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The red blemish is so bright Suga wonders if God could see it.
“Hajime! You gave me another hickey; I told you no!”
There’s a snort from the other room followed by a muffled voice. “What am I, a dog? Besides, they look pretty on your skin.”
Despite himself, Suga blushes. He lowers his hands from his neck and sighs. “Yeah, well, flattery won’t make up for the fact that my boyfriend is definitely gonna see this one.”
“You could wear a scarf to cover it up? Besides, you two haven’t had sex in like, what? Two months? He won’t notice it.”
“I wish I could share your nonchalance, but the last time I came home covered in hickeys, he noticed right away and almost cried, thinking I’d been beaten up. I had to tell him it was a weird rash.”
“Your boyfriend sounds like an idiot.”
Iwaizumi enters the bathroom and stands behind Suga, looking at himself in the mirror while he adjusts his tie.
“He’s just… innocent.”
“That’s not the word I would use.”
Suga smiles and hits Iwaizumi on the shoulder. He leaves the bathroom and searches the bedroom floor for the rest of his clothes. When he finds his shirt, he sighs and shakes his head. Some of the buttons have been ripped off.
“You owe me a new shirt,” Suga calls. He pulls on his pants and socks, throws the shirt onto the bed, and goes to pull one of Iwaizumi’s shirts out of the closet. The shirt hangs a little on him, but it’s comfortable and not exaggerated, unlike when he wears his boyfriend’s clothes.
“Add it to my tab.”
Iwaizumi breezes into the room then, his hair gelled and black suit immaculate. He grabs his keys, wallet, and phone from the nightstand and tucks them into his pockets. When he sees Suga standing there in his shirt, he pauses, sucking in a breath. He contemplates being late for work or skipping all together, but then he shakes his head. He can’t miss any more days.
“Koushi Sugawara, you are the devil in disguise.”
Suga feigns innocence and shrugs his shoulders. “I have no idea what you mean.”
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and goes over to Suga, wrapping one arm around the other man’s waist and pulling him in close. Their lips are inches apart, and Iwaizumi knows if he doesn’t let go in the next few seconds, he won’t be going to work.
Suga’s lips part, ever so slightly, just enough for Iwaizumi to get a glimpse of his tongue. He sucks in a breath and pulls away.
“You are the devil, Sugawara. But don’t ever change.” Before he can think twice, he pecks Suga on the lips and backs away. He grabs his bag from the end of the bed and turns to leave the room. Suga grabs his arm and pulls him back before he gets too far, and kisses him properly this time.
“I love you,” Suga whispers against his lips. “Have a good day at work.”
Iwaizumi gulps as he pulls away. Suga is giving him the crooked smile he loves so much, the one that thins his lips and shows off all his teeth.
Iwaizumi shakes his head again and finally leaves the room, forcing himself not to look over his shoulder as he exits the apartment, knowing if he looks back, he’ll stay.
Once the door closes behind Iwaizumi, Suga’s shoulders slump and the smile slips off his face. He grabs the front of his shirt and brings it to his face, breathing in Iwaizumi’s scent. Something musty and minty at the same time.
He crawls back into bed and keeps the shirt pressed against his face.
Suga doesn’t want to go home today. This weekend spent with Iwaizumi had been amazing and utterly relaxing, allowing Suga to be more himself. Things with Iwaizumi are easy and enjoyable, and he finds himself smiling more, laughing more, and actually wanting to crawl into bed at night. Leaving this apartment always has Suga’s chest tightening and his feet dragging.
His boyfriend thinks he’s spending the weekend with his family on a camping trip.
Suga sighs and curls into a ball. His boyfriend should be home in a few hours from his shift at the hospital, and then he’ll go straight to bed. He may send Suga a “Thinking of you” text or leave him a voice message, but it’ll be slurred and short.
If Iwaizumi were here, he’d ask Suga why he just doesn’t break it off already. He should have ended it a week after he met Iwaizumi—which was almost over a year ago--but his boyfriend never made it easy. He’s clingy and dependent and affectionate when he’s not exhausted. He still thinks everything is perfect, even though Suga hasn’t touched him in weeks. He lives in his own little bubble that maybe once upon a time Suga was a part of, but that was years ago.
Before he can delve any further into the dark parts of his thoughts, Suga bolts up and slaps his cheeks. He still has a few things he needs to do today before he goes back home. A little shopping will help get his mind off things, and calling his parents will help give him ideas on what sort of story he can tell his boyfriend later if he asks how camping went.
Not like he will though, Suga thinks. He hops out of bed and gathers what he needs to head out. He hardly asks Suga how things are anymore, or hardly talks about Suga in general. It’s always about what’s going on at work, which Suga has found out that he really doesn’t care about. He understands most medical lingo and figures he could probably play the part of a nurse if he had to, even though the idea of it upsets his stomach.
As he leaves the apartment and heads down the stairs, he makes a mental list of what he has to do, but the one at the front of his mind is the idea of buying a new scarf.