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Oikawa was exhausted. He just played a five-set olympic game against his home country and his body was reeling. That was the accomplishment of his life and he felt over the moon. He was pretty sure that the only reason he could still stand on his feet was adrenaline, he could feel his muscles still warm. He knew damn well that he’d crash as soon as his body hit a mattress. And yet, he felt deeply satisfied. Happy.
He just finished his shower after having done several interviews and he was getting dressed in casual clothes. He couldn’t wait to get out of the locker room to find his high school friends that he caught sight of when he was playing. Seeing Makki and Mattsun with Argentinian flags drawn on their cheeks definitely hadn’t been something he expected, but the sight immediately warmed his heart and he allowed himself to chuckle fondly before he immediately refocused on the game at hand and proceeded to score a service ace.
Both the Argentinian and Japanese teams had a formal dinner in the evening, but before that they both had a few hours to recover from the intense game they just played. Oikawa smiled as he threw his duffel bag over his shoulder and waved goodbye to his teammates. Then, he excitedly started making his way to the meeting point he had agreed on with Mattsun and Makki over text the day before.
He spotted his friends as soon as he stepped outside and a huge grin broke on his face instantly. Although he quickly noticed that they weren’t alone. They seemed to be talking to another person and, from their facial expressions, Oikawa guessed they knew them well. From where he was coming, Oikawa could only see the stranger’s back, though. They seemed to have light gray hair and the sight was somewhat familiar to him yet Oikawa couldn’t pinpoint where he may have seen it before. The only thing he could really tell was that this person was noticeably smaller than his two friends.
Mattsun was the first one to spot him. Oikawa didn’t miss the way his friend smirked at him for a second but it was gone so fast that he wondered if he didn’t just imagine it all. “Oiks!” Makki yelled cheerfully when he followed Mattsun’s gaze and spotted him as well.
Oikawa smiled and greeted them. “Hey guys!”
His voice made the third person turn around curiously and Oikawa was pretty sure he felt his breath hitch. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in their appearance and immediately recognized him. The gray hair was definitely a sight he had seen before —Sugawara Koushi.
“Mr Refreshing,” Oikawa smirked when he reached them. He immediately cursed himself internally for using a nickname his sixteen-year-old self came up with.
Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Sugawara minded, if the small amused smile on his face was any indication. “The Great King himself,” he replied, his tone teasing.
Oikawa grinned in response. “I didn’t know you guys were friends,” he added, looking at the three of them.
Makki shrugged, “We all stayed in Miyagi and kept seeing each other here and there. We ended up getting along well together.”
“Suga is way nicer than how you painted him to be in high school,” Mattsun added smugly and Oikawa felt himself blush.
“Oh?” Sugawara interrupted the conversation before Oikawa could say anything. “You were talking about me in high school?” He asked, smirking at Oikawa and Oikawa had to gulp because why was this attractive.
The sun was reflecting on Sugawara’s pale hair and face, he looked ethereal. Oikawa was blinded by the man’s beauty and he didn’t even care one bit. He cleared his throat and hoped that his colored cheeks could be mistaken for his exhaustion from the game he played just before. “Barely,” Oikawa muttered.
Both Mattsun and Makki snorted but Oikawa shot them a glare and they stopped, albeit not without snickering obnoxiously. Sugawara was smirking and Oikawa had no idea what it could mean but he found that he really didn’t mind, the sight was way too pretty.
“We’re going to a café, do you want to come with us, Sugawara-chan?” Oikawa asked out of the blue. He immediately cursed himself for his lack of brain-to-mouth filter when he saw Sugawara’s eyes widen in genuine surprise. Then again, he couldn’t tell if it was a positive reaction or not.
But before Oikawa could utter whatever excuse he could find to get them all out of this situation, Sugawara replied with a small smile on his face. “I’d love to, but I’m actually meeting with my Karasuno underclassmen,” he explained.
It didn’t sound like an excuse nor a lie used to politely decline him, and his smile seemed genuine. Oikawa found himself smiling in turn. He nodded and watched curiously as Sugawara’s cheeks definitely turned a deeper shade of pink.
“Oh, and,” the gray-haired man started, “Sugawara is too formal, call me Suga.”
Oikawa’s eyes widened and he felt his cheeks heat up a bit. “Sure,” he replied, smiling.
Suga nodded and smiled softly at him in return.
