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Strawberry Daifuku - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x fem!Reader AU: college!AU Genre: hurt/comfort Word Count: 3 144 Summary: Suga plans to confess to you the day before Valentine’s Day, but the conversation takes a different turn A/N: I know, usually chocolates are given on Valentine’s Day, not Daifuku (filled mochi), but I made some today for the first time so…

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Sugawara Kōshi was not entirely sure why he felt like a complete fool, standing in front of your door, and yet hesitating to ring. It was the thirteenth of February, just one day before Valentine’s Day, and while he knew that on Valentine’s Day the girls were supposed to confess, he felt like he actually couldn’t stand bottling up his feelings even one day more. Especially when he was placing his bets on you confessing first.

Would he even have a chance with you?

It was weird, he had known you for three years already, having met you at the entrance exams to the university. You had talked then, and when you had bumped into one another at the orientation a few months later, it felt like you both had chosen the other as your ride-or-die. After that it hadn’t taken Sugawara long to fall for you. It had crept in on him since day one, he realized, and the following years he had tried his best to keep his feelings in check.

But what were you feeling for him? He wasn’t sure.

He knew you considered him as one of your closest friends, so there was definitely the risk of losing this friendship if he confessed and you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But then again, you were both finished with your third year of university. The next year would barely consist of classes, instead you’d both focus on your part-time jobs. You already had a job-offer lined up for after graduation, and Sugawara was aiming to join the masters-degree in one year before starting to work as a teacher. That meant, in the next year you’d both be busy, you’d both drift apart. You might never again be as close to each other as right now, so this felt like the last possible moment to tell you the truth.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow and the chance that maybe you would confess. Not that he thought you might. You didn’t exactly act like you were interested in him in that way.

Admittedly, he also didn’t know what you acted like when you were interested in someone. In the three years of your friendship, he had never once seen you express any sort of interest in anyone. Which, as foolish as it was, had always given him the hope, that he might have a chance to worm himself into your heart after all.

The person brushing past him in the stairwell on their way downstairs tore him out of his thoughts. Still feeling incredibly foolish, he exhaled with a sigh and pressed the doorbell. The ringing could be heard through the door, and a moment later the sound of something cluttering and muffled swearing.

Suga hid his giggle, and quickly straightened his face when he heard steps approaching the door. A moment later it swung open, revealing you, dressed in a pair of sweatpants, an oversized shirt and an apron. You only took a quick look at Suga’s face before you already turned around again.

“Come in,” you greeted, “I have something on the stove.” Aaaand you were gone again.

Quickly Suga pushed his foot into the closing door, stopping it from falling into the lock. Mumbling a quiet ‘Ojamashimasu’ as he stepped into your flat, he toed of his shoes in the genkan and followed you into the kitchen, just in time to see you pull a pot from the stovetop, and pouring the white, liquid content into a bowl.

“Cooking,” he asked, stepping closer to see what you were making.

“Uhm, not really. Making chocolates,” you corrected, taking a whisk, and beginning to stir. That was when Suga spied the carton of cream and the empty chocolate bar wrappers on the counter.

“Oh, for tomorrow?” He hadn’t imagined bringing up the topic so quickly.

“What’s tomorrow?” Or not.

“Valentine’s Day…”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, mixing the cream with the melting chocolate. “You know me, I stopped giving away Valentine’s Day chocolates after middle school.”

“I just thought, you know, making chocolates on the day before Valentine’s…” Suga trailed of. “Maybe there’s someone you want to confess to.”

You chuckled amused. “I wouldn’t confess to someone just because it’s Valentine’s Day. The chances of getting rejected are just as high as every other day of the year.”

“Wait, you’ve never tried confessing to someone on Valentine’s Day?” So his chances of getting a confession from you tomorrow had never existed anyway. But also, it suddenly made him doubt that it might be a good idea to confess to you now.

