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Dinner was the embodiment of warmth.
Daichi sat happily at the wooden dining table as the evening was winding down. The ale he was drinking sat comfortable and warm in his stomach with some of the best roast chicken he had ever eaten in his life.
All the people he had met and reunited with throughout the day sat all around him. The air was humming with the pleasant atmosphere they had created.
They seamlessly integrated Daichi into the family they had made here at the castle.
Their conversation was light and happy, mostly asking Daichi about his life and his journey there. He had never felt so welcomed to a place in his life. But he couldn’t shake the feeling he was missing something.
At first he thought it may be from missing his family, missing his home.
But upon further consideration it dawned on him that this was not the case.
Suga was eating his dinner with his family in the formal dining room.
Daichi wished he could eat with them down in the workers' dining hall. Maybe he would sit next to him. The warmth of his shoulder would permeate Daichi’s skin and radiate in his bones. Maybe their thighs would touch and Daichi would just melt straight into the floor. If he sat across from him, he could stare. Stare at the beauty mark near his left eye, his starlight hair, his ethereal smile.
It rattled the knight that the prince had such an effect on him after only being around one another for less than a day.
The conversation had drifted to a story Kuroo was telling. Daichi leaned back in his seat, thoughts drifting back to the previous hour, anything to pull his mind away from thoughts of one Sugawara Koushi.
“Daichi?”
“Kuroo?”
“Hello Daichi.”
“Kenma?”
Daichi had been awestruck.
Kenma’s hair was different than he remembered, blonde with his natural brown roots exposed. He looked down at the smaller man seated at a large oak desk situated in the middle of the large room, it was littered with books. He more or less looked the same, healthier perhaps, more alive than the last time he had seen him.
Kuroo somehow looked exactly as Daichi remembered, same messy head of black hair and long, gangly limbs, but a good few inches taller than Daichi now as he stood next to the blonde wizard. Two cats slept peacefully on the floor near Kenma’s canvas shoe covered feet.
The room was quiet, but teaming with life. Kenma’s desk resided in the center of the room, facing a large window. Directly across from it, another oak desk sat in front of the large rectangular window, facing towards Kenma’s desk, the sheer curtains were drawn, the soft light of the sun setting filtered in. Kuroo’s desk was covered in stacks of books, vials of questionable multicolored liquids, some bubbling suspiciously, others stagnant, several candles burned dangerously close to the end of their wicks, and a third cat lay happily in the padded red cushion of the chair pulled slightly away from the desk inself. Kuroo’s alchemy table.
At first glance, the ceiling was painted to depict a starry night sky. Upon closer inspection, the painting moved, stars flickered, clouds rolled past, no doubt the work of Kenma’s magick. There were shelves flat against every available inch of wall space, stocked full of sealed jars, some filled with dried objects, some liquid filled, and others with preserved creatures or animal parts. There were a few filled with even more books.
There was a large empty cauldron in between the two desks. Tall candelabras decorated the space where extra light was needed, long illuminated candles flickering gently. Plants hung from the ceiling, vines hanging delicately down towards the floor.
Daichi was baffled to see them, but was happy nonetheless, “I never thought I would see you two again, I’m so happy,” He smiled.
Kuroo chuckled and headed in his direction, “Likewise you asshole, that nasty cut healed nicely,” He looped his long arm around Daichi’s metal clad shoulders, Daichi returned the gesture in earnest, gloved hand patting the taller man's cheek before resting softly on his cotton covered shoulder.
“You look well Dai,” Kenma spoke from his seat, a miniscule smile tugged at his mouth, eyes warm.
“Daichi, how is it that everyone knows you except for me?” The puzzled expression Suga wore as he eyed the proximity between the two men prompted a laugh from both of them.
The taller of the two women spoke up from behind the dark haired men, “Well, neither Yachi or I know him, so don’t worry you aren’t alone Koushi.”
Daichi looked over his shoulder at the voice, she sat closely to a smaller blonde woman on a red padded settee that sat facing the two desks from the far side of the room. Daichi was immediately intimated by her beauty, wire framed glasses perched high on her nose, shiny black hair neatly falling down her shoulders. She wore a simple puffy white tunic tucked into a long black skirt, orange apron tied at her waist, the blonde next to her wearing the same thing, only a small section of her short hair was pulled up on the side by a thin orange ribbon. Both of them had open books in their laps. Shoulders gently touching.
