in which bad dreams happen, but suga has his lullabies, so it's gonna be alright.
Gasping, Daichi wrenches himself from his nightmare, only to find himself shaking in the darkness of the bedroom. He tries to calm his breathing, hoping the other occupant of the bed remains unaware of his frustrating nighttime torment.
But of course, no such luck.
"Daichi?" Suga's groggy voice reaches him through the darkness, and Daichi takes in another shaky breath.
"Nothing, sorry. Go back to sleep, Koushi."
Suga sits up anyway, reaching through the dark until his hands touch Daichi's broad, broad back, now hunched over and so, so small. Slowly, he brushes his hand down Daichi's back, and up again, until he reaches the dark hair that the man likes to wear short. "Bad dream?"
"Yeah." Daichi has his face in his hands, fingers rubbing tiredly at the bridge of his nose. "Bad dream."
Suga makes a soft, sympathetic sound, his hands never stopping their soothing motion. He reaches out and pulls the larger man against his chest, wrapping his arms around him until they both felt safe and sound. "I'm here, Daichi. I'm safe, you're safe, we're all safe here. I'm right here."
Daichi leans into the warm, comforting embrace. His breathing has slowed to its regular pace, but his heart is still stuttering in his chest. He presses his face in the crook of Suga's neck, placing his own arms around the other man. Staying still, he focuses on matching Suga's steady breaths.
Running a hand through Daichi's hair, Suga begins to hum a familiar song. It's the same song his grandmama used to sing him on sleepy afternoons before he left home, the same song he used to sing to Hinata (and, not that he'd ever admit it, Kageyama who slept in the same room) when he first moved into their home, the same song Daichi brokenly sang to him when he couldn't even cry himself to sleep because of the bandages around his now-useless eyes, the same song he sang to himself when Daichi's late coming back home and he couldn't do anything but wait. Quietly, into the dead of night, Suga sings about their guardian stars up above, faraway shores, and sweet, sweet tomorrows.
When he trails off, Daichi stirs. "Better?" asks Suga softly, turning his head so his lips can press against Daichi's forehead.
Daichi nods against him. He presses closer as they both lie back down on the bed. He doesn't let go.
This time, when they both drift off into sleep once more, the nightmares don't come.
