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likealarkDaichi/Suga
Suga's quiet, especially compared to the other people Daichi spends his time with. He's used to Suga as a supporting presence at his right shoulder, someone who raises his voice only when he has something important to say.
But there are other kinds of silences that Suga will slip into, and Daichi knows the meaning of each one. Like when Suga laughs so hard that his voice runs out, the only sound his quiet whuffs of air as he leans against Daichi for support, his arms squeezed bracingly around his ribs. Daichi tucks an arm around him then and draws him closer, as if he could keep Suga's joy all for himself. He presses a soft grin into Suga's hair and feels how he trembles, helpless with happiness.
When Suga sleeps it's a different kind of silence—less a quietness and more of an absence of sound. Sometimes the only warning is the sudden weight of Suga's head drifting to rest against his shoulder. Sometimes it's the soft sigh of his lengthening breaths over the phone late at night. No matter what shape it takes, Daichi always settles into it, drawing a blanket over Suga's back or shifting so that Suga rests more easily against him, or letting the minutes tick by on the phone call as watches the moon rise outside his window. Those times make Daichi feel at ease, like a piece slotted into its proper place.
Other times, Suga is a silent island in a sea of noise and people. Daichi watches his brow crumple, his mouth press thin with tension, and even though he says nothing Daichi hears the racing of his thoughts as if he's shouting them. At those times Daichi will call out to fill the silence; "Don't mind," "Don't think too much." When Suga looks up, it sometimes takes a moment of blinking before he processes Daichi's words. But when he does, his face breaks into a smile, and true quiet settles over his features like sunshine.
Daichi loves Suga the most when he's unguarded, unselfconscious. In those moments there are gestures, expressions, that he only lets Daichi see. Daichi gathers up those silent moments like treasures, keeping them only for himself.
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Suga's quiet, especially compared to the other people Daichi spends his time with. He's used to Suga as a supporting presence at his right shoulder, someone who raises his voice only when he has something important to say.
But there are other kinds of silences that Suga will slip into, and Daichi knows the meaning of each one. Like when Suga laughs so hard that his voice runs out, the only sound his quiet whuffs of air as he leans against Daichi for support, his arms squeezed bracingly around his ribs. Daichi tucks an arm around him then and draws him closer, as if he could keep Suga's joy all for himself. He presses a soft grin into Suga's hair and feels how he trembles, helpless with happiness.
When Suga sleeps it's a different kind of silence—less a quietness and more of an absence of sound. Sometimes the only warning is the sudden weight of Suga's head drifting to rest against his shoulder. Sometimes it's the soft sigh of his lengthening breaths over the phone late at night. No matter what shape it takes, Daichi always settles into it, drawing a blanket over Suga's back or shifting so that Suga rests more easily against him, or letting the minutes tick by on the phone call as watches the moon rise outside his window. Those times make Daichi feel at ease, like a piece slotted into its proper place.
Other times, Suga is a silent island in a sea of noise and people. Daichi watches his brow crumple, his mouth press thin with tension, and even though he says nothing Daichi hears the racing of his thoughts as if he's shouting them. At those times Daichi will call out to fill the silence; "Don't mind," "Don't think too much." When Suga looks up, it sometimes takes a moment of blinking before he processes Daichi's words. But when he does, his face breaks into a smile, and true quiet settles over his features like sunshine.
Daichi loves Suga the most when he's unguarded, unselfconscious. In those moments there are gestures, expressions, that he only lets Daichi see. Daichi gathers up those silent moments like treasures, keeping them only for himself.
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