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Koushi Sugawara laughed to himself as he looked around the dance hall. His teammates seemed pretty inept at interacting with the fairer sex on an average day, and it all seemed magnified here in the party setting. They were currently bickering over who would make the first move. Half of Karasuno seemed to think it should be Daichi, as their captain, to open up the dance floor, while the other half suggested one of their more outgoing members like Tanaka or Noya. Not one person even bothered to mention Asahi, and their ace looked as relieved by that as he might if someone had told him all of his bills would be paid for forever.
Suga couldn't help but hide a chuckle behind his fist. He himself had never really shied away from girls and watching his friends flounder had been amusing enough. However, if they continued waiting for someone from Karasuno to start all the dancing, everyone would stand around staring awkwardly all night...unless Suga took charge.
He scanned the room for a moment and saw several very cute girls, but when he spotted you laughing freely with your friends, pantomiming some ridiculous story with large, exaggerated motions and completely unconcerned with how silly you might have looked, Sugawara knew exactly which girl he would ask to join him on the floor.
With his teammates still deciding amongst themselves, Suga pushed his half-full cup off on Asahi and strode casually over to your circle.
"Excuse me," he politely interrupted.
You and your friends stopped and looked his direction. Suga felt a little jump in his chest over the bright ease of your smile. "Hi," he continued, directly towards you. "I hope you don't mind, but I saw you from across the room and was hoping maybe you would dance with me."
"Seriously?" you questioned, looking only slightly embarrassed.
Suga nodded, "Seriously. What? Bad delivery?"
Without looking at your friends, or anyone but Suga for that matter, you shook your head, placed your hand in his outstretched palm, and he led you to the floor. He laughed when he saw half of his teammates standing stunned, while Hinata, Tanaka, and Noya looked beyond impressed with their senpai's confidence.
"You have a nice laugh," you mentioned, grinning up at him.
"Thanks. You have a really contagious smile," he admitted, which only caused your grin to widen.
"Shut up," you said coyly, glancing away. You couldn't seem to help yourself, though, and looked right back to meet his stare. "I'm (F/n)."
"Koushi Sugawara. My friend's call me Suga," he grinned. God, you were cute.
He was thrilled to see you were willing to have a good time, and that with a couple out dancing now, other pairs were finally heading over to enjoy the music.
With one hand on your hip and the other in the air, celebrating the fun up-tempo song, Suga grinned broadly as the two of you danced and bounced to the music. He grabbed your hand that was in the air and spun you around to face away from him, leaving that arm crossed over your waist.
His other hand had shifted to your opposite hip, and he let it thump gently in place as you rocked those hips in time to the music. It was mesmerizing. He was staring distractedly, bottom lip pulled slightly back by his teeth, when you turned your head back to catch his stare.
You gave a sly smile, eyebrow raised knowingly. He had been thinking how fast you had gone from cute to sexy, and now you knew that was exactly what was on his mind. Suga couldn't help but smile back confidently, laughing gently at being discovered.
Releasing his other hand from your grasp, his fingers in place on both of your hips turned you to face him once more. As the song came to a climax, you threw your head back and laughed hard at the intentionally ridiculous face he was making. It was as contagious as your smile, and he laughed as well, while the music dropped off into a slower tempo song.
"That was fun!" you said next to his ear, hoping he could hear you above the party's noise.
"It was! Really fun! Would you like a drink?" Suga asked you, breathing a bit hard after jumping around like an idiot.
Much to his delight, you nodded, and he led you by the small of your back over to the refreshment table to pour you some punch.
"So where are you from?" he started, taking a sip of his own drink.
"Johzenji. I'm going to be a manager next year," you replied.
"Good luck to you," Suga teased. "They seemed like kind of a handful of a team."
"No kidding!" you giggled. "I'm starting to wonder if I haven't gotten myself into too big of a mess."
Suga laughed and stared at you for a moment. You were really very pretty. He wanted to spend more time having fun with you, but you suddenly looked very uncomfortable, shifting your posture with him as a sort of shield, and slightly hiding your face behind your hand.
"What's up?" he asked, eyes darting around to look for something amiss.
You walked around behind the refreshment table, pulling Suga behind you and positioning him again so that he blocked you from most of the party.
"See that guy right over there? No! Don't turn around!"
"Well, how can I see him if I don't turn around?" Suga laughed, as your correspondingly adorably annoyed expression only served to make him fall a little harder.
"Okay. Turn your head, but don't make it obvious. He's wearing that horrible yellow shirt and a white tie," you described, carefully peeping over his shoulder for a brief second.
