It was slightly ridiculous to Suga how many pillows Asahi had. There was no way a (hypothetical) single guy needed 5 of them plus a duvet. It was almost summer, there was no way he was going to survive the heat.

"I cuddle with them," had been defense. "I like being surrounded by stuff."

Honestly, that had been adorable and he had pushed Asahi down on the bed then and kissed him some more.

Suga had fallen asleep on his stomach with Asahi's arms heavy on him. His head was placed comfortably in the crook of Asahi's neck. When he had woken up, it was odd to feel so warm and protected. It was nice and he was able move just enough to plant a kiss on his jaw.

From the corner of his eye he was able to see Asahi smile.

"Good morning," he whispered, reluctantly getting up.

"Morning," he responded, voice laced with drowsiness. Asahi rolled on his back, making it easier for Suga to get up.

"I hate to do this but I have work," he walked over to the dresser where he had placed his clothes. Asahi had thrown him a spare shirt last night with Suga ditching pants. He was half a head shorter than him plus it obvious he weighted less, there was no way he'd be able to fit into any of his pants.

"Hmm."

"Please don't fall asleep again," Suga jerked the shirt off and threw on the old one. Thankful, Asahi propped himself up, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Sure thing. What time is work?"

He grabbed his pants and yanked out his phone. "In two hours."

"Better hurry then."

"What do you think I'm doing."

Asahi watched with tired eyes and he struggled to get his jeans on, laughing slightly when hye almost fell.

"Rude," Suga sneered. Asahi smiled lazily in return.

"You want coffee or something before you go? Cause I can do that."

Suga gave a forceful tug on the zipper and smiled.

"Sure."

Unlike the tea, Suga gave it no time to cool. He gave a huge sip, watching Asahi make his way around the kitchen, pulling out a pot and pan.

"I could make something for you quickly. If you want."

Suga took a quick sip. "What are you making?"

"Uh, natto with an egg on white rice. I like it so."

Suga made a face. "No offence, but I hate anything fermented. Soybeans are on the top of that list."

"I'll leave that out then."

Suga sat quietly as Asahi got to work. It was interesting watching him in such a domestic way. He had laughed when Asahi cursed when he cracked one egg and got it all over the stove. It hit him then.

"Asahi?"

"I don't need help," he grumbled wiping the egg away.

"Not that. I think I figured out what I want exactly."

"Oh?"

Suga paused, realizing just how heavy the next word could be. There was slight pressure in his chest as he spoke.

"Boyfriends?"

He turn to face him, with this goofy smile on his face.

"You sure?"

"Asahi don't be a fucking idiot about this."

"What did I do?"

"Your tone."

"My tone? Your kidding me," he exasperated, throwing his arms up. "You're not serious."

"Don't be weird about this."

"You're being weird!"

"Not."

"Koushi I swear to god."

Asahi tried holding a serious look, but failed. He laughed making Suga feel more embarrassed about it all.

"You're an ass."

"Could I still ask you out if I'm an ass? Is that off the table now or?"

That caught him by surprise a little.

"You mean a date?"

"Obviously," he chirped, wiping egg off his shirt. "Unless you don't want to."

"I want to," he responded a little too quickly.

That stupid smile got soft. "Then it's a date."

Before a match there was always this feeling of dread hanging over the team. It didn't matter if the last game was amazing or if they just scraped by. They may have been hyped to the max, but that feeling would always be there.

Honestly if that feeling was there, the game wouldn't feel right. The second you feel comfortable doing something, you can not advance. As long as you know there's a reason to move forward you will.

That feeling was with Suga when he got home and looked in the mirror. It worried itself in the pit of his stomach as he carefully traced the dark purple marks on his neck. His heart hammered knowing he was marked, that a part of him was owned by Asahi in a non-traditional way. There was nothing in the norm about their relationship to Suga. Friends to lovers never worked out. There was always that happy fairytail story about it, but when did that happen in real life?

It was exhilarating.

Koushi felt like he was breaking some rules, he didn't know where they came from, but he sure as hell was breaking them. He pressed hard into the hickey closest to his collarbone, laughing a little as he remembered the look the woman on the bus had gave him as her eyes wandered there.

Boyfriends.

It was terrifying and he had a date. An actual date. When was the last time he had actual had a proper date? It slightly unnerved him that he didn't have an actual answer besides 'maybe 5 years ago?' And that added to the excitement.