“No,” you admitted, stirring the chocolate-cream mix a little harder. “I wouldn’t confess to someone unless I were fairly certain they’d reciprocate my feelings… Besides, why should I confess to someone, if they’ve can’t be bothered to confess to me any other day of the year? Apparently, they’re not interested enough in me, for me to make the effort of confessing on that one special day. If I want to confess, I might do it as well on any other day. And besides, I’ve never seen the sense in confessing just to confess. And it makes things awkward, especially if it happens between friends.”

Suga felt his heart dropping. Had you figured out his feelings for you? Was this your way of saying ‘Keep that confession and let’s pretend everything’s back to normal’?

“I think most people who confess, knowing their feelings aren’t reciprocated, do so for closure,” Suga said, wondering why his voice suddenly sounded so sharp.

You seemed to have noticed his change in tone, too, looking up from the bowl you had kept stirring.

“Yeah, of course. And if that works for them, that’s cool. Doesn’t mean it would work for me.”

Suga blinked. He felt like he had been rejected even without having confessed anything yet.

“Sooo, you’re just making chocolates for fun? Or as friendship-chocolates?”

“For fun, I doubt anyone would want to eat my chocolates,” you laughed, as if trying to dispense the suddenly tense atmosphere.

“I would,” Suga shrugged, making you look up again.

“Is that your way of saying after three years you’re finally expecting chocolates on Valentine’s Day from me,” you laughed again, raising your eyebrows at him teasingly.

“Well, not expecting,” Suga defended, making you laugh even more. Oh, how he loved that sound. “Just… I wouldn’t complain.”

“Yeah, you and sweets,” you laughed. “But friendship-chocolates are usually store-bought, right? Wouldn’t it be weird to give you homemade ones?”

“I don’t care, chocolate is chocolate,” Suga mumbled, but he couldn’t deny that getting to eat something you had made would mean more to him than getting something he could as well have bought for himself in the store. “I mean, all you have to do is say ‘Those are friendship-chocolates’ and the other person knows what’s going on, right?”

“I guess so,” you agreed, grabbing the bowl you had been stirring the chocolate in, and emptying the contents into a prepared form, laid out with baking paper. “Aw man, this is not turning out nice.”

Suga couldn’t help the giggle that slipped over his lips as he watched you try to smooth down the surface of the chocolate in the baking tray, but it kept sticking to the knife you were using, creating waves, and refusing to smooth down.

“Oh, by the way, why did you drop by?”

Right, there had been a very specific reason. When he had stepped into your small flat, he had been very certain he would finally have the courage to confess his feelings for you. But now…?

The conversation of the past minutes had taken any confidence he had had. Not only was he more convinced than ever that you didn’t like him back, but you had also made it quite clear, that you would think it would make things awkward if someone confessed to you, who you didn’t feel the same way about. And suddenly he felt like it would be best to lie, as usual, while also trying to make his escape as quickly as possible.

“Oh, no reason really,” he answered, but there was one thought in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t get rid of. “Do you really think, someone who truly likes you, wouldn’t confess just because they can’t be bothered?”

“Well, no, of course not,” you sighed, still fighting a silent battle with the chocolate. “It takes tremendous amounts of courage to confess. And perhaps the person thinks just like me, that it’s not worth confessing if they’re not sure I like them. But if they aren’t sure I like them, it’s probably because I don’t. Because I’m really bad at hiding when I like someone, so if I did, they probably would have noticed very quickly. Why do you ask?”

Giving up the fight with the chocolate, you stood up straight, giving Suga a long look as if you expected him to say something. It felt like the way you were looking at him caused something inside of him to tense, all these feelings he had buried deep inside his chest for so long.

