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When your classmate told you a third year was asking for you, you panicked a bit. Had you done something wrong? What if it was the upperclassman you’d yelled at last week? He'd said Noya was too short and within seconds you'd blown up. Fear welled up inside of you as you took a deep breath, standing and exiting the classroom under the weight of your peers’ collective curiosity. You walked over to the girl who’d delivered the message. Noya stood up quickly as you walked past, suspecting the same thing you did.
“Do you want me to go with you?” he asked, Tanaka also stepping up. You were grateful for the offer, but you forced a smile and shook your head.
“That’s okay, I’m sure it’s not a big deal,” you said, waving them off. Ever since you given them copies of your notes, they’d become fond of you. “It’s okay, guys, don’t worry about it.” You wished you believed it.
“He said he’d be waiting on the roof,” the girl said quietly, as unsure about the request as you were. The roof? Why would he want to meet on the roof? If the third year wanted to beat you up, the back of the school seemed like a better location.
“Thanks,” you said, nodding in appreciation as you readied yourself. Quickly making your way to the stairs, you hesitated as you started the climb. What was going to happen? It was a boy for sure, so maybe it was the senior that had a bone to pick with you. Shaking your head, you continued on your way. Revengeful senior or not, putting it off wouldn’t benefit you. Finally, you reached the top of the stairs, the door to the roof waiting patiently in front of you. You allowed yourself one more deep breath before reaching for the handle.
It’s now or never.
A gust of wind rushed at you as you swung open the door. You squeaked a bit at the unexpected force, shielding your eyes against the wind and the sudden sunlight. The door growing heavier as the wind blew against it.
“Hey, careful there. Don’t want you getting hurt.” You paused at the voice. That wasn’t what you’d expected. Peering up at the hand holding the door for you, you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the light. “Sorry to call you all the way up here,” he said, smiling sheepishly as he pushed the door open a little wider.
“Sugawara-senpai,” you said, surprised. He looked at you, confused as relief spread across your features. “Oh my gosh, Sugawara-senpai, it’s you! Thank goodness!” you chirped happily, pushing past him and out into the fresh air. The oppressive wind turning playful as it ran through your hair.
“Uh, yeah, it’s me,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Hey, I was wonderi--”
“I’m so relieved. I thought you were going to be that mean third year I got into a spat with last week,” you continued, hands on the railings as you rambled. You turned to grin at him, before pausing, a surprising warmth spreading across his face as he watched you. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No, no. Don’t worry about it,” he laughed a bit, ruffling the back of his hair.
“So why’d you call me up here? What can I do for you, senpai?” You watched carefully, waiting for the sweet smile that finally reappeared on his lips.
“Oh, nothing. It’s not really a request,” he said, his brown eyes warm but hesitant. He walked over to you, grasping the railings nervously as he stared up at the clouds above, moving quickly across the blue sky. “I know this is kind of sudden, but I was wondering if you’re free this weekend.”
“Wait, what?” You said, jaw dropping a bit at his words. You felt a fierce burn across your cheeks and turned to the side, desperately trying to hide it.
“Ah, I mean, no pressure of course,” he said, chuckling as he watched you flounder. “I mean, we don’t really know each other too well, and you are an underclassman,” he said kindly. You appreciated his understanding, weighing his words in your mind.
He was right, you didn’t talk to him very often. You only really knew him through Nishinoya and Tanaka anyway. They’d never had a bad thing to say about him, and he always seemed really dedicated. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t admired his looks every once in a while either. Mind racing, you thought about all the times he’d been kind to you. He was always looking out for his underclassman, you included. You must’ve taken too long to answer, as his smile dropped a bit.
“It’s okay if you don’t want it to be anything special. We can ask some of the team members to come,” he suggested haplessly, eyes finding the sky even more interesting than before.
“O-oh, no, I don’t mind,” you said quickly, turning toward him. “You’ve always been kind to me Sugawara-senpai, and I can’t pretend that I haven’t noticed you,” you muttered, blush intensifying. His head snapped down, the clouds flittering from his mind as he stared at you.
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
“Is this a confession?” you countered, a little embarrassed. He laughed, his body relaxing as though it had been ready to run any second.
“Yes it is,” he murmured, shyly putting his hand on top of yours. Your eyes widened as his face got closer. “I like you.”
“Then yes,” you smiled as he rested his forehead against yours.
“Oi! Suga! Class is gonna start soon!” The both of you froze as Daichi Sawamura burst through the door and into your private moment. He paused, eyes on the two of you as he promptly whipped around and stalked through the still open door back down the stairs.
“I guess there’s no point in keeping this a secret,” he sighed. Looking somewhat rueful that you’d been interrupted. “Do you mind?” He asked.
“Mind what?”
“If I tell the team you’re my girlfriend?” He said, obviously testing you as he threw out the title. While his confession had been somewhat out of the blue, the idea had settled in and it warmed your heart. Being his girlfriend seemed a bit intimidating. He was a senior and you were a junior. Rolling the word around in your head, you didn’t really know how to respond at first. This was a big leap to make. You looked up at him, studying his eyes as you thought about it. You’d heard about relationships like this before, when you grew together in love. That’s how a lot of your friends met their significant others. You opened your mouth, settling on a decision as you remembered the kindness and reliability Sugawara was known for.
“I’d be glad if you did,” you whispered, giggling at his delighted expression. “I have to tell Noya and Tanaka what happened up here anyway.”
“Why do you have to tell them?” he asked curiously.
“Oh, they thought I was gonna get beat up,” you reply, laughing heartily at your own paranoia.
“Beat up?”
“Hell yeah we did! And I guess we didn’t have to worry at all!” Tanaka shouted, he and Noya making a grand entrance as they fought to get onto the roof.
“Sugawara-senpai! Good job!” Noya yelled, thumbs up as he and Tanaka finally forced their way through the opening, falling to the ground. He and Tanaka grinned at you and your new boyfriend, seemingly uncaring about the moment you had been sharing.
“Ah, Sugawara-senpai, do you mind if I get back to class?” you requested, rolling up your sleeves as you stomped toward the two boys, ready to drag them back to the classroom.
“Go ahead,” he said. You waved at him and began to walk off until he grabbed your hand. Surprised you turned to look at him. “On one condition,” he said seriously.
“What is it?” you asked, a little unsettled by his sudden change in countenance.
“Call me Koushi.”
“K-koushi?” you asked, voice cracking a bit at the intimacy. His expression didn’t change and you summoned up all your courage. “Okay, Koushi-kun.” The smile he wore actively breaking down all the walls of doubt left lingering inside of you.
“See you later, I’ll walk you home,” he said quickly, the brave display quickly falling apart as he made his escape, cheeks flaming. He avoided the flailing juniors and waved at you over his shoulder before disappearing.
Sighing, you turned away from your struggling classmates. Your relationship was changing quickly, and not at all in a way you’d expected. You remembered his smile, and though you were still a bit wobbly on your feet, you thought that if you wanted to try love, Koushi-kun might just be a great experience.