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“You’re ready already?”
Daichi paused in the doorway, coffee mug in hand, just to stare at Suga.
“Of course I’m ready. When am I not ready?” Suga beamed at Daichi, fixing the watch on his wrist before fiddling with his top button a little.
Daichi looked at Suga incredulously as he handed over the mug,
“Every morning you have a day off.”
“Pshh,” Suga took a sip of the coffee before leaning in to give Daichi a quick peck on the cheek, “Bull. I’m the best at getting ready in the morning.”
A small smile spread across Daichi’s face and he shook his head and sighed,
“Well if you’re ready then we can get going in five?”
“Eh! I mean,” Suga cleared his throat, “Of course we can.”
Daichi just shook his head.
“Oh wait!,” Suga turned to quickly set his mug down on the dresser beside them before grabbing Daichi’s face, pulling him in closer for a kiss. The uncontrollable smile spreading across Suga’s mouth forced them to pull away from each other. Daichi huffed a smile as he rolled his eyes. “A birthday kiss for the birthday boy.”
“So now we can go?”
“At least let me finish my coffee!”
~*~
“And what time were you coming home?” Asahi asked, frowning at the pair from beneath his glasses. Hair still adorably mussed up from where Noya had undoubtedly tousled it after waking Asahi.
“We should be home by four,” Daichi said, helping Suga wrap a scarf around his neck.
“Have a good day out! Don’t come home too early!” Noya bounced over to the pair. Giving them both a kiss.
“That makes me want to come home early,” Daichi raised an eyebrow as Noya just grinned up at him.
“But it’s your birthday! You gotta go out and have fun!” Noya spun Daichi around and gave him a little shove.
“Fine, fine. Don’t set the house on fire, Asahi,” Daichi sent a glare Asahi’s way.
Asahi just pouted,
“Stop picking on me.”
Suga laughed as he slipped his hand into Daichi’s, gently pulling him along,
“Let’s get going.”
~*~
Hand in hand the pair walked down the road. Opting to go by foot to their destination. Daichi sighed as he looked up at the sky, then over to the road beside him. Smiling as Suga bumped against him a little firmer than before.
“What?” Daichi turned his smile towards Suga, bringing his free hand up to his mouth when he spotted the pout on Suga’s face. “What?” Daichi repeated, voice slightly higher as he held back laughter.
“Nothing,” Suga continued to pout.
Daichi didn’t bother holding in his chuckle.
“Come on,” Daichi nudged Suga with his hip. “Tell me what’s up.”
“I can’t, it’s your birthday, and I have to be nice to you.”
Daichi snorted.
“That didn’t stop you last year. Or the year before. Or any other year.”
“Hey, I’m trying to be a good boyfriend,” Suga pinched Daichi’s arm hard. The special kind of pinch where he only grabs a little bit of skin but is sure to twist as hard as he can. Daichi yelped, trying to jump back though Suga just held onto Daichi’s hand to bring him back closer.
“I don’t think that helps you be a good boyfriend,” Daichi winced as he rubbed at the sore spot on his arm.
“Hmph,” Suga’s pout intensified as turned his head, Daichi laughing at him again.
“Come on, your favourite bakery opens up soon,” Daichi murmured, pressing a kiss onto Suga’s head.
~*~
“This makes up for everything,” Suga murmured as he bit into his bread, red sauce oozing out, steam coming up from the bun.
Daichi grinned as he sipped his coffee,
“Makes up for what?”
“Having a boyfriend that wants to go out at god awful times.”
“Is that why you were pouting before?” Daichi raised an eyebrow, setting his cup down.
“Maybe,” Suga took another bite out of his bun.
Daichi just smiled at him, watching as Suga closed his eyes to savour the taste. The spicy smell of the sauce making it’s way over to Daichi. Tickling the back of his throat, forcing him to cough a little.
“Isn’t it my birthday? Why am I treating you?”
