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kingdaddydaichi · 4 months

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 11) | ( ch. 10 ) ☆ ( ch. 12 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 2.5k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 11-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw. cop!daichi. mutual pining. angst. domestic disturbance. fear. idk like, the way daichi talks to subi might come across as patriarchal? but it's the way i feel like daichi would speak to him under the specific circumstances, how he knew he would get through to him. i am deeply sorry for the massive real-life time gap between chapters //sob. but i'm committed to finishing this series. my love for daichi and this story is settled deep inside my bones. I'M BACK BITCHES /aff 🫶🏼

she's falling in love now losing control now fighting the truth trying to hide but i think it's alright, girl yeah i think it's alright, girl

losin control - russ

Life can be a rip-roaring bitch sometimes, y'know?

The first week or so after your fallout with Daichi had been relatively easy. The fact that you were still angry at him helped a lot more than you'd have liked to admit. The battle to get him off your mind was constant, but all you had to do was remember the way his eyebrows angled inward when he yelled at you. You’d never seen him like that before and it had scared you, triggering your fight or flight response on top of the heart-wrenching pain of seeing him being a little too friendly with his ex.

But what you kept pushing down with all of your might was the fact that daichi was right. He had called you on everything you’d worked so hard to hide from him. The fact that he’d seen you so clearly scared you more than the look in his eyes when he raised his voice at you. He had been angry, yes. But a lot of hurt had weaved its way into his words as well.

Halfway through the second week, however, things started to go downhill. You found yourself reaching for your phone a couple of times to tell Daichi about something ridiculous or funny that had happened only for your fingers to stop short as your heart sank.

Oh. right. I'm not supposed to do that anymore.

You’d even tried venting to Suga about Daichi in hopes that he would validate you, but he wasn’t as sympathetic towards your plight as you would’ve liked: “But isn’t this what you wanted?” he'd said. “You’ve been saying that whatever the hell was going on between you two had an expiration date…” “You’re right. It’s probably better this way so you and Daichi can each find the people you wanna be with...” That last one had really dug deep - the thought of Daichi with anyone else made your heart splinter and your stomach wretch. But you had swallowed your heartache down with the lump in your throat and nodded with a meek “Yeah, exactly,” knowing deep in your bones that you didn’t mean a word of it. Suga knew it too.

The week after that was the week from hell. Crying in bed every night because you missed Daichi so much was made that much worse by your shitty week. Life could’ve just given you a normal week but NOPE. Every single day, multiple times a day, you’d pick up your phone to send him an angry text about your boss or the rude ass lady at the grocery store. Or the fact that some really, really important notarized legal documents got lost in the mail. Three trips to UPS, two trips to the post office, and $91.00 later the paperwork finally reached its intended destination via next day air. You wanted to ask him to arrest the incompetent twat who put your mailer on the wrong truck in the first place and then smile at his reaction. To top it all off, your son’s behavior had hit an all-time low. You’d been hoping that it would’ve improved after the disciplinary hearing, which Subi had attended as well but, if anything, his behavior at home had gotten worse too.

You wanted to call Daichi. You wanted him to come over and hold you as you curled into a ball against his chest. To feel his hands in your hair and his lips on your forehead telling you that ‘everything’s gonna be okay’. Because you’d believe it If Daichi was the one saying it. He’d make sure of it. But you couldn’t do any of those things and it made you cry. Like getting kicked when you’re already down.

Daichi didn’t have it much better.

He’d called and apologized to Yui, who had called him a “fucking asshole”. There was the drunk driver who had puked on him while doing his field sobriety test (he probably deserved that, he’d guessed). Then there was the day he got stuck directing traffic in a torrential downpour. The police-issued waterproof ponchos had done nothing for his wet socks and the sloshing in his shoes.

There were also all the little annoying things that kept happening to him - his washing machine quit working (mid-cycle, no less), he got a flat tire (in a different torrential downpour), he stubbed his toe one morning while getting out of bed (talk about a rude awakening) - nothing too serious but just enough to piss him off.

