Thank you itishebihime-samaforyou for adhering to my request for
help picking kisses for Karasuno’s captain! I added #30 from another request because it fit so well with the ones you made.
I know I say this about all the
boys, but I love him so much. He’s such a good
captain and tries so, so hard. I started this slightly angst but it has a happy ending. I was listening to Colbie
Caillat’s “Hold On” for inspiration while writing this. Enjoy!
Daichi Sawamura –
Kisses #2, #6 and #30
#6: staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before
giving in
#2: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring
each other
#30: a gentle “I love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed
immediately by a stronger kiss
As you unlock the door to your soon to be former apartment you
feel your stomach give a flip; this is really it, you’re leaving. You make it
two steps away from the door before you hear a knock. Frowning you open it and
your heart stops; it’s Daichi.
“Daichi, why are you here?” you ask but turn towards the hall, not
even sure why you asked.
“We need to talk, y/n,” he says following you, shutting the door.
“What’s there left to talk about? Didn’t we decide this is the
best thing?”
“No,” he stresses the word standing in the threshold of your
bedroom as you gather a few last minutes things you couldn’t carry on your last
trip to storage, “you decided this
was the best thing. I told you I wanted to try.”
You take a deep breath, clenching the items in your hands. He
just has to make this more difficult; stubborn boy. “Look Daichi, we both know
how this is going to go,” you begin, turning to face him, “We’ll say we can
stay together, that long distance won’t be as hard as everyone says it is but
then little by little we’ll drift apart and start longing for companionship.
Then, when phone calls, texts and video calls stop being enough, one or both of
us will cheat and end up even more hurt.”
“Well aren’t you cynical?” he asks, irritation lacing his voice.
“No, I’m realistic.
Long distance relationships don’t work Daichi.”
“Stop generalizing,” he says roughly, slamming the door and
leaning against it when you start to try to leave. Grabbing your shoulders, he
stares in your eyes going on, “And, quite frankly, I’m insulted that you think
I would be like that. Haven’t I proven myself to you this past year? Shown how
much I care about you?”
Silence descends, his question hanging in the air because you
both already know the answer; yes, he has. He’s proven over and over that he’s
reliable, how capable he is but you can’t let go of the fear of being hurt so
badly again. Why did you ever agree to starting a relationship with Daichi when
you knew you’d be leaving soon? But
looking at him now, with his intense focused gaze, the one he usually saves for
when he’s on the court, you can see a burning determination there; he’s serious
about this.
Your eyes shift to his lips; even set in a frown they are so
kissable. Maybe just one last kiss goodbye…
Moving your hands, you grasp his biceps and lean up on your
toes, barely grazing his lips with your own. But as you pull away, his hand
flies behind your head, tugging you forward and crashing your lips together
almost violently. You inhale sharply through your nose as Daichi’s arm wraps
around your waist, tugging you flush against his chest where your hands rest. You
can feel his heart racing.
A slight lick to your bottom lip has you instinctively opening
your mouth as you’ve done so many times when kissing him like this and he
deepens the kiss further. You move your hands from his chest to his head,
carding your fingertips through his short hair drawing a deep moan from his
chest.
Pulling away for air, Daichi inhales before moving forward
again, planting quick kisses on your forehead, your eyelids, both your cheeks.
He brings his lips back so close to yours that he’s brushing little kisses as
he whispers, “I love you,” before devouring your mouth again, his tongue hot
and slick against your own.
After what feels like forever and a second at once, you’re
standing there, foreheads touching with eyes closed and heaving breaths.
Opening your eyes, you meet his. “I love you, y/n,” he repeats, hand clasping
the back of your neck and lips touching yours again. “Let me love you,” he begs
and you melt against him.
“I love you too,” you sob, tears pouring down your cheeks.
“I will love you here, there or anywhere, give me a chance. I’m
different, I’m not him.”
You nod. “Ok, let’s try.”