Happy pride! I've had this scene in my head for a little while now, so I'm setting it free. A little Trans Daichi Daisuga for everyone;;; And also a little drabble... for context, you know.
CW: Needles, injection
Daichi watched as Koushi got prepped for their little Saturday morning routine. It was quick work by now - he’d been doing this for… how long now? He’d started helping Daichi with this task within that first month they lived together, so that was something like 5 years at this point.
Time flies when you’re having fun, Daichi thought, grinning.
“Oh, he’s smiling before coffee AND while I have a needle in my hand,” Koushi said, wearing a grin of his own as he teased. He shook the vial and held it upside down before drawing out .5mL of a hormone Daichi’s body couldn’t produce on its own. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“Just… thinking about time. And you. And this,” he said, gesturing to Koushi’s little prep station. Every weekend, the same thing - three alcohol pads, opened before anything started for quick access, two different gauges of needles, a syringe, the vial, and a band-aid (also pre-opened just in case). He always arranged it just so on a makeshift metal tray that had been a lid to something in a past life, but had now, for almost 4 years, been Koushi’s makeshift nurse’s station. “Feels like only yesterday you started doing this for me… and now you’ve got it down to a science.”
Koushi’s eyes softened, likely casting his mind back into the past right along with Daichi. There was a lot of it, and while they’d had hard times… there was an overabundance of goodness. Smiles and laughs that never seemed to stop, even though by all rights, they should be sick of one another after more than a decade together.
“Had to,” he finally said, “You were so pitiful when you did it yourself… blame my overall pleasant and extremely giving nature. I’m basically a saint.”
“Sugawara Koushi, patron saint of needle shy and pathetic souls…”
Koushi scrunched his nose in distaste as he dropped to his knees beside where Daichi sat on the closed toilet in their bathroom. “Yeah, let’s keep workshopping that one.”
“Anything for you, St. Suga,” Daichi laughed as Koushi cleaned a spot on his outer thigh with one of the alcohol pads.
“That’s right,” he replied, now holding the prepped syringe in one hand, “Ready?”
“Be gentle,” Daichi said, leaning as far away from Koushi as he could, face scrunched in a grimace… though he peeked at Koushi out of one eye and one corner of his mouth was curled up in a playful grin.
“Really?”
“Hey, don’t blame me… I’m pitiful, remember? A delicate flower.”
“You’re a big baby… good thing you’re cute.”
“It’s my secret weapon… worked on you.”
Koushi rolled his eyes in what Daichi understood was mock exasperation before they both broke out in chuckles.
“It sure did,” he answered as he moved quickly to complete the injection. Only a moment’s work, but it was important. This little routine had once been Daichi’s alone - and Koushi wasn’t wrong, he’d hated doing it himself, had worked himself up and almost passed out a few times - but now it was theirs, together. Now, he could smile and laugh through it. And that meant the world to him.
The deed done, Koushi covered the site with a fresh alcohol pad as he rubbed circles in the muscle. Neither of them really knew if that helped settle or spread the liquid, but it seemed the thing to do, so it was done.
“And there we have it,” Koushi said, applying a band-aid as the finishing touch. As he did every Saturday, he kissed the tips of two fingers and pressed them over the bandage. “All set.”
“Hey,” Daichi said, looking down into the eyes of the one thing he was sure at this point he couldn’t live without, “Thank you.”
“Of course…”
“No, I mean it,” he said, tone turning serious. Sincere. “You may not be an official saint, but to me… it feels a lot like I’ve been blessed.”
Koushi’s eyes went wide for a moment before his face softened. He reached up and pressed a fist into Daichi’s chest, just a gentle, playful little punch. It was the language he fell back on when actual words failed him.
“Dummy. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Wanna make pancakes?”
“Hell yeah I do!”
And just like that, the Saturday morning ritual was complete. Breakfast was made and life went on.
And life was good.
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I seemed to have been blocked by the creator of the original post. But i do wish to clear a misunderstanding. First of all, im an adult. Second of all, I apologize. It seems ive come of rude. I did not mean this. I assumed the "LMAO" at the end would indicate my amusment at thr situation. Instead it seems to have made me sound mean. You do not have to rrspond to this. But i do try to reach out over misunderstandings when i can.
i think it was more you patronizing and chastising my friend for simply joking around with me on my post and implying that she was some kind of sexual deviant who needs to 'learn a lesson' that we took issue with, not so much the little LMAO tacked on the end? people are allowed to make jokes with their friends dude, we dont need or want to be lectured by someone about how morally inferior we are to them and told that we need to be 'taught a lesson'. i understand the instinct to 'protect' a fictional character up to a point, but they're still fictional characters, and we're not committing any moral thought-crime by making jokes about them, and my friend wasn't wrong for joking about a show she doesn't know, as you quite patronizingly claimed. YOU are the one who brought this tar-pit energy to what was just two people having fun.
i appreciate you... KIND OF apologizing for that (although you've only really apologized for a 'misunderstanding', implying you don't actually understand that inserting yourself into a friendly interaction to lecture someone about their moral deviancy and how they need to 'take this as a lesson' is just. a rude and shitty thing to do?) but i'd appreciate it if you left us alone now, thanks.
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