sugawara koushi - holding you close
warnings: fluff, established relationship
lavender washes the sky as the it falls from pink to gold, sun slowly bowing its head beneath the horizon. very little cars pass by in miyagi at this hour, the absence of traffic calming the usual busty ambience. the birds at this hour are now scrambling home, flying to their nests. in a way, so is sugawara. but he’s not going home yet.
he’s going to yours.
sugawara tenses his grip on the handles of his bags. in one, he holds onto the strap of his school bag slung over his shoulder. in the other, he holds his sports bag, containing everything he would need for volleyball. his hair is slightly damp, still sweaty from practice.
he’s quiet aside from the occasional shaky exhales whenever he reaches a crosswalk. he’s tired, eyelids already drooping low below half of his pupil. but the drowsiness doesn’t halt his excitement as he approaches his destination—in fact, he even starts to see your front door from here. only when he does see your house, he picks up the pace of his legs. the exhaustion in his lower muscles from volleyball drills seem to have gone extinct with the way he practically runs down the sidewalk.
he reaches the plot of land your house is built on, and a boyish grin cracks on his face. he walks on the path leading to your porch, knocking once, twice, and then—
“koushi!” you push the door open after an initial crack to peek at who’s beyond it. your voice cuts into his swarm of thoughts instantaneously, and your giggle echoes throughout his entire body. “come inside, i was expecting you to go home immediately seeing as practice ended later than expected.”
sugawara only chuckles half-heartedly before kicking off his shoes and pushing himself in through the door. he sets his stuff down on the nearby floor as you make your way through your hallway. you’re about to enter your kitchen to prepare a snack or drink for sugawara—ever so considerate for your athletic boyfriend—when he suddenly grabs onto your wrist.
you shoot him a puzzled expression but he says nothing in response. instead, he drags you to your living room. he plops onto your couch, lying down with his head on one end and his feet on the other. you chuckle at his exhaustion but yelp when he pulls you on top of him.
“koushi?” you mumble, voice muffled by his chest. no response again. he lets go of your wrist and uses both of his arms to wrap around your waist. after securing you comfortably, one of his hands snake back up to the back of your head, pushing it slightly against his chest. he rests his neck on top of your head, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply, and exhaling shakily.
you try to protest against his hold seeing as he just came back from practice—sweat soaked within the fabric of his undershirt and white-button up. you wriggle slightly to loosen his hold, but he only holds you closer.
“mmph… don’t go yet, sugar.” sugawara’s eyes are closed, and he speaks with a calm in his voice that’s pure with love and content. “i just wanna hold you close for now.”
a/n: this is just fluff guys. i was in a less smutty mood for koushi y’all