Daichi assumed the servants and maids all had uniforms, he remembers seeing Hinata in black trousers with a puffy white tunic, though it was barely tucked in, and an orange handkerchief stuffed haphazardly into his breast pocket. He surmised that those with jobs involving manual labor had more freedom in what they could wear, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Akiteru, and Kageyama all wore different types of clothing.
He removed himself from Kuroo’s hold and turned to face them, he bowed slightly, “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Sawamura Daichi, I was summoned to be Prince Sugawara’s personal guard.”
“Shimizu Kiyoko, I’m Suga’s lady-in-waiting,” she sat with excellent posture, she marked the page in her book before closing it softly and placing her hands on top of the cover, “It’s nice to meet you Sawamura.”
“Please, just Daichi is fine,” He gave her a smile. Idly he thought to himself, so this was who Suga said was “basically his sister,” they seemed nothing alike to him.
“Then you can just call me Kiyoko,” She gave a small smile, Daichi surmised she wasn’t the overly expressive type like Suga seemed to be.
He hummed in acknowledgment and turned his eyes to the tiny blonde, “Your name is Yachi?”
She jumped as if he startled her, “Oh! Um- Yes, I’m Yachi,” She trailed off for a moment, her face flushed, “It’s nice to meet you!” She looked up at Daichi, her mouth pressed into a wobbly nervous line like she was waiting for something bad to happen.
Kiyoko placed a hand on her back, “She gets a little nervous with new people.”
“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you nervous,” He rubbed the back of his neck and gave her a soft smile.
“It’s fine!” She chirped, she gave Daichi a nervous, but warm, smile, he could see Kiyoko give an affectionate rub to the smaller woman’s back.
Daichi turned away from them to look back at the other men in the room, his body thrumming with happy energy, his smile unable to be held at bay.
“I really am so happy to see you both again! How’ve you been? How did you end up here? Why didn’t you tell me that you did stuff like this?”
They had met six years ago, Daichi and Kuroo were both 19, while Kenma was only 17.
Daichi was scarless upon their first meeting, only a year left of knight training. He saved them from a werebeast while out on a patrol. It was still small, but neither of the men had any fighting skills to their names, and Kenma, who could have used his magick to protect them, had fallen unconscious as a result of coming down with a severe illness.
They stayed at the training grounds for two weeks to recover from their injuries and to get Kenma treated. Daichi had become fast friends with the two, but they concealed their skills and where they were headed. Since Kenma was a magick user travelling without a royal escort he could have been killed by knights or mercenaries thinking he was a banished wizard. Kuroo wouldn’t have faced much better.
Daichi's face was injured during their stay.
The two had come from the town of Nekoma, a town free from outside royal interference. They produced the finest witches, wizards, and alchemists known to the three major royal families and the land they each ruled, Karasuno, Aoba Johsai, and Shiratorizawa.
The previous witch of Karasuno died in an attack on the castle, Kenma was the most talented wizard they could send, but he would only go to serve there if Kuroo accompanied him and worked by his side. Kuroo happily obliged.
Due to Nekoma being free from royal interference, they never accepted escorts for those who travelled away to serve a royal family. The travellers were to conceal themselves and where they were going until they reached their destination to avoid any confrontation along the way.
Daichi could feel the phantom pain of being wounded pulse in his cheek as Kuroo explained why they hid who they were at the time and divulged into the story of how Daichi saved them with the prince and the women. He could feel Kenma’s eyes on his face as he reached up to smooth his palm against the slight pain.
He was more than aware of Suga’s lingering gaze as well, the way it bounced from him, to Kuroo, to Kenma, and back to him. He was especially aware of Suga when he walked over to Yachi and Kiyoko to talk with them after Kuroo finished his story, his ears straining unconsciously to hear the tiniest sounds from the prince.
They went down for dinner a few minutes later after Daichi punched Kuroo for starting to tell a story about seeing Daichi naked. He didn’t appreciate all the finer details the taller man was beginning to explain and the hand gestures he made to accompany his words.
He did appreciate the way Suga laughed when he hit Kuroo though.
He also caught Kiyoko and Yachi stifling laughter into their hands as Kuroo clung to Kenma for, “Emotional support Kenma! Daichi hit me!”
They walked in companionable silence after that to the dining hall, only sporadically broken by Kuroo jabbering at Kenma. Suga split to go towards the south wing to eat with his family in the formal dining hall. He left with a wave and a smile.
