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ditto (i think maybe i like you)

summary: oikawa sucks at pokémon go. prompt: none, but written for @monstrsball! merry christmas!!!! pairings: tooru oikawa/koushi sugawara words: 2007 warnings: none

It is December 22, there is a biting chill in the air, and Kotodai Park is crowded as fuck. Oikawa sits cross legged on the steps by a fountain, trying not to shiver as he stares at his phone.

He knows he probably should have worn a heavier jacket—it’s been a cold winter so far and, really, he had no reason to suspect it would be any warmer today—but it’s too late now. If Iwaizumi were here, he would be berating Oikawa to no end about fevers and chills, but Iwaizumi had just ditched him to chase after what he suspects is an Unown somewhere at the other end of the park, so whatever. Fuck Iwaizumi.

Then again, Iwaizumi is only five Unown forms away from completing the set, so Oikawa kind of gets it. Kind of. He’s still cold, though, and still wants to ask to borrow Iwaizumi’s scarf for the afternoon. Oikawa has always gotten cold so easily and Iwaizumi runs warm; the scarf is probably wrapped loosely around his neck more because he doesn’t want to hold it than because he’s actually cold.

But either way, Iwaizumi had gone chasing after the Unown and Oikawa is still sitting at this fountain and trying to catch a stupid fucking Pidgey and praying it’s secretly a Ditto. He doesn’t even want the Pidgey that badly, he just needs a Ditto to finish one of his Research Tasks and someone had told Makki who had told Mattsun who had told Oikawa that catching a Pidgey is his best bet at finding a Ditto in disguise.

He’s having no luck, though, because this Pidgey with a stupid low CP is refusing to get into the stupid Pokéball and Oikawa is going insane. He puts his finger to the screen and then swipes up, ever so carefully aiming for the Pokémon, and the Pidgey is captured for three—two—one—and then it’s bursting free again.

Oikawa kind of wants to scream, but he’s in public, and so maybe that’s not appropriate.

“Hey, uh—” Oikawa looks up from his phone, resisting the urge to throw it on the ground and stomp on it, and possibly the most beautiful man he’s ever seen is standing next to him— “I’m so sorry about this, and I didn’t mean to be looking over your shoulder, really, but you’ve been trying to catch that Pokémon for fifteen minutes and I think that’s a new record, actually, but do you—maybe—want help?”

Oikawa stares. It’s a testament to how tired of this game he is and also how beautiful the man before him is that he just sighs and gives up. “Yeah, actually.”

The man grins at him, and it’s like staring into a beam of moonlight. Oikawa is in love, possibly.

He jumps down a step to sit down next to Oikawa, still smiling as he says, “I’m Koushi Sugawara. You can call me Suga. You’re feeding it Pinap Berries and that doesn’t actually do anything to increase the catch rate. Gimme—” he motions to Oikawa’s phone— “I promise I won’t steal it.”

“Tooru Oikawa,” Oikawa says, and hands his phone over. He doesn’t even question it. Probably he should be questioning it a little bit. “Are you telling me I’ve been playing this way for months and these stupid berries don’t actually do anything?”

“I mean, they increase the candy you get if you can catch it while the berry is active,” Suga says, “but it’s not helping you catch it.”

Suga takes his phone, pulling off the glove on his right hand and holding the phone in his left. He holds the phone up, tongue hesitating on his bottom lip as he concentrates. In one swift movement, he’s swiping up on the Pokéball and the Pidgey is captured. Oikawa is in love, definitely.

“Making it look easy,” Oikawa says, rolling his eyes. “I swear it wasn’t that easy when I was doing it.”

“It’s an app,” Suga says. “You just gotta time it right.”

Oikawa heaves a sigh, looking on as Suga taps at his screen. “And it’s not even a Ditto.”

“I don’t think that a Ditto is ever gonna be disguised as a Pidgey.” Suga hands the phone back to Oikawa. “Whoever told you that was lying.”

“I’m gonna kill Makki,” Oikawa mutters. Then, failing at keeping out any bitterness from his voice, “I only downloaded this game because all my friends were playing and I wanted to see what all that fuss is about, but if they’re all just going to use it to mess with me then I might as well delete it.”

Suga laughs—it’s a bright, clear sound; startlingly honest. “I can trade you a Ditto if you want. To make up for it.”

“I think I have to capture it in the wild to complete the quest, but thanks.”

“That was me asking for your Trainer code,” Suga says, snorting.

“Oh,” Oikawa says, staring. He blinks. “Oh! Yeah! Yeah, yeah, sure.”

Laughing again, Suga pulls out his own phone and opens it up. He hands it over to Oikawa after a second, the QR code for his Pokémon Go profile pulled up on the screen. Oikawa scans it and adds him as a friend, his profile popping up after only a moment.

“Perfect,” Suga tells him, smiling. He’s a little shorter than Oikawa, and in the afternoon sun, he looks like he’s glowing, like he’s something ethereal. “While we’re at it, can I get your number?”

The corner of Oikawa’s mouth tilts up in a smirk. “Depends why you’re asking.”

Suga hesitates for only a beat before he says, “Because I can probably teach you how to play Pokémon Go better than any of your other friends can and I’d like to put that theory to the test.”