The worst of it was finding out his mom had to be hospitalized for Covid. She had to be on oxygen, but the prognosis was good. She was expected to be okay and eventually make a full recovery, but of course it made him worry about her nonetheless.

And through every bit of it, you were on his mind. He missed you something fierce. But some of the things you’d said still weighed on his heart:

“...how cruel can you be?” “You’re not even my type.” “Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend!”

That last one had hurt the most. Did you really think that lowly of him to think he’d do that to you?

To be fair, he also remembered some of the things he’d said to you:

“Would you have liked it better if i’d introduced you as my fuck buddy…?” “What? Not toxic enough for ya?” “...you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it…!”

They made him cringe every time he remembered. Sometimes the words you had thrown at each other kept him up at night.

Tonight was one of those nights…

Daichi was reading in bed, trying to take his mind off of you when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Thinking it must be work-related at this time of night, he picked it up to see who was calling. When he saw your name on the screen, his heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest. What could you possibly want? Best case scenario was you wanted to apologize, but that could wait until tomorrow. If you didn’t want him to make you a priority anymore, he was going to honor that. Worst case scenario was you were reaching out to him for another booty call, and he was done with that.

Either way, he let your call go to voicemail, but just as he was about to put his phone back down, your text came through as three little numbers:

911

Daichi sat bolt upright and immediately tapped the call button. Halfway through the first ring, you answered. “Daichi?” You were crying and he could hear a young man’s voice yelling in the background.

He sat forward in his seat, wide brown eyes darting this way and that. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Subi,” you cried. There was a loud bang accompanied by a muffled sob from you. “He threatened to hurt me and now he’s throwing things…”

Before you could say anything else, daichi was on his feet, throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before heading for his front door. “You at home?”

“Y-yes.” you were crying so hard you were wheezing. “Daichi, please…please help?”

“I’m on my way.” His voice was remarkably low and stern and comforting as he told you to go inside your bedroom, lock the door, and stay there. He made sure you didn’t have any injuries and stayed on the phone with you for the 10 mins it took for him to get there. It normally took twice that long to drive from his place to yours, but he had his blue lights on, going well over the speed limit.

“Daichi, I’m so scared,” you sobbed.

“I’m almost there, (y/n). Just five more minutes. Come on, deep breaths.” He talked you down enough that you weren’t crying as hard. “Alright, I’m here. Do you know if he’s still in the house?”

“Yeah, I can hear him. But the front door is locked.”

“Do you feel safe enough to come out of your room and open it?”

You’d heard Subi’s voice getting further away and the slamming of his bedroom door. “Yeah, I think so.”

You slowly came out of your room and hurried to the front door, nearly collapsing in Daichi’s arms when you swung it open. He hugged you and told you everything was okay. He walked inside slowly, noticing some broken glass and other, obviously thrown, objects on the floor, and called your son’s name. Your pre-teen came out of his bedroom to find a man he didn’t recognize standing in the living room.

“Who’re you?” he asked.

“I’m Daichi, a friend of your mom’s. You must be Musubi.”

Musubi narrowed his eyes at him and shrugged in response.

“What’s been going on, man?”

Your son crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe it’s none of your business.”

Daichi’s dark brown eyes remained steady on him. “Well, seeing as how your mom is my friend and she’s scared and crying, I’d say it is my business.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. It’s not that big of a deal-“

“Wrong again. Your mom doesn’t feel safe in her own home. That’s a problem. It’s just the two of you living here, right?”

Subi shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“Then that makes you man of the house, doesn’t it?”

Your son’s eyes met Daichi’s for the first time since he first spoke to him. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And as the man of the house, don’t you think it’s your job to protect everyone in it, including your mom?”

The boy didn’t respond, but his facial muscles relaxed as he maintained eye contact with Daichi. He had his undivided attention now. He was speaking to him man to man and your son was listening intently.

“It’s a big responsibility to be in your position,” Daichi went on, nodding towards you. “Your mother and her safety are under your watch. She doesn’t feel safe with you when you’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her.” The off-duty police officer's voice remained calm and even as he tilted his head. “So tell me, Musubi: do you really think you’re qualified to be man of the house?”