“Because you love me,” Suga brought his bun away from his face to give Daichi an innocent look. Daichi rolled his eyes, knowing from experience Suga was anything but innocent. No matter how sweet his face looked.
“Where are we going after?”
Suga swallowed what was in his mouth and set his bun down as he cleared his throat.
“We need to drop by the bookstore first, it’s only open until twelve.”
“Ok then,” Daichi looked down at his phone. “We should probably leave soon. It’s the one that has the taiyaki stall on the other side of the street right?”
“Mhmm,” Suga agreed, mouth full of bread again.
Daichi smiled as he brought a hand to Suga’s face, using his thumb to swipe some stray sauce off his face,
“We’ll get going once you finish.”
~*~
With his chest against Suga’s back Daichi carted Suga around the bookstore, eyes scanning each shelf as they passed. Taking his time through the aisles. He and Suga were the only customers in the store. But that was to be expected on new years eve in a bookstore. Daichi took complete advantage of their relative privacy, pressing small kisses to the back of Suga’s neck every time they stopped to look at a book. Suga giggled here and there when Daichi’s touches became ticklish, his hands resting on Daichi’s where they were wrapped around his waist.
By this point Daichi wasn’t even paying attention to the books he was pulling out of the shelf. His head resting on Suga’s shoulder. Just relishing the warmth of Suga’s back against his chest. The way Suga sighed happily and melted a little further into the embrace. Daichi was sure Suga was completely aware he was no longer paying any attention to the book in his hand.
It was nice to do everything slow, at least once in a while.
So slow.
Slow enough to appreciate what they had.
The quiet of the bookstore, and the steady familiar pattern of each other's hearts, pressed together.
Daichi closed his eyes as he pressed his nose into the soft hair at the back of Suga’s head, ruffling the strands a bit as he tilted his head down to lay a string of kisses along the back of Suga’s neck.
“Daichi, I may be wrong, but the last time I checked, this isn’t how you choose books,” Suga giggled, jostling Daichi a bit before leaning further back against him.
Daichi sighed, chuckling himself before opening his eyes and slotting the book in his hands back into the shelf.
“I was letting the universe decide.”
“Here, let’s just grab this one. Kiyoko-san suggested it,” Suga pulled a book out from the shelf, holding the back of the cover up for Daichi to read.
Daichi ignored the book to press a kiss to the side of Suga’s face,
“Sure, anything you think is good I’m sure is good.”
“Sap.”
~*~
“It looks like it’s gonna rain,” Daichi turned worried eyes up to the sky, glancing back down at Suga who had placed his backpack on his chest to rummage through it.
“I don’t have an umbrella,” Suga mumbled, empty-handed.
“Damn it.”
“We could just pop into a shop and buy one.”
“That’s assuming they’re even open,” Daichi snorted as he looked at the time on his phone.
Suga pursed his lips and pulled out his own phone.
“There’s probably a convenience store open at this time.”
“Uh, proba- fuck it’s already starting to rain,” Daichi frowned as he felt a few drops fall onto his face. The few drops were quickly followed by a few more. Then it was as though the sky opened up. Rain fell in sheets across the street, splashing back white with the force it was falling. Suga let out a startled yelp at how quickly the rain started falling, pocketing his phone as he held his back up over his head.
“We need to get out of the rain,” Suga yelled, already running ahead of Daichi.
Daichi just laughed where he stood, shirt already drenched, but jogged after Suga anyways.
~*~
“You’re so wet!” Suga exclaimed as he turned around. Daichi’s shirt heavy with rain water, clinging to his chest like a second skin. “Here, let me warm you up,” Suga placed his hands on Daichi’s chest, Suga’s fingers just as cold as Daichi.
Daichi caught Suga’s hands as they began to squeeze, Suga pouting as Daichi pulled Suga’s hands away from his chest.
“Your hands are freezing.”
Suga kept pouting. Daichi just rolled his eyes with a sigh, letting Suga’s hands go to grab his face and press a kiss against his mouth,
“Come on, you said there’s a convenience store nearby.”