And then their moment was interrupted by his two terrible friends. Mattsun cleared his throat way louder than necessary and Makki opened his mouth in tow, “Please do tell us if we’re disturbing you.”
Both Oikawa and Suga blushed yet broke into laughter with the two other men. Suga’s laugh was as sweet as his looks, Oikawa found himself smiling at the sound and he quickly shook his head when he took note of his train of thoughts.
“Will you be at the dinner tonight?” Oikawa blurted, because apparently he didn’t know when to shut up.
Suga’s eyes widened yet again. “Mh, I don’t know. None of my underclassmen invited me yet so I’ll see.” He shrugged and smiled.
Oikawa hummed. It was true that anyone outside of both teams’ players and other sports workers such as Iwaizumi had to be invited by one of those said people in order to be able to attend the formal dinner. Oikawa already invited both Makki and Mattsun and, to his knowledge, there wasn’t any limit to the number of people he could invite.
“Well,” he started, unconsciously straightening up and clearing his throat. He promptly ignored the way his face felt like it was on fire and continued. “If none of them do —which would be a shame,— consider yourself invited by me.”
Suga’s blush definitely deepened at that and Oikawa felt a little flutter inside of him at the sight.
Then, Mattsun’s voice sounded, “That was a terrible way of inviting him out, by the way.”
Makki bursted into laughter, going to the point of holding his stomach, and Oikawa never wished for the ground to open and swallow him whole more than right at this moment. Mattsun joined his boyfriend into his fit of laughter — because of course he did — and even Suga giggled a bit, although he was also furiously blushing.
“Suga-san!” A happy voice that Oikawa recognized as Shoyo’s screamed from behind them, effectively interrupting their initial conversation and putting a halt to Oikawa’s shame.
The four men turned around and were met with the sight of Kageyama and Hinata walking slowly towards them. Suga smiled at them and bid his goodbyes to Makki and Mattsun before he turned back to Oikawa with a teasing smile. “So I guess I’ll see you tonight?”
Oikawa smiled and chuckled sheepishly, “Yeah,” he said.
Then, Suga started walking away in the direction of the two other Karasuno alumni and Makki elbowed Oikawa harshly. “Suga!” Oikawa yelled way louder than necessary, but at least it got Suga to turn around, a little glint in his eyes. “I’ll pick you up at 7,” he said confidently.
Suga smirked at him and nodded, “I’ll be waiting, Tooru.” He replied before turning around once more and finally reaching his friends while Oikawa choked on his saliva, not having expected the use of his first name so casually.
Both Makki and Mattsun were, of course, laughing at him but he decided to blatantly ignore them and started walking in the direction of the coffee shop they said they’d be going to. After a good minute of laughter, his two friends joined him.
As he was sitting at a table in a cosy coffee shop with a milk bread in front of him and drinking his caramel latte, Oikawa couldn’t help but think back to Suga.
He had been surprised to see the other man chatting so easily with his friends when none of them told him they’d gotten close — not that they had any obligation to do so, of course. But what surprised him the most was Suga’s appearance.
Oikawa remembered him from their high school years as a rival setter, someone he had to win against. Although his high school self also found Suga rather attractive, Oikawa never really paid any mind to it. Only one thing was constantly on his mind and it was volleyball, he never let such a trivial thing as romance lead his life in any way.
That’s not to say that he’s already in love with Suga, of course. Oikawa didn’t believe in love at first sight — although he loved to read it in romance novels. But he also couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards the other man and how genuinely beautiful Suga was.
He was a bit taller than how he was in high school, yet still relatively shorter than Oikawa. His hair was still light gray and, although it was cut a bit shorter than in high school, it was styled beautifully. His clothing style was casual and he looked comfortable. And, of course, he still had that mole at the top of his left cheek, right below his eye that Oikawa has always found himself wanting to touch.
“You’re thinking about him aren’t you?”
“Mh? Yeah,” Oikawa replied mindlessly. Then, he seemed to realize where he was and blushed profusely, quickly redirecting his eyes on his two friends sitting across from him. “I mean– Who?” He chuckled embarrassingly.
Both Mattsun and Makki’s faces were decorated by shit-eating grins and Oikawa wanted to disappear.
“I knew he’d be your type,” Mattsun said teasingly.
Oikawa scoffed, “I don’t have a type.”
Mattsun chuckled and Makki snorted before he deadpanned, “You’re basic as fuck, your type is pretty people.”
