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There were few things Daichi liked more than volleyball, and one of those things was fighting. Fighting and shoyu ramen, but street fighting was a release for Daichi. There was only so much you were in control of being the captain of the volleyball team, and only so much ramen you could eat without realizing you never had any control, but when fighting, Daichi has total control of the situation, no matter how many punches are thrown his way. Each punch that his body absorbs help release all the stress he was holding in. He was mainly thankful that he was known for his receives and not for his spikes or else his hands would be completely bruised and broken. Not many people that were still in high school were in the underground fight scene, and if there were, it wasn’t spoken about. Daichi never had a problem with this since he always looked older than his chronological age. Fighting always made him feel better, but so did –
“Hmm, Daichi? What are you thinking about?”
Daichi looked up to see Sugawara standing in front of his desk. Suga furrowed his brows, but once Daichi looked up at him, he smiled and cocked his head to the side, and Daichi can’t help but to smile back but he didn’t reply.
“Oh, Daichi, do you want to go out tomorrow?”
Tomorrow, Daichi thought, is Saturday, which means he has a fight tomorrow night.
“Ah, well,” Daichi rubs the back of his head, “I have plans--”
“Oh! That’s okay! No worries!” Suga frantically waved his hands in front of himself, and once he settled down he chuckled at himself, “Ya know, this is the third weekend that you’ve had plans. We have some big tests coming up I was only going to see if you wanted to study for a little bit.”
Daichi scrunched his eyes in disbelief to what his friend had just said to him. He knew it was true. He had been fighting a lot more than usual, and even on week nights, but he felt more stressed than usual too. He also felt guilty. Sugawara was his closest companion and instead of hanging out with him during their last year together, he’s out on the streets somewhere fighting some stranger for fun.
“I’m sorry,” Daichi apologized and looked Suga square in the eyes, “I have plans tomorrow night, but I would love to study with you tomorrow beforehand. What time?”
Suga’s face lit up and he replied with a simple, “I’ll be over at ten.”
Ten O’clock. Daichi wasn’t too thrilled about studying so early since he knew he was going to go out the night before to fight, but for Suga, he would get up even earlier to study with him.
After class, and after practice, Daichi stood in the gym with Suga watching the dynamic duo of Hinata and Kageyama set and spike, set and spike, and set and spike. Daichi and Suga had finished sweeping the floors and they had dismissed all the other players in order to allow the two first years a few extra minutes of practice time.
“Okay, time to finish up.” Daichi said stretching his arms above his head.
“No! Please! Five more minutes!” Hinata begged alongside Kageyama whose eyes pleaded for more time. Daichi sighed and looked over to Suga who just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, but in reply, Daichi said, “How about I treat you to pork buns?”
With that, both of the first years raced to clean up after themselves and change out of their practice clothes. At the store, Hinata kept bombarding Daichi with questions on his improvement, and Daichi didn’t really have answers for most of them, but made sure Hinata knew that he was proud of him. Once Daichi was able to escape from Hinata’s rambling, he headed up to the counter where Suga was standing and interrupted before Suga could complete his transaction.
“Make that four pork buns please,” Daichi said, and he pulled money about of his wallet, and this time he was the one who smiled at Suga first. Couch Ukai wasn’t there, so he couldn’t pawn Hinata off on him since he started back up with the questions again. However, this time, he attempted to pull Kageyama into the questions, and Kageyama was able to swiftly ignore his friend’s questions by taking a huge bite of his pork bun that Daichi handed him.
After leaving the store and the pair of boys parted ways, Suga and Daichi, Hinata and Kageyama, and Suga and Daichi mostly walked in silence. It was fairly dark out and Daichi was fine with silence, he liked being able to be calm before a fight, but he also liked being able to walk in silence with Suga. Suga got into moods where he liked to talk, and god, could Suga talk for hours, about anything, and everything. Daichi loved listening to him talk, Suga was so enthusiastic once he got started and- Daichi’s phone gave off a small ring. He pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and, wait, what? From Tetsurou Kuroo? Daichi furrowed his brows, contemplating opening the text when Daichi could feel Suga overlooking his phone with curiosity and without a hint of secrecy that he was in fact looking at Daichi’s phone. Daichi started staring at Suga wondering what was going through Suga’s mind, that was until Suga looked up at Daichi from the corner of his eyes and smiled at him.
“Well, you gonna open it or not?”
“I guess I have no choice now, but you know, curiosity killed the cat.” Daichi said with a raise of an eyebrow.
“But Daichi, satisfaction brought it back.” Suga replied. Daichi held his thumb over the open button of the message from the Nekoma captain, hoping and praying and hoping so much that Kuroo doesn’t say anything about street-fighting, please no, Kuroo do not say anything, anything about fighting. He looks at Suga once more before opening the message.
Yo Sawamura ~ you should come to Tokyo this weekend
Daichi mentally sighed in relief and Suga looked up at Daichi as he raised an eyebrow.
“You’re planning on going to Tokyo?” Suga poked at Daichi. No words formed in Daichi’s mouth. He needed an excuse, an alibi, but his mind was blank and instilled with panic.
“I well, I was going to Tokyo, so,” Daichi didn’t want to lie to Suga, but didn’t want to scare him, so Daichi told him the truth, “Well, one of the colleges I’m interested in is in Tokyo, and well, Kuroo was just going to show me around some.”
Suga had raised his eyebrows in anticipation of something bigger, and Daichi was blushing and his legs had gone numb from nervousness and wasn’t sure he was still standing.
“So-“ Suga had started, Daichi interrupted and said, “But, not this weekend of course, I mean, he just texted me right now and asked, I haven’t seen him since our last game together so I’m not quite sure where this came from to be honest.” Suga had his eyebrows raised with a devious smile.