Oikawa snorts. “I’ll take you up on that offer. My friend is around here somewhere but keeps running off to capture Pokémon before he finishes any explanation of what he’s doing.”

“Sounds like I get your number then,” Suga says, grinning. His smile takes up his whole face, transforming the previous amused concentration into something brighter, something without a care in the world. But there’s a kind of nervousness with it, too, like he’s afraid Oikawa is going to reject him.

“Sounds like it,” Oikawa tells him. “Hand me your phone, I’ll put it in.”

Suga grins, handing over his own phone. Oikawa types in his number and then hands it back. He finds, as their fingers brush, that he’s no longer nearly as cold as he had been.

“Thanks,” Suga says. He opens his mouth to say something else, but just then Oikawa hears Iwaizumi call out his name. Suga smiles, a little crooked. “That your friend calling you?”

Oikawa blinks, and the spell that had been keeping the two of them in their own little world is broken. “Oh, yeah, I think so. I’ll catch you later?”

“I’ll text you,” Suga promises. “And maybe even send you a Ditto, if you want one. I have five.”

Oikawa’s eyebrows raise. “Five?”

Suga shrugs, taking a step backwards and starting to walk away. “I play this game a lot.”

“Still,” Oikawa says, calling after him as Suga turns around, smiling, “Five?”

Suga just waves a hand goodbye, leaving Oikawa laughing a little in his wake. He jumps slightly when Iwaizumi comes up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Who was that?”

“Just…someone,” Oikawa says, biting back a smile. “He helped me catch a Pidgey.”

Iwaizumi looks at him incredulously. “You needed a stranger's help for that?”

“Oh, shut up, I don’t see you helping me. Did you catch your Unown?”

Iwaizumi looks away from the direction Suga had walked off into and grins at Oikawa. “I did. Four left, now.”

“Good for you, Iwa,” Oikawa says. “My phone’s about to die, can we go home now?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. So impatient.”

It’s not until the next day that Oikawa gets a text from Suga. He had almost thought that Suga would never text—he didn’t forget, of course he didn’t forget about the man who had helped him win the Pidgey now named KOUSHI!—and it comes as a surprise when the text comes in during the pick up game he had wrangled Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki into.

They’re in between sets, taking a break for water, when Oikawa sees the text.

Hey, this is Suga, from the park yesterday! You want to grab coffee or something sometime today? We can go on a walk after, if you know what I mean.

Oikawa can feel his cheeks flush as he stares at the message. It’s ridiculous, that some random boy would make him feel like this, all warm and excited at the idea of a walk to catch digital Pokémon. He doesn’t know anything about Suga. But he wants to go on this coffee date—is it a date?—nonetheless.

“Who’re you texting?” Makki asks, hooking his chin over Oikawa’s shoulder to peer at his phone.

Oikawa locks his phone home screen before Makki can see his text back—Sounds like fun—and drops his phone with his water bottle and other things. “No one. Let’s get back to the game. You were about to lose, if I remember correctly.”

“You wish, Captain.”

After the game—when they’ve worn themselves out, they’re sweaty and exhausted, and they’re done cleaning up the gym—Oikawa tells the others to go on without him, and he goes to meet Suga at a coffee shop in the opposite direction from home. He would have liked to shower and change first, but the game ran later than expected and if they’re going to go on a walk he’s just going to get sweaty all over again.

“Share your location with me,” Iwaizumi says, just before they part ways. Oikawa gives him a thumbs up and turns the corner, Iwaizumi calling after him, “Make good choices, prettyboy!”

Oikawa rolls his eyes, glancing behind him to shoot Iwaizumi one last grin. “Always do, Mom!”

Iwaizumi looks like he wants to yell something else at him, but Matsukawa puts a hand on his shoulder and shoves him to the front of the trio as they walk away and any words are lost. Oikawa dutifully shares his location with Iwaizumi and then starts walking to the coffee shop Suga had recommended.

Suga is already there, sitting at a table by the window, by the time that Oikawa gets inside and orders his coffee. He’s staring at his phone, and when Oikawa walks behind him to sit at the other side of the table, he catches a glimpse of Suga spinning a Pokéstop by the café.

“You really are obsessed with that game, aren’t you?”

Suga blinks, looking up as Oikawa sits down. His mouth curves up in a smile and Oikawa feels warm all over. “Nice to see you as well, Oikawa. And I mean, yeah. It’s fun. It’s a good motivator to get out of the house on days when I don’t have school.”

“Fair enough.” Oikawa takes a sip of his coffee, instantly making a face when it burns his tongue. “Shit, that’s hot.”

Suga snorts. “You’re not a very patient person, are you?”

“Guess we’re both learning a lot about each other.”

“Oh, I don’t know, based on the way you were trying to get the Pidgey, I could’ve guessed.” Suga smiles at him, wide and with all his teeth. “So, why do you play the game if you don’t like it?”

Oikawa laughs at that. “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s more that I’m not good at it yet. I’ll get better soon enough.”

“Awfully confident in that.”

“Well, I was promised a good teacher, wasn’t I?”

Suga snorts. “I guess I should get on that, shouldn’t I?”

“I’m definitely not stopping you,” Oikawa says. “You want to go on that walk?”

“Sounds like fun,” Suga says. “There’s a gym not far from here. Bet I can help get you your first win.”

Oikawa stands up, grinning. “Let’s do it.”

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