He had no idea how he was going to concentrate at work

Or how he was going to hide the hickeys at work. How fun.

Yet somehow he was able to concentrate and with the help of a simple turtleneck he made it work. Not once did anyone make a comment at the one that hide just below his ear which he couldn't hide at all. Thank god for procrastinating going to get a haircut.

Starting work later meant forgoing lunch with friends, but it was a saving grace for once. There was no way in hell Daichi, Ryuu or Kiyoko weren't going to notice the disaster that was his neck or mind. The entire shift he could stop thinking about those muscles felt under his hands, the way his stubble rubbed on his face, the way he tasted or even how good it felt to know that he had turned Asahi on. That was a score, ten out of ten would do again. At a different time of course.

There was too much implications of intimacy that came with sex. One night stands were one thing, fucking your best friend was another.

Boyfriends was enough for him for now.

The word still felt so heavy, it weighted him down when he trudged home, as he pulled out his laptop and as he checked Facebook.

The regular things he did now felt so weird. As he scrolled through his home page, laughing at the idiocy of some of his friend's posts he couldn't help, but think. There were little things, like did Asahi still like Tonkotsu ramen or did he still eat Nutella right out of the jar? Probably. He had laughed quietly remembering a night of marathoning movies with him (alone at that too) and being disgusted when shoved a spoonful in his mouth.

He wondered if Asahi was feeling the same way as he was right now. Throughout the day he had texted him, trying to keep it down low, but honestly failing.

Suga went over to photos, going through the one's he had been tagged in over the years. He found the one he had been looking for after 5 minutes.

The last weekend he had been home before going off to university. There were a dozen of them, all of them with Daichi, Asahi and Shimizu. There were a variety of stupidity with them, often toned down when Kiyoko was involved. The one he paused on was the only one he was alone with Asahi in.

His hair had been let down (looking at it he realized with a pang he missed that long hair) and he had been wearing a dark burgundy shirt. Suga himself had plaid button up and was smiling so hard his dimpled stood out. They both looked so happy, arms wrapped around each other. The camera didn't make out the little flecks of gold in his eyes. His boyfriend's eyes.

What a wonderful word.

He had a boyfriend and there wasn't going to be that awkward getting to know you stage.

Just that awkward I know those things I told you in the dead of night stage.

This was going to be fun and Suga knew it for sure. There was dread in the pit of his belly.

"Trust me this is the best place."

Asahi had laughed loudly. "I'm trusting you here, don't let me down."

"Hey, hey, hey. I've lived here for over a year, your new to Tokyo okay. This place is small, but good. They have a sushi and sake bar. Amazing desserts. Oh also the sashimi makes me want to moan okay it is fresh! Like they killed the thing 10 minutes ago fresh."

"Stop that! I'm driving, what if I laugh so hard I crash. It's all your fault."

It took two weeks for the bite marks to finally be all gone and for the date to commence. Each time they tried to plan something Suga got called in to work later or Asahi had issues with paperwork. That was something he noticed right away, how much documentation that went into him coming home and possible staying home for a while.

And yet after all that struggle, there they were. Asahi had picked him up, all smiles and charming. Still, he could tell he was nervous. Suga picked up on the little ticks really quickly, the quick scrunches of his nose, the way his hand would clench every so often. Asahi hadn't been wrong in the café though, he had gotten better at hiding it.

That had made playful banter the whole way, it was easy for Suga to say that it was a cover up for his own anxiety. His stomach churned and his palms felt sweaty, but it was great. He felt more alive than he had in months.

The restaurant Suga had convinced Asahi to go to was a little place he had discovered with Tanaka when he first started his residency. Inexpensive and delicious, it had become his favourite quickly. It almost made him sad that he didn't go as often as he liked. Often times he'd find himself craving the miso ramen, the broth purposefully burnt slightly.

It seemed like a good place to go.

When they had been seated in one of the booths, Asahi had been quick to speak.

"Am I the only one that's sweating buckets here?' His nervous expression mixed with a smile cause Koushi to laugh.

"Trust me, I'm bad too. Don't touch my hands."

Rebelliously, he reached out for his hands, Asahi had to practically lean across the table to grab them.

He had laughed when Koushi entwined their fingers. "Sweaty and cold. How gross."