Couldn’t you avert your gaze? It was driving him crazy, made him feel like you were reading deep in his soul, laying bare all his well-kept secrets. And then it was too much. Just a minute ago he had decided against telling you the real reason for his visit, and now-

“The real reason I came here today was to tell you that I’ve been in love with you for the past three years.” The words came over his lips so quickly and fluently, he didn’t even know how the phrase had formed in his mind, and before he could quite register the surprised expression in your eyes, or the way your mouth dropped into a tiny “o”, or the way your breath hitched, he continued. “I know you think it will make things awkward, and it probably will. But I owe it to myself to be honest about the way I feel, and I’ve lied to myself for long enough, telling myself it’s okay to just have you as a friend until you eventually fall in love with someone and get together with them. But the truth is, I couldn’t stand that pain. I still value as a friend, but until I’ve dealt with these feelings, it wouldn’t be fair, not to either of us, to continue like this. Sorry.”

Not giving you a chance to respond, not wanting to hear those fateful words of ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you’, he quickly turned around, slipped into his shoes, not bothering to put them on properly, and escaped through the front door. It really felt like an escape, out of that small room of yours that smelled so nicely of chocolate and the laundry detergent you used and your shampoo. Out of that room that seemed to close in on him with every second that the realization increased that he’d never get to call himself yours. Just out of that room. And away from you.

The door was already falling into it’s lock when you called for him, your voice carrying something akin to panic, but Suga ignored you, just sprinted down the steps, grabbed his bike and made sure he got home as quickly as possible, hoping nobody would see his quivering lip or the tears on his cheeks.

Suga tried to call Daichi at last half a dozen times before he turned off his phone, unable to see your name appearing on the screen again and again as you tried calling him. Daichi was probably still at work, so he couldn’t answer, Suga reminded himself, as he buried himself in the blankets on his bed, turning on some anime he had watched over the past few weeks. Outside it had gotten dark quickly after he had returned home, and eventually he had fallen asleep to the noise of the show still running on the small screen of his laptop.

The next morning was, much to Suga’s dismay, bright and sunny. The weather had quickly taken a warm turn after the cold of January, plum blossoms already blooming on the trees he could see from the window in his dorm. Yesterday around this time, he had still imagined what it would be like to take you out for a date today. Nothing grand, maybe buy some cake at the small bakery at the corner, or at the convenience store, take a blanket and sit in the sun at the side of the river. But now the good weather did nothing but annoy him, so he pulled the curtains closed and tried to ignore the world outside. Which worked quite well, until the doorbell rang around noon. Wondering whether he had forgotten about an online order he had made, he got up and opened the door, only to come face to face with you.

You were nervous, he could tell that from even just a glance. Yesterday he had not only been disappointed and sad, but also angry, more at himself than anyone else. But now, with a bit of distance to his outbreak the day before, it was easier to stay calm.

“Happy Valentine’s,” you smiled shyly, avoiding his eyes, as you held out a small box to him. It was one of those cute Valentine’s Day paper boxes he had seen in the 100yen shop for the past weeks.

“Uhm…,” awkwardly Suga stood in the door, before hesitantly taking the box from you. “Wanna come in?”

“Are you sure?”

It felt like a stab to the heart. How had he managed to make you feel anything but welcome in his home in the span of a few minutes yesterday afternoon?

“Yeah, I mean…”

He stepped aside, holding the door open for you. You mumbled the usual greeting as you took off your shoes and stepped into the small, single room apartment.

“I tried making strawberry Daifuku. Emphasis on tried,” you explained, standing around a little helplessly. Suga motioned for you to sit down on one of the cushions of his small table on the floor. “I couldn’t find any red bean paste though, so I made them with chocolate cream.”

“You made them yourself,” Suga wondered, placing the small box on the table, and fetching two plates from the shelf above the sink.

“They’re for valentine’s day after all. So, I thought I might as well put in some effort. They’re kind of ugly though, just saying. Well, not ugly, they just look… authentically handmade.”

Suga giggled at your comment, placing the plates down on the table and fetching a bottle of milk tea and two classes.

“I thought you weren’t in the habit of handing out friendship-chocolates,” he teased. Sure, it kind of hurt, knowing you had rejected him yesterday, although technically you had never phrased it. He was just infinitely glad, that he hadn’t completely destroyed your friendship. “Or friendship-Daifuku, I guess.”