Suga turned and spotted the guy. He looked absolutely average, nothing really out of place, except that he was walking around while kind of awkwardly scanning the crowded ballroom.
"Okay. What about him?"
"He's on my team. His name is Kazuma. He keeps asking me out even though I've said no repeatedly, and last week he tried to kiss me. I yelled at him, but he keeps bothering me."
Suga gave the guy another glance, but this time he found himself crinkling his nose, as if the boy had suddenly become something completely offensive.
Scooting even further away, you complained, "Our captain, Terushima told me Kazuma wasn't coming. I should have known better. That guy loves to watch people squirm."
"Yeah. I'm not a fan. He's kind of public enemy number one at Karasuno after harassing our manager," Suga complained. You had begun chewing your thumbnail nervously, so he asked, "Want me to say something to that Kazuma guy."
"No. I couldn't get you involved. We just met," you said, the guilty embarrassment evident on your features as your eyes silently begged for help, defying your own protests. It was too much cuteness for Suga to stand.
Yeah. I can see myself getting into a lot of trouble over you, Suga thought to himself, unable to suppress his grin.
"I don't mind. Really," he admitted, tilting his head to the side a bit, as he considered how best to keep the guy away while still managing to look cool in front of you.
Suddenly, your eyes widened. "Crap! He's coming this way! Crap!"
Grabbing you by the wrist, Suga whispered, "Come here," and yanked the two of you below the backside of the refreshment table and underneath the draped tablecloth. So much for cool, he thought.
"What are you doing?" you hissed, though you were grinning, eyes sparkling even with hardly any light beneath the table.
"What does it look like? You told me not to talk to him, so I'm hiding you!" The two of you laughed quietly.
"Hiding me? What are you, three? This will never work, you bonehead," you giggled exasperatedly.
"Bonehead?! What are you, 60?" he teased, enjoying your mock offended expression. "And of course, it will work!" he assured you, before quietly requesting, "Now hand me your phone."
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"My phone!" you whispered. "Why?"
"Because I left mine on a table out there," he chuckled. "And I have a plan."
You nodded, ready to follow his halfcocked plan, but after a moment's thought, your eyes widened slightly, and your ears suddenly felt hot. "Fine, but don't peek!"
Obviously at a loss, Suga wondered, "Peek? Why would I--?"
You interrupted abruptly, still feeling the burn in your face, but trusting him, nonetheless. "I'm in a dress, Mr. Sugawara. No pockets. There's really only one place to keep my phone,"
Now it was Suga's eyes that were widening with realization, before abruptly cutting to the side. His hand flew diagonally across his face, desperately but futilely trying to hide his blushing. Even after admitting something so scandalous to a boy you had literally met five minutes ago, at least you had gotten to see him making such a cute expression. Twisting your torso away from him slightly, and pulling it out of your bra, you handed over your cell phone to the seemingly flustered boy.
"Wow!" he quietly exclaimed, a hint of mischief suddenly lighting his features. "I-it's really warm!"
"Shut up, pervert!" you scolded, shoving softly against his shoulder, hoping your embarrassment wasn't as obvious as it felt. "I thought you needed it to help with your 'plan' to fix my little problem."
After another soft laugh, Suga conceded. "Okay, okay. And no need for the air quotes around 'plan.' I honestly have one," he added, giggling to himself again. Oh god, he was cute.
He dialed a number and motioned for you to scoot a little closer. Not only were you close enough to enjoy the pleasant smell of him you could also easily hear the person on the other end of the line.
"Who is this?" asked a voice so deep it sort of startled you.
Knowing exactly what you were thinking by your startled reaction and expression, your dance partner choked back another laugh.
"Daichi. It's Suga."
"Where are you? And..." suddenly the deep voice lowered to a conspiratorially quiet volume, "Why are we whispering?" You and Suga exchanged a glance and stifled more laughter. This was stupid. You both knew it. It was completely unnecessary, but both of you were having so much fun at this point, you might as well keep playing along.
"Listen," Suga continued. "I need you to do something for me. I really need you to get the attention of those guys from Johzenji. Chat 'em up about volleyball, or anything, just get them away and keep them away from the refreshment table."
"What? Why would I do that? What's wrong with them having snacks?" the voice called 'Daichi' asked. Now you were really struggling to hold back the laughs.
"No. They can have-- It's not about snacks, Daichi," Suga snorted. "Come on. You know I wouldn't ask this unless I had a good reason."
"Why? We're supposed to be having fun right now, Suga. It's a party. Talking to the punks from Johzenji hardly sounds like my idea of fun."
