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Sugawara Kumi is the prettiest bitch at Karasuno High. She is tall, with long wavy platinum curls, a small round face and the biggest doe eyes Daichi had ever seen on anyone. Everyday, she walks around the school corridors with her huge gang of friends and their school mates can’t help but simultaneously admire and fear the hottest girl in Karasuno High. She is the class 3-2 representative, with grades good enough to make it to Tokyo University and despite her resting mean face is especially popular with the faculty. Her favorite color is lavender and she always smells like baby powder. And she is Sawamura Daichi’s best friend since 1st year.
Oh, and she is also trans.
“Here, they didn’t have the strawberry flavoured ones so I bought the vanilla ice cream.”, Daichi brushes the side of the cold ice cream cup against Sugawara’s cheek and watches her cringe at the chill. She sat in a lonely corner of the volleyball gymaniusm with Kiyoko and Asahi: a break from her more sociable friends.
“Ugh, do you always have to sneak over me like a ghost?”, she asks dramatically, flipping her long hair over her shoulder. It is May, the epitome of summer heat and yet Sugawara refuses to wear her hair in a ponytail. Daichi thinks he shouldn’t like this trivial fact about his best friend so much as he does, but then shuts his own brain off. Sometimes, he's allowed to feel things just for the sake of it, he muses.
Kiyoko and Asahi watch their interaction with undenied interest, eyes flickering with something that should scare Daichi. He mutters a “What?” in their general direction anyways and feels the familiar twinges of irritation scrape at him when they simply shake their heads at him. They collect their empty lunch trays and head out of the gymnasium soundlessly. It's only the two of them left.
"Why did they leave? They are behaving so weird these days...", he grumbled, squatting to sit criss cross apple sauce besides her.
“Calm down, Dai. I can see literal steam coming out of your nose.”, Sugawara chides at him and he immediately feels his anger fading away. "They had to work on their physics presentation, remember?" Daichi, in fact, doesn't remember but he doesn't tell her that.
She gingerly scoops the ice-cream with the rudimentary, wooden spoon and he only feels fondness in his heart when she scrunches up her little nose and whines at the taste. Sugawara doesn't really like vanilla.
He probably should come to terms with this. This attraction towards his female best friend that he has been trying to bury deep inside the recess of his mind for the past few weeks. No results; every night he fantasizes about holding hands with Sugawara and taking her on the best dates of her life and then kissing her pink, pouty lips and holding her slender waist.
Sugawara had started hormone replacement therapy before she hit puberty, so she didn’t suffer much with dysphoria. That is the reason her chest is a little bigger than a cis guy's and why the school allowed her admission in the first place.
Of course, Daichi only knows this because she told him. Back in their second year, he didn’t even knew what trans and cis and HRT and top surgery meant so when Sugawara had come out to him, he simply stared blankly at her and whispered a rather harsh “huh?” which in retrospect was actually very embarrassing of him. Sugawara is a kind soul though, and she educated him so throughly he thinks he could actually hold a seminar on trans rights comfortably.
Of course now he knows better. Knows how she stuffs her chest to make her breasts look bigger and uses hip pads to accentuate her slim waist ever more. He doesn’t dare think much about her genitals, but according to the internet, girl dicks are usually smaller than that of a cis male’s and that they also don’t have erections. They also report decreased sexual libido but Daichi wonders if Sugawara even thinks about such stuff. Sometimes he can't put a finger on her.
She is the Asian Regina George extraordinaire, only a bit less manipulative and a lot less boy crazy. Somehow she gets away with using makeup at their strict, academic-oriented school; her glossy eyes always shining brighter under her thick eyelashes. Her friends love and protect her, but they also don’t hate it when she spends time with him.
Daichi is glad Sugawara isn’t into any of those cliché man-chasing persona because he doesn’t believe his heart could handle her hanging off a new guy’s shoulders every week.
“What are you thinking about, Daichi-san?”, she asks, because of course she is unfair and uses the san honorific despite Daichi’s insistence on not using it because she is the older one anyways. She always smiles in that dismissive yet endearing manner of hers, and Daichi always folds like a damn pretzel at her charms.
“How’s the HRT going along these days?”, he doesn’t answer her query. He has got a lot more comfortable in asking her such intrusive questions and Sugawara had never shied away from them. In matters of importance and knowledge, she never plays coy. Any which ways, she seems surprised by his sudden interest.
“Oh, just fine! The doctor said the pills are working just fine for me, but perhaps I can try out patches or implants. But needles freak me out and I feel patches are just gonna leave me itchy.”, she complains and sticks her tongue out. Pretty. Everything she does in so pretty.
“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it.”, he suggests rather obtusely and she just throws her head back and laughs. Her feather earrings flutter with the movement. Daichi, if allowed, might just fall in love with her.
“Easy for you to say.”, she teases good naturedly. “Mom said that if I go to Tokyo or Waseda Uni, she will pay for my top surgery. Do you think I will get in?”, she questions, rather bright-eyed.