“No, I’m not,” you answered, and the suddenly tense tone made Suga freeze mid-motion, making him look up at you. “Those are not friendship-chocolates.”

“What?”

“They’re just… ordinary Valentine’s Day chocolates. The kind you give to the person you like, to confess to them. Because that’s what I’m here for. To tell you that I like you and have liked you a lot for a long time and- yeah. That’s why I’m here anyway.” You exhaled shakily, still not looking up at Suga, who stood like frozen half-way between the fridge and the table you were seated at.

He blinked a few times, trying to make your words make sense in his head. You liked him?

“Why didn’t you just say that yesterday,” he asked the first thought that popped into his mind.

“I tried,” you defended, finally looking up at him, and could see how close you were to bursting into tears. “I tried, but you just ran away and then wouldn’t answer my calls! And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me after that…”

Suga swallowed thickly, walking the rest of the way over to you, crouching down besides you and placing the glasses down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing the back of his fingers over your cheek. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot and confessing in such an undignified manner. And then running away before giving you the chance to answer. I messed up big time.”

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not. It’s really not. But unfortunately, I can’t change how much of an idiot I was in the past, so let me make it up to you? We can go for a walk, take the tea and the Daifuku, sit in the park for a bit and talk? If you’d like, that is.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, a smile finally tucking at your lips.

“Sounds like a date,” you teased, making his heart skip a beat.

“I was hoping for it to be one,” Suga grinned, standing back up.

He already knew exactly which spot in the park he wanted to take you to. Not the one underneath the plum blossoms. The grass there was in the shade, and without the sun it wouldn’t be warm enough for the thin jacket you were wearing. Instead, he’d take you to the other side of the river, that was in full early spring sun, from where you’d have a perfect view on the blossoms. And when you had eaten the treats which you had made and drunk the tea he would bring, he’d tell you again how much he liked you. Properly this time, without the annoyance and impatience in his voice, only with affection and warmth. Because you deserved nothing less than that.

Holding his hand out to you, he helped you off the floor, but didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles that made both of your cheeks heat up.

When he pulled away, he quickly busied himself with throwing on a cardigan and pushing the bottle of milk tea he was still holding into one of the pockets before he grabbed the box of treats you had made for him and held his other hand out for you again. After a moment’s hesitation, you placed your own in his, watching as he closed his fingers around yours gently.

“Let’s go,” he smiled, guiding you out of the apartment, locking the door behind you. As he was walking down the stairs, the first box of sweets he had ever gotten for a Valentine’s Day in one hand, your hand in the other, he couldn’t wait to turn the rest of the day into the best first date either of you would have ever been able to imagine.

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shibaraki · 7 months

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new original illustration by furudate — movie release date set for 16th february 2024 !!!

#LOOK AT KENMAAJSDJD #THEYRE SOOOO CUTEEE AAAAAH IM MAD I MISSED THE ANNOUNCEMENT IN REAL TIME #haikyuu #hq #haikyu #kozume kenma #hinata shoyo

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heich0e · 10 months

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BAD HABIT - YAKUZA!SUNA x ESCORT!READER - MASTERLIST

18+ NSFW - MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT tags: drabble series, suna rintarou/f!reader, tw sex work, organized crime!au, explicit content related to prev tags will be present, please read the tags on each part.

bad habit - 1k - you criticize suna for his bad habit, but you're not really in any position to judge.

a room with a view - 2.7k - a change in schedule is met with a change in scenery, too. home is where the heart is, etc.

who? - 2.9k - PREQUEL - a very important guest is paying an unexpected visit to the club, but you're determined not to make that your problem.

her - 2.3k - PREQUEL P.2 - it's your problem.

two-faced - 2.3k - set in the morning after part 2 - a wake up call you aren't anywhere close to being appropriately dressed for.

go - 2k - atsumu starts a fight with suna, but kita is the one who ends it.