Sugawara nodded in agreement. "I know, I know, but if you do this for me, I'll owe you big time. Come on, Daichi. Please?"
There was silence on the other end for what felt like forever, before Daichi started, "Suga...?"
"Hm?" You watched a small smirk curl the corner of Suga's lip. He seemed to be anticipating what Daichi was thinking.
"Is this about a girl?" the deep voice asked, with a slightly teasing lilt.
"It might be." You could see that Suga was a playful type guy, and you shook your head as you grinned at him. He continued, "Does that help or hurt my plea?"
After another long pause, Daichi sighed extremely dramatically and loudly. "They're not going to want to spend the rest of the party with me, you know? I doubt I can even keep them busy for twenty minutes."
They had him. It was working. Suga gripped your hand closest to him and gave it a triumphant shake, and your heart sped up when he didn't let go as he continued his call.
"I'm on it. Pass the phone to Kageyama."
You listened as a strange conversation followed, in which a very serious sounding boy (who was occasionally interrupted by a higher, hyper, extremely noisy voice) listened intently as Suga declared he had an important "mission" for his favorite junior and that only 'Kageyama' and 'Hinata' could help their senpai. Somehow, the younger boy was very agreeable with all of Sugawara's insane requests, and you wondered just what kind of volleyball club they were running over at Karasuno.
"That should take care of it for at least a few minutes until I can get back out there to keep them busy," he grinned, placing your cell phone back in your hand. "Now you can enjoy the party without worrying about Kazuma."
You were grateful but you scoffed with realization, "And how exactly are you going to enjoy the party like that? I can't let you ruin your evening over me."
Suga chuckled softly. He let go of your hand to brush away a loose strand of your hair, his fingers burning against your cheek in a way that made you crave more of his touch. Smiling that beautiful smile of his, he said, "I'd say you've done anything but ruin my evening."
You returned a shy smile of your own, focusing on the beauty mark on his face, a little too embarrassed and overwhelmed to meet his eyes directly. Sugawara cleared his throat in an attempt to clear the suddenly inebriating air under the table. "Come here. Let's take a look."
He carefully lifted the edge of the tablecloth just enough for the two of you to peek out. The two of you quickly spotted your teammates in some wildly energetic discussion, with Terushima and Karasuno's #10 moving animatedly all over the place. They all looked plenty distracted and unconcerned with the refreshments corner. It had worked.
Suga dropped the tablecloth and the two of you began laughing at the whole situation. But then it dawned on you. "How do we get out?! It'll look like," you blushed furiously, again looking away from him. "It'll look like, you know!"
Though he was blushing, too, he still managed to poke fun. "No, I don't. It'll look like what, exactly?"
You laughed embarrassedly and buried your face in your arms over your scrunched up knees. You were sure that even in the dark Suga noticed your red ears as you heard him mutter, "Not that I would mind."
Your head snapped up and his snapped down, hiding behind all of his impressively long, splayed out fingers after realizing that he had said that bit out loud.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
You mumbled a sound of dissent. "It's okay." After a moment of debating, you added, "I wouldn't mind much, either."
Suga's face slowly broke free of his hands and his eyes were practically burning right into yours. "You wouldn't?" he asked walking himself a little closer to you on his hands and knees.
You shook your head, mesmerized by the way he was devouring you with his stare. As he planted both hands on the ground to either side of your scrunched legs, a loud, deep voice boomed directly above you, both so startled by the sudden intrusion, you bumped heads and fell over. You gritted your teeth for impact, but Suga had managed to catch most of his weight without pressing down into you. Though his knee was in a very precarious position just between yours, he managed not to actually be touching you in any way. The relief lasted only a moment, though, as the deep voice became even louder and easier to decipher.
Daichi was practically pleading, "Look man, Karasuno's hosting this event! It's only right the captain should grab the snacks for everyone." It was obvious that Daichi was talking extra loudly to alert anyone who might be near the refreshment table of incoming danger.
When Kazuma's voice piped in, you squeezed your eyes shut, and covered both yours and Suga's mouths with your hands, as if it would magically make you both invisible.
"Man, what's your problem?" he asked, at a much more reasonable volume than Daichi was speaking. "It feels like you're following me or something."
Awkward exaggerated laughter erupted as Daichi said, "Following you!? That's ridiculous. I just didn't want a guest to do any work at this party. I'll grab the food."
Kazuma scoffed loudly. "If you're not following me, then get lost, dude! I'm not here for snacks. I was just trying to get away from you so I could look for this chick I'm after."
