Koshi's Curse

Soft

Much like the rest of Daichi's house, the captain's room was a neat and comfortable space, a low futon in the corner, a soft grey rug in the center of the floor. Below the window that stretched the expanse of one wall was a very plain and organized desk that him and Suga often sat at for not only volleyball strategizing, but study sessions as well. The silver haired setter had teased his friend more than once about the lack of personality, to which Daichi shrugged and insisted he had no need for trinkets and clutter, he found it easier to focus when things were simple and in their place. The only thing that kept someone from mistaking his bedroom for the guest room were two framed photos on the stand beside his bed, and a volleyball next to the door.

Looking at them as Daichi finished dressing and toweling off his hair, Suga couldn't help but give a cat's grin at the younger versions of themselves. In one frame was a photo from their first year, the whole club gathered for the team picture, the other their second year. Both pictures were a birthday gift from Suga, the third currently in the works as the setter quietly collected signatures from his teammates, wishing to commemorate their final year with Karasuno.

Pulling the damp towel from his head as he finished roughing up his short brown hair, Daichi draped it over his desk chair and then went to his bed to collect the blow dryer. Looking up, with doubt clear in his eyes, Sugawara hummed suspiciously.

"Have you ever even used a blow dryer?"

"I'm a guy, what reason would I have to use a blow dryer?" Daichi deadpanned.

"I've used one!" Suga huffed, looking to the side as he muttered.

"I guess you don't have to worry about that sort of thing when you cut all your hair off..."

Brow raising, Daichi put a hand to his ear and leaned closer.

"What's that? I didn't catch what you said over the sound of all your complaining."

Sticking his little tongue out, the soggy cat made his way over to the captain's pillow and walked all over it.

"This feels pretty soft, maybe I'll take a nap here and make it nice and damp."

Laughing, Daichi reached out a hand and scooped his friend up before he could get comfortable.

"Oh no you don't, I don't need my pillow to smell like cheap strawberry shampoo."

Swatting the brunette's cheek angrily as he chuckled, Suga yelled at him in a hushed voice.

"You're awful! The absolute worst!"

Trying to stifle his snickering, Daichi carried him to the rug in the center of the room.

"Considering Noya was your other option, I'd say I'm not that bad."

Sugawara's once fluffy tail whipped back and forth irritably as the captain set him down and grabbed a comb off his desk.

"You wait, Daichi. If you turn into a cat, I'm letting Hinata take you home for his little sister to play with, you won't get any sympathy from me."

Grinning at the setter, Daichi plugged the hair dryer in and took a seat on the rug with Suga.

"No you wouldn't. You'd take care of me too."

Giving the captain a sulking glare, he turned his nose away unable to contradict what they both knew was true.

"I'd do a far better job."

Daichi chuckled.

"That's probably true. Your more suited to the caretaker role, I just keep them alive."