Talent Is The Key To Love (DaiSuga fanfic)

The Creatively Cute Combination

Amazement coursed throughout the crimson liquid inside of Sugawara, as the unbelievably pleasant melodies reverberated throughout the little, lilac bedroom. The world seemed to illuminate independently, as if the sun echoed even louder with its bright light, the masterful performance btinging unadulterated happiness to the humble abode. However, despite the absolute pride that the grey-haired setter possessed for his underclassman, a little bit of envy entered his conscience at the absolute confidence Kageyama displayed. If only he could punch his demons as easily as his kouhais....

The marvellous melodies invaded the upperclassman's inexplicably hammering heart, as empathy immediately consumed the deafening pounds, silencing them in thousands of transparent tears descending down and down his cheeks. It was never intentional to helplessly weep in the line of sight of a teammate, however the crystal clear droplets, the tsunami of emotion bottled itself up behind an enormous iron bar for generations upon generations. The overwhelming desires and feelings had to be relieved in one way or another.

Opening his sapphire irises once more, guilt instantly crashed like a massive wave over the younger setter, as short hiccups made his heart ache a little at the mere thought of disastrously distressing his friend. "Holy..." Hurriedly hugging the quietly sobbing setter, Kageyama anxiously apologised in rapid blurts of fear. The previous wound definitely left the biggest bruise imaginable, who knows what the mother of the group could do next?

Squeezing his ocean orbs tightly shut in an almost painful fashion, the underclassman began bracing for the incredibly frightening force that Suga's deepest emotions could project. Hinata's meek, little scratches baled in comparison to the potentially life-threatening wounds that the grey-haired setter possessed the capability of delivering, and that unpredictable quality made him become partially afraid of his own mentor.

Complete and utter concern etched itself in his voice, although the natural deepness, as well as the additional maturity provided a certain hilarious yet horrifying creepiness to the inquiry. "Are you OK, Suga? I'm so sorry if I upset you, I didn't mean it at all."

A couple of sharp breaths flowed in and out of the elder's lungs, before a reply finally reverberated quaintly throughout the little, lilac bedroom. Compassion became unbelievably apparent on Kageyama's perplexed however caring expression, the appreciation for the incredibly infectious charitable nature the team had passed onto him like a rapidly spreading virus. A superpower had speedily transported itself to member after member, and the one with the coldest heart began to thaw at the tearful upperclassman. "N-no Kageyama, don't be sorry. It was just so wonderful that I just started crying haha." A little laugh escaped through Suga's tears, as the gentle touch of Kageyama's fair-skinned finger wiped several away.

"Thank you." The two seemingly insignificant yet perfectly polite words were whispery however easily heard and registered in the younger's astounded conscience. Nobody had ever particularly thanked him for anything before, not even the bubbly middle blocker who he loved so dearly. Therefore, when the quiet yet audible enough sentence slowly flowed like a calm river from his larynx, the only plausible reaction that the shorter-lived setter could possess was a stunned gaping of his mouth, before a deeply crimson blush rapidly spread across his astonished face, and he scratched his ravenette hair in apparent embarrassment with a chuckle as quaint as that surprisingly simple yet significant sentence.

His attention immediately returned as soon as the grey-haired guy reopened his slightly chapped lips. "Anyways, I know you don't have good grades, Kageyama, but-" Suga instantly paused once he noticed a severely furious scowl settling itself on the underclassman's face, the pure rage in his ocean orbs saying it all so that no words needed to be said.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry. Hehe." An inexplicably humiliated tone consumed his voice, and a little hint of fear mounded itself in as well. A similar crawling of a crimson complexion slithered like a snake across his cheeks, as he somehow managed to minimise his mortification for a few seconds, before an awkward giggle brought it to light. However, the slightly apparent anxiety in his chocolate irises only increased as the furious sapphire daggers remained fixed on him. He needed to calm him down, or at least put his best foot forward. "That was bad of me, Kageyama, I know but it's only a comment and I didn't mean to."

A small, almost silent sigh expelled itself from the younger setter's lungs, as the daggers stabbing the upperclassman were finally released, slicing the incredibly palpable atmosphere with the bluntest of knives. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"It's OK, Kageyama." Forgiveness immediately overwhelmed Suga's heart, murdering the remaining amount of life in the embarrassment. "I know it's hard for you so I'll let it go." Little smiles, sincere smiles lifted the mood even further as the underclassman eagerly edged the elder to carry on with what he was going to say.

"Anyways," Suga started, a miniscule amount of reluctance creeping through his veins. What if Kageyama did not want to do this? What if he hated him for it? Regardless of the inifinte insinuations that his mind inevitably conjured up, he forced the humongous hesitation aside as he needed to know the truth before the jumping to conclusions could ever occur. "Would you like to write a song with me and perform it at the Talent Show? A love song for our crushes perhaps?"

"As a way to confess?" Kageyama murmured, event though no one apart from the grey-haired setter could possibly hear him anyway. He placed an index finger to his chin, clearly deeply in thought, the train of consciousness running rapidly along its tracks. Pros and cons, advantages and disadvantages, benefits and consequences reigned over his mind like the tyrannical King of the Court he was before. The only significant difference was that the person forcefully pressing egotistical ideas into him was his own conscience. Was this a sign of his previous habits coming alive again? Was this more destructive than in Junior High? Did he really wish to do this with the eldest senpai in the team? He instantly knew the answer to that, a lightblub immediately illuminating at the sheer determination.

"Yes. But I have a couple of questions." The reply rolled off his tongue effortlessly, the hesitation in his head fleeing as soon as the definitive answer appeared. He caught a glimpse of a surprised Sugawara, who he guessed supposed that his nearly crippling lack of communication served as the perfectly plausible reason to decline the offer. However, the underclassman could never decline a challenge, the one and only thing he could do was attempt to defy the limits that a challenge put directly in front of him. The astonished expression eventually evaporated from the elder's face, urging him to query him about absolutely anything.

"What should we call the song?"

The thoughtful train relentlessly chugged along the tracks of creativity, as it transferred from Kageyama's to Suga's station in a heartbeat. Yet, the train never stopped its speedy movement along the generation of faultless ideas, eventually landing at a single stop. A song where their deepest desires were accurately expressed, a song about how the newly formed dynamic duo felt, their extremely positive emotions towards the loves of their lives. One perfect name entered his mind in that moment.

"I think we should call it...."