just a little taste, babe // terushima x suga

just a little taste, babe

Sugawara Koushi is many things. He's a reliable setter and pinch server—he's smart as a whip with a wicked mischievous side—and he's a god damn nightmare on the dance floor. Terushima can't take his eyes off of him.

He shouldn't stare like this, he knows, though he does nothing to avert his gaze from Suga, who's dirty dancing on a tall brunet. He just—he shouldn't. Suga's probably definitely off-limits, anyway. So Terushima downs the rest of whatever's in his cup and drums up the willpower to turn his back and walk away.

The first party of the school year is in full swing. He spots Oikawa and Semi making out on a couch and a few of the Aoba Johsai brothers standing around with drinks in hand. In the living room, the Fukurodani and Nekoma crews have a rowdy game of flip cup set up; Bokuto's trying desperately to get his cup to land the right way. He shoulders past a clump of Inarizaki brothers to find Bobata, who's waiting for him in the kitchen with a fresh concoction in a new cup. "You score?"

Right. Terushima had initially left to hit up a girl from his history class. Instead, he'd laid eyes on Sugawara Koushi and momentarily forgotten everyone else existed. He just shrugs. "Nah, couldn't find her, but whatever!" he says brightly.

Bobata nods and claps him on the shoulder. "Fuck yeah, dude. Plenty of fish in the sea. I struck out with that cute library assistant, but..." He trails off, smile sliding off his face. "Don't turn around, but the vice president of Karasuno is staring at you. No, I said don't—"

Terushima turns around, and comes face to face with none other than Sugawara Koushi. He pastes on a smile. "Ah, Suga! What a surprise!"

Suga fixes him with an unimpressed stare. "You're in my frat's house. It shouldn't be a surprise to see me here. Also, I saw you staring at me earlier."

Out of the corner of his eye, Terushima notices Bobata slink away and start chatting with some short guy with spiky two-toned hair. Traitor. Before he can decide whether to make up an excuse or admit the truth, Suga's talking again, taking a step into his space. "See something you like?"

"Yeah, that brunet was pretty hot," Terushima says nonchalantly, "Because I'm pretty sure it's not bro code to check out your ex's exes."

"Maybe, but consider: we're not bros. See, you really broke Daichi's heart in the spring, you know," Suga says rather matter-of-factly. "And as his friend, I hate your guts for that."

"Didn't you break Daichi's heart back in high school, though?"

Suga doesn't answer. Another step. The edge of the counter digs into Terushima's back as a smirk flickers across Suga's features. "Do you know how extremely obvious you are when you're jealous? Poor Kuroo thought you were my boyfriend with the daggers you were glaring at him."

"Tell Kuroo I'm terribly sorry, but I can't be jealous of someone I'm not dating."

"Oh, he offered a threesome."

Suga's pushing his buttons, if the smug little twist of his thin lips is anything to go by, and Terushima fucking hates that. Pushing buttons and making innuendos is his game, and he'll be damned if he's outdone. But now that that image is in his head, he has to force it away before he does something like blush or pop a boner. "As hot as that sounds, I prefer giving all my attention to one person."

Suga laughs at that. "You know, sometimes I wondered what Daichi saw in you. You don't really seem like his type. But he's the kind of person who sees the good in everyone."

"It's funny you say that, because when I watched you grind up on Kuroo, I think I got a pretty good idea of what Daichi saw in you."

It's a little low and they both know it. Suga's jaw clenches. "You're not making a great case for yourself."