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“Sugawara Koushi, so nice of you to arrive!”
Suga turned on the spot, looking for the source of his name in the crowd. Groups of threes and fours hung around the pool deck, talking and laughing under the twinkling lights. Champagne flutes flashed, people waving to Suga as he searched the crowd. The lights reflected in waves off the water, shimmering around the Oikawa’s backyard.
He caught sight of Bokuto’s and Akaashi’s faces before they disappeared again, lost on the crowded dance floor under the banner proclaiming Congrats on the Engagement!
“Suga!”
Suga winced as a heavy arm slung over his shoulder, Tooru’s unruly mop of hair tickling his face.
“Yes, yes, I’m here!” Suga laughed, righting a slightly wobbly Tooru back on his feet. “Congratulations!”
He held out a small, wrapped present, only for Tooru to toss it lightly on the table next to them. He grinned lazily, flashing his engagement ring at Suga.
“What do you think? Iwa-chan went all out, huh?”
Tooru let the diamond flash in the light, grinning as Suga made appropriate noises of delight. Suga smiled to himself, enjoying the glassy look in his coworker’s eyes he normally never saw.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he said, grinning as Tooru settled into a goofy, glazed smile.
“Suga-san, so much judgment.” He grabbed a champagne flute from a waiter walking by, pushing it into Suga’s hands. “I’m engaged! And I have big news—huge news for you, Sugawara.”
“Bigger than the hangover you’ll have at work tomorrow?”
Tooru just hummed in response, rocking back on his heels as he surveyed the party.
“Oikawa!”
They both turned towards the black-haired man hurrying towards them, Tooru’s face lighting up.
“Iwa-chan!”
He snaked an arm around Iwaizumi’s waist, passing his drink to him. Suga had met Iwaizumi plenty of times—over the past two years he’d become a regular during poker nights. He’d often come by the restaurant to pick Tooru up after his shift, exchanging polite conversation with Suga about his desk job or the most recent volleyball match on TV. He was usually more stoic, only cracking a grin when he knew he had someone—usually Tooru—riled up by his teasing.
His dopey smile and loud voice weren’t anything like usual tonight. Tonight, his smile radiated giddiness, his arms eagerly wrapping around his fiancé’s waist.
“Oikawa wasn’t giving anything away, was he?”
“Only how tipsy he really is,” Suga said with a grin.
Iwaizumi gave a loud bark of laughter in response, sipping on what probably wasn’t his first drink of the night.
“Hajime, I didn’t give anything away,” Tooru whispered loudly, stooping down slightly to cup a hand around Iwaizumi’s ear. He smacked Tooru’s hand away, leaning into his side with a finger to his mouth and an exaggerated shush.
Suga couldn’t help but smile at how happy they both looked, giddy on champagne and wedding plans.
“Ah, Suga-san, I thought I saw Kuroo over there.” Tooru was pressing a second glass into his hands, practically pushing him away. “Go give him a glass, his hands looked appallingly empty.”
He barely got another Congratulations! out of his mouth before the two of them were rushing away, fielding well wishes as they disappeared into the crowd. Suga leaned against the table, watching people mill around the pool deck.
He was amazed by how many people Tooru had invited to the “small engagement party.” Almost everyone from the restaurant was there who wasn’t on shift—Akaashi was currently watching dubiously as Bokuto pulled his shoes off to dangle his feet in the water, Kindaichi was in the corner talking animatedly with Watari and Matsukawa. Suga assumed the people in suits were Iwaizumi’s work friends from the marketing firm, although it seemed like Oikawa’s invites were much more extensive.
“Double fisting this early in the night? I’ve never seen this side of you, Suga.”
“Kuroo!” He gladly passed him one of the drinks Tooru had given him. “Oikawa said you were around here somewhere.”
“Yeah, he mentioned something about you,” Kuroo said, a knowing look on his face before he shifted slightly, revealing a suited, black-haired man at his side. “This is Sawamura Daichi, by the way.”
“Ah, sorry!” Suga clapped his hands together, turning towards the man. “I would have brought you a drink too. I’m Sugawara Koushi, but you can just call me Suga.”
“Daichi.” The guy stuck out his hand for a firm shake, smiling. “And that’s alright, I’m driving.”
“Yeah, this guy has to take our asses home,” Kuroo said, clapping him on the shoulder. “He owes us after the Midnight Shift Fiasco.”
