Mr Refreshing

A Bizarre Day

The first thought that shoots through Suga's mind when he hears the Vice Principal's voice echo along the corridors, is that they are in trouble. He unhooks his pinky from Daichi's, violently yanking his hand away as he stiffly turns to face the Vice Principal.

"Sawamura-kun," The stocky man repeats with a foreboding voice.

Suga feels the blood drain from his face. He could see from the corner of his eye that Daichi has gone still. He knows that Daichi has had to sit through one too many talks with the Vice Principal where he's had to nod, bow, and profusely apologise, just because he's the captain of the school's most boisterous club. Now, they've been caught holding hands. In school. How careless of them!

It was then that he realised that the Vice Principal wasn't sporting his wig. Then, two figures emerged behind him, backs hunched, clothes sullied, and faces looking as sullen as they get.

"May I speak to you for a minute."

The Vice Principal clearly doesn't mean that to be a question. Suga shoots a glare at the larger of the 2 figures, but Kageyama only glares back. He then shifts his eyes to Hinata, who is pouting as if to say that none of this is his fault.

Daichi seems to have gotten a grasp of the situation by now, and he sighs in resignation. "Y-yes, sir." He doesn't even bother making eye contact with the first years; Suga thinks he's too jaded for that by now. "You go on ahead," Daichi mutters to Suga, and steeling a breath, turns to follow the Vice Principal.

Suga sticks out his lower lip and sighs into it, sending a small puff of breath upwards that rustles his ahoge. He's been made more aware of his little cowlicks since getting together with Daichi, as the captain would mindlessly fiddle with them every time he rested his head on Daichi's shoulders. He kind of likes it, and has actually gone to lengths, with hair gels and blow dryers and whatnot, to ensure that those locks of hair stay... up and fluffy.

Looks like he'll have to head to the gym alone today. How many times can the freak duo send the Vice Principal's wig flying in the course of a year? He's been here three, and his own count is zero. He probably couldn't even if he tried.

Part of him is relieved that they hadn't in fact, been ousted for PDA in school, but a larger part of Suga is bummed. He was looking forward to setting up with Daichi. Their classes end earlier than most on Fridays, and every Friday, the pair head to the courts earlier to prep for training. He likes the alone time when they get to hoist the nets, roll out the volleyball carts, and ready the scoreboards together. Captain and Vice-Captain; boyfriend and boyfriend, doing the things they probably were doing when they subconsciously fell in love with each other.

The gym is empty and dark when Suga arrives. It looks more derelict than it actually is, with sunlight filtering through small windows to illuminate only dust particles floating aimlessly in the air. Suga lets his eyes adjust to the darkness.

Then he sees something that makes his blood curl.

Lying in the middle of the court was what looked like... a corpse? All four limbs splayed out, perfectly still on the floor.

No way. It couldn't possibly be a corpse; he could not be living the life of the guy that's first to discover a murder victim, because he knows the person who finds the body is usually the prime suspect.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit," Suga chants in his head as he steels the nerve to gingerly creep towards the small figure in the middle of the court. The hall is still dark, and at this point, Suga is internally cursing himself for not switching on the lights first, but he's already too close to the corpse to turn away. He peers over to get a clearer look at the person on the floor.