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Sugawara Koushi was not having a good morning. First he overslept, which made him miss his usual morning coffees (and let's be honest, the first two cups of coffee had almost become Suga's life source, a necessity to get through the day).
Then at the last minute he remembered he actually had to go to work and was in fact not able to spend the rest of his morning sulking about the lack of caffeine in his veins. He was actually pretty proud of himself for managing to not crash his car in his sleepy state, because then he'd obviously be even more dead than he was now.
He quickly dumped his stuff at the daycare (mainly his coat, it was way too hot out anyways)( how was that even possible, it was september?!) excused himself to Yaku and went out again to buy himself at least a truckload of coffee.
That's the point where everything turned even more to shit; some person ran into him and before he knew it, one and a half of his four precious cappuccinos were splashed on his sweater. More specifically; his favorite, light blue sweater with the white flecks around the neck and wrists.
Suga felt like killing the person who did it, until he saw how built said person was and decided that maybe hurting him and then running away would be a better option. Higher chance of surviving, and all. Maybe. The man’s legs actually looked to be quite dangerous too. Maybe even the most dangerous.
Least to say; he was hot. And yes, Sugawara Koushi was very gay.
He was just starting to think over ways to hurt and get back at the other man without having to risk his life, when the other (hot) man opened his mouth.
"Oooooh my god. Oh my- Oh. My. God. No. Nonononono. Aaaaah, I'm so sorry! Dammit, I swear I'm so, so, so sorry. Shit, fuck- What can I do to make it up to you? I-"
"I'm Sugawara Koushi," Suga interrupted with a hint of bitterness in his voice. "and I think you just ruined my favorite sweater."
Maybe it was a bit petty to include the last bit of information to his introduction, but Suga felt like making him suffer at least a little bit. His apologizing was (kind of) cute.
"Oh- right. Fuck. Eh- I'm Sawamura Daichi, nice to meet you. Or, eh... Maybe not so nice for you, I- God, I'm so sorry! Here, let me at least buy you a- no, two new coffees. Is someone waiting for you? "
Suga shook his head with a straight face. "Eh, not really," the then said simply, shrugging. "They were all for me."
The man (who was slightly taller than Sugawara, dammit) blinked once and then smiled. "Ah, of course! Wait here, I'll get you others." Then Sawamura Daichi was off, leaving Suga to think.
Sawamura Daichi sure was.. something. He immediately gave off this strong, intimidating aura, but once he'd opened his mouth he just came off as a total dork. Maybe it was because he was embarrassed or something, but he didn't sound as intimidating as he looked. His smile was kind of dorky too, now that Suga thought about it. A bit crooked on one side.
Oh no. He was cute. Sugawara was not prepared for any of this at all, now taking revenge without regretting it could be a lot harder now.
When Sawamura (that was his name right?) came back with his coffees, Sugawara wordlessly took them and made a move to leave when Sawamura grabbed his elbow.
"Ah, wait!" he hurriedly said, actually looking guilty. "I- Eh... I'm really sorry about your sweater... I hope you can still wash the stain out but- if not, give me a call, okay? Then- then I'll make sure to- to replace it, or get it fixed or something."
"Oh," Suga said dumbly. He knew he was staring at Sawamura, eyes wide, just looking generally dumb, but he was genuinely surprised. Sawamura was really- really sweet. And smooth.
"Oh, okay," Suga then managed to say. "Thanks, I guess." He indeed spotted a phone number and a name written on one of the two new cups. Tch, he thought, mentally laughing. Even Sawamura's handwriting looked strong. That was almost unfair.
"Oh," Sawamura then said, coughing awkwardly. "I-ll- I'll be going then."
"Yeah," Suga replied with a smile. He couldn't stop his (subconscious) inner idiot from adding a teasing "I'll text you then" to that before he walked back to his car.
