(FINISHED) Haikyuu oneshots(lemons,fluffs,smut) And My Haikyuu Art

Rewriting my first oneshot.

Suga awoke, laying on a hospital bed, bright white light stinging his eyes. Why couldn't the lights just be off? He felt aching pain in the majority of his body.

He scanned the white room, left and then right. He noticed a small sofa opposite the bed, and a few machines either side of him, making an irritating beep beep beep noise continuously.

"Where am I?" He muttered, pondering over the simple question that was wracking his brain. "Who am I?" The scary question jumped from his mouth effortlessly. It frightened him.

Daichi audibly sighed. Practice was no fun without that stupid dork bothering and joking with him. There was only so much of Asahi's anxiety complaints he could take.

Suga hadn't been in for days, so Daichi was worried, obviously. "I'll go and see him after school..." Daichi said aloud. It was better to check on him than not.

Not many people knew this, but Suga's parents had a strong dislike towards him. They wanted him to be a business owner, not a worldwide volleyball player! That dream was childish and unachievable.

Daichi knew better than to knock on the door. Suga had warned him about it plenty of times previous, but Daichi didn't care. Suga wasn't answering his phone.

Daichi knocked the door with a ratatata. A small woman answered the door, with long wavy grey hair and pure green eyes. "Can I help you?" She snapped.

"I'm looking for Sugawara Koushi. Is he in here?" Daichi asked, caution wracking his voice as he looked at the woman.

"He was admitted to hospital three days ago, now go! Go away! Don't come here again!" She shouted.

Daichi only nodded and turned away. His legs were sore and aching from practice, but that didn't stop him sprinting as fast as he could towards the hospital.

Swear dropped and came from places that is sort of abnormal to sweat in. He hoped that he got there to see Suga and that he was okay.

He sprinted into the hospital, frightening the receptionist. "I'm here...for...Sugawara Koushi...ha..." he panted, hands rested on the desk.

"Are you immediate family?" She asked, deadpanned and unfazed. Her voice sounded like a posh chicken cluck.

"Uh...I'm... his brother!" Daichi exclaimed, standing up straight.

"Room 518" she said.

It took awhile, but Daichi eventually found the room. He burst in, desperation in his voice, frightening the confused individual on the bed. "Suga?!" He exclaimed.

"Su..ga? Is that...my name?" He asked, unsure. It was clear he was bewildered, the look of fear and confusion is his eyes shone brighter than any lights in the room.

Daichi stood there, dumbfounded. It took a moment, but he eventually understood. He gripped Suga's hand. "Yes. It is. It's me, Daichi. We play volleyball together at Karasuno highschool?" He said.

Suga looked at the hold on his hand. "I..see..."

A nurse opened the door. "Oh! I didn't realise you had a visitor." She exclaimed. She was a bright, young and bubbly.

Daichi slipped his hand from Suga's. "Ah, yes. It's nice to meet you. What happened to him?" Daichi asked, feeling rushed and a little bit flushed.

"From what we at the hospital know, he had crossed the road, and a lamppost slipped and fell on him. Luckily, someone was able to get him out before it set alight" (If you know what video I'm referencing I love you) she explained.

"Unfortunately his memory was mostly wiped. There may be some way to get it back, but we won't know. Thankfully, he's allowed to be discharged today. We were waiting for him to wake up. If you could take him?" She continued.