Oikawa felt like he should be offended by that, so he scoffed again and brought a hand to his chest dramatically. Both his friends rolled their eyes, clearly used to his antics. Except Oikawa couldn’t find anything to retort because, well, they were right. Suga was definitely his type, and Suga was pretty.
Which then made him take note of the fact that Mattsun found Suga pretty, too, given his statement. Oikawa frowned, somehow finding himself feeling some sort of possessiveness that he, really, had no right to feel.
“Are you jealous right now?” Makki asked, reading him to filth as always. He still had that shit-eating smirk on his face. “Suga’s all yours. Issei is my boyfriend, in case you forgot.”
Oikawa blushed, feeling embarrassed at his behavior yet unable to do anything to stop himself from feeling like this.
“Aw,” Mattsun replied, kissing his boyfriend grossly in front of Oikawa as if to prove a point. “Though Suga is pretty,” he said then and Oikawa’s eye twitched. “You might have to be bold if you want him, I’m sure there’s a whole ass waiting line of other people if you mess up.”
Oikawa frowned and, like a three-year-old kid, pouted. He bit his bottom lip as he felt that uncomfortable feeling back inside of him. Makki and Mattsun were still smirking at him, both knowingly and teasingly, and he scoffed loudly before going back to his caramel latte and milk bread.
Whatever. He’d just woo Suga. He couldn’t blame anyone for having a crush on the beautiful man, but he’d make sure to show them that Suga was his. Well, if Suga wanted him, that is.
After an embarrassingly long amount of time spent getting dressed, and an even more embarrassing call with Hinata to know where Suga lived (he forgot to ask him earlier), Oikawa was on his way to said place.
There would be the entirety of both the Japanese and Argentinian volleyball national team players as well as a bunch of other guests tonight so, obviously, this didn’t qualify as a date in any way. And yet, Oikawa couldn’t help but feel giddy at the prospect of arriving at the celebratory dinner with Suga by his side.
Suga’s apartment was coincidentally situated between the hotel Oikawa was staying at and the place for tonight’s dinner, so Oikawa decided to go by foot and enjoy the evening life of the city. He left his hotel early since he was tired of pacing in the small room and so he arrived in front of Suga’s apartment about five minutes before 7. Perfect, he told himself.
Suga opened the door the second Oikawa knocked on it with a huge smile plastered on his face and Oikawa felt as if air had been knocked out of him. His eyes widened as he took in the appearance of the smaller man.
Suga was dressed formally in a white shirt along with a sage green suit. His dress pants stopped just above his ankles and offered Oikawa a nice view on his pale skin and shiny black p air of loafers. Oikawa gulped when he took note of a mole next to Suga’s right ankle. Cute, he thought.
Suga looked so ethereal that even Oikawa — who was wearing equally formal clothes — felt undressed. He was proud of his outfit, his white shirt and navy blue suit suited him very well and he knew he looked good. But damn. His heart definitely skipped a beat as he kept blatantly staring at Suga. He was pretty sure he must look like a fool but he couldn’t stop himself.
Suga chuckled and it’s only then that Oikawa redirected his eyes to the man’s face. He felt his cheeks heat up and promptly decided to ignore it. “Hi,” he breathed out.
Suga chuckled again and the sound was like music to Oikawa’s ears. There was also a small blush on Suga’s cheeks that made him look absolutely adorable. “Hi,” he replied.
“Ready?” Oikawa asked, smiling.
Suga smiled in turn and nodded before he turned around to lock his front door. Before long, both men were on their way to the dinner reception. Oikawa had looked it up earlier and it was an approximately-ten-minute-walk from Suga’s place. They would have time to talk a bit before being submerged by other people, Oikawa smiled softly at the thought.
Although his mood quickly dampened when he noticed how everyone they crossed paths with in the street was looking at Suga. Mattsun was right, uh. Oikawa didn’t like that. “Everyone keeps looking at you,” Oikawa muttered mindlessly.
Then, in a sudden burst of boldness, Oikawa slipped his right arm behind Suga’s back and rested his hand on the man’s waist. He gave a huge smile to the group of people that were eyeing them and hoped they would get the message. They all turned around immediately so he guessed they did.