So now Daichi sat in the dining hall. The night was winding down, Noya, Tanaka, and Saeko had gotten up to collect dishes for the servants to clean and a few others waltzed off to talk with other people. He was tired.
He let out a content sigh, “Thanks for the warm welcome everyone, but I think I’m going to call it a night.”
There was a chorus of “Goodnights,” and “Sleep wells,” as he pushed himself up from his seat and began the walk to his room, everyone too full and tired to try and make him stay.
The fading sounds of merriment and his own footsteps orchestrated a lonely song as he made his way toward the east dining room.
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Suga lay face down on his bed. His black cat curled up on the pillow next to his head.
An empty bottle of wine lay discarded near his footboard. A half empty bottle sat on the writing desk to the left of his large bed, cork discarded on the ornate rug, glass left untouched.
He sighed into his pillow. Madame meowed softly.
“You’re right Madame, what AM I doing? Moping?”
He pushed himself up onto his knees and stared at the paper on his desk. He needed to write a letter.
It would be a miracle if what he ended up writing would be legible or make even a hint of sense, but he would try his best.
He was faced with a dilemma, and there was only one person he knew would give him the advice he needed.
His very annoying childhood best friend.
The recently crowned King of Aoba Johsai, one Oikawa Tooru.
He rose from the bed on shaky legs and ambled to his writing desk. He flopped down onto the padded stool tucking his left leg under him.
His desk was messy, littered with books, scraps of paper, destroyed quills, and hastily written notes to and from his friends.
There were a few discarded drafts of a note he left for Daichi in his room, telling him to use the bathroom that conjoined their rooms. It was created to ensure the guard could get to the royals room as quickly as possible if the need arrived, but now Suga could use it to possibly see Daichi in the bath.
The bathroom meant for Daichi’s room was across the hall.
The few drafts sat crumpled around the desktop, he had to ensure his handwriting looked its best, the message wasn’t weird, and no stray droplets of wine found its way onto the page.
He stared down onto the blank page in front of him, his black quill pen sitting idly in matching black ink. Blinking blearily, he raised an unsteady hand and picked up the quill to begin writing. In the back of his mind he registered the sound of running water from the bathroom.
To My Dearest Kawa,
How’Ve yo u been? I haven’T written yu in a while and I misS you an yer ugly mUg. I have some Very conflicTed feelins abot a man. I mean u should See thIs guy. Hes actuaLLy my personaL knight haha crazy rite? Write back soon asshaT I relly need ur shittY help.
Love,
Yer dearesT Kou-chan
The level of alcohol he had consumed since writing a simple, “The bathroom is connected to both our rooms! It’s the other door in your room. Sleep tight!” had gone up exponentially, all writing talent and years of penmanship classes flying out his open windows. It took more time than the prince would admit to actually write the short message too.
He allowed a few moments for the ink to dry by taking a few more swings from his bottle of wine, before folding it and hastily stuffing it into an envelope, scrawling “King Kawa” on the front then passing it off to the carrier pigeon he brought to his room after dinner. He carried the bird and his letter to the window that faced Aoba Johsai and allowed it to fly off into the night.
With the aid of the enchantments Kenma put on their pigeons, the letter should arrive by day break.
Narrowly dodging the furniture that separated him from his bed, he flopped down with an exaggerated sigh and rolled onto his back. The night felt lonely to him and the wine was not helping. Madame only provided so much comfort to him.
He could hear the sound of the bathtub draining in the bathroom and wondered if Daichi had just taken a bath or if it was actually just the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.
There was a few minutes of complete silence, spare the hum of cicadas from outside Suga’s windows and the rustle of his gently billowing curtains. His ears strained to hear any sound from his knight’s bedroom, anything at all to make him feel like he wasn’t alone on his floor of the east wing.
Then there was the slightest sound from outside in the hallway.
The sound of a door softly creaking open and closed.
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Daichi looked at his meger pile of belongings and idly wondered if Suga thought poorly of him for barely owning anything. He shook his head to clear the thought, Suga didn’t seem like that kind of person.
The room was too quiet, he had never had his own room before. There was no soft breathing from another person, no one else's clothes on the floor, no mess to clean up after. Just him.
He didn’t think he liked having his own room after all.
His eye caught on a crisp piece of parchment laying on his pillow.
“The bathroom is connected to both our rooms! It’s the other door in your room. Sleep tight!”
He couldn’t keep his smile from breaking out across his face.