You watched and listened with awe as Daichi took command over the situation, showing Subi what it means to be in full control. He leveled with your son while making him feel validated and understood. Rather than telling Subi how he should talk to you, Daichi did far more by showing him what it means to be a good man; he was teaching Subi how to treat others with respect in the way he spoke to him - by demonstrating to him that you get respect from others by being respectable.

Your son’s gaze fell under the weight of Daichi’s words. His beliefs about what it means to be a “man” had just been challenged and shaken to the core. He thought it meant being loud and aggressive, lording over others, calling the shots and expecting others to submit to him - no doubt all the tactics he’d learned from watching his father.

“You think you’re in control here? Because, from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it.” The boy’s gaze followed Daichi’s as he looked around at the broken items in the room before looking over at you, still trembling and sniffling. “If you lose control, it means you don’t have it, Musubi. It’s that simple. Do we have an understanding?”

The boy’s eyes locked with Daichi’s again and he nodded.

“Good man. Now,” Daichi said with quiet authority, “Clean up the mess you made.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, sir,” Subi murmured as he started picking up the pieces.

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your son’s mouth. Yes, sir? You looked up at Daichi - The Musubi Whisperer - wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Never even raised his voice and had him under his complete command.

“(Y/n), can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?” Daichi said it just loudly enough that your son could hear how his mother should be talked to - by asking, not demanding.

“Of course.” You followed Daichi until your son was out of earshot, then whispered, “How the fuck did you just do that?”

Daichi shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of experience. Oldest of 5 kids. Team captain. Cop.” You smiled and nodded, wiping the last of your tears away. He put a tentative hand on your shoulder. “You okay, (y/n)?”

“I think so,” you sniffed, wiping your freshest tear away with your shirt sleeve. “I’m so sorry to have troubled you, but you were the first person i thought of-”

Daichi shook his head and pulled you into his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you called me.”

Whether it was the catharsis from the highly charged situation or your need to feel Daichi close was irrelevant when you fastened yourself to him. Before you could think, your arms were around his waist and your head tucked against his chest.

“Thank you,” you said, your shaky voice muffled by the warmth and weight of Daichi’s arms wrapping tightly around you.

“If it happens again, call me again. If you need anything at all, call me,” he said, rubbing your back. This was the Daichi you’d known all along and fucking hell, you missed him.

You tightened your hold around his waist. You were so immensely relieved to hear him say that. Maybe he still wanted to be the one you called. Just maybe he wanted to be the one you needed.

“I will,” you said, nodding against his chest.

Before he left that night, he shook Subi's hand. “Take care of your mom.”

“Yes, sir.” Holy hell, there it was again. Daichi hadn’t even told him to call him sir. Leastways, not with words. How did he do that?

“Do I have your word?” Daichi asked, squeezing Subi’s hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I’ll stop by in a couple days to see how things are going," he looked at you, "...if that's okay."

Your son’s lips pursed as he fought back a smile as he watched you nod. “Okay.”

After Daichi left, Subi said, “You should find a guy like him, Mom.”

Your mouth dropped open, your heart skipping a million beats. Your son had no idea who Daichi was, what he did for a living, or the highly complicated nature of your relationship with him. Finally, you smiled and said, “Yeah? He’s a good guy, huh?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “He’s alright.”

Your son turned to you with his shoulders slumped and tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Your body shook with tears as you nodded against his shoulder. “I know, baby. I love you so much.”

Subi squeezed you tighter as he told you he loved you too.

ch. 10 ☆ ch. 12 (wip)

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 10) | ( ch. 9 ) ☆ ( ch. 11 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 4.1k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw (but suggestive). cop!daichi. lots of too much alcohol consumption. daichi being a drunk, belligerent asshole. vomiting (gratuitous, crack). ANGSTY AS FUCK (don't come for me). mutual pining. jealousy. cheating (mention). appearances: suga, asahi, kuroo, bokuto, yui.