... tbc

bonus bits - #1

#listen i'm as mad as the rest of u that this is apparently a series now #yakuza!suna #suna x reader #suna x you #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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diactrl · 2 months

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push the button

#ts4 #ts4 render #diactrl #quick render besties #just dipping my toes for now LMFAO #anyways!!#tumblr stop ruining the quality please and thanks #this was literally hq i am MAD #oc: Devon #oc: Tilaliah #oc: Hayden #oc: Zelda

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skysmadness · 7 months

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my captain and vice captain <3

#I WAS SOO ROBBED #i remember predicting them being captain and vice captain back in like #2014 #SO MAD WE DIDN'T GET TO SEE MORE OF THEM AS THIRD YEARS UUGGGH #furudate give me a spin off pls #praying emoji #kageyama tobio #yamaguchi tadashi #yamakage #haikyuu #hq #hq!!#haikyuu!!#ryudoesart

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march-hare01 · 5 months

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hawnks · 2 months

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I want a lawsuit over this I’m not kidding.

The opt out button is a nice complacency piece but it literally does nothing. Idk the particulars of how they’re scraping data but they’re not just going to nicely remove your writing from their datasets if it’s already in there. You can’t unteach the machine.

Let it be know that I do not consent to my blog, my art, my blood sweat and other bodily fluids to be fed to the AI. And I don’t even have the button to “turn it off” yet.

#this may be my final straw.#BOLD move tumblr with all the other rank shit going on at HQ :/#shall we move to pillowfort or mastodon? which one we feeling gang #squawk tag #discourse #kind of #?#I’m literally so mad #bro I fought my way OUT of this field now i can’t escape it #no more using my writing for this evil shit!! ENOUGH

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kentobb · 5 days

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Hate that I love you. (Part 01)

Characters: Kyotani Kentaro x Female Reader (slight mention of Toru Oikawa)

Warning: Foul Language

Kentaro Kyotani does not want to admit that he remembers how he met you. If anybody heard the way he spoke with such delicacy and softness about that moment, they would immediately assume that he is in love with you. Which he is, but he would rather be kicked in the balls than admitting something like that.

He met you in the bustling halls of the elementary school, among the giggles and chatter of the other kids. His heart was captured as he saw you, as you made your way to ask him if you could play with him.

“C-Can I play with you?” You stuttered, as you looked him in the eyes.

How come you weren’t scared of him? How come you didn’t flinch away from him like the other kids did?

“Whatever,” He replied as he rolled his eyes, trying to be nonchalant about it. As if his heart wasn’t jumping out of excitement.

You were his first friend.

And his first crush…

At first, he dismisses it as a passing fancy, a silly crush destined to fade with time. But as years slipped by, your presence remained a constant warmth in his life.

Because you were more than just his friend, you were his confidante, his ally in the maze of school life. You helped him with assignments, shared your notes and nudged him towards success. When he stumbled, you were there to pick him up, encouragement a steady anchor in stormy seas.

You made him laugh until his sides hurt, the one who he would share his deepest secrets with beneath the shade of the playful tree, the one who sat as you scolded him with a gentle hand when he veered off course.

The only girl, apart from his mom that he treated kindly as if you were delicate like a leaf, as if your feelings were build out of crystal.

But why does it seem that fate plays a cruel hand?

Why are you dating that idiot? Why are you dating his captain?

Yes, he knew you had a crush on his captain for a while. But he thought that you would know by time that Toru Oikawa it’s a fuckboy. That he collects girls like pokemon cards and does not give a single fuck.

“You do know the kind of guy he is…. Right?” He said, his voice low and hesitant. “Like it’s not a secret…”

“Ken, I know the rumors,” You began, “But that doesn’t mean they are true.”

He clenched his jaw, fighting back the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He knew he had no right to feel this way, but jealousy gnawed at him from the inside out.

“What do you mean they are not true?” He spoke, “He has like a hundred exes,” He sighed

You tilted your head. studying him with those kind eyes that had ensnared his heart from the very beginning. "I know his reputation, Ken. But people can change. And Toru... he's been different with me. He's been... kind."

