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He checked his watch again. An hour and a half had already passed since he had arrived, and a whole hour from the time that (M/N) said he would be here. Suga couldn’t help but feel anxious from the thought of him being in some sort of trouble.

(M/N) had left to visit his family that lives a few hours away, leaving Suga to miss him dearly for a whole week. Today was the day he would return, through train, and meet Suga outside of the station so they can walk home together. But many things were already causing problems for them. It was raining cats and dogs, the service was down therefore Suga couldn’t call (M/N), and most troublesome of all: (M/N) was late.

Suga’s leaning on the wall at the outside of the station, an umbrella in hand and his phone in the other. To distract himself from worrying, he goes through his and (M/N)’s texts, smiling lightly at the texts the other male had sent to him.
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6 Days Ago | (M/N): ‘ i just got here!!! i was happy until i remembered that i won’t see you for the next couple of days...but i love you! i’ll miss you! ^^ ‘

6 Days Ago | Sugawara: ‘ That’s great, (M/N)!!! have a good time, okay? remember, we’re meeting at the train station once you get back, so make sure you text me when you’re on your way. i love you have fun!!! <3

6 Days Ago | (M/N): ‘ (・∀・ ) mhm ! i heard it’ll be sunny on the day i come back, so maybe we can go on a date once i get there? aaaa i mean if you want, sugy!!!! i have to go now, though. i’ll see you soon !
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Suga couldn’t help but giggle lightly under his breath. He surely was mistaken when he thought it would be a nice day today. But the fact that he had suggested they go on a date made a sweet blush invade his cheeks. He’s too cute for his own good.

He misses him. His chest tightens and he shuts off his phone’s screen before stuffing it into his pocket. He’s prepared to wait all day for his (H/C) partner, but he just hopes he’s okay and warm, wherever he is. Hopefully he’s not letting himself be walked on and guilt tripped to do things for people. He’s the type that would help an old lady cross the street even if it took hours. (M/N) has a habit of not asking for help when he needs it. Mostly because he’s too sheepish to ask anyone something in fear of being out of line. Suga’s been trying to bring out his more outgoing side, but so far the only person (M/N) opens up to is Suga himself.
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Suga walked out of the classroom as the bell rang, trying to avoid the herd of students that headed toward the front gate to leave. He took a turn and started towards (M/N)’s second-year classroom. Once he reaches the room, he pauses at the entrance and moves out of the way as the rest of the students emerge from the classroom. He can’t spot (M/N) among them.

Once the doorway is cleared, Suga gazes inside and sees the younger male, standing behind his desk. His teacher was speaking to him, and (M/N) seemed to be upset with his words as he deadpanned, ducking his face and holding his textbooks close to his chest. Suga stares, not wanting to interrupt the teacher that wasn’t even his.

Finally, the teacher dismisses him and (M/N) turns on his heel, his eyes still shadowed as he made his way towards the door. Once his orbs landed on Suga, his eyes widened and he jumped, his (H/C) locks swaying as he did so.

“Suga? What are you doing here?”

Suga saw the hint of red wash over his face, and he chuckled, “Sorry, I just wanted to walk home with you this time.”

~

“So what was your sensei talking to you about? Did you get in trouble?”

(M/N) pursed his lips and glanced at him as they walked side by side down the sidewalk. He averted his eyes quickly and shook his head slightly.

“No. He’s just disappointed in me, I think.”

Suga frowned and absent-mindedly clenched his fists inside of the pockets of his jacket, “Hm? What happened?”

(M/N) sighed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a habit that he had that Suga found very endearing. A small smile played on his lips, “There’s a tall guy in our class. Even taller than Tsukishima. He sits in front of me in class, and…”

Suga glanced at him and listened carefully, noticing how an embarrassed blush took over (M/N)’s cheeks as he refused to meet eyes with him.

“I couldn’t see the board at all today in class because of him. I was too shy to ask him to move a little bit...and Sensei knew I hadn’t gotten any work done because of it. He told me I need to be more open to my classmates if I want to do good…” (M/N) rambled quietly, turning to Suga, “He told me to talk to the tall guy tomorrow or else my participation grade will go down! Can you believe that?”

Suga looked at him, slowly lifting a hand to cover his smile that crept onto his face. (M/N) noticed this and pouted, grabbing onto Suga’s arm and leaning on him, shaking his head vigorously.

“Please don’t laugh at me! The guy’s so scary -- how am I going to talk to him tomorrow, Suga?!”