You squeezed your eyes even tighter but then felt Suga run a finger across your cheek to get your attention. As your eyes fluttered open, he removed your hand from over his lips and mouthed, "Now he's done it."
Daichi's voice was suddenly a respectable volume, though it had taken on a deadly tone. "'Chick' you're after? What do you mean? Looking for your girlfriend?"
"Nah, dude. Just a cute chick I've been wanting to get alone for a while now, ya feel me?"
Both you and Suga wrinkled your nose at his admission. Daichi continued, "One that wants to be alone with you?"
Kazuma scoffed again, clearly not recognizing the danger he was in. "Man, chicks don't know what they want. One minute they're all, 'Oh I don't like you that way.' Then you just gotta show 'em you weren't trying to be their boyfriend or anything, just have a little fun, right?"
"A little fun, huh?" Daichi dangerously repeated. "Right. Right. I know exactly what you mean. I can show you a little fun."
"Huh?! Gross, man. Not with a dude."
With an almost deranged laugh, Daichi growled, "No. You misunderstand me, dude. A different kind of fun. In the parking lot. With my team."
Kazuma suddenly sounded terrified, "Huh? With your whole team? What kind of shit does Karasuno get up to? Why don't you go ahead and let go of my arm, dude? I won't tell anyone if you aren't into chicks."
You couldn't help but feel Suga's body vibrating as he shook with stifled laughter. Even though you'd been tensing every muscle in your body at the awkward conversation happening above you, seeing Suga struggling to keep it together was enough to finally relax you.
"Hah?!" Daichi growled, though their voices were clearly moving away from the table. "Not into chi...Oh. Heh. Sure, sure. What's'a matter, man? I thought you wanted something fun!"
Now it was your turn to stifle the guffaws as you realized Daichi had figured out what Kazama thought was happening. "The arrogance," you mouthed, flabbergasted that Kazama could possibly think any guy would find his skirt chasing problematic without being "not into chicks." Suga nodded animatedly.
Kazama uncomfortably said, "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, but I...I don't like you that way." His voice had grown shriller and more frightened with every word.
Daichi laughed so loudly at that, and threw gritted teeth, he spat, "Relax. It's not like we wanna be boyfriends or anything. Hey, guys! I need your help with something!"
You totally lost it now, the music suddenly too loud for anyone to have heard you. You imagined Kazuma experiencing a taste of his own medicine as he was dragged out of the party by a full volleyball team. Suga had leaned down briefly to peek under the tablecloth and then began losing it as well. His laugh was so very relaxing, but what he said next really undid the remaining anxiety you'd been feeling. "Wait til he finds out we have a no tolerance policy for that kind of crap, and he's just being forcefully expelled from the party."
You were glad the guys like that on Johzenji were all seniors and would be gone the next year, hopeful you would have an easier go with the incoming freshman. You really wanted to help make a good name for the team. And just like that, with the school year over and Kazuma thrown out of the last big event, Suga had helped fixed a problem that had nothing to do with him, completely endearing him to you in the process.
"This was a lot more interesting than I had intended," he laughed. "You always inspire trouble, (F/n)?"
"I swear I don't," you laughed back.
"That's too bad," he teased, grinning even more mischievously than before. "I bet you're full of a lot more surprises, though."
"Maybe," you joked back.
You had both basically spent a high school dance under a table like two little kids playing secret agents. It was ridiculous...but it had been exciting. It had been a blast.
You looked up only to realize again how dangerously close you were to his face. Heat radiated between the pair of you, with you still propped up on elbows and him still hovering above you on his hands and knees.
God, he really was beautiful, with his silvery hair and the mole under his left eye and that mischievous grin...not to mention, he really wore his black suit and maroon dress shirt well. You still weren't entirely sure how you had ended up in this position with a guy as great as Suga.
The laughing died down awkwardly, but neither of you moved away. Suddenly the two of you were forced to study just how very close your faces were to one another. Suga tilted his head slightly, slowly leaning even closer, until you were holding your breath in anticipation. The air between you was so think with sudden desire, you could practically taste it.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously. With your heart beating like mad, he asked, "Could I?" and you responded by closing the rest of the tiny gap for him.
His kiss was soft but confident, and your skin felt that same fire from his touch as before, as his hand slid tenderly across your cheek to the back of your head to deepen the kiss.
Gently, he moved his lips in time with yours, before pulling away with a sweet kiss to your cheek.
"Um..." you managed, heartbeat rampaging excitedly.
Suga looked like his composure was hanging on by a thread. "Yeah. Um..."
