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Sugawara’s apartment has seen some pretty crazy things.
It witnessed that crazy, drunk dancing phase of yours that knocked over way more than just a few breakable items. Your first kisses as a couple and endless domestic, morning pecks with the ever-so gentle boy. It watched as a multitude of sleepovers went from being strict study nights to early morning giggles thanks to distractions like a new song release, Napoleon Dynamite dance routine attempts, and melted ice cream on cherry-tinted lips.
The poster-covered walls knew you better than some of your closest friends. You’d left your mark there. With little, accidental chips and water-stains on wooden furniture. On that old, grey carpet that caught several pain-drenched tears, while the rest of your crying was usually muffled by Suga’s thin, white t-shirts. By adding a toothbrush as well as shampoo and conditioner to his bathroom.
You, Suga, and the nostalgia-drenched apartment have experienced quite a lot.
And, even if it hasn’t all been perfect, you’ve been lavished in over a year's worth of sunkissed memories. Days that would always start snuggled up under his chin, feeling the reassuring rise and fall of his sturdy chest. With the tenderest of touches, he’d caress your cheek using the back of his hand every morning without fail. Every time you opened your eyes to his chestnut-brown irises, your heart would flutter involuntarily.
It almost seems fake. That this world, which used to seem dull and lifeless, could be painted in a rainbow of colors only the two of you could see.
Once again, you’re splayed across his bed on your stomach, stopping the gentle sway of your legs and placing your phone down in front of you to see Suga’s silvery tufts of hair, his honey-brown eyes gazing thoughtfully at the ceiling.
You’d spent the night at his place again and, as per usual, the morning is quiet. The first 20 or so minutes filled with stretching, phone-scrolling, and snuggles.
He reaches his slender hands upward, stretching his arms toward the open air of the quiet bedroom. A heavy, golden stream of sunlight casts the shadow of a window onto your wall, along with the outlines of his fingers and thumbs. But as he loses interest in the sunrise’s colors that trail down his hand, Suga drops his arm and lifts his to face you, seeking an answer.
Words as soft as a young bird’s feathers ruffle the silence of the cool air.
“Would you be mad if I got super cheesy right now?” Suga asks cooly, his question genuine.
You tilt your head, a small smirk forming because you’ve seen this face before. It’s the look you got before he lavished you with sweet sayings and almost sickening, lovey-dovey phrases.
You used to fuss at him, flick his forehead, cover your face in embarrassment… the whole nine-yards just to avoid his compliments and the tingly feelings that followed.
Of course, you loved when he spoke to you like this. Drawling on and on about something he noticed about you, how lovely you looked in the early evening light, or how excited he is to travel with you, hand-in-hand, this summer. So you let him spin off onto his little train of thought.
“I have a feeling you’re just gonna say it anyways, so you might as well.” You roll your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows and using the palms of your hands to hold your chin.
“You know me so well.” A cheeky grin spreads across his face and Suga shifts himself up and over to you as he gently lays his head onto your middle. It’s a tingly, ticklish sensation. His consistent show of closeness and affection always had you melting into him, like clay being warmed by a careful potter's knowing hands. Your own hands have already begun carding through his unreasonably soft hair and he hums into the touch before continuing his thoughts.
“Y/n, you’re so good to me.” He breathes out, building a web of thoughts. “Things have just… flowed well for me ever since you came into my life.” Suga tilts his head back a little more and brushes the back of his hand on your thigh.
“You always make me laugh, you just get me, and wow are you gorgeous. You’re pretty much perfect.” He says while a smile forms on his visage and heat rises to your own face along with a copycat smile of your own. But the conversation takes an unusual turn.
“And, well, I dunno... sometimes it almost feels a bit unreal.”
He huffs out an amused sigh because the words sound much funnier out loud than they did in his head. But he might as well continue. You’ve heard him say much weirder, far more… questionable things.
You tug lightly at his sterling strands and with a soft, “Mhmm,” and an unseen smile, you prompt him to continue.
“I’m serious! You’ve somehow even managed to work your way into my dreams most nights, actually.” He admits, letting out a breathy laugh and your own soft giggle follows. He notes how nice it is to feel you laugh against his head, mentally snap-shotting the moment.