Suga looked down at him and patted his head soothingly, “It’ll be okay, (M/N).You shouldn’t be so shy around your classmates. You’ll be working with them all year, you know.”

(M/N) sighed into the cloth of his jacket, continuing to defeatingly shake his head, “You’re the only one I feel comfortable talking to, though…”

“Hmm…” Suga stopped walking and brought a hand up to his chin, looking up to seem like he was in deep, deep thought. (M/N) watched him with a puzzled look on his face, still gripping his arm.

“Hey, I have an idea!”

~

Suga and (M/N) sat across from each other in (M/N)’s room, confused eyes meeting determined ones.

“Okay, pretend I’m the tall guy,” Suga told him, pointing a thumb at himself, “What are you going to say to me?”

(M/N) quickly caught onto his idea and his eyes lit up. He opens his mouth but closes it again, thinking heavily about his words. Suga watches him with a small smile, patiently waiting for his first move.

“Um..” (M/N) laid his hands on his lap and looked at him again, “H-Hello! My name is--” He waved shyly, forcing a shaky smile, “My name is...uh...it’s..”

“You forgot your name?”

(M/N) exploded into a flustered, blushing mess as he hollered excuses and waved his hands in front of him. Suga snickered and urged him to try again, assuring him that it was fine since it was his first try.

“Hello! My name is (L/N) (M/N)! I sit behind you in class and it’s pretty difficult to see the board, so if you could, can you..um…”

(M/N) trailed off and the determination faded from his eyes, replaced with a rather sad look. Suga looked at him, worry and confusion rushing through him.

“That was great so far! You just need to decide what you’re going to say next, right?” Suga told him, trying to encourage him once again.

(M/N) looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck, pulling his knees closer to himself, “Well, now that I think about it...won’t it sound mean? He might think I’m making fun of him because he’s so tall...I don’t want to make him feel bad.”

‘ you’re far too nice for your own good ‘

“He can’t help it right? That’s just the way he is…”

(M/N)’s eyes were shadowed with guilt, and Suga knew he was being very sincere.

Suga looked at him lovingly and tilted his head, “I understand. Maybe just try to be his friend for now then, if you don’t want to call him out for his height. But…” His pale orbs shone with concern, “How will you see the board?”

(M/N) seemed to have already thought about that. He smiled and gazed at him calmly.
“I think anyones self-esteem is more important than a dumb whiteboard.”

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Suga smiled to himself as he remembered that particular silly situation that they had went through just a few weeks ago. (M/N) had actually made friends with the guy and his sensei left his participation grade alone for now. His extreme kindness resulted in two things good for him, just like Suga had hoped.

He felt his face flush and he sighed, running a hand through his damp locks. He really misses (M/N), it hurts.

"Suga!"

Hearing the familiar voice call his name, his gentle eyes shifted upwards. His gaze landed on (M/N)'s figure, standing a little ways away from him with an ecstatic look on his endearing features.

"(M/N)? (M/N)!"

Suga sprinted towards him, a pang of worry overcoming him. (M/N)'s soaked, rainwater dripping from his hair as he stood without an umbrella. Despite being drenched and shivering, he gave Suga a big smile and ran to meet him.

"I'm very sorry for being late! The train had a delay a-and --"

"Don't worry about that!" Suga quickly brought the umbrella under them both and put a hand on his cheek, wincing as touching (M/N)'s skin felt like feeling ice, "Why don't you have an umbrella with you?"

(M/N) blinked and stared at him before understanding glazed over his (E/C) eyes, giving him a shy smile, "A-Ah, I just didn't know it would rain today. Um...sorry..."

Suga frowned and bit his lip, "I don't want you to get sick."

When Suga looked at him again, he saw (M/N) avert his eyes to the ground, a mixture of guilt and disappointment shadowing his face. Suga stared at him for a moment before realizing how dumb he is. He hadn't even formally greeted (M/N).

"I'm so glad you're here, though!" Suga surprised (M/N) with a hug, pulling him close and feeling the wet surface press onto his chest, "I was worried sick. Did you have a good time with your family?"

(M/N) was quiet for a second before he quickly returned the embrace, burying his face into Suga's neck and smiling against him, "Yeah, I did."

Suga pulled away and placed a quick kiss on his lips, making (M/N) tense up and turn deep shades of red. Suga chuckled, loving how cute (M/N) looked when he was indeed flustered. He loves everything about (M/N). From his personality, to his looks, to his voice, to the feel of his lips on his. There isn't a single cell in his body that Suga isn't absolutely in love with.

