"And that concludes the tour of Kurasuno high!" Sugawara swung his arms open as he turned to face me with that bright smile of his.
"Thanks Sugawara-kun," I smiled back at him and giggled lightly.
"Sugawara sounds so formal, didn't I ask you to call me Suga?" He cocked a brow and crossed his arms. I laughed a little louder, I walked over to him and playfully punched his shoulder lightly.
"Yeah, yeah whatever Suga-kun." I giggled as he faked being hurt and fall to the ground, grabbing my arm and dragging me down with him. I landed on top of him, my hands behind his head cushioning the fall a bit. Sugas arms were snaked around my waist, stabilising my own fall.
I lifted my head and made eye contact with him, he gave an awkward smile and small apology. I crawled off of him and helped him up to his feet, we brushed ourselves off and stood there like a couple of idiots.
"Are you sure your a third year?" I teased, leaning in closer to him.
"I don't know, Are YOU a third year?" Suga shot back, poking at my sides. I let out a weird noise and covered my mouth instantly. Suga and I stood frozen in place as the lunch bell signalled. All of a sudden he was right in front of me.
"[y/n]...are you...ticklish?" His words rung in my head as I stared at one spot off in the distance.
"No..." I said, you know, like a liar. I made eye contact with him again, his hazel orbs staring right into my soul and immediately knew it was a white lie. A moment of silence was held before he lunged at me and started tickling my sides, I let out cries of laughter and attempted to push him away.
"ST-stop!" I was unable to stop laughing, I heard Suga laugh along with me. He was obviously enjoying torturing me with tickles. Suga had somehow found his way behind me and was hugging at my sides when he saw Daichi and Asahi making their way up to us. He finally let me go when they noticed us.
I had stopped giggling by the time the two other third years were next to us.
"It's good to see you again [l/n]-san." The Jesus man, I mean, Asahi said with a lope sided smile.
"Is it your first day at Kurasuno today?" Daichi asked.
"Please, just [y/n] is fine. And yeah, Suga was giving me a tour this morning" I explained with an unconscious grin plastered on my face when I thought of Suga.
"So that's why you weren't in class earlier!" Daichi exclaimed as he slapped Sugas back. The boys continued to laugh and talk a bit, including me into the conversation every now and again. The boys explained that after touring a new student the new kid and the person who gave them a tour are allowed to leave the school. I found that a little strange but considering how late it is in the day after a walk around the entire school, I could understand.
The third years told me how they didn't have training today but they still went to the gym because the team loved volleyball so much and the first years were going to want to train anyway. I laughed at how addicted people can be to volleyball, I mean I remember that when I first started playing I never wanted to stop.
We made our way to the gym to find Kageyama and Hinata yelling at each other. I heard Daichi and Suga sigh/
"What is it this time?" Suga asked tired of the constant arguing and bickering between the two first years.
"BAKAGEYAMA PUNCHED ME IN THE ARM AND THEN MY ARM AND HIS HAND WAS LIKE 'GWUAH' AND 'FUFU' AND NOW ITS ALL COLOURFUL!" Hinata yelled and jumped as he pointed to a blushing and very confused looking Kageyama.
"BOKE HINATA BOKE!" Kageyama yelled, punching Hinata again.
I started laughing once again, this time the third year boys joined in my fit of laughter. Hinata zipped between us yelling and asking what was so funny, which just made me laugh even harder. I was on the ground struggling to breath when Daichi composed himself and told the alien duo what was happening.
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The Sleepover [Suga x FEM!reader]
FanfictionSoulmate AU: The black print When you're born you have a black mark where your soulmate touches you for the first time, when you do touch - the mark bursts into colours then fade after a few weeks. But what happens when (y/n) doesn't have a mark? Wi...