Setting the note down gently on the desk in his room, he went to open the door to their shared bathroom.
Moonlight poured into the room from the windows along the wall, sheer curtains pulled open to let in the full amount of light. Daichi tried hard to keep the thought out of Suga bathing with the curtains open.
A few candles were left unlit around the corners of the room, the bath was along the wall that housed the windows. It was massive, it could easily fit at least four people. There was also a latrine and a beautiful, ornate vanity that held the sink and plenty of mirrors.
Daichi lit a few of the candles and turned the faucet on in the bath. He had hardly ever had the luxury of running water before and was more than a little excited to soak in the bath.
Fluffy towels lay neatly folded near the sink along with at least more than twenty different soaps and bath oils to choose from.
It was nice to lay in the water, get a good clean, and relax his tired body, but it didn’t take long before the water began to cool. He dunked his head under one more time before stepping out and letting the water drain.
Then he dressed into his cotton sleep shorts and layed down in bed, silky sheets nicer than anything he had felt before cool against his bare back. It was too quiet.
He was exhausted but he couldn’t settle himself, his eyes refused to stay shut. He found himself walking down the hall, guitar slung over his shoulder, before he even realized that he got out of bed. The sound of the door creaking open and closed bringing him to focus.
His feet led him down the hall, down the stairs, and out the door he left through earlier in the day with the prince. The garden was basked in the glow of the moon, the plants a wash of blue and silver.
He blinked, taking in his surroundings, and started meandering through the garden. The night seemed lonelier than it had ever felt before. The sound of the wind blowing past his ears and the rustle of the plants around him only a reminder he was by himself. Daichi had never been truly alone before.
He settled down on a bench that sat in front of a fountain near the center of the garden. His guitar settled comfortably and familiarly in his lap.
His fingers found the chords with ease, strumming out a tune he had played hundreds of times before.
His lips parted to sing.
Boys workin’ on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burnin’ heat?
I just think about my baby
I’m so full of love I could barely eat
The deep timber of Daichi’s voice resonated through the summer night air, his guitar sang in time, the trill of cicadas and the bubble of water from the fountain making up the accompaniment.
He closed his eyes and let the music take his mind elsewhere.
As the song was coming to a close, the sound of gentle footsteps padding across the grass caught in Daichi’s ears. His playing halted and he jerked his head in the direction of the sound.
Daichi was pretty sure at this point that Suga would always take his breath away.
Standing under the glow of the moon stood the prince, bottle of wine in hand. He stood in rumpled pajamas, a lavender cotton button up with matching shorts exposing his long, lean legs. His hair was messy, his cheeks red, feet bare once again.
Daichi figured he had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.
“Why did you stop playing?” His speech was slurred, his head fell to the side with the question. It was clear he had been drinking for some time.
“You startled me.”
“Oh,” He trailed off, his eyes roamed Daichi’s upper body, “Aren’t you chilly? Where’s your uh,” He averted his eyes, “Where’s your shirt?”
Daichi slapped his arms around his torso, face flaming, “Sorry! I get really hot when I sleep so I only wear my shorts,” He screamed internally at how lame he sounded.
“It’s okay,” He hiccuped, copper eyes roaming once more, “I don’t mind really,” He brought his gaze back up to Daichi’s face, sly smile over taking his features, “You’re quite impressive, I don’t mind the show.”
Daichi was sure his face was completely red, he didn’t know how to respond, “I- Eh- I uh- Hehe um I-”
He was saved from further embarrassment by Suga’s laughter dancing through the air, “Daichi you sure are funny,” His face was so expressive and open, he crossed the rest of the garden to join Daichi on the bench, “Won’t you play some more? I really like your voice.”
Sucking in a deep breath and pulling his eyes away from the rouge adorning Suga’s cheeks, something that only further highlighted his beauty mark, “What would you like to hear?”
“Anything,” He sat facing Daichi completely, legs thrown over either side of the bench, full bottle of wine sitting between his legs.
“Alright,” He turned his face back at Suga to smile, “Anything for you.”
He affixed his gaze on the neck of his guitar, pushing past his nerves at the proximity of the man next to him. His fingers plucked a familiar tune.
You didn’t have to look my way
Your eyes still haunt me everyday
But you did, yes you did
He sang the next verse, heart thrumming in his chest. He could feel Suga’s eyes on him. The chorus began.