(M/N) noticed him staring at him with lovestruck warmth and immediately stifled an embarrassed smile, readjusting the backpack on his back.

"Suga, let's go to your house now! I'm freezing..."

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extra ::

Finally home.

"S-Suga!"

(M/N) blushed as he was lifted from his feet, instinctively wrapping his legs around Suga's waist as he carried him to the bed. Even though he had changed into dry clothes, his hair is still damp and messy and he feels mortified as he's given PDA like this.

Suga buries his face into the crook of his neck as he lays him down onto the soft bed, showering him with kisses. (M/N) closes his mouth tight, very aware that Suga's older brother is downstairs. He melts into Suga's touch and strokes the back of his hair, enjoying the love that's radiating from the both of them.

Suga smirks as he sits up, gazing at him with warm eyes, "You still smell like rain."

(M/N) gaped and brought his hands up to his face to escape Suga's gaze, his face growing even redder than before. How embarrassing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so bad at stuff like this..."

"Don't cover your face!" Suga gripped his wrists gently and slid them away, smiling warmly at the sight of him, "I never said the scent of it was bad."

(M/N) stared at him and pursed his lips, opening his mouth to say something before he felt a pair of hands make their way up his sides underneath his shirt, making him flinch.

Suga came back down to kiss him sweetly, gingerly biting at his lip gently and using one hand to keep (M/N)'s chin up. (M/N)'s hands that were once tangled in his hair suddenly drew back and he gently held Suga's face. Suga thought this was an affectionate move before he felt (M/N) tug his face away from his lips, to which he complied quickly and stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, did I --- did I do something wrong?"

(M/N)'s eyes were shut tight as he shook his head vigorously, his (H/C) locks swaying as he did so. He brought his hands back and covered his mouth, still refusing to open his eyes as he suddenly tensed up.

Then, he sneezed. Suga stared at him for a second before bursting into a series of chuckles, sitting up on his knees and covering his giggles with his hand. (M/N) wiped his nose with his sleeve and let out a defeated groan, turning onto his side to sneeze again into the covers of the bed.

Suga ruffled his hair gently and smiled, feeling a little bad for the male.

"Looks like you did get sick, after all, huh?"

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He checked his watch again. An hour and a half had already passed since he had arrived, and a whole hour from the time that (M/N) said he would be here. Suga couldn’t help but feel anxious from the thought of him being in some sort of trouble.

(M/N) had left to visit his family that lives a few hours away, leaving Suga to miss him dearly for a whole week. Today was the day he would return, through train, and meet Suga outside of the station so they can walk home together. But many things were already causing problems for them. It was raining cats and dogs, the service was down therefore Suga couldn’t call (M/N), and most troublesome of all: (M/N) was late.

Suga’s leaning on the wall at the outside of the station, an umbrella in hand and his phone in the other. To distract himself from worrying, he goes through his and (M/N)’s texts, smiling lightly at the texts the other male had sent to him.
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6 Days Ago | (M/N): ‘ i just got here!!! i was happy until i remembered that i won’t see you for the next couple of days...but i love you! i’ll miss you! ^^ ‘

6 Days Ago | Sugawara: ‘ That’s great, (M/N)!!! have a good time, okay? remember, we’re meeting at the train station once you get back, so make sure you text me when you’re on your way. i love you have fun!!! <3

6 Days Ago | (M/N): ‘ (・∀・ ) mhm ! i heard it’ll be sunny on the day i come back, so maybe we can go on a date once i get there? aaaa i mean if you want, sugy!!!! i have to go now, though. i’ll see you soon !
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Suga couldn’t help but giggle lightly under his breath. He surely was mistaken when he thought it would be a nice day today. But the fact that he had suggested they go on a date made a sweet blush invade his cheeks. He’s too cute for his own good.

He misses him. His chest tightens and he shuts off his phone’s screen before stuffing it into his pocket. He’s prepared to wait all day for his (H/C) partner, but he just hopes he’s okay and warm, wherever he is. Hopefully he’s not letting himself be walked on and guilt tripped to do things for people. He’s the type that would help an old lady cross the street even if it took hours. (M/N) has a habit of not asking for help when he needs it. Mostly because he’s too sheepish to ask anyone something in fear of being out of line. Suga’s been trying to bring out his more outgoing side, but so far the only person (M/N) opens up to is Suga himself.
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Suga walked out of the classroom as the bell rang, trying to avoid the herd of students that headed toward the front gate to leave. He took a turn and started towards (M/N)’s second-year classroom. Once he reaches the room, he pauses at the entrance and moves out of the way as the rest of the students emerge from the classroom. He can’t spot (M/N) among them.