But Sugawara wants to add one more thing, twisting the moment slightly.
“...so when I wake up, I always wonder if you’ll actually still be there.” The hand that was once twirling his hair now pauses its movements.
You shift yourself up so that you’re sitting, back against the bed’s headboard, Suga’s head moving to be in the center of your lap. You’re now tracing the outline of his face while you process his words, gazing deeply into an unreadable expression.
“So you’re trying to tell me…” You brush a few strands of hair away from his eyes, cocking your head to the side with a look that says, ‘Are you being serious right now?’
“...that because things are going so well right now, hell, maybe a little too well...” You lean in closer to his face, which lays perpendicular to your own.
“...and because I somehow interfere with your subconscious while you’re asleep…” Your nose brushes gently against his, a small flush coloring his pale skin.
“...that you’re worried I might just up and leave you someday?” You quirk an eyebrow and a small smirk appears on your face.
He averts his gaze, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.
You hover over his face a little longer before tilting your head and ghosting your lips meticulously over his. Even though you’ve taken the initiative, it’s impossible to not get a little flustered with his minty breath gently fanning over your face. You become acutely aware of the subtle shifting of his hands, pressing ever so slightly into the bed at your close contact. Suga’s golden-brown eyes close and just as he lifts his head off your lap to steal a kiss, you teasingly lean back earning the sweetest of pouts in return.
At your refusal to appease him, Suga rolls his head to the side, avoiding eye-contact with you.
“Well now I just feel silly.” He sulks, face jokingly downcast and blush lightly tinting the apples of his cheeks.
You can’t help but chuckle softly. Your boyfriend has always been a funny one, but it’s hard for you to believe that he would have so little faith in you. Even if it was a passing thought, you never wanted him to think that the absence of good times meant that you would leave him too.
Because Suga had made a point of always being there.
Always sticking around. Never leaving you, a teammate, a family member, or even a lost stranger behind. He would take anyone by the hand and lead them to a safe place with utmost care. Hell, you bet that even in his dreams, he would still clasp your fingers tightly with his and not let go unless you absolutely begged him… which even in the craziest of dreams, you doubt you would ever ask to untwine your hand from his.
So you decide to be the cheesy one for a change.
You lean over him once more, but this time you use both of your palms to draw his face toward yours. A beautiful, squinty smile adorns your once teasing expression and greets his soft, pouty one. You proceed by blowing cool air into his eyes, causing him to shut them in mild discomfort, allowing you to sneakily take his lips into yours, melding them together tenderly.
He immediately responds by lifting up one of his hands to caress your face, deepening the sleepy, sunrise kiss. It’s warm and comforting. And as though a cool breeze had just brushed over your skin, you feel a shiver run down your arms when Suga gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. Sitting up a little, Sugawara finds himself taking in your saccharine taste. His thumb pleasantly skims over your cheek causing you to smile slightly, breaking the flow of the slow kiss.
As you pull away, you could almost melt at the adoring gaze Sugawara gifts you with. All he can do is blink gratefully at you while relishing in the rare, precious silence. He’s right in front of you, sitting up just enough for the sunlight to catch his silver hair, gracing it with a shimmering gold tint.
You let out a contented sigh and lean forward to place your forehead on top of his shoulder, inhaling his clean lavender scent. It’s fresh and soft. A little smoky even? It might be from that cologne you gave him last Christmas. Nostalgia combined with a hint of sweetly fragranced detergent. You hum into his white t-shirt and he rests his cheek onto the side of your head.
At his touch, you simply decide that he smells like home.
“Hey Suga…?” You whisper through the thin fabric of his shirt.
“Hmm?”
“You’re a little weird...” A humorous, closed-mouth smile forms on both of your faces.
“Hey now, I thought we were having a moment?” Suga sighs in your hair, some of the lose strands tickling your ear in the process.
“Let me finish!” You quietly huff in mock exasperation.
He nods and you sink a little deeper into the crook of his neck, prompting him to place his arms around you to pull you closer.
“I was gonna say you’re a little weird, but I’m glad I’ve somehow made my way into your dreams.”
There’s a pause, a breath, and an exhalation.
“I’m glad because I always want to be with you. Whether it’s here in the real world or up there in your pretty little head.”