The "okay!" he heard behind him almost made him trip over his own feet, but he (thankfully) managed to keep walking in a straight line to his car before getting in, dumping his cups of coffee in his car's (several) cup holders and driving away.
Back at the daycare, the first thing he did was add Sawamura's number to his phone and save it in his contacts. Sugawara would most definitely be texting him soon, not necessarily about whether his sweater was okay or not.
When Keiji entered the building with Shouyou, he looked almost worse than Suga had looked that morning.
"Keiji!" Suga called out cheerfully. "Good morning! Guess what, I met someone really nice on my way here this morning. I accidentally bumped into him and he made me drop my coffee, then he bought me two new ones!"
"That's nice, Suga-san, tell me more about that later, " Keiji replied.
Sugawara almost chuckled, but Keiji looked so tired he decided it would be nice not to. "Shou kept you up again?"
"Nightmares," Keiji muttered, looking at the computer. Let's see who's here today," he murmured mostly to himself. "Hitoka, Ryuu, Yuu, Shouyou, Tobio and Tetsurou."
"Mrs. Kozume called in, Kenma didn't feel too well so he's staying home today," Suga informed him. "And stop calling me Suga-san."
"Okay, Suga-san," Akaashi said. "We have an even number today. Maybe we could do a game in pairs."
Suga nodded and let his thoughts drift off again, back to Daichi and the way you could see how godly his thighs were even though he had sweatpants on.
Those kinds of thoughts went on for about ten minutes, until he noticed that most of the kids for that day were there already.
Would Sawamura be good with kids? I bet he'd be absolutely adorable with babies, but he’d probably be scared he'd drop them. Or at least, he'd seemed like that to Suga, with his constant nervous apologizing.
"Okay, I'm awake now. Why are you smiling? Is that a coffee stain on your sweater?" a familiar voice spoke up, suddenly pulling Sugawara out of his thoughts and making him realize he was indeed smiling and shit.
"Isn't that your favorite sweater?" Akaashi continued. "Why the he- hay are you smiling like you just got a puppy when there's an obvious stain on your favorite sweater? The Suga I know would most definitely be making a scene right now about how the end of the world is coming near and talking about killing the person who did it and remind me of Tooru when Hajime hits him after he's been whining about having to wait too long for the aliens to abduct him."
Suga was mildly impressed and low-key terrified by this reminder of how good of an observer Akaashi was and how he remembered downright everything. Also; during his rant Akaashi's face muscles hadn't twitched in the slightest, only his mouth moving to talk, and by the end of it he didn't even sound out of breath despite saying it all in one go.
Tch, Suga thought to himself. And they say I'm the mom.
"Ah, Akaashi!" Suga said, sounding a lot more chipper than he felt. He still had two more coffees he desperately needed to drink and the caffeine of the earlier two hadn't really gotten through to him yet. "It's nothing big, because yes, it's my favorite sweater, and yes it's ruined but I got the number of a very- a very interesting man in the process."
Akaashi rolled his eyes. "Do I even want to know the full story?"
"Yes, yes, yes, of course you do," Suga cackled in response. "So, I was very stressed and tired and caffeine deprived, and someone walked into me and made me spill two of the four. I was kind of planning his death in the most subtle but painful way possible, since, well, y'know, my coffees and my favourite sweater. Gone. Enough said, I'd say. But yeah, then the man apologized like a billion times and it included a lot of fuck and shit and it was really cute.
He was like- really buff and intimidating, but he almost tripped over his own feet twice. So yeah, he was adorable and then he gave me his number just in case I wouldn't be able to get the stain out my sweater so he could make it up to me."
Meanwhile, Suga had pulled the sweater over his head, lightly wincing when he saw how bad the stain was. He immediately put it in the washing machine they had in case some kid peed his pants.
Then he grabbed a clean shirt from his locker (which was there in case one of the kids puked over his clothes, which had already happened like seven times).