Suga laughed, catching Daichi’s disgruntled look as Kuroo leaned on his shoulder. “Oh, you know Bokuto too, then?”
Daichi grimaced, shaking Kuroo’s elbow off his shoulder. “Unfortunately. I knew him and Kuroo in high school. They were hell together.”
“Oh, stop. You learned a lot from us.” Kuroo grinned lazily, backing out of their circle. “If you’ll excuse me, I still have to offer my congratulations to the lovebirds.”
He offered a half-hearted wave, leaving Suga and Daichi in silence. Daichi fiddled with the buttons on his phone and Suga couldn’t help but notice how nice his hands were. They looked wide and strong—like the rest of him, if Suga was being honest. He grinned to himself, laughing as Daichi automatically smiled back.
“It’s nice to know Kuroo and Bokuto haven’t changed since high school,” Suga said.
“Yeah. They’re great though, don’t get me wrong. They’ve gotten me out of a lot shit, even if they started half of it.”
“Does this have anything to do with the Midnight Shift Fiasco?” Suga asked, his smile teasing.
Daichi laughed, scratching the back of his head. “They told you about that? Not one of my better moments.”
“They won’t say a word about it, actually. Very mysterious.” Suga bumped his shoulder against Daichi’s playfully. “Don’t worry, your secret’s still safe.
“Good.” He stuffed his hands in his suit pockets, rocking forward on his toes. “I can’t start off looking like a complete idiot.”
“The night is still young.”
Daichi opened his mouth to retort, his cheeks pinking slightly in the glow of the pool lights, before Tooru stood up on a table in the center of the deck, clinking his glass with more force than entirely necessary.
“Can I have your attention, please? Hajime and I would like to make an announcement!” Tooru wobbled slightly on the table before catching himself and someone let out a wolf whistle, the crowd laughing. Iwaizumi stood below him, looking ready to put a hand out if he fell.
“As you all know, Hajime and I are getting married.” He paused, looking down at Iwaizumi with an expression of complete adoration. Iwaizumi smiled right back and Suga covered his mouth, trying to hide his amusement at their tipsy affection. He heard Daichi snicker beside him.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better fiancé. Honestly, Ms. Iwaizumi, good job raising this one.” Tooru raised his glass in her direction as the crowd laughed again, a few cheers going out. “And we want the right team to help us make our day the best it can be. So we’re asking Sugawara Koushi and Sawamura Daichi to be our best men! What do you say?”
A smattering of applause broke out and Suga looked at Daichi, smiling as he looked back with wide eyes. Hands clapped them on the back and Bokuto appeared, yelling something indecipherable over the crowd. Tooru was looking at them now, hands on his hip in question.
What were the odds? Suga just laughed, holding up a thumbs up, glad to see Daichi doing the same. Tooru clapped, spilling his drink slightly before somebody reached up to take it away.
“Alright, we have our best men! Thank you everyone for showing up, I hope you have a good rest of the night. Look out for your save the date and make sure to tell Iwa-chan how pretty he looks tonight.”
Suga watched Tooru hold his hands out for Iwaizumi to take, helping him down off the table, before his view was blocked as Bokuto slung his arms around him and Daichi, pulling them in close.
“The best men! You two are going to plan the best bachelor party, right? I’ve got ideas for both of you, don’t worry.”
“Sounds like a lot of work with Oikawa-san,” Akaashi said from somewhere near Suga’s elbow.
Suga let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, eyes meeting with Daichi. It was definitely going to be something, planning everything in meticulous detail Tooru obsessed over. What had he gotten himself into?
***
Suga’s phone vibrated from somewhere under his pillow and he rolled over, sighing as he fumbled for it with tired hands. He opened up a text from Tooru, squinting at the sudden light in the dark of his room.
don’t forget about our meeting next friday!!! you’re the best! don’t be late, suga-san
Suga groaned, dropping his phone somewhere in his sheets and rolling over onto his stomach. He loved Tooru, he really did, he’s known him since high school, gotten his hostess job fresh in a new city because of him. He could do this for Tooru.
And, Suga thought, burying his smile in the fluff of his pillow, Daichi wasn’t half bad. He hugged his pillow, curling up on his side. If he was being honest with himself, his teasing hadn’t been strictly platonic. Suga smiled into his pillow again, picturing that cute blush Daichi had gotten right before Tooru’s speech.