Sugawara, on the other hand, thinks quite the contrary.
For what it’s worth, he thinks this city is a whirlwind in itself, always rumbling and always moving. It’s nothing bad. He’s in high school for goodness sake-- or, well, he should be, but the point is he doesn’t expect things to stay static and usual. The point is he shouldn’t know what’s going to happen because that’s just how life is, that it’s just normal when he turns the corner and runs into none other than Sawamura Daichi.
The surprise is obvious on his face, one foot frozen midstep as his fingers remain stock still in between his text-message-in-progress (and at this rate? Will probably never be finished). And then his eyes travel: Daichi’s eyes, his hair, his hands reaching out for his shoulders, his lips moving, talking up a storm, ever a blur. He wonders how Daichi has this much energy to stay this excited because Sugawara thinks he certainly does not have quite that same fervor any longer. Not for how long he’s been here.
But then the fatigue washes out, and he suddenly succumbs to the storm within him. Sugawara’s mouth loosens itself from its slack-jawed position and his own lips moves without his realizing. “You’re… here,” and really, the setter feels like the genius he is not for his own literariness. He blinks, looking for his next, more appropriate words, then his actual reaction feels natural.
His punch is, of course, lighthearted and friendly. He beams a smile to the captain to communicate just that: he’s happy to see Daichi here, he really is. But if he’s here, then that means he isn’t home in Miyagi where he’d be safe and comfortable in bed at home. He smiles because he’s happy, but also because the storm that’s actually raging within Sugawara tells himself that if he can’t pull it together, then he’s only doing more harm than good. Daichi needs him to be the pillar he doesn’t think he is.
(That’s why he’s the number two, he’s thought before. He’s not the singular and steady number one that Daichi is--)
The second he feels his smile faltering even just the slightest, Sugawara crashes into the other and tightly wraps his arms around him. And then he just breathes. He doesn’t know how long Daichi’s been in Hive City, doesn’t know who’s he’s already met or what he’s already done. On a regular basis, he’d already know these things; for the past three years, they’d done everything together, connected at the hip. So after the past few months with a literal world between the two of them, Sugawara is glad for the sense of familiarity in an otherwise unfamiliar setting. It’s unfair for him to think Daichi can fix whatever’s going on, but with him here, it almost feels like he can.
Sugawara takes one last deep breath before stepping back and setting the distance between them again, smile still warm and tugging at the corners of his lips. “If you really want to, I don’t mind heading to your apartment. Something tells me we’re gonna be talking for a while.” Pocketing his phone, the setter drums his fingers on his chin, contemplating. “I wouldn’t mind grabbing coffee or something, though. C’mon, there’s this place I’ve been really wanting to show you ever since I found it!”
And for a quick second, he considers grabbing at Daichi’s hand as opposed to the crook of his arm to drag him along the streets. But it’s one step at a time, he tells himself-- he wants to get the captain situated first, make sure he’s okay despite everything’s that happened and everything that will happen. He’s worried for him, and scared things might only get worse, but if Daichi thinks him to be some reliable lighthouse, then he’s more than willing to steady his own storm to guide him ashore.
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