Every now and then she goes off though Beating on his chest like a bongo He understands she’s coming from a hurt place Answers all the questions on her survey Doesn’t get jealous, doesn’t break trust Doesn’t call her ‘hoe’ after hang-ups Give her everything she ever wanted And even though she still feels haunted She’s falling in love now

Losin' Control - Russ

You pulled up to the bar on the square, luckily finding a parking spot right in front. Flipping your visor down and sliding the mirror cover over, you checked your hair and makeup. This was the most nervous you’d been about seeing Daichi since you met him.

You had reached out to him a couple of days after he left the other morning without saying goodbye. He was friendly, cordial. But other than asking about how the disciplinary hearing had gone at school and how things were going with Subi at home, he’d kept the conversation light and superficial, giving short answers to your questions about how things were going with him. For the first time since meeting him, the conversation had felt forced. You felt as though you were prying, like he didn’t have any interest in sharing details about his day or life with you anymore. Just as you were about to give up on the awkward exchange, however, he had told you that Suga and the guys were meeting up Friday night at the bar they frequented and asked if you’d like to join them. You had brightened up, figuring if Daichi really had no interest in you anymore he wouldn’t be asking you to hang out.

You touched up your lipgloss before closing it up and dropping it in your clutch. You looked stunning and the little black dress you wore gave you the extra boost in confidence you needed as you said to your reflection, “Knock ‘em dead, girl,” before sliding the mirror closed and flipping the visor up.

You drew a deep breath and exhaled as you pulled one of the heavy doors open, heart leaping in anticipation of seeing the man you’d been sleeping with for the past few weeks. You took a few steps inside, stopping to look around the dark, spacious room for a familiar face. After scanning the loud, crowded area you spotted Daichi standing at the bar looking good enough to eat. He wore a red button-up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his tan, muscular forearms. His hair was styled in the usual way - thick, dark brown spikes pushed back away from his forehead. The butterflies in your stomach did back flips when you saw the smile on his face - the kind that reached his eyes and made the bridge of his nose crinkle.

That was until you saw the dainty hand with pink fingernails come to rest on his bicep. Your heart turned to black ice as it plummeted to your toes when you realized his smile was for the woman standing in front of him: his ex-girlfriend, Yui.

She leaned into him as the two once-lovebirds shared a laugh. Your choked breath wrenched in your throat and stabbed at your lungs. Her hand stroked his arm before patting his chest - the same chest you’d fallen asleep on so many times while listening to his heartbeat. But she had been there first and for far longer.

You felt sick.

You wanted to run so far away, to be anywhere but here where you suddenly felt like an intruder. But your feet were frozen like cold and fated anchors to the beer-stained floor beneath you. You barely heard Suga’s voice over your pounding heart when he stood and cheerily called out for you. Hearing your name, Daichi’s smile was wiped clear off his handsome face when he finally looked beyond Yui’s shoulder and caught sight of you. From the guys’ table, Suga’s eyes followed your gaze across the room to find Daichi looking right back at you like a deer caught in headlights with his oblivious ex-girlfriend hanging onto him, resting the side of her head on his shoulder as she laughed.

“Shit,” Suga said under his breath. Asahi, Bokuto, and Kuroo all looked at him, none of them having any idea what was happening.

You and the cop both stood like that, staring at one another for what seemed like ages as the bar and everyone else in it fell away - another silent exchange that said it all. You took your first breath in several seconds, shallow and turbulent as your vision blurred with fat, burning tears.

Daichi’s eyes never left you when he set his drink down on the bar and walked away from Yui while she was mid-sentence. Unapologetically forcing his way between bodies, he took the straightest line towards you, snapping you out of your torturous trance. The closer he got, the harder it became to breathe. You had turned on your heels and were reaching for the double doors when you heard Daichi’s voice boom out your name, but you had to get out of there if you had any hope of breathing again.

