I rolled out of bed nervous, knowing it would be a long wait until (y/n) and I saw each other. I crossed the room to grab my phone and saw texts from both Daichi and Asahi.

I responded to both quickly before tossing my phone on my bed and hopping in the shower. After, I went downstairs and saw that my dad had already left and my mom was on her way out.

"Koushi, I know you mentioned (y/n) might be stopping by," she said as she slipped on her heels. "Just make sure nothing funny happens since me and your father won't be home until later, okay?"

I blushed and nodded, too embarrassed to make eye contact. She kissed me goodbye and ran out of the house, her heels clicking on the floor. I quietly sat at the table alone and poured my cereal- I wondered if this was what it was like to live alone, like (y/n). The silence overwhelmed me after a short time and I packed my things and left for practice earlier than usual.

The sun had hardly risen when I got to the doors of the gym, where I could hear Daichi's voice calling out orders already despite me being early. Inside it was just him along with Hinata and Kageyama, practicing their quick attack. I waved at them as I headed into the locker room to change, and once I got out Tanaka, Noya, and Asahi had arrived, everyone gathered in a circle even though they weren't changed yet.

"Summer vacation is in a little more than a month," Daichi said. "So we need to start getting ready for the training camp now, instead of falling behind while we're there."

Everyone agreed and once the entire team had arrived and changed, we went into full gear. The time passed by quickly and once classes had began I was already a bit exhausted.

I floated through the day, dreaming of volleyball and (y/n) until it was finally time to go to practice again. Since we all kept our focus during morning practice, Ukai let us out early this time, saying he was feeling generous today. I quickly changed and got my things together, anxious to see (y/n) after our kiss.

"Hey," Daichi called out just as I was stepping out of the gym, Asahi trailing behind him. "Wait up."

I stopped, nervousness building in the pit of my stomach as I realized they would need an explanation of where I was going in such a hurry. I knew this conversation was coming eventually, and I knew I'd have to break Asahi's heart but I really, really didn't want to.

"Where are you going, Suga?" Daichi asked, both of them facing me. I began to stammer and I was unsure of how to answer despite rehearsing the moment in my head throughout the whole day.

"I, uhm, I'm-"

"Are you going to hang out with (y/n)?" Asahi asked, no hint of sadness or jealousy in his voice. I felt heat crawl up my cheeks and stared down at my feet.

"Yeah," I said, my voice coming out more like a squeak than anything else.

"You don't need to hide it," Asahi said, smiling at me. "I said I wanted all of us to be happy and I meant it. If that means you two being together then that's okay."

I smiled up at him, relief washing over me. Daichi was smiling too, his gaze looking a bit far away.

"I'm happy for you." Daichi finally said, locking his eyes on mine. We all gave each other a mutual nod that said "We're all good" and said our goodbyes, both of them staying behind in the gym with the rest of the team as I began to walk home. I pulled out my phone and saw two texts from (y/n); one asking when I got home from school, the other telling me to hurry up before she started looking for me. I typed back as I walked down the road, assuring her I was on my way.

As I shoved my phone back in my pocket I felt my heart soaring at the feeling just her text gave me. It was strange to know she was waiting for me in the same way I'd waited for her, and I wondered if she found me anywhere near as fascinating as I found her. It took every ounce of self control not to walk down the street with a giant, dorky grin on my face but before long I was home; neither of my parents' cars were in the drive yet just like my mom had mentioned.

I got inside and slipped my shoes off, tossing my backpack by the stairs before I texted (y/n) that I was home. I sat on the couch and turned on the television but didn't really watch it, my mind racing as I waited for her to get here, a million scenarios playing out in my head. Not even five minutes passed before a knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts; I jumped from the couch and realized just as my hand reached for the doorknob that I hadn't even changed clothes, or cleaned up the house, or put on deodorant. I felt self conscious as I opened the door but it left me as I saw her smiling at me, reaching for a hug before coming in. I placed my hands on her back so gently that she may not have even felt it.

She pulled away and we simply looked at each other for a minute; she was wearing glasses today* and I adored the way they rested on the bridge of her nose, a little too big for her face. She had on leggings (or were they yoga pants? I didn't know the difference) that ended half way up her calves, and a zip up sweatshirt. I noticed her hair was down and I had the unexplainable urge to run my hands through it, although I didn't. I finally let her in and she smiled as she looked around curiously.