Oh, Turpentine erase me whole
Cause I don't want to live my life alone
Well I was waiting for you all my life
Oh
Why
Set me free, my honey
Bee
Honey
Bee
He closed his eyes as he continued.
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Suga waited until he knew Daichi would have made it down the first flight of stairs before swinging his door open and toeing into the hallway. He firmly grasped a full bottle of freshly opened white wine.
He couldn’t bring out the nearly empty one now could he?
He slinked down the hall, down the stairs, only slipping two times, and hoped to god that Daichi went out to the garden. Taking a long gulp from the bottle, he slowly pushed the door open.
He could see Daichi staring up at the sky from the beginnings of the garden. He was holding what Suga hoped was his guitar.
He paused in the door frame and waited.
He watched the man slowly enter and disappear into the foliage Yamaguchi had meticulously cared for. Giddy with excitement, he started his walk towards the garden.
Jellied legs carried him over the grass as the sound of a guitar started the play. He stopped.
It was beautiful. Each note was clear and rang out nice and solid into the night air. Then there was a voice. It wasn’t hesitant, it didn’t waver. It was strong, it was deep, it was beautiful.
Suga’s knees felt weak. Music never failed to amaze him, and to know Daichi was gifted musically made him ecstatic.
He pushed further into the greenery, legs itching to dance to the timber of Daichi’s voice.
Once he made it to the central clearing with the fountain, he saw him. He sat facing away from him, towards the bubbling water. Suga could tell the song was nearing its end and started to make his way towards the man, and the music stopped.
It took Suga’s wine-addled brain a few seconds later that Daichi had turned to stare at him.
“Why did you stop playing?” Suga could hear his speech come out a little less than perfect and willed his drunkenness to leave his body.
“You startled me,” Suga focused in on his face, it was so handsome in the moonlight, the scar silvery under the moon.
“Oh,” All of his thoughts of telling him how ethereal he looked vanished as his eyes roamed down to Daichi’s chest, “Aren’t you chilly? Where’s your uh,” He turned his eyes away to avoid staring too deeply at the scars littering the man's body, “Where’s your shirt?”
Daichi slapped his arms around his torso, his face flushing ever so slightly, “Sorry! I get really hot when I sleep so I only wear my shorts,” That was something that drunk Suga would hope sober Suga would remember.
“It’s okay,” He hiccuped and brought his eyes back to his torso, “I don’t mind really,” Looking up at Daichi, he couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself any longer, “You’re quite impressive, I don’t mind the show.”
Daichi’s face flushed more under the compliment and he stuttered out, “I- Eh- I uh- Hehe um I-”
Suga couldn’t contain his laughter, how could someone that strong and masculine, be so cute?
“Daichi you sure are funny,” Suga couldn't contain his smile, “Won’t you play some more? I really like your voice.”
He watched Daichi take a deep breath and remove his arms from his body as Suga walked over to join him, “What would you like to hear?”
“Anything,” He plopped down onto the bench and settled the wine bottle between his legs, hoping the moment to offer some to Daichi would come soon.
“Alright,” He turned his face back at Suga to smile, “Anything for you,” and Suga could feel his face redden, and not from the alcohol. He was sure his mouth was open but Daichi wasn’t looking at him anymore.
Suddenly he was playing again and Suga was transfixed. Hazy eyes stared at his hands on the neck of the guitar, the slope of his jaw, the way his bicep flexed ever so slightly as his fingers moved, his chest.
He liked to blame how his heart skipped a beat once the knight started singing on the alcohol coursing through his body.
The lyrics crashed over Suga’s body like a tidal wave, they were beautiful. It sounded like something you would sing to a lover, but he pushed the thought away, only letting the tenor of Daichi’s voice bounce around inside his skull.
His body swayed back and forth gently unknowingly as the song continued.
You didn’t have to smile at me
Your grins the sweetest that I’ve ever seen
But you did. Yes you did
His feet compelled him to dance, dancing came as easy as breathing to Prince Sugawara Koushi.
He stood and the music urged him to waltz. He took sloppy steps and moved more languidly than he would usually with the dance style and made his way around the fountain.
The wind rustled his messy hair and blew the heat from his cheeks, the grass tickled the bare soles of his feet, and Daichi’s music thrummed beneath his skin.
The night didn’t feel alone tonight.
Spending so much time on a floor that remained vacant for most of the year left him feeling rather vacant most of the time.
The song had progressed and Suga’s movements changed to something akin to slow dancing by himself, arms embracing the summer air.
