Suga is used to quiet things—quiet happinesses and sadnessess, ordinary experiences. His life certainly hasn't been without its own stress and trouble, but for the most part things have gone as they were supposed to go.
So this bright, bursting-open feeling inside of him, tightening his chest and pushing laughter from his lips, is hardly what he's used to. It's just so...extraordinary, to find someone he likes and who maybe likes him in return. If he's honest, he wasn't sure that it would ever actually happen. But at its core, it's a simple enough concept, and he holds to the facts of it as much as he holds onto the box of dryer sheets, grinning at Sawamura while the other man beams back.
It takes a few seconds before Suga realizes two things: one, that Sawamura is really close, and two, if he wants to give him the box he has to let go first. He startles a bit, yanking his hands back from the box and leaving it in Sawamura's grip. "Oh—sorry," he says around a laugh. "Um. They're just whatever was cheapest at the school store. I hope that's okay."
He knows he should probably step back and re-establish polite conversation distance but he really, really doesn't want to. He's already gotten away with a date, he thinks somewhat dizzily. What could pushing his luck hurt him at this point?
"The afternoon's better for me, I think," he says, his voice soft and a little breathless. This close to him he has to tilt his head up a little bit to meet his gaze. "I get out of class at two."
He's pretty sure he won't be able to focus on studying anything before the date, so he might as well spend time with Sawamura first. Granted, he's not sure he's going to be able to focus after the date either, but at least he won't have the anticipation to deal with. The date might even go awfully, and then he'll at least have studying to distract himself with afterwards.
Looking at Sawamura's face, though—which is even handsomer up close than he expected, wow—he really doesn't think that spending time with him could ever be awful.
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So this bright, bursting-open feeling inside of him, tightening his chest and pushing laughter from his lips, is hardly what he's used to. It's just so...extraordinary, to find someone he likes and who maybe likes him in return. If he's honest, he wasn't sure that it would ever actually happen. But at its core, it's a simple enough concept, and he holds to the facts of it as much as he holds onto the box of dryer sheets, grinning at Sawamura while the other man beams back.
It takes a few seconds before Suga realizes two things: one, that Sawamura is really close, and two, if he wants to give him the box he has to let go first. He startles a bit, yanking his hands back from the box and leaving it in Sawamura's grip. "Oh—sorry," he says around a laugh. "Um. They're just whatever was cheapest at the school store. I hope that's okay."
He knows he should probably step back and re-establish polite conversation distance but he really, really doesn't want to. He's already gotten away with a date, he thinks somewhat dizzily. What could pushing his luck hurt him at this point?
"The afternoon's better for me, I think," he says, his voice soft and a little breathless. This close to him he has to tilt his head up a little bit to meet his gaze. "I get out of class at two."
He's pretty sure he won't be able to focus on studying anything before the date, so he might as well spend time with Sawamura first. Granted, he's not sure he's going to be able to focus after the date either, but at least he won't have the anticipation to deal with. The date might even go awfully, and then he'll at least have studying to distract himself with afterwards.
Looking at Sawamura's face, though—which is even handsomer up close than he expected, wow—he really doesn't think that spending time with him could ever be awful.
Gosh, he can't wait for Tuesday.