"I didn't get to really look around the last time I was here," she said, her voice soft. "This is really nice. It definitely feels like more of a home than just a house." She wandered into the kitchen, taking a moment to look at all the photos framed on the walls as she placed her keys and a water bottle she brought with her on the table.

"Wow," she said as she sat at the table. I found it funny that she was setting the pace even when we were at my house. I didn't mind though, since I was too jittery to say anything coherent anyways.

"This really is such a nice place," she said. "Are your parents home? I wanna tell them how much I like it."

"No," I breathed, trying to make the nervousness go away. "They said they'd both be at work late today." I thankfully just stop myself from saying It's just us.

"Oh, okay," she says, still gazing up at the pictures. "I wish my apartment was like this. I should print out some pictures so it feels more like a home instead of where I just sleep at night, huh?" She said it jokingly, but something inside of me ached to become a part of her life that she could frame on the wall and think This makes it home.

"Yeah," I said, glancing up at the pictures. "You haven't been living there too long though, have you? It takes time to make a place feel like home. My family has lived here like, forever."

"You're right," she answered, her eyes leaving the walls and staring into mine. There's a quiet that comes over us as we stare at each other and her unblinking gaze almost scares me with its intensity. She finally blinked and slapped her hand against the table, her head falling back.

"Damn it!" She laughed, continuing to giggle as she spoke. "I wanted to win."

"Were you just having a staring contest without telling me?" I chuckled, her laugh contagious.

"Yeah! I do that with my dad all the time. Is that weird?" She had laid her head on the table, stretching her arms across the cool wooden surface.

"I've never done that," I said, mimicking the way she was sprawled across the small table but keeping my hands in my lap. She let out one of her awkward laughs and looked at me, her gaze softer now.

"I like your little beauty mark," she said quietly, reaching across and poking the mole under my eye. I blushed as she pulled her hand back, the idea that she liked such a small thing about me making my heart fly.

"Koushi," she spoke, her voice still gentle and calm. "I really like you."

"I really like you too," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I wanted to say more but I didn't know what. I wanted to tell her I wanted to spend every day with her and cook meals with her and decorate her apartment together and go on midnight drives and wake up next to her and write songs about her and that every little moment was one that I wanted to be by her side- but I didn't say anything.

"It's hard to say how we really feel, isn't it?" She said. "I keep saying in my head, 'Just tell him! Just tell him what you want to say!' But my mouth won't form the right words."

"I know how you feel," I laughed quietly. It felt like we were going nowhere, the silence stretching out over us, and panic set in me that I might be losing my chance.

"(Y/n), I really like you and I have for a long time," I stumbled over my words, losing my courage in record time. She lifted her head from the table, pink spreading across her face. "I- I've liked you for a really long time and I... I want you to be my girlfriend."

I kept my eyes locked on her, afraid she might dissappear if I even blinked. She smiled despite the harsh blush across her cheeks, just barely nodding her head.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice high. "Yes, Koushi." I liked the way she said my name and it made me blush to hear it. She reached her hands across the table again, making a grabbing motion with her fingers. I finally took my hands from my lap and reached towards her, locking our fingers together.

We stayed like that for a little while; I absent-mindedly rubbed my thumb across the back of her hand, enjoying the way her hands fit into mine as well as the sound of our breathing being the only noise in the whole house. This sort of comfortable silence would usually make me anxious to break it, but I finally felt my heartbeat calm down as she closed her eyes with her head on the table, the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips.

"Can we sit on the couch?" She broke the silence, keeping our fingers linked together. I nodded and stood up, finally pulling away from her. She got up and followed me into the living room, her steps close behind. Before I could sit she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling into my back. She let out a little hum before pulling away and looking at me, her lips curved into the most perfect smile. I love you, I said in my head, the thought surprising me. She flopped onto the couch, patting the empty space next to her. I sat down and grabbed the remote, clicking the television on even though I knew I wouldn't really be watching it. She leaned her head on my shoulder and my hand found its way to hers, linking us together in her lap. I let my head rest gently on hers and I felt the calmness return to me, my thoughts finally becoming silent as we quietly watched TV together.

I knew it then that we would be more than just a little fling that I might fondly look back on when I was old; I could only hope that she was my The One, my "I do", and my forever.

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*i know not everyone wears glasses but like.......everyone looks so cute in them i couldn't resist also i usually dont like 2 write abt specific outfits so like. srry if this part is awkward haha