"What is with this cute man I heard of?" a new voice popped up, and Suga held back a groan. He was not prepared for an Iwaizumi- Oikawa Tooru interrogation, but it was basically unavoidable at this point.
It was late. There was no way out of this. Not anymore.
Suga mentally cursed himself for not being able to keep his mouth shut. He had to do everything he could now to not let anything or any hint of Sawamura Daichi is his phone number (or existence) slip. He had zero doubts Tooru would actually google him (or stalk him wherever else).
Suga didn't doubt Tooru's stalking abilities; in fact he had no doubt Tooru would manage to find him somehow and scare him off before Suga would even be able to have his first p proper talk with the man.
He didn't do it on purpose, really. Tooru was just annoying like that. Amazing, strong and secretly very caring, but extremely stubborn and annoying.
"No one of importance," Suga quickly said, immediately followed by a soft "yet" from Hajime.
Damn it.
Hajime was often (read; usually) the... well, the father of the group, the voice of reason when even Suga and Akaashi failed to. But, on the moments you needed him the most he always betrayed you for Tooru and his weird plans that he always denied enjoying.
They knew better, but always just let him be and made fun of it. Hajime was about as dense as a brick, so he didn't really mind made fun of how whipped he was for Tooru. He was often to occupied with other things (read; namely Tooru and Tobio) (whipped, Suga thought again) to notice anyway.
"Suga met someone cute while getting coffee," Akaashi quickly summarized for Tooru, also betraying him. He had his back turned to Suga, but he could hear the smug grin on Akaashi's face from where he was standing.
"Ooh," Tooru cooed, draping himself all over Suga. "What's his name? Did you get his number? Does our cute, innocent mother have a date?"
Suga refused to answer and demonstratically walked over to the now playing Tobio and Shouyou when he heard Akaashi betray him for the second time.
"He does have his number, he didn't really tell me anything else either. But I don't really think it's for a date; the guy made him spill his coffee all over the 'special sweater'."
Suga shook his head to himself in mock anger and turned to Shouyou, who asked him a question Suga didn't understand.
Why the hell had he even made the effort to pick up Tobio when he knew those nosy bastards (aka the poor boy's parents) would come say hi anyway? They probably just wanted alone time but didn't want to admit it.
"Uncle Suga?"Shouyou's voice suddenly got through to him.
"Ah, I'm sorry Shou-chan, could you repeat it once more? I was thinking about something and didn't hear what you said."
"Okay!" Shouyou chirped, not affected by it at all. "I asked if we can play volley again today!"
Suga smiled and ruffled Shouyou's unruly hair. "We'll see, Shouyou. I think we can if it doesn't rain too much."
"Okay," Shouyou said again, satisfied with the answer and went back to playing. Some more kids arrived, their parents left again... but Tooru and Hajime kept lingering in the back.
"Don't you have work to go to?" Suga asked them once he'd made sure all the kids were occupied with something.
"Ah, in like 30 minutes," Tooru smirked, "so we still have some time for a little chat."
"No," Suga immediately said, shaking his head. "No, no, no no and no. No can do. I mean it, I'm not telling you guys anything, because if I do, before I know it you'll have him googled and stalked and know his entire life story and I don't want that to happen. You have no reason to, this time. Okay? So just... go to work already. And bring Tobio here by yourself next time, you lazy ass."
"I wasn't actually planning to stalk him, whoever 'him' is," Tooru shrugged, "but thanks for the idea. I'll consider it an option for later. Don't worry Suga-chan, we'll find out soon enough."
"That's enough, Shittykawa," Hajime finally spoke up, thankfully pulling Tooru along with him towards the exit. "Oh, and maybe next time!" he called over his shoulder with a grin. Then the two were finally gone.
"Phew, I thought they'd never leave," Suga huffed as he let himself fall back in a beanbag chair with his last cup of coffee.
"I hope you do know you can't escape us so easily," Akaashi simply retorted. This time, Suga didn't hold back his groan.