The word struck him like a blow to the chest. Kind. Wasn't that what he had always strived to be for you? Yet here you were, finding kindness in the arms of someone else. "Sweet words don't mean anything, you know," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the ground. "He's just using them to get what he wants."

A gentle hand on his arm made him look up, meeting her gaze once more. "Ken, are you... jealous?"

The question hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken truths.His heart raced, his mind scrambling for an excuse, a way to deflect the truth that threatened to spill from his lips. "What? No way! I'm just... I'm just worried about you, that's all."

You smiled, a bittersweet expression that tore at his soul. "I appreciate your concern, Ken Ken. But I can take care of myself. And I want to give Toru a chance. Can't you support me in this?"

His throat tightened with the words he longed to say, the confession he dared not speak aloud. "Of course," he forced out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll support you, no matter what."

You leaned in to hug him, Kyotani closed his eyes, willing himself to swallow the bitter taste of unspoken love. But as your arms wrapped around him, he couldn't help but wonder... would he ever find the courage to tell you the truth?

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#haikyuu #hq fluff #hq x reader #oikawa toru #kyotani kentaro #female reader #oikawa x reader #kyotani x reader #mad dog #hq angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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idk-bruh-20 · 10 months

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WAIT WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME THAT KAREN WAS APPARENTLY DESTROYED DURING THE FIGHT WITH MYSTERIO OR WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO READ THAT ON HER MARVEL WIKI PAGE MYSELF

#reason 456325654590865 to DESPISE DEPLORE REJECT THE CURRENT MCU #why would they DO THAT TO MY GIRL?????#I'm not back I'm just mad and need to shriek into the void about it #and I need the void to shriek back #heading to disney hq with my pitchfork anyone wanna carpool #oh my GOD #karen the ai #beyonce sweetie I'm so sorry an ugly ass bitch like that would even do that to you #ironfam #thoughts #gonna leave now to go read some sweet justice for my girl from the only true canon creators left #irondad writers my beloveds #:(

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simioazul · 7 months

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I love them your honor....

#my art #miya atsumu #hinata shoyo #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #atsuhina #they cured my art block #this is for the other atsuhina truthers out there...#i feel like is just me tbh #I have like 9 other drawings plus animation...#welcome to my madness #my otp #fanart #digital art

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system-to-the-madness · 1 month

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Cherry Blossom Study Date 🌸 Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 199 Summary: Suga invited you to a study date… only that he forgot to ask for it to be a date.

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Suga felt infinitely stupid as he was sitting on the old wooden bench, with his elbow propped against the equally old wooden table made for picknicks, and brushed another light-pink petal away from his notebook. An hour ago, he had been in the highest of spirits, not even bothered by having to ride up the slope of the mountain with his crappy bicycle. In his bag, he had not only packed his books, notebooks, and pencil case, but also two bottles of Calpis soda and a box full of freshly cut fruit; everything one needed for a study date under the blooming cherry trees.

Except, when you had arrived, it had suddenly dawned on Suga that he had never asked you for this to be a date. He had been so excited that you had agreed to revise last semester’s lessons with him, so you were prepared for the new semester, that he had forgotten to ask if you wanted this to be a date.

Now he sat with his fingers clenched around his pencil, pressing the tip a little too hard into the paper, trying to keep the frown off his face. Seriously though, how could he have been so stupid? This was the best proof that a.) being in love sucked, because it turned him into a complete idiot, and b.) that he was probably never going to be in any kind of relationship if he continued being such a lovesick fool each time.

To make matters worse, he had imagined the two of you lightly chatting while revising and going through the material you had compiled to study for last semester’s final exams, all while snacking on the fruit he had brought, and since it would have been a date, he would have had a valid excuse to sneak glances at you as often as he liked.