Suga, having turned his attention back to you in time to see you pushing one of the doors open, quickly looked back to see Daichi halfway across the huge bar room. Ignoring the other guys’ concerned questions, the grey-haired male said, “I’ll be right back” before rushing in hot pursuit to make sure everything was okay.

You’d just made it to the driver’s side of your car, shaky hands fumbling with your keys when Daichi burst through the bar doors.

“Y/N! STOP!”

But you ignored him in favor of hitting the unlock button on your key fob and reaching for your car door. He repeated himself, more forcefully this time, using his cop voice out of habit as he closed the space between you. He reached for your arm, but you spun around and yanked it away as tears dripped from your once flawless face.

“No, you stop, Daichi! Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend! You invited me here to what? Watch you get back together with her? Just how cruel can you be?”

He watched the tears wobble in your eyes. “I’m not even here with her! She just happened to be standing at the bar when I went to get a drink and we started talking! I don’t want her, y/n, I want you!”

Just then, Suga made it to the door, barely cracking it open when he heard the two of you yelling at each other. He stopped and listened, but hung back enough that neither of you were aware of his presence. His heart pounded as his two closest friends laid into each other.

“Oh? Is that why you introduced me to her as your friend the other night? Then snuck out of my house the next morning without saying shit to me? Do you really expect me to believe that was pure coincidence?”

“Well, isn’t that what we are? Just friends?” Daichi retorted, getting right to the point.

“We’re a little more than just friends, Daichi,” you said with an incredulous laugh.

“Would you have liked it better if I introduced you as my fuck buddy, then?”

“You don’t have to be a smartass about it, Daichi!”

“And you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it, y/n!”

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

“Exactly! So why are you stirring the shitpot with me tonight? Even if I am fucking my ex - which I’m not! - what the fuck do you care? Hm? Maybe you do wanna be with me?!”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, feigning indifference. “Please. You’re not even my type.”

Without missing a beat, Daichi quipped back. “What, not toxic enough for ya?”

You whipped around to face him again, your eyebrows knitting. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I know I treat you right and respect your boundaries! I want to take care of you, but you only seem to be interested in emotionally unavailable asshats who want to take advantage of you!”

“How dare you-” you hissed through gritted teeth.

“What, tell you the truth? You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t know what your fucking game is? Once again, pushing me away, trying to sabotage everything between us? Why? Because that’s what’s familiar to you? Staying and being honest about how you feel makes you uncomfortable as fuck, doesn’t it?”

You cut him off, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”

“I think I’m the guy who can make you happy-”

“I’m already happy!” you snapped, eyebrows deeply knitted and your lips twisting in an effort to keep more tears from falling before sliding into the driver’s seat.

Daichi put his hands up in sarcastic surrender as he took a couple of steps back. “I rest my case,” he said calmly with a victorious smirk.

“Fuck you, Daichi!” You slammed the door, backed out, and peeled away from the bar.

Suga stepped outside as Daichi watched your tail lights disappear. He ran his fingers through his hair with a growl before yelling “FUCK!” out into the night.

“Hey, bro…” Suga said gingerly, testing the waters. “Are you gonna go after her?”

Daichi’s laugh sounded borderline maniacal as he turned and swatted his arm at the notion, batting it away. “No! She wants to be left alone, let her be alone! I’ve had enough of her sanctimonious shit for one night! I’m going to have a good time!” he said, marching indignantly back inside the bar.

Suga sighed before turning and following suit.

Less than a mile from the bar, you couldn’t see through the tears and had to pull over. Daichi had cut right to the core of your insecurities, pulled them out, and held them up to the painful light of scrutiny. He had exposed you. He had left your ego standing naked after stripping you bare of your bullshit. He had seen right through you all along and it left you feeling embarrassed, vulnerable, and ashamed.

You had stopped crying by the time you made it back home, but your embarrassment and shame had turned to anger and resentment. To say you were pissed off at Daichi was a worthy contender for the Understatement of the Year award.