“Hmm.”, he pretends to think it over, hand on his chin. “I’m not sure. Afterall, it isn’t like you are currently hoarding the first rank in our entire school.”
“Oh please.”, she adjusts her bangs and stuffs the empty ice-cream cup into her bag to throw it out later. “We all know it will be a cold day in hell before Denji-kun lets me have his rank one. However, I do have rank two as a consolation prize so perhaps I will end up getting that top surgery anyways.”
“Well, how would you decide…”, he trails off, perhaps understanding his question was a little too personal and no matter how close Sugawara and he were, it would still be pushing on her boundaries.
“What? How big my future boobs will be?”, Sugawara counters non chalantly and Daichi spits out the cold coffee he was drinking. “Gross.”, she giggles.
“What? Suga? I-. That’s.”
“What? Too unladylike? Trust me Dai, I won’t get dysphoria from this. And I am not even sure if I will get top surgery. Estrogen already got me some tits”, she watches as he attempts to breathe again, almost blue in the face. “Wow, you really are a shy virgin. So cute”
“Shaddup.”, he mumbles under his breath, mind split between coyness as being outed as a virgin and happiness as being referred as to cute. “I just didn’t want to be insensitive.”
“It is okay. I will tell you if I ever get uncomfortable, I promise.”, she tips her head back and thinks. “Though I have to admit, I never really thought about it. What cup should I be…?”, she thinks some more and gnaws on her lower lips. Daichi pretends he doesn’t want to kiss her. “You tell me, Daichi-san.”
“Are you really going to hand over your body autonomy to a random guy you adopted in first year?” he deadpans, though his mind is reeling. This is too weird of a joke for even Sugawara’s standards.
“Who said you are just a best friend to me, Daichi-san?”, her eyes twinkle with mirth but her voice is serious and somber and she looks so beautiful when the sun rays hit her hazel eyes just right and fuck it what is the worst that could happen.
He leans forwards and captures her lips in his. It isn’t anything monumental, no lightening strikes or magical fairies leaping around, but there is a buzz under his skin and Sugawara’s lips are soft as lily petals. More than the sensation, it is the fact that it is Sugawara’s sweet lips he is kissing that makes it so special. He reluctantly parts to gauge her reaction and his heart almost leaps out of his chest when he discovers that her cheeks are wet.
“I’m so sorry”, the words fall from his lips but she quickly keeps her hand over his mouth, disallowing him to utter even a single word.
“No, its not what you are thinking. I’m, I’m.” She wipes an errant tear away. “God, this is embarrassing, I don’t usually cry, not like this.” She takes a deep breath in and shudders it out, her voice wet and husky. “Its just, God, I never imagined you might just like me. I have been pining for you since 1st year?”
"You have been pining for me since 1st year?", he counters, incredulous and watches her cheeks pinken. His heart might just leap out of his ribcage with how fast he is breathing. "Suga. Suga I have loved you for so long I can't even tell."
Immediately, Sugawara knocks into him, headbutting him. "Owww!", he sobs, because she has a really hard forehead and she didn't hold back at all. "What was that for? Suga-?"
The rest of his words die in his throat as Sugawara twists his collar of his shirt in her hands and stays close to his, her head directly resting against his heartbeat. She is hugging him. With careful hands, he hugs her back, scooping her a little into him so they are properly locked in an embrace. It feels submile, her body heat soaking into every inch of his skin, her soft white hair itching his nose. She smell divine but she is still crying. He gently rocks her to and fro, her sobs hitching and his heart breaks at it.
"If this is a prank, Daichi-san, I will never forgive you.", she mutters, her words muffled by his broad chest.
"I will lie like that. I love you. Why is it so hard to understand, Suga?", his words are not unkind and he gently runs a hand along her hair.
"It's my most beautiful dream come true, that is why.", she whispers back, eyes wide and honest when she tips her head back to look at him and oh. She is so so beautiful he can't breathe.
"God, Sugawara you are killing me.", he swears and holds her closer. Suddenly, he air is filled with claps and cheers.
They break away and see Kiyoko and Asahi applauding them.
"When did you guys get here?", Sugawara yells as she seperates from Daichi as if he burned her.
"From when you both kissed. It was beautiful.", Kiyoko answers, an uncharacteristic smile on her face.
"Really, like the shoju mangas.", Asahi babbles, and wow, he really is crying, dabbing at his eyes with his napkin.
"Ugh, these idiots. So fucking embarassing.", Sugawara mutters, looking away, the lovely pink in her cheeks not fading still and Daichi can't resist. He holds her again and kisses the top of her head, her cheeks darkening even more. Sugawara keens. Asahi cries harder.
"Daichi-san!", she abdominishes, though he could see she doesn't mean it. "You are such a sap."
"Sorry, I really can't resist you.", he answers and they look at each other and without warning their smiles break out on their faces. They laugh, throwing their head back, their hands entwining as they let the pleasant flush of a reprociated love fill them.
And all was even, again.