He squeezed tightly then causing Asahi to squeak. "You're no better. Yours are clammy too."

Their conversation stayed light as it had in the car. There was no discussion of brokenness or the last evening they spent together. There was a tug in Suga's stomach when Asahi mentioned Miyagi.

"I'm heading down to see my mom on her birthday," he had said between bites of food. " She's going to 60 this year. It's kind of a big deal so obviously I can't miss it."

"I see," Suga murmured, take a quick sip of wine. Even after being gone for so long, Torono would always be home. Home had implications.

'Its been a while for you huh?"

Suga laugh softly. "Is it that obvious?"

"Kind of."

"Well I don't go home for my mother's birthday or my father's. There's still no point."

Asahi's brows furrowed for a second. For second Suga didn't know if that look in his eyes was concern or pity.

"Anyways," he quickly changed the subject. "My sister will be home too so that'll be fun. I'm sure I'll love being in the same place with her for two days straight."

Suga snorted. "Shut up, you guys get on better than a house on fire sometimes."

A doubtful look. "Sometimes."

There was a heavy silence for a brief moment before he continued. "Should I say anything about us?"

That hadn't struck Suga once. Telling people. Now he understood why it took Tanaka and Ennoshita so long. It felt odd to consider bring people into their little bubble of whatever this was.

"I'm sure your mother will be ecstatic and your father pleased."

And there was that crooked smile. Suga had been quick to notice how rare it was, like summer day in April. Like that, it spread warmth through him.

"I'm sure Daichi knows so that's one parent down."

It took everything for Suga not to snort.

"He keeps giving me this looks whenever we sit together when everyone's out. He knows. Also I kind of drunken admitted how we almost kissed then actually kissed."

Asahi's eyes had widen then, a look of horror on his face. "No."

"Yeah. Why do you think he set up that lunch thing?"

"I didn't know he knew that. Suga I don't want him knowing about the thunder thing!"

"He only knows you don't like it that's all."

The something else struck him, causing him to laugh. Asahi looked at him with a worried expression.

"What is it now?"

"I just forgot to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

Suga smiled, reaching out for Asahi's hand. He gave it a firm squeeze.

"We have Daichi's blessing."

The worried expression faded and was replaced by laughter.

"Oh my god!"

The night wore on and by the time Asahi had walked him back to his apartment door, there was a slight buzz in Suga's head. He was flying on high, ready to crash and burn out at any moment.

"Will you come in?" He asked softly. Asahi had hummed in response. They had held hands the entire way up and even as they walked into Suga's place, they didn't let go.

Suga only let go to turn on the lights.

"Would you like a cup of tea or-"

"I'm good, don't worry."

He stood in the hallway, staring at Asahi realizing just how dark he had gotten. It was an odd thing to notice, but his skin was more tanned then he remembered, the browns in his hair standing out more. The artificial light brought out little flecks of honey brown. Suga stepped closer to him till he practically was corner.

"What are you-"

Suga took his face in his hands, stroking his cheek softly with this thumb.

"You haven't kissed me yet."

A small smile. "Let me fix that."

His lips felt less chapped and tasted of beer. It was languid and soft. Their kisses were broken by little sighs and gasps. His hands traced down his face, tracing his jaw and the outline of his Adam's apple before resting on his chest. Asahi's hands had gravitated to his hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles above his hipbone before dragging him closer. Their bodies bumped awkwardly together, but Suga refused to acknowledge it. He wanted to get closer.

The feeling in his stomach had gone warm and flooded him with light.

Cautiously, Suga broke the kiss much like Asahi had done once before, bringing his lips to trail kisses down his jaw, kissing slowly along where it met his neck. Took a breath him, enjoying the warm spicy scent of his aftershave before giving a hard suck beneath his ear.

In return he got a loud moan and Asahi's grip tightening.

"You marked me up good the other night," he whispered breathlessly into his ear, kissing the shell of the ear softly. "Perhaps I should return the favour?"

"Oh god yes," he groaned.

He traced the kisses back down to his neck, feeling slightly at lost. He had never done this before and he honestly had no idea what to do. One thing seemed certain.

"Asahi. I don't want to stop at all."

He gave a small suck on his jugular, a little moan escaping.