Suga raised a questioning yet playful eyebrow at him and Oikawa didn’t miss the way the man’s cheeks turned redder. He guessed that was a good sign. A few seconds later, Suga slipped his left arm below Oikawa’s right one and held his biceps firmly. (And Oikawa would forever deny the yelp he let out at the action.)
Oikawa unconsciously tightened his grip on Suga’s waist after that, effectively bringing the man as close to his body as possible. He smiled when he heard Suga hum pleasantly.
“This alpha male behavior of yours is cute but you’re literally an internationally famous olympic athlete, Tooru. I’m pretty sure everyone is looking at you,” Suga chuckled next to him, clearly amused. Yet, Oikawa didn’t miss the way Suga tightened his grip around his arm in the same way Oikawa had done just before.
Oikawa felt something inside of him flutter and he smiled. “I guess we’re just a hot couple then,” he stated proudly. Suga’s eyes widened comically and Oikawa sputtered, his face feeling as if it just caught fire. “I mean! Couple as in two people together. Wait no– Not together in a relationship. Because, you know, we’re not. I– Oh God.”
Suga bursted out laughing next to him and Oikawa wished for the ground to open up below his feet and swallow him whole. Then, Suga stopped them, stood on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss on Oikawa’s cheek. Oikawa blinked.
“Yet,” Suga said, smiling with both his mouth and eyes. “We’re not together in a relationship, yet.” He repeated boldly.
Oh. The world felt like it had just stopped. Suga’s face was flushed and he looked absolutely breathtaking. Oikawa gulped twice, his throat suddenly feeling way too dry.
“Yeah?” He breathed out, tone hopeful as he unconsciously tightened his grip around Suga’s waist yet again.
Suga smiled. “Yeah,” he nodded.
Oikawa beamed. “Can I kiss you, Koushi?” He asked, using the man’s first name as he remembered him doing so to him previously in the day.
Suga’s eyes widened ever so slightly before his cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. Instead of replying with words, Suga moved in front of Oikawa and stood on his tip toes again. Both men grinned at each other and leaned in. Suga slipped his arms on each side of Oikawa’s neck while Oikawa placed his hands on Suga’s waist to bring him impossibly closer.
Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that somehow let them both breathless. They parted not too long after, locking eyes and smiling at each other. And, in a wordless agreement, they clashed their lips together once again.
This time, the kiss was way more passionate and Oikawa hummed when he felt Suga’s tongue along his bottom lip. He parted his lips all too happily and marveled in the small moan that Suga let out at the first contact of their tongues.
They parted after some time when both of them were found breathless and rested their foreheads against each other’s, panting and grinning. And then, because Oikawa can never have a single moment of peace in his life, he heard obnoxious whistlings coming from behind him.
“Fuck’s sake,” he gritted out, while Suga simply giggled in his chest.
“You guys didn’t waste any time, uh?” Makki’s teasing voice sounded.
Oikawa turned around and, as expected, his two friends were standing there. They were also dressed way more formally than usual, and still wearing their signature smug smirks. He glared at them both but it didn’t really do anything. Oikawa hadn’t even noticed that he and Suga had already arrived at the dinner reception’s place.
“I’ve been waiting for this since high school,” Suga announced proudly.
Oikawa, absolutely, very surely, choked on his saliva. His eyes widened and he turned his head so fast that for a second he was scared of getting a whiplash. Suga didn’t seem bothered at all. He was still looking at Makki and Mattsun with a smirk of his own on his face, as if he hadn’t just turned Oikawa’s world upside-down with that statement.
“What.” Oikawa breathed out, because air had been knocked out of him.
Suga turned to look at him, his smirk never left his face and there was a certain glint in his eyes. Oikawa gulped. “I have some secrets,” Suga said teasingly.
Oikawa gulped again. Oh. That almost sounded like a challenge — like Suga wanted Oikawa to know his secrets. Oikawa smirked and replaced his hand around the man’s waist, pulling him towards him. Suga let himself be taken, simply smiling fondly.
Oikawa had so much to learn about Suga, and he’d make sure to learn every single one of them. He had no idea what the future would hold for them, and he knew that he and Suga definitely had some talking to do about this whole new situation. But he’s never felt as comfortable with someone so quickly as he did with Suga.
For some reason, Oikawa knew that he and Suga would have lots of fun together, and that was what mattered the most. If someone could keep up with him, Oikawa would bet that it was Suga. So, if there was one thing that Oikawa was sure of, it’s that he’d have the time of his life.