Daichi Sawamura never thought he would get this lucky.
He always thought he was your average guy, who’d end up living an average life. He got decent grades in high school, had great friends and made it big in volleyball just in time before high school ended. But he really started to consider himself lucky when he first bumped into you while walking to class that one spring day, coincidentally, the same day cherry blossoms first bloomed.
“Asahi, have you seen Suga anywhe-” he stops, suddenly stumbling back, turning just in time to see papers fall and you rushing to pick them up. He hurries back to help you, “I’m so sorry, I didn't see you there. Here let me help you.” He looks up, ready to give you back your papers, and finds himself staring into your eyes before going to pick up the rest of whatever you may have dropped.
“Oh no it’s fine, really, it was an accident, so don’t worry about it,” you reassure, smiling politely before taking the papers from the kind man before you. You politely bow, and head your way back down the hallway.
Daichi Sawamura knew from that day, as he watched your disappearing figure, that he was going to be the one to put the ring on your finger.
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One year of friendship, four years of dating, half a year engaged, and two years of marriage later, he still considers himself the luckiest man alive. He reminds himself of that every day, when he collapses in your arms after a long day of patrols, when you make his bento every morning, and especially when you rush into his arms after praying he would return safe and whole to you.
And even now, when you’re hunched over the paint-by-number in your hand, the TV playing some random episode of whatever crappy reality drama you put on for "background noise", with concentration fully evident on your face.
He’s not even doing his, instead he’s looking over at you in amusement, watching as you carefully and precisely try to stay within the lines of the intricate design. You look over at him and smile after rolling out the ache in your neck.
“Sawa, finish yours, you barely painted four spots,” you chuckle, teasing him.
He huffs out a laugh with you, "I will, sweetheart, just taking in the view. Gotta get into that artistic mode, you know,” his smile joyful. You playfully push him at his clearly cheesy line, while trying (and failing) to hide the blush creeping up your neck.
“Whatever you say, officer,” you say before returning back to your canvas. Daichi watches as you dip your brush back into the paint, your eyes glowing with pride and happiness.
Yeah. This is it, he thinks, This is what life is.
Daichi will always wonder whether it was some supernatural force that made you take that hallway that day, or whether it was pure coincidence.
But Daichi Sawamura will never stop considering himself lucky, not when he still has you here with him.
a.n : sorry for not posting in a long time guys ive been on summer break and tryna enjoy whatever i got left. have an amazing day :D credits to @/aquazero for the headers!!
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