As you walk along to your weight lifting class your phone
pings. Looking at the screen you smile. Suga is texting you.
Suga-Baby: Wait for
me after your training, I have a surprise for you
You: Ok, see you soon
An hour later you’re exhausted and definitely sore but
happy. Endorphins from lifting usually help your mood, even if you are tired at
the end of a session. Your coach praised your progress, letting you know how
proud she is for how far you’ve come and that you’re ready for the event in two
weeks’ time.
Stepping out into the cool night air you take a deep breath,
hands in your pockets as you wait for your doting boyfriend. He doesn’t keep
you waiting at all, rounding the corner before you’ve barely stood still. With
a wide smile he waves as he approaches and you giggle waving back. He reaches you grasping your hand in his
while the other picks up your gym bag. Normally you’d protest but your arms are
so tired you’re thankful for the help.
“So where are you taking me? Shouldn’t I go home and take a
shower first or something?” you ask discreetly smelling yourself and deciding,
yes, you definitely need a shower.
“Stop worrying so much,” he says with a smile, “Trust me.”
Sighing you slump your shoulders and let him lead you along.
Soon enough you’ve reached the train station which makes your eyes widen
slightly but you’ve given up on asking questions. As the two of you take your
seats you feel your eyelids getting heavier. All you really want to do is curl
up with the man beside you and go to sleep but you force yourself to stay
awake. You don’t want to spoil whatever he has planned by showing just how
tired you are, though you’re sure Suga already knows.
Eventually you reach your stop, the same you take to go to
his off-campus apartment. He, Daichi, and Asahi all live together in what has
been christened “The Bro Abode”. Within its walls is a constant flow of current
and former teammates/friends, the Karasuno high schoolers regulars on the
weekends for meals and scrimmage volleyball games. It makes you smile to see
the three boys, now men really, continuing to mentor and encourage the little
birds as you call them. Given the amount of people always coming and going,
you’re surprised Suga would bring you here when he was the one who said you
need to take it easy.
He unlocks the door throwing it open but ushering you in
first like the gentleman he is. As you enter you gasp in surprise. The living
room has numerous candles set about, their light casting a soft delicate glow
against the walls. From the kitchen wafts a delicious aroma of spiced chicken
and dumplings, one of your favorite comfort foods. You swear you smell some
sort of chocolate dessert, possibly fresh from the oven, as well.
But the most surprising fact of all is that it’s dead quiet;
no one is home. Turning to look at Suga as he shuts the door you say, “How in
the world did you pull this off?”
He grins, pulling you into his arms despite your sweaty disheveled
appearance. Kissing your forehead, he answers, “When I saw you this afternoon
at lunch I knew I wanted to do something special for you to help you relax so I
asked the guys for help. Daichi and Yui-chan had already planned on ambushing
Asahi with a blind date, making it a double so he’d actually go the cowardly
lion.” You grin as he continues, “So I cooked dinner while the guys helped
clean the place up. Last thing needed was the lighting of the candles which the
Yui-chan helped with before the three of them took off.”
“That’s why you were looking at your phone,” you mutter and
he smiles.
“Now,” he says clapping his hands, “You go on and take a
shower, there’s a change of clothes in the bathroom and I’ll finish prepping
dinner.”
You still can’t quite believe the two of you have the place
to yourselves but you obediently walk to the bathroom as Suga makes his way to
the kitchen. When you walk in you see a new black (of course) track suit and
grey tank top along with fuzzy slippers.
“He really thought of everything,” you mutter getting
undressed. You shower quickly, eager to get to the tasty meal Suga has so
lovingly prepared. Clad in your new comfy clothes, minus the jacket because
you’re still warm from the shower, you
walk to the kitchen table just as he’s finished plating the food; spiced
chicken and dumplings, salad and blueberry pomegranate juice. As the scent hits
you anew your mouth begins to water in anticipation.
“Itadakimasu,” you say together before digging in. You are
not disappointed; the meal is perfect. While eating you discuss the various points
of your respective days. Belong long you’re stuffed to the brim with comfort
food, your belly and heart happy. Placing the dishes in the sink, Suga waves
off your attempts to clean the kitchen assuring you he’d take care of it later.
Tonight, he just wants you to relax for once.
Leading you to the living room he guides you to sit in front
of the couch on a cushion while he sits behind you, cradling you between his
legs. Silently he begins kneading your shoulders. All these years of setting
have definitely given him strong fingers and you can’t suppress a groan coming
from your lips.
Lately you feel like you’ve been carrying the weight of the
world on your shoulders due to your many responsibilities but as Suga continues
to work your muscles you feel the weight melt away to leave a delicious calm.
Just being with your silver haired boyfriend brings you peace but having him
pamper you so thoroughly is certainly doing wonders for your stress level.
He works his way down your back, pushing, kneading and
rolling over every inch until you feel like goo. Switching gears, he stands and
easily picking you up before gently depositing you on the couch on your stomach
where he proceeds to continue working your back.
You gasp slightly when his hands slid under your shirt, the
heat of his skin against yours making you blush. “Shhh,” he says, “none of that
tonight, just relax.” His voice is smooth and calm, like a gentle ocean wave
rolling over you and making you feel content.
You inhale deeply and let out a long breath. He’s pushing the knots in
your lower back, willing them into submission under his gentle but firm ministrations.
Any other night his touch would ignite you but you’re so exhausted that you
give into the sensation of dozing off.
When he’s done with your back Suga moves to your legs,
pushing up and down your calves before moving to your feet where he adds lotion
to his repertoire and you sigh again. Just when you think he’s done he
surprises you by turning you over in order to work the tops of your feet, your
shins and your thighs, each needing attention from his healing touch more than
you realized. He leaves your torso alone.
“Don’t want to break my own rule,” he whispers with a wink
that makes your cheeks heat up.
Instead, he pulls you down the couch to give a bit more room
by your head and sits cross-legged to massage your neck and head. Your scalp
tingles when his nails gently trail through your hair making goosebumps erupt
down your arms. He moves to your shoulders again then back to your neck and
head. By the time he’s done you’re practically asleep.
Standing up Suga looks down at you, a soft smile present on
his lips as he looks at your face filled with contentment. A small snore
escapes you making him chuckle. Oh well, dessert will have to wait until
tomorrow, but you’re in college, brownies are perfectly acceptable breakfast
items for you.
Deftly, he scoops you up into his arms and walks into his
bedroom where he lays you down, covering you up. You’re so exhausted you merely
roll over and continue sleeping, muttering an “I love you”. He kisses your head
before leaving the room. After cleaning up the apartment Suga returns to his
room, changing into shorts and a t-shirt then climbing into bed beside you.
As you snuggle into the crook of his neck he kisses your
head again. He knows he can’t carrying your burdens for you, but he’s
determined to help lighten the load and remind you that it’s ok to take a break
every now again. “After all,” he
think glancing at the secret drawer in his desk that holds a simple engagement
ring, “I want my future wife to not be
half dead by the time we graduate.”
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