“This guy! The fucking audacity!” you yelled to no one as you opened the front door. “He can kiss my ass! Make me happy…” You threw your coat to the foyer floor as you grumbled on, your self-righteous rant continuing as you stomped through the empty house. “I can make my damn self happy! I can take care of myself! I don’t need a man, especially not him! Stupid jerkwad of a cop!”

You yanked your phone out of your clutch and checked your phone to see that Suga had texted you. You cursed your disappointment at Daichi’s apparent lack of concern or effort to make sure you’d even made it home safely. Fuck him.

SugaPie: please let me know you made it home okay?

You: I’m home.

SugaPie: are you okay? you want me to come over?

You: I just wanna be alone right now.

SugaPie: okay, let me know if you change your mind. I’ve got my phone on vibrate.

You: k, thanks.

Back at the bar, Daichi had been throwing the drinks back with abandon. His frustration level had been rising for a couple of weeks, since the day after your stargazing…whatever the hell it was. He’d tried being patient, he’d tried bottling it up, he’d even taken a page from your book and tried putting cold distance between you. After your argument outside that night, his patience had reached a tipping point, and what better way to blow off steam than to get piss drunk and flirt with Yui. He wouldn’t normally reduce himself to such immature behavior but at his lowest, even the stable and responsible Daichi Sawamura had it in him to be a manipulative, petulant asshole.

Suga groaned as he watched Daichi regress 15 years and act a fool all night. He tried a couple of times to lure him away from Yui with excuses about why he needed to come hang out with his bros, but every time he’d get Daichi away from her it was only a matter of time before she came prancing back over to wherever he was.

Suga never really cared for her, to be honest. He was only one of a few people who knew that she had cheated on Daichi last year with his buddy from middle school. And he certainly didn’t want to see his best friend piss away whatever was left between the two of you by letting him do something stupid…like Yui, for example.

But Daichi became increasingly agitated and (accurately) accused Suga of cockblocking every time he tried to maneuver him away from his ex. Finally, Suga threw his hands in the air and settled for keeping an eye on his drunk friend from a distance. Having to be the adult supervision for Daichi was a rarity, but when it was necessary, everyone looked to the former vice captain. If he hadn’t already been at the bar tonight, the other guys would’ve called him. Suga’s the only one of them Daichi has never tried to fight when he’s been drunk and acting like a raging prick.

The more Daichi drank the louder he got. He was slurring his speech and had stumbled into another guy. From his perch at the table, Suga’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when the guy, probably equally as drunk, bowed up to Daichi and exchanged some heated words. Fortunately, it didn’t escalate beyond that since the other guy tucked tail and backed off when Daichi flashed his badge and told the guy to fuck off.

For the rest of the night, Suga strategically placed himself mere feet from Daichi wherever he went so that if something popped off, he’d be in the wings to help his buddy out. Even if said buddy was acting like a douchenozzle at the moment, he was still his best friend.

The bartenders shouted last call when Daichi and Yui made their way to the back door and out onto the bar’s patio. Sneaky Suga followed far enough behind that they were unaware of his presence. It wasn’t as crowded out there and after some more playful banter, Suga watched as Yui placed her hand on Daichi’s cheek and pulled him down for a kiss. Not only did Daichi not back away or try to stop her, he kissed her back. Hard. With a lot of tongue.

Suga decided it was time to step in when his bestie suddenly doubled over and puked his guts out, barely missing Yui’s face and hitting her shoes instead. She shrieked and backed away with something between disgust and shock all over her face.

“Jesus Christ! Okay loverboy, let’s get you home!” Suga said with a grimace as he patted Daichi’s back.

Daichi pushed Suga’s hand away and spit on the ground before looking at him with half-open, unfocused eyes. “Nah, fuck that! I’m goin’ home witfh Yui ‘n m’gonna fugck ‘er!”

Suga wanted to punch his friend in his stupid, inebriated face, but didn’t want to get any vomit on his hand so he kept his cool and said, “I think you just blew your chances of that all over her feet, Daichi.”

Daichi groaned.