Hello, Goodbye, T’was nice to know you
How I find myself without you
That I’ll never know
I let myself go
Hello, Goodbye, I’m rather crazy
And I never thought I was crazy
But what do I know?
I let myself go
He could tell the song was pushing towards its end, Daichi’s eyes flickered from the guitar, to the prince, and back again. Suga could see him smiling.
He twirled a few more times as the song closed.
Hello, Goodbye, I’m rather crazy
And I never thought I was crazy
Suga laughed into the sky, arms reaching towards the moon hanging so far above their heads. Tonight was beautiful. The stars were beautiful. The water in the fountain was beautiful. Daichi was-
He let his arms swing down and turned to look at the knight.
“That was a beautiful song. You’re something else, Sawamura Daichi.”
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Daichi didn’t know what to say. He was sure nothing would come out if he opened his mouth anyway. Suga danced right in front of him. He just smiled and hoped his face didn’t scream his thoughts.
“You’ll have to play me that song a million more times ya know?” Suga was glowing. His hair a perfect halo around his flushed face.
“If you insist, who am I to say no.”
Suga giggled and took a seat beside Daichi once more, this time he mirrored Daichi’s position, facing the fountain. He grabbed his wine and took a swig. He tilted it in Daichi’s direction, he kept his eyes fixed on the sky.
“Want some? I brought it for you after all.”
“Of course I do,” Daichi chuckled and took the bottle from the Prince’s hand and took a long swallow. It was a sweet wine, it makes sense Suga would like something like this , he thought to himself.
A few moments passed in silence, both men admiring the night sky, Daichi took another sip.
“I’m drunk Daichi.”
“I figured, is something bothering you?”
Suga hummed a little and scratched his chest distractedly and yawned, “Sorta, not really though. I drink a lot ‘cause I’m bored. Plus it gets lonely on that floor by myself, there's only so many nights people wanna have sleepovers. But I have you there now so it shouldn’t be too bad right?”
“Right,” It pained Daichi to hear the prince say he was lonely, “I’m here too, so feel free to bother me whenever you want,” He hoped he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt to reach out to the prince like that.
He could hear Suga laugh, “You really are so funny Daichi,” His voice sounded softer and sleepier than it had before.
“What about me is funny?”
He didn’t get a reply.
Daichi turned to look at him.
Suga’s chin was tipped to his chest, back slumped, soft breaths escaped his slightly parted mouth.
“Suga?”
Nothing.
“Prince Suga?”
A soft snore drifted through the air. Daichi sighed, “Suga, you really know how to shake someone up.”
Slinging the strap of his guitar around his back, he lifted Suga into his arms.
“I hope he doesn’t mind me leaving his wine out here,” There was no way he could carry Suga in his arms and hold the wine bottle.
The Prince was heavier than he expected, but the sight of his muscled legs made it clear in his mind he wasn’t a frail person. He kept his eyes to himself before he could think any longer about the body of the man he carried.
Another soft snore slipped past his lips and Daichi suppressed a smile.
A pale hand made its way to rest on his bare chest and Daichi felt his face explode once again. Suga would never fail, even in his sleep, to fluster the man.
He made his way back inside and up the stairs of the east wing back to their floor. Suga left his door open, and upon entering his lavish room, his windows were open too.
The room was stunning, gold embellishments adorned all the furniture. The white bed frame was massive, intricate patterns carved into the wood of the headboard made it seem fit for an angel. A black cat lay sprawled among the covers. There were plush settees and chairs, matching tables stacked with books and cups, a huge full length mirror, and the walls were adorned with paintings of Suga with various other people.
Daichi settled him gently into his bed, cautious of disturbing the cat, his plush blankets and mountains of pillows piled all around.
He made to leave the room. He heard the soft rustle of bed sheets and blankets.
He glanced back.
Suga had curled up into himself.
Daichi closed the windows.
He made his way back over to the prince's bed and pulled a blanket over top of him. Before he could stop himself, his hand brushed his unruly bangs from his face.
He had to leave immediately. He knew it was of no use to get too attached to a prince, but he felt the thought would be futile. Suga was far too interesting and far too beautiful for Daichi to ignore.
He softly closed the door behind him and slipped back into his own room, guitar finding itself on the floor.
Laying down in bed, he felt a lot less lonely. Suga made the night feel whole again.
His eyes were heavy. He hoped he could have more interactions with Suga like that again soon.
Sleep came much easier than before.