best man at the wedding."