~*~
“This is what you get for being born on new years eve,” Suga said, raising his chin as he brandished his cheap plastic bento box. The clear lid steamed up.
Daichi rolled his eyes as he opened his own box, already having split his chopsticks,
“Right, because there’s actually a curse for being born on new years eve”
“Exactly,” Suga nodded.
Shaking his head Daichi dug into his lunch.
The two of them were still drenched, apologising profusely to the man behind the counter as they entered the store. Having tried in vein to wring their shirts out before stepping in. Now partially dry the pair sat under the overhang of the store front. The cashier having generously lent them two milk crates to sit on.
Rain still bucketed down. Splash back catching the bottom of their pants. Shoes still shiny with rain. The streets were already empty before, but now they were desolate. Rain forcing everyone inside or back home.
Daichi looked over at Suga. A smidge of teriyaki sauce dabbed against the corner of his mouth. Nose scrunched a little as he looked out at the rain. Shivering a bit in the cold wet air. Hair curling up a little more than usual as it dried out.
“I love you.”
Suga glanced over to Daichi, a smile lighting up his eyes as he chewed on a piece of chicken that was partially hanging out of his mouth.
“Mmm?”
“Yeah,” Daichi sat up a little to scoot his milk crate closer to Suga, their damp thighs touching. “Thanks for going out with me. Even though it’s new years eve.”
“Of course I went out with you,” Suga swallowed what was in his mouth, turning slightly to face Daichi a bit more. “I love you too.”
Daichi’s smile threatened to split his face,
“Even though it did rain, nothing could ever ruin this parade.”
Suga snorted before knocking his head gently against Daichi’s.
“You’re so lame.”
“You make me like this.”
With a roll of his eyes Suga turned completely and gave Daichi a quick kiss.
“We might need to come home early.”
“Yeah,” Suga sighed.
“Noya and Asahi are doing something for me, aren’t they?”
Suga chewed on his chopsticks as he looked up,
“Hmm, hard to say.”
~*~
“What do you mean we have a problem? You’re the one who said you’d remember!”
Daichi raised an eyebrow at Suga as he turned around to walk backwards into their apartment.
“It’s fine, we’ve still got an hour till they get home.”
Daichi shook his head as he took his shoes off, both he and Suga staying quiet.
“But what are we gonna do? It’s New years eve Noya, none of the shops’ll be open now.”
“Fuck, forgot about that.”
With his arms folded across his mostly dry chest Daichi watched Noya frown as he pulled a tin out of the oven. Pulling the latch and removing the bottom to reveal a dark brown slab of cake.
“Look! It’s still salvageable!”
“What part of that is salvageable Noya? Even if we cut off the burnt parts I bet it’s dry inside.”
“Well we can just call Natsu, she knows ho- Oh, uh,” Noya looked up from the cake in his hands and made direct eye contact with Daichi. “Uh, you’re home early?”
Asahi looked up and yelped, jumping a bit before sighing and putting a hand to his chest,
“Did something happen?”
“Didn’t you guys notice it was raining?” Suga tilted his head as he frowned, still holding his damp coat and scarf.
“Uh,” Asahi scratched gently at his face, his other hand gently tugging the neckline of his shirt up a bit higher. Noya whistled ‘nonchalantly’ as he looked away from the pair.
“This is what you were doing instead of paying attention to my cake?” Daichi walked over to the pair and pulled Asahi’s shirt down, revealing a few blooming bruises along the base of Asahi’s neck.
“Uh, happy birthday?” Asahi shrugged, face a bright red.
Daichi shook his head and rolled his eyes, suppressing a smile.
“Let’s just call Natsu-san.”
~*~
“Happy birthday Sawamura-san! Not to be rude, but why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you be celebrating?”
“About that.”
“Oh my god! What is that!”
“Well, it’s supposed to be my birthday cake.”
“That’s a cake?”
“Uh, yeah. That’s why I called you.”