Once the doorway is cleared, Suga gazes inside and sees the younger male, standing behind his desk. His teacher was speaking to him, and (M/N) seemed to be upset with his words as he deadpanned, ducking his face and holding his textbooks close to his chest. Suga stares, not wanting to interrupt the teacher that wasn’t even his.

Finally, the teacher dismisses him and (M/N) turns on his heel, his eyes still shadowed as he made his way towards the door. Once his orbs landed on Suga, his eyes widened and he jumped, his (H/C) locks swaying as he did so.

“Suga? What are you doing here?”

Suga saw the hint of red wash over his face, and he chuckled, “Sorry, I just wanted to walk home with you this time.”

~

“So what was your sensei talking to you about? Did you get in trouble?”

(M/N) pursed his lips and glanced at him as they walked side by side down the sidewalk. He averted his eyes quickly and shook his head slightly.

“No. He’s just disappointed in me, I think.”

Suga frowned and absent-mindedly clenched his fists inside of the pockets of his jacket, “Hm? What happened?”

(M/N) sighed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a habit that he had that Suga found very endearing. A small smile played on his lips, “There’s a tall guy in our class. Even taller than Tsukishima. He sits in front of me in class, and…”

Suga glanced at him and listened carefully, noticing how an embarrassed blush took over (M/N)’s cheeks as he refused to meet eyes with him.

“I couldn’t see the board at all today in class because of him. I was too shy to ask him to move a little bit...and Sensei knew I hadn’t gotten any work done because of it. He told me I need to be more open to my classmates if I want to do good…” (M/N) rambled quietly, turning to Suga, “He told me to talk to the tall guy tomorrow or else my participation grade will go down! Can you believe that?”

Suga looked at him, slowly lifting a hand to cover his smile that crept onto his face. (M/N) noticed this and pouted, grabbing onto Suga’s arm and leaning on him, shaking his head vigorously.

“Please don’t laugh at me! The guy’s so scary -- how am I going to talk to him tomorrow, Suga?!”

Suga looked down at him and patted his head soothingly, “It’ll be okay, (M/N).You shouldn’t be so shy around your classmates. You’ll be working with them all year, you know.”

(M/N) sighed into the cloth of his jacket, continuing to defeatingly shake his head, “You’re the only one I feel comfortable talking to, though…”

“Hmm…” Suga stopped walking and brought a hand up to his chin, looking up to seem like he was in deep, deep thought. (M/N) watched him with a puzzled look on his face, still gripping his arm.

“Hey, I have an idea!”

~

Suga and (M/N) sat across from each other in (M/N)’s room, confused eyes meeting determined ones.

“Okay, pretend I’m the tall guy,” Suga told him, pointing a thumb at himself, “What are you going to say to me?”

(M/N) quickly caught onto his idea and his eyes lit up. He opens his mouth but closes it again, thinking heavily about his words. Suga watches him with a small smile, patiently waiting for his first move.

“Um..” (M/N) laid his hands on his lap and looked at him again, “H-Hello! My name is--” He waved shyly, forcing a shaky smile, “My name is...uh...it’s..”

“You forgot your name?”

(M/N) exploded into a flustered, blushing mess as he hollered excuses and waved his hands in front of him. Suga snickered and urged him to try again, assuring him that it was fine since it was his first try.

“Hello! My name is (L/N) (M/N)! I sit behind you in class and it’s pretty difficult to see the board, so if you could, can you..um…”

(M/N) trailed off and the determination faded from his eyes, replaced with a rather sad look. Suga looked at him, worry and confusion rushing through him.

“That was great so far! You just need to decide what you’re going to say next, right?” Suga told him, trying to encourage him once again.

(M/N) looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck, pulling his knees closer to himself, “Well, now that I think about it...won’t it sound mean? He might think I’m making fun of him because he’s so tall...I don’t want to make him feel bad.”

‘ you’re far too nice for your own good ‘

“He can’t help it right? That’s just the way he is…”

(M/N)’s eyes were shadowed with guilt, and Suga knew he was being very sincere.

Suga looked at him lovingly and tilted his head, “I understand. Maybe just try to be his friend for now then, if you don’t want to call him out for his height. But…” His pale orbs shone with concern, “How will you see the board?”

