18. That date part 1 (Suga pov)

                                    

                                          
a/n: guys guys guys guys guys i am so excited to post the next chapter (not this one the one after, but i had fun writing this one too) its really long but ive been working on it all week and am finally getting into suga's past oml im so excited, i even postponed my friday ritual post school nap to upload this chapter bc im so hyped 😁😁 happy weekend! we made it!! 🥳🥳
                          
As the closing lines of the first Attack on Titan op played out, I pulled up to Oikawa's driveway (yes, very romantic and appropriate for the mood, I know). No sooner had I stepped out of the car and closed the door when I heard a loud, "SUGA-CHANNNNNNNN!!!!!" and looked up, a bit startled, to see Oikawa barreling towards me at full force. He stopped an arms length away, shocking me when he didn't go for a huge bear hug.
                          
   "Hi!" He said brightly, waving animatedly. It took me a moment to respond because, okay–just–Oikawa, Oikawa was like, sooooo cute, like obnoxiously cute, to the point where it left me breathless, and I was also distracted by the fact that I hadn't had to awkwardly pull back from a hug, as I had been expecting.
                          
   "Er, hey, Oikawa-chan." I returned eventually, any redness I had managed to clear since the ice skating rink returning stronger than ever.
                          
   "Suga-chan, I have so much planned you don't even know. Trust me, it's gonna be great, we're gonna watch Alien movies and anime and cook dinner and dessert and, well, whatever else comes to mind, come on!" Oikawa spun around and sprinted back up the door. I almost followed but remembered I still had to get my stuff, so I went back to the trunk and got my bag before locking the car.
                          
   "Ahh, I'm sorry, I'll take that!" Oikawa exclaimed, once more right in front of me. He quickly took my bag and made his way up the driveway again, this time with me in tow. "Such a gentleman." I teased, my heart fluttering when he turned to me and said with a wink, "Only for you!" Gosh darnit he was smooth (or he could be, when he wanted to be anyway).
                          
   I sucked in a quiet breath when we went inside. Oikawa's house looked nice from the outside, but it was really, really nice inside. Poverty was one of the few things I hadn't suffered from in the past (well actually...aaah, it's complicated), although I couldn't help but feel self-conscious when walking around. I did my best not to let it show.
                          
   "Here, you can set your stuff in my room." Oikawa said, leading me down a long hallway upstairs. He stopped at the end and opened the door. I wasn't sure what to expect, but somehow what I saw was very fitting. It was a fairly spacious room with light blue walls, lots of volleyball and space/sci-fi posters, and what looked like a walk-in closet and bathroom on opposite ends. Given the sheer amount of space stuff, I was honestly surprised he had a normal, plain bedspread instead of something with lots of little aliens and UFOs. Everything seemed fairly normal, if not a little childish, but then I saw it.
                          
   "Ahhh, so this is the infamous cardboard cutout of you." I said smirking, setting my bag down at the foot of the bed. I also warily eyed the dartboard (which currently did not have a picture in it) on the wall, internally grimacing that that part had been true from what the Seijoh players had told me.
                          
   "Oh, yeah that, you know how the volleyball people do stories on me all the time and stuff? For some reason or another, they made a bunch of cutouts of me for some expo a couple years ago and had an extra, so I took it." Oikawa said casually, as if it wasn't like, the vainest thing in the world to have a random cutout of yourself in your room. I kept waiting for him to realize this or say something about it, but he didn't so I just shrugged it off because let's be honest, it was Oikawa.
                          
   "So, what are we doing first?" I turned to Oikawa and asked. "Let's start with movies!" He was already running back out of his room and downstairs, like an overly-excited child. Which he technically was, I guess. I chuckled quietly and followed him all the way down to what I presumed was the living room. There was a pretty big tv in the middle with an equally large couch in front, covered in pillows and blankets.