There was only another split second of staring at each other before both of you were pressing your lips back together eagerly, and much more passionately than moments before. His smell, his taste; they all threatened to overwhelm you, but you were too impatient to feel more of his lips on yours. This wasn't something you could get away with stopping. Not yet. Your insides flipped slightly as he pulled you closer still, your hands catching fistfuls of the fabric on his chest.
"I can't believe I met someone like you tonight!" you breathlessly exclaimed.
Equally breathless, Suga complained, "That's my line."
He was too much perfection. You grabbed his shirt tighter and pulled him back to your lips before traveling down to his jaw. He gasped quietly as you sucked softly at his pulse line before peppering his throat with eager kisses.
He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you long and greedily, tongue delving deeper and deeper into your mouth. The intensity was quickly increasing and his knee that had been between your knees all this time instinctively slid up to press gently against your most sensitive spot. You couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped, and you felt him grin triumphantly into your kiss, before he stiffened and backed up abruptly. He winced at you as he heaved, looking slightly pained at the sudden loss of contact. His hand reached across his chest, covering his racing heart and fingers feeling warmth at his collar line where your lips had just been. His wince melted into something of a wink, as his mouth curved up into that impish smirk.
With both of you still trying to catch your breath, he said, "We have to stop now before I really get us in trouble under this table."
Your shivered excitedly at his claim, knowing exactly how he felt. You wanted him badly just then, as well. You wanted to protest, but you knew he was right. This wasn't the time or place for this. Nodding your agreement, your eyes held his for what seemed like eternity, both of you desperately trying to calm your desire before figuring out an exit.
Finally, he cleared his throat. "Alright. I'm going out first, and I'll definitely keep everyone distracted from the table until you're back out at the party. After that, please enjoy yourself, so I know I didn't put Daichi and the other guys in a bad mood in vain," he giggled. "They're really going to be pestering me over what that was all about."
You laughed back, though you still felt slightly guilty that he had decided to forfeit the rest of his evening, and that he wouldn't be spending it longer with you.
His hazel eyes widened, and he pointed to your cheek, saying, "Oops. Your lipstick got a bit smeared," which caused you to laugh even harder considering the amount of your lipstick smeared across him at that moment.
Without thinking, Sugawara sucked the end of his thumb, wetting it, before rubbing it across the small smear on your cheek to clean it off for you.
"Oh! I-I--" he began stammering, probably noticing how round your eyes had become.
"Did you..." another laugh already bubbling up inside of you, "Did you just 'mom' me?!"
And for the first time you had witnessed all evening, Suga looked completely and utterly embarrassed. It was maybe the most adorable thing you had ever seen, and only made you want to get to know him even more.
While you were still laughing, completely flustered, he muttered, "I'm going out now. Just one thing first. Let me borrow your phone one more time."
You handed it to him with a big grin on your face, debating whether or not to tell him he was covered in kiss marks. You decided it would make for a more interesting story he would have to come up with as all the curious guys gathered around.
Dialing, Suga waited until a voicemail box picked up. "Hey, self," he said, and you couldn't help but laugh again. "This message is from (F/n)'s phone. If you don't save the number and call her back first thing, you're a complete and total idiot. Here. Tell him, (F/n)."
He pushed the phone towards your face in the middle of your laughter.
"You're ridiculous," you giggled into the receiver.
"But you like it," he teased before kissing you swiftly on the cheek, pressing end on the call, and handing your phone back to you.
He certainly wasn't wrong. You loved it, actually.
"I'll distract everyone out there really well so you can get out unnoticed. You try to have fun," he said, winking and flashing his mischievous grin before he slipped out from under the table.
You sat for a few moments with your hands pressed to your blazing cheeks, alone with your thoughts. You didn't know if you had ever been to a better party, or had a better night for that matter, and for Suga's sake, you were determined to continue enjoying yourself. After discreetly making it to a group of fellow managers, you encouraged them all to dance with you and have a great time. Dancing and laughing with your friends was amazing, and it was even more amazing to steal glances over at Suga and see him approached by person after person over his disheveled appearance. Somehow, he managed to keep them all occupied enough not to discover the other guilty party was you, until you and the other managers from Johzenji were heading out the door.
On the train home, they talked about what an awesome time they had had, despite the hiccup of one team member being kicked out, and you agreed, saying you wouldn't mind doing it all over again.
Finally at home, you changed into your pajamas as you replayed your kiss with Suga again and again, a warm feeling flooding your head and stomach. Touching your fingers to your lips as if it might conjure him, you hoped your phone would ring before you even had a chance to fall asleep that night.
It did.