Two days passed. Three days. A week. Two weeks. Why wasn't this over? Two weeks of terrible practice, a weekend of diving drills every time they lost a match against Nekoma or Fukurodani. Two weeks of watching jealously as Yui talked to Daichi without a care. Suga didn't get jealous much. Sometimes if he watched Kageyama set in a match for a long time, but that was it. Suga didn't get jealous over people. He was Sugawara Koushi, resident angel. And somehow, Daichi hadn't seemed to notice at all. If this was going to be a problem, he'd have to go to someone, as a responsible person. But who?
Usually he would go to Daichi, but that was out of the question right now. Asahi, his other best friend? Would Asahi be able to help? Coach or Sensei? They were adults, they'd have life experience or something. Hinata? Or Yamaguchi? Suga assumed they were in a similar boat with oblivious teenage boys, but they were only first years? Akaashi or Yaku? He was relatively often in touch with them. They were all responsible and parental over teams if overly energetic high-schoolers.
He was pushing this back as far as he gold manage with the Spring preliminaries coming quickly around the corner. They'd decided to stay. They would defeat Aoba Jousai in Spring. They needed to focus one match. Then the next match. Would he get to set again. He could imagine Asahi now, saying something about it being their last volleyball game. And then he and Daichi would both hit him for being so negative. Then there was the actual fact that no matter if they won or lost, soon they would be moving onto college anyway, and not necessarily with each other. And that scared him even more than any feelings did.
All he wanted was a simple life, and now he had this. He was young. He felt like he was already having a midlife crisis. It obviously showed when Asahi walked into the club room and his usually look of worry deepened even further. Suga brought his mouth into a smile and waved.
Asahi shook his head. "What is it? I know worried when I see it, I'm constantly worried."
"That's because you're a wuss." Suga chokes out a laugh. Asahi looks hurt. "Ah, I guess I just have a lot of feelings I'm not sure about."
"People feelings or like..." Asahi tries to motion with his hands, "Not playing volleyball feelings..."
Suga gives Asahi a stare that could kill and Asahi is visibly terrified. He sighs and shakes his head. "People feelings, I guess."
"Is it Shimizu-san? Or some girl in-"
Suga bites his lip, "No."
"No its not Kiyoko or No it-" Suga interrupts Asahi again.
"No. its not either." Suga almost whispers, cheeks slightly pink.
"But... Oh. Oh. That's okay. Who is it?" Asahi asks.
The door clicks open, and Daichi enters, arm full with refilled water bottles. "All done, we should head over and open up the gym." He smiles, and Suga is dead. Asahis eyes flick quickly between them before catching Suga's eye. He nods solemly.