"Fucking on the first date," he voice was breathless and wavered slight. "Romance is really dead isn't it?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

He complied, quickly bring his hands to cradle Suga's face and pressed their faces together. His fingers clenched hard into Asahi's shirt before playing with one of the buttons. He broke the kiss for a moment looking up into his eyes. A little nod and those hands stopped cradling his face and moved to undo a few of the top button. He looked down while doing this causing their heads to bump.

"Sorry," he said shakily.

"I'll do it, stop."

Asahi nodded quickly before giving a quick peck to his cheek, right at his mole.

Never had unbuttoning a shirt been so hard. His fingers felt like sausages. He went to do his own before Asahi stopped him.

"How much do you like that shirt?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Do you like that shirt?"

"I won't cry if I lost it why-"

A strong yank and two buttons went fly. Asahi gave a low chuckle.

"You were going too slow."

"You asshole-"

Asahi didn't let him finish. Quickly he began to kiss him again, sweeping his tongue against Suga's bottom lip.

"Bedroom?" Suga's voice came out as a whimper, almost embarrassing.

"Bedroom."

He practically dragged him to his room. He had all intentions of pushing Asahi down on the bed, but he was faster. The kiss got deeper, the little gasps turned to full out moans.

"Wait, Asa- ahhh," his words turned into a cry of pleasure as he felt a strong hand cup the growing bulge in his pants.

"What were you going to say," he whispered breathlessly as he grinds his palm against his erection.

"Top. I want to be on top."

Suga's eyes fluttered opened to see Asahi smile, slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"Just get off for a second. I want to ride."

If he wasn't red before, Asahi was now. His eyes widened at how straight forward the comment. Either way he got off allowing Suga to get up. Quickly he yanked his pants off, kicking them across the room. He was quick to take everything off except for his boxers. He turned back to Asahi who had sat down on the edge of the bed.

His shirt hung off of him with a white tee underneath. Suga would have felt too exposed if it wasn't for that look of helplessness of Asahi's face and obviously tenting in his pants. He dropped down to his knees, shaking as he unzips his pants. He feels so obscene as he traces his hand over his erection.

"Oh my god," Asahi mumbles, his eyes fluttering close. Suga signals for him to move his hips up and yanks his jeans of just enough. His fingers hook on the band of his boxer briefs before he hesitates. It isn't until Asahi whines out 'please' does he actually do anything.

Proportional is all his can think as he gives a long lick. He glances up through his eyelashes, watching in wonder as Asahi comes undone. His lips quiver slightly before giving out a ragged moan. This is what he wanted, to make Asahi feel as helpless as he did. He takes his cock into his hand and gives a light kiss to the side before taking the head into his mouth and sucks lightly.

He relishes the shaky gasp and shudder from Asahi.

He hums happily as he takes more, gagging slightly. It honestly had been so long since he had been down on his knees. One of Asahi's hands tangles into his hair and he loves how good it feels as his hair is tugged slightly.

He hums happily as he bring his mouth up and down in quick strokes.

"Oh my," is all Asahi can repeat, his hips bucking slightly. "Oh Koushi."

He lets out a small moan as Suga lets his cock fall out of his mouth after sucking hard.

"I don't think I have condoms," he whispered as he got up off his knees. He winches when one cracks.

Asahi is quick to reach into his pocket to pull of a wallet. Amongst the banknotes he pulls out a lone condom. Suga lets out a breathy laugh. He places his hand gently on his shoulder and gives a long kiss.

He lets his fingers trail along his chest as he makes his way to the drawer where he knows there's lube for sure. He tosses the bottle to Asahi who catches it one handed.

Soon enough the pants are gone and all the is left is boxers and Asahi's white shirt. Suga loves the feeling of straddling him, how good it feels when he grinds ever so slightly making Asahi blush a deeper red somehow. He lets his hands trail down to the end of the shirt and helps him yank it off.

Immediately his eyes go to the scars he knows are there. The pale off white line of the appendix surgery and the smaller circular bullet scar. His gaze makes his way up along the expanse of his stomach to his chest, covered in dark, fine hair. He bites his lips as he takes in the bruises starting to appear on his neck.

His heart drops when he looks at his left shoulder. It was never often that Suga would see Asahi shirtless, the few times between practice matches or the two times at Christmas Eve parties. Then it had been unmarred.

He let shaky fingers trace over the plethora of shrapnel scarring, looking just as fresh as the other two scars.