But now here he was, silently staring at his paper, the box with cut fruit still in his bag (because it would have been awkward to bring snacks to a casual study session, right?), and his eyes stubbornly glued to the paper in front of him. He couldn’t even enjoy the soft spring breeze, the warm sunlight on his face or the pink petals above his head and all around him really, as the wind carried them to the ground.

Another petal landed on his notebook, and he stared at it for a moment. All he could think about was how it was too late to ask you for a second study session, but as a date this time. There was no time pressure so it would be weird to ask to meet again in the next days, but the cherry blossom would soon fade. There were another three, maybe four days in which the blossoms were beautiful, and then the magic would be over. He had missed his chance. He bit his lip, in an attempt to not let himself be overwhelmed by this thought of failure, and sighed quietly, which was precisely when you suddenly spoke up.

“Suga-kun?”

His head snapped up, deep brown eyes focusing on you sitting next to him.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?"

He did his best to put on his usual smile, warm, safe, somewhat carefree. The captain of another volleyball team in high school had apparently called him “Mr. Refreshing” as a nickname. That kind of smile.

“Isn’t that a question already,” he teased, but when you only rolled your eyes at him, he chuckled, not missing the way the corners of your lips were raised as well. “Sure, what’s up?”

Tapping your pen against the paper a few times, your eyes left his and looked out over the park instead, where families and groups of friends were sitting on blankets under the Sakura trees. After a short moment, you looked back to Suga, as if you had found the determination you needed to overcome whatever nervousness had made you hesitate before.

“Is this a date?”

Suga blinked. What?

“It’s just…” you sighed and leant back against the backrest of the bench you were sitting on, looking over the park again. “I thought it might be, and I really wanted it to be, but you’ve been kind of… quiet and I’m not sure how to take that or what’s really going on now. And I’m thinking, maybe you didn’t mean this as a date but realized I did, and it made you uncomfortable- which I would understand, I really do! And it’s completely fine if this is not a-”

“Wait, wait, hold up- you wanted this to be a date?” Suga stared at you wide eyed, finding you were looking back at him with the same expression.

“Well, I-,” you averted your gaze again, before nodding. “Yes, actually.”

Suga couldn’t help the laughter that suddenly spilled over his lips.

“And here I was worried,” he laughed, relief flooding through his whole body. When he saw you confused expression, he quickly explained. “I also wanted this to be a date, but when I arrived, I realized I had never asked you and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

At his explanation you laughed too. “I’m glad I asked then,” you giggled, making Suga nod enthusiastically.

“Oh, and I even brought drinks and snacks,” Suga suddenly remembered. While reaching down to his bag, he kept talking. “For the past hour I’ve been scolding myself for being such a fool and forgetting to ask! And how I couldn’t ask for a proper study date under the Sakura trees now, because it would be weird to meet twice to study in such a short time, especially since there’s nothing to study for!”

Again you laughed, the sound making butterflies erupt in Suga’s stomach. God, he loved hearing your cheerful voice.

“Well, I personally wouldn’t mind, if we went to the Sakura Night Market together, the day after tomorrow,” you grinned as Suga dove back up, presenting the two bottles of drink and the box with the cut fruit to you.

“Wouldn’t you,” he asked, “Now if that’s the case, why don’t we go? As a date though, just to make that clear.”

“As a date,” you agreed, laughing. “And this is a date too.”

“To be honest, a study date is kinda lame for a first date, isn’t it,” Suga pondered, opening the box and offering you sliced strawberries and apples.

“Oh, I think it’s cute,” you shrugged and thanked him for the offered food. “But we should get back to studying if we want to finish here before it gets too cool.”

You were right. Currently it was still warm, but as soon as the sun was going to disappear behind the mountains, it was going to get cold quickly.

So Suga tried focusing back on his study materials, glad that the strange silence from before had evaporated and instead you kept making comments about the work to one another every few minutes while sharing the snacks he had brought and kept sneaking glances at one another. But the whole time Suga could barely focus because his mind was still hung up on you thinking a study date with him was cute.

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