(M/N) seemed to have already thought about that. He smiled and gazed at him calmly.
“I think anyones self-esteem is more important than a dumb whiteboard.”

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Suga smiled to himself as he remembered that particular silly situation that they had went through just a few weeks ago. (M/N) had actually made friends with the guy and his sensei left his participation grade alone for now. His extreme kindness resulted in two things good for him, just like Suga had hoped.

He felt his face flush and he sighed, running a hand through his damp locks. He really misses (M/N), it hurts.

"Suga!"

Hearing the familiar voice call his name, his gentle eyes shifted upwards. His gaze landed on (M/N)'s figure, standing a little ways away from him with an ecstatic look on his endearing features.

"(M/N)? (M/N)!"

Suga sprinted towards him, a pang of worry overcoming him. (M/N)'s soaked, rainwater dripping from his hair as he stood without an umbrella. Despite being drenched and shivering, he gave Suga a big smile and ran to meet him.

"I'm very sorry for being late! The train had a delay a-and --"

"Don't worry about that!" Suga quickly brought the umbrella under them both and put a hand on his cheek, wincing as touching (M/N)'s skin felt like feeling ice, "Why don't you have an umbrella with you?"

(M/N) blinked and stared at him before understanding glazed over his (E/C) eyes, giving him a shy smile, "A-Ah, I just didn't know it would rain today. Um...sorry..."

Suga frowned and bit his lip, "I don't want you to get sick."

When Suga looked at him again, he saw (M/N) avert his eyes to the ground, a mixture of guilt and disappointment shadowing his face. Suga stared at him for a moment before realizing how dumb he is. He hadn't even formally greeted (M/N).

"I'm so glad you're here, though!" Suga surprised (M/N) with a hug, pulling him close and feeling the wet surface press onto his chest, "I was worried sick. Did you have a good time with your family?"

(M/N) was quiet for a second before he quickly returned the embrace, burying his face into Suga's neck and smiling against him, "Yeah, I did."

Suga pulled away and placed a quick kiss on his lips, making (M/N) tense up and turn deep shades of red. Suga chuckled, loving how cute (M/N) looked when he was indeed flustered. He loves everything about (M/N). From his personality, to his looks, to his voice, to the feel of his lips on his. There isn't a single cell in his body that Suga isn't absolutely in love with.

(M/N) noticed him staring at him with lovestruck warmth and immediately stifled an embarrassed smile, readjusting the backpack on his back.

"Suga, let's go to your house now! I'm freezing..."

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extra ::

Finally home.

"S-Suga!"

(M/N) blushed as he was lifted from his feet, instinctively wrapping his legs around Suga's waist as he carried him to the bed. Even though he had changed into dry clothes, his hair is still damp and messy and he feels mortified as he's given PDA like this.

Suga buries his face into the crook of his neck as he lays him down onto the soft bed, showering him with kisses. (M/N) closes his mouth tight, very aware that Suga's older brother is downstairs. He melts into Suga's touch and strokes the back of his hair, enjoying the love that's radiating from the both of them.

Suga smirks as he sits up, gazing at him with warm eyes, "You still smell like rain."

(M/N) gaped and brought his hands up to his face to escape Suga's gaze, his face growing even redder than before. How embarrassing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so bad at stuff like this..."

"Don't cover your face!" Suga gripped his wrists gently and slid them away, smiling warmly at the sight of him, "I never said the scent of it was bad."

(M/N) stared at him and pursed his lips, opening his mouth to say something before he felt a pair of hands make their way up his sides underneath his shirt, making him flinch.

Suga came back down to kiss him sweetly, gingerly biting at his lip gently and using one hand to keep (M/N)'s chin up. (M/N)'s hands that were once tangled in his hair suddenly drew back and he gently held Suga's face. Suga thought this was an affectionate move before he felt (M/N) tug his face away from his lips, to which he complied quickly and stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, did I --- did I do something wrong?"

(M/N)'s eyes were shut tight as he shook his head vigorously, his (H/C) locks swaying as he did so. He brought his hands back and covered his mouth, still refusing to open his eyes as he suddenly tensed up.

Then, he sneezed. Suga stared at him for a second before bursting into a series of chuckles, sitting up on his knees and covering his giggles with his hand. (M/N) wiped his nose with his sleeve and let out a defeated groan, turning onto his side to sneeze again into the covers of the bed.

Suga ruffled his hair gently and smiled, feeling a little bad for the male.

"Looks like you did get sick, after all, huh?"