“Dude, listen. I get that you’re pissed at y/n, but as your friend I’m advising you to keep your dick dry tonight or you’ll seriously regret it.” Suga glanced over at a still-surprised Yui, knowing she could hear him, but fuck it. She wasn’t very smart, but he knew she could do enough math in her head to understand that “y/n” was far more than a friend to Daichi. “Y/n is probably asleep in her bed right now and to be perfectly honest, bro, that’s where you should be too! Not here trying to get even with her by fucking your ex.”

“F’m gonna do th’time, migh’ as well do th’crime,” he slurred, weakly swatting at Suga with a hiccup.

“Then I’m making a citizen’s arrest,” Suga said, making Daichi laugh. “Come on, let’s go.”

Suga pulled his friend’s arm across his shoulders and his arm around his back, but Daichi’s hand went down hard on the patio table beside them as his laughter turned to anguish, Yui long forgotten. “‘M fallin for ‘er, Suga! ‘M fuggin fallin’n love with ‘er!” Daichi lamented, drunk crying with his arm covering his glassy, bloodshot eyes.

Asahi saw Suga stumbling inside with Daichi’s arm over his shoulder and rushed over with Kuroo to help get Daichi out to Asahi’s car. Suga squared up Daichi’s bill at the bar and walked out with Bokuto to join their friends.

Suga told Asahi, who had volunteered to be the designated driver, that he would stay at Daichi’s place to make sure he made it inside and to bed without passing out in a pool of his own sick. He could count on one hand how many times he’d had to do this for Daichi. It was a rare occurrence, but it certainly wasn’t the first time.

“You sure you can handle him by yourself, Suga?” Kuroo asked, offering to help.

“Fucgk allaya! Talkin’ bout me like ‘m not even here! I can fuggin walk ‘n don’ need yer help!” Daichi sputtered, nearly falling out of the back seat when he opened the car door in his driveway.

Suga got out and hurried to the other side to help his friend so he wouldn’t fall face first onto the concrete. By the time he got there though, Daichi was puking again. Bokuto, whose stomach flipped at the sound of it, jumped out of the car and started barfing as well. Asahi, who wasn’t even drunk, had been sympathy gagging and when Bo lost it, so did he.

Suga looked up to see three of his friends puking in Daichi’s front yard and driveway. “Oh my god, fuck all of you! You’re all a bunch of wimps!” Kuroo huffed and Suga clarified, “Except you, Tetsurou. You’re cool.”

Volunteering his aid with a laugh, Kuroo got out of the passenger side to help Suga walk the plastered police officer to his front door, giving the other two a chance to pull themselves together. Suga unhooked the carabiner of keys from Daichi’s belt loop and unlocked the door.

The former Nekoma captain helped Suga get Daichi to his bathroom before setting him down to lean against the wall next to his toilet in case he tossed his cookies again. Daichi tried to be belligerent a couple of times, but failed on account of being too sleepy to pose any real threat to anyone. They rid him of his shirt and pants and cleaned him up, making light of Daichi’s asinine protests.

They’d barely gotten him to his bed before he passed out. Suga thanked Kuroo and assured him he could take it from here. Once the rest of the guys had left, Suga grabbed a blanket and draped it over Daichi’s body before setting up camp on his couch for the night.

It was just after 10:30 on Saturday morning when Suga woke up on the couch with a dull headache and a growling stomach. He’d gotten rather tipsy last night as well, though nowhere near the level to which Daichi had. The school teacher got up and followed the faint groans of his former teammate as he made his way down the short hallway to his bedroom door.

Suga spoke softly, mindful of Daichi’s probable bitch of a hangover. “Hey man, gonna make some coffee if you want some…”

Still lying in bed with his head splitting, Daichi could only respond with a grunt as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Several minutes later, Suga heard his friend before he saw him. Daichi shuffled into the kitchen, moaning and wincing at the bright morning sunlight while covering his eyes. He plopped into a chair at his table and grumbled, “What th’fuck happened las’night?”

Though he wasn’t surprised that Daichi couldn’t remember, Suga frowned knowing he was going to be the one to fill him in on his shenanigans. He set a small glass of water and some pain reliever on the table next to Daichi, who popped them before chugging down the entire glass of water in three gulps.

