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“It’s spin the bottle time!” Tanaka sings, wiggling an empty bottle in the air as he kneels in front of the small table. They’re having a celebratory party at Tanaka’s house for the girls volleyball team making it into the prelims this year. Tanaka is only a first year, but has been a great pillar of team spirit with his rambunctious energy.
Nervously, the girls gather around the table, spreading out in pairs so the odds are even among the boys that kneel between them.
“Captian! You have the honors,” Tanaka bows, offering the bottle to Hidemi, dramatically, as usual.
Apprehensively taking the bottle from, Hidemi kneels, spinning it awkwardly and making it wobble loudly on the table.
The hushed whispers of who it will land on sweep quietly through the room as it slowly turns to point in between two of the girls who sit opposite of him. There are loud cheers as the, more brave of the two, stands. Pink cheeked and trembling, but standing tall nonetheless.
Tanaka leads them to a room for them to spend their allotted time together, and whatever happens behind the closed door is kept a secret.
The night goes on and those who are brave enough all spin and stand and enter the room. Some times the group can hear laughter. Some times there’s a scream, when the bottle ends up pointing to another boy, and one ends up coming out with their shorts pulled high up their back. The pranks continue, as well as the blushed cheek girls and boys, exiting the room.
Finally it’s Daichi’s turn. Everyone oohing and ahhing as to who it will land on, until it stops on the person next to him.
Suga.
The plan they had made, if this were to happen, was to sit in the room and do nothing. Being the stoic man he is, Daichi didn’t see the point in play games or acting like children. And if he were being honest, everyone probably expected as much.
So, as he and Suga sit in Tanaka’s dark, quiet room, lined with posters of girls and sports teams, that’s what they did. Nothing.
Until, Suga nudged Daichi’s shoulder, pointing to a picture of Tanaka, torn in half and taped to a picture of Kiyoko hiding behind one of his trophies.
The two boys laughed behind their hands quietly, then they looked at each other, realizing their situation and laughed out loud even more.
“What are we even doing?” Suga giggled, throwing his arm over Daichi’s shoulder, pulling him down into himself as he flung them backward on the bed.
Laying shoulder to shoulder in Tanaka’s youth size bed, Daichi shifts closer to him. Pressing against his side.
“Ow! Daichi your elbow is in my rib,” Suga chuckles, as Diachi turns on his side, propping up on his elbow, giving Suga more room to lay next to him.
Suga can feel Daichi’s heartbeat in his chest on his shoulder, beating steadily as they wait for their time to be up. He stares up at Daichi, watching as eyes dance around the space above Suga, until he looks him in the eyes.
Suga’s shiny silver hair shimmers in the moonlight peeking through the blinds. Casting short shadows over his cheekbones and jaw line.
Suga can feel Daichi’s heart start to race as he gazes down at him slowly, possibly even, subconsciously, leaning down. Closer to his own face with every breath they take.
Now, only inches away from him, Suga can feel the warmth of Diachi’s breath on his cheek, smell the sweet grape juice they drank while watching everyone else come into this very room.
He holds Daichi’s gaze, afraid that if he blinks or looks away, it will end this moment between them.
Mouths hovering over each other, Daichi’s eyes flick down to Suga’s lips as his quickly darts out to lick them. Hearing him swallow his nerves, Daichi lets put a shaky breath, so close to closing the gap between them.
“Times up boys!” Noya bangs on the door, starling both of them back to their senses.
Darting up and off the bed, Daichi adjusts his shirt, walking over to open the door like nothing even happened.