You slowly open your eyes but your vision was a blur. You feel a blanket wrapped around you, keeping you warm.

Where are my glasses? Wait, where am I?

Your blindly feel around for your glasses but instead your hand feels something warm.

Huh?

You look down as your hand was on top of someone else's. Glancing to your left, you see the back of a boy with silver hair.

SUGA?!

Reacting to your touch, Suga turns around and you're greeted with his hazel eyes and a cute smile.

"Oh (F/N), you're finally awake."

"Where am I and how did I get here?" You say groggily. You start rubbing your eyes trying to make sense of everything.

You look at your surroundings and realize you're home.

At least that answered one of my questions.

You felt a little calmer until you realized,

SUGA IS IN MY HOUSE!?

Your heart started beating irregularly fast.

"Well, Mika walked me to your house. It's a good thing you live right beside each other. No wonder you're best friends" he explained tapping a pen to his chin.

You glance at the coffee table as it is filled with papers. School homework and volleyball diagrams spread out in a particular fashion.

"Oh sorry about the mess." He said shyly as he notices your eyes drifting towards his neatly printed notes. He was wearing glasses and you saw him in a new perspective.

Wow, what beautiful handwriting. He seemed like the type to take his studies seriously. He's so cute with his glasses.

You respond sheepishly, "Its okay don't worry about it. Wait, where's my mom?"

You suddenly get up into a sitting position but the sudden movement made your head throb. Your forehead was pounding.

"Ugh." You clutch your forehead with both your hands. The pain seemed to be getting worse. You close your eyes trying to stop the pain.

"(F/N), no sudden movements" He tucked the blanket upwards to your neck, making you back lie back down.

Your nose was filled with a lavender scent as Suga rubbed his hands together.

"Here."

He gently removed your hands from your face and placed them to your lap. He then replaced your hands with his own and started massaging your temples gently. You were blushing so bad and it was impossible to hide it. Usually you wouldn't let anyone touch your forehead because of how sensitive it is, but with Suga you allowed it. Embarrassed to look in his direction, you close your eyes as you're soothed by his soft hands.

He's really good at this.

A minute passed and he stopped massaging. You open your eyes and a pink tint spread on his face. Your head seemed more clearer as it wasn't throbbing as much.

"Was that okay? I usually do that when I study for too long and I get migraines often. I've also read lavender helps with stress relief. Not that I assume you're stressed or anything" he spoke awfully fast, like he was embarrassed. He closed the small ointment bottle and quickly returned back to his paperwork, writing in his notebook.

"Thank you Suga" you say in a quiet voice.

"W-welcome, (F/N)" he stuttered

How cute.

"Suga, why didn't you go home off after you dropped me off?"

"Well, when I got to your house your mom was just about to leave. She said she had a graveyard shift so I suggested to stay with you" he wrote in his notebook more quickly, still distracted by his work.

He finally turned around and said, "I didn't want you to be alone"

Oh.

"Y-you could've just left me here. Mika is right next door you know? You parents must be worried"

"It's okay, I already texted my mom that I'm at a friend's house. Plus she already knows Kiyoko"

Friends? He considers me as a friend?

"Oh yeah, Kiyoko... Um anyway, Suga do you know where my school bag is?"

He reached near the end of the couch where your feet were.

"Here ya go" he said happily handing it to you.

You reach down and open the bag. Rustling the contents inside you finally pulled out your 'medicine bag'. Suga looks at you when you open it up revealing 3 different pill bottles. You only take two out and place them on the coffee table. Suga turned one of the bottles with his pen and it read, "Fluoxetine (Prozac)". Suga instantly got up and brought you a glass of water. You didn't even ask him to. He didn't ask about the medication but in your head, he was dying to know.

"Yes Suga, these are antidepressants"

He blushed and said "I know. My mom is a pharmacist and she sometimes lets me help out with the shop" He tapped his pen lightly on the table out of nervousness.

In silence, he hands you the water and you place the pill in your mouth. Gulping it down, you wipe the excess water that dribbled down with your sleeve.

"They're for my PTSD episodes" you say meekly putting it back into the bag.

You grab the other pill bottle and open it up.

I forgot to take these ones this morning too.

You swallowed the second pill and took another sip of water. You notice Suga was still carefully watching.

"Iron pills" you say showing him the bottle.

"You're anemic?" He says and you're surprised he knows what the pills do.

"I did a research paper on iron pills before for my health studies class" he quickly adds.

He's smart.

The silence thickened but this time it wasn't awkward like back in class. It was more comforting.

"I'm sorry (F/N)" He said making eye contact with you.

His stared with sincerity and into your vacant eyes, searching.

"What are you sorry about?"

He shut his eyes and tightly clasped his hands together.

He seems so mad at himself.

You reach out to his hands and he slowly looks upwards

"There's no need to be sorry" you say softly.

Meeting his gaze, you notice his eyes were turning red.

"I just wanted you to love volleyball again. I could tell you loved it as much as I do. But I never considered what you were going through."

"Hey Suga." You smile, still holding onto his hands, "I'm okay. Don't worry about me."

"(F/N) you fainted today. How can that not make me worry. Er- I mean, anyone worry" He corrected himself, "How long have you been on anti-depressants?"

You ponder at his question as his eyes widened in realization of his impulsivity.

"I want you to meet someone" you let out.

"W-what? Right now? It's going to be dark outside."

"Don't worry, we'll be quick." You get up from the couch and grab Suga's wrist leading him to the front door.

"Ah wait, you need a jacket. It's cold."

He reaches for his volleyball jacket hanging on the coat rack, and wraps it around your shoulders.

"Wait what about you?" You ask, meeting the setter's kind eyes.

"It's okay, don't worry about me. You need it more." He smiles

You hesitate but he insisted. Glancing at the kitchen clock it was already 6:30pm.

If we make it in time, it'll still be bright out.

You both head out the door in a rush. You hold Suga's hand and started running into the night.

------ end p. 10--------