“What do you remember?” Suga asked, wondering if downing that much water just yet was a good idea as he added it to the list of Daichi’s questionable decisions over the past 12 hours.

With his elbow resting on the table, Daichi propped his head in one hand while rubbing his face with the other. “Gettin’ in a fight with y/n…then goin’ back in th’bar…” He complained about feeling like shit before continuing. “...Yui was there…”

Suga glanced at him sideways as he poured him a fresh cup of black coffee.

“Fuck-” Daichi whispered, “I don’remmber anythin’ else…”

“Do you remember going out to the bar patio with Yui?”

Shielding his eyes from the daylight, Daichi furrowed his brow in concentration for a moment. “No?”

“You kissed her.”

“Who?”

“Yui.”

“Wha–?” Daichi looked over at Suga long enough to see him nod with a frown.

“Yeahhh…then you threw up on her.”

“You’re kiddin…”

Suga pursed his lips and shook his head slowly. “It was glorious.”

Daichi cringed, burying his face in both hands now. “Oh shit…”

“Then you said you were going to fuck her…”

Daichi didn’t move, his hands still covering his face.

“...in front of her.”

Daichi’s hand moved to cover his mouth as he rushed to the kitchen sink and hurled once again, cursing as he spit and gagged.

Suga shook his head and fetched the bottle of pain reliever. “At least you made it to a drain this time,” he mumbled, setting the pills and coffee on the table.

Daichi turned the faucet on and rinsed his mouth before grabbing a nearby dish towel and dragging himself back over to the table. Suga brought him more water just as he picked up the second round of headache medicine. “Don’t chug it this time.”

Daichi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after swallowing the replacement pills. “I gotta ‘pologize to ‘er…” he grumbled remorsefully.

“Y/n kinda owes you an apology too.”

“M’not talkin bout y/n. Talkin bout Yui.”

Suga closed the refrigerator door and twisted his torso to look at his friend. “Yui?”

“Yeah. For actin like a douche-”

“What about y/n?”

“Whatabout ‘er?”

Suga tipped his hand back. “So that’s it? You’re just done with her?” he asked in an unconvinced tone.

“Yeah,” Daichi replied defensively. “What else s’there t’do, Suga? The fuck can I do? I can’t…’ve done all I can! Th’ball’s in her fuckin court! If she doesn’t wanna be with me, m’not gonna force it! But m’not gonna let her hold th’fact that we’re not together o’er my damn head either! Like it’s my fuckin fault! F’I had my way, we would be together! She…” He growled. “Fuck her for pushin’ me away n’ then bein mad at me for gettin’ on with m’life!”

“Big words for someone who’s falling in love with her…” Suga mumbled.

“Who said I’m fallin in love with ‘er?”

“You did, dumbass! Last night while you were three sheets to the wind!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh’ is right,” Suga mocked. “Or was that just the booze talking?”

“No,” Daichi admitted, shaking his head in his hand. “I am fallin for ‘er, Suga, and tha’s egxactly why I need ta put the brakes on everythin. I’m in too deep and m’fuckin heart is breakin,” he said with a voice crack and a sniffle.

Suga’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He loved the idea of you and Daichi. The poignancy of the dynamic between you was the stuff of fairy tales and sappy romcoms.

The cop and the survivor.

The survivor who used to dream of being with a man who would take care of her, and finally meeting him only after she herself had long been independent and self-sufficient. The one who equated cops with danger and mistrust ultimately finding solace and safety in one.

Suga knew you would be perfect for Daichi too if you could get past your fears of intimacy and abandonment. More than anything he wished he could snap his fingers and make you both see in each other what was so clear and obvious to him.

He knew he wasn’t wrong. He knew that you and Daichi could finally find what you both deserved in each other. Perhaps this was just part of the process and pain of growing together rather than apart.

Even if the two of you had lost hope, Suga had not.

ch. 9 ☆ ch. 11 (wip)

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