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Daichi and Suga - Saturday

~This is a fluff~

Word Count: 400 Words

>Suga's P.O.V<

The mid morning rays were warm and inviting that Saturday, I remember clearly, or as clearly as I could of how it was. Everything was warm and my vision a bit blurred as my eyes still hadn't done away with sleep, so I suppose even if I remembered everything exactly the recollection wouldn't seem very sharp anyways.

There was nothing particularly special about this Saturday, other than the fact that I had Daichi in my arms and I in his, that would always be special, but it wasn't out of the ordinary. Actually, when I think about it, there's no way I could distinguish this Saturday from the other Saturdays like it. I guess now it's just one memory representing dozens of the same nature.

Daichi exhaled as the additional heat began to make his body stir. With his body being on the window side of the bed he was exposed to the brunt of the sun's rays. I drifted into consciousness from his shifting, I remember breathing in deeply as I awoke, and tightening my arms around his waist.

"...Koshi" Daichi murmured under his breath, his voice was low and gravely as his first words of the day managed to escape his lips.

I loved his morning voice.

"What is it? You're not thinking of getting out of bed are you?" I asked softly, my voice muffled by me burying my face into his chest as I made sure to keep him close. I inhaled sharply and picked up a fresh wiff of his scent, if I remember the proper name I would say cedar wood... Although I'm not sure. I just know I loved it and the fragrance instantly calmed me.

I heard a chuckle from him in response to what I said, and I felt it rumble through him as my forehead pressed against his sternum.

I felt one of his hands lift from being wrapped around my shoulders and back. The light graze of his fingers against my neck made my back arch slightly, and in response I entangled my legs with his and hummed softly. His moving hand eventually stopped at the back of my head, his fingers almost immediately became entwined into my hair. I then suddenly felt a familiar warmth against my forehead as his lips pressed against it.

"Oh course not, it's Saturday afterall."