Suga's POV:
After meeting Daichi, I felt different; my heart felt lighter, my face felt warmer and most of all, my thinking was thrown off. During rehearsal, I was messing up the keys in the piano and screwing up when it came to speaking. By the end of practice I was rushing to get out of this school, I left so fast.
As I walked home I could picture him, his honey like eyes, gorgeous hair, beautiful muscular build; he was perfect. That moment when he first looked at me it felt like my heart had been switched on for the first time. I have never had much experience with love or relationships, except for maybe the few girls that chased me around back in elementary school but that doesn't really count.
This felt so real, I had only just met him and I was already head over heels for him. And when he complimented me that was like the cherry on top, that's when I realized I needed him in my life. I wondered if he felt the same way. Probably not, he is way out of my league. I never thought I'd fall for someone so quickly, I was hoping this is what love felt like because I loved this feeling.
I walked into my house and brought my things upstairs to my room. I sat down on my bed and sighed as I smiled to myself. It wasn't long before my mom walked in and smiled.
"How was rehearsal?" She asked.
"It was good." I smiled.
I felt like I couldn't stop smiling now.
"Supper will be ready soon." She sighed before leaving my room.
I stood up but fell back onto the bed once reality finally kicked in, I'm not allowed to like Daichi like that. Growing up as an only child and being a boy was a big deal for my dad, he wanted me to be just like him. Even convincing him to let me join the school band instead of sports was a big deal. Of course he forced me to join soccer when I was younger but I hated it and swore to myself that I would never join sports again.
It really sucked and I felt like I was trapped from expressing myself or even sharing what I love with my family. My mom totally supports me and I'm sure if I ever did start dating Daichi she'd be happy for me, but my dad is a totally different story. He also grew up in a brutal house where things such as homosexuality were frowned upon, so of course he brings that same attitude into this house.
I need to take a step back, first of all I barely even know Daichi and also, he probably doesn't like me. It would make sense, I'm scrawny, not athletic, I'm a hot mess; how could a guy like him ever love someone like me?
My phone buzzed and I slowly sat up and fetched it from my bag; it was Daichi. He had messaged me on Instagram.
His message read, "hey, I never got your number and I wanted to make sure we talked again so I did a little searching. I can give you my number so we can talk on texts and over calls"
My heart melted, he wanted to make sure we talked again and he also had given me his number.
"Thanks." I kicked my feet as I quickly typed his number into my phone. We started texting and things were going really well until,
"Koushi, dinner!" I sighed and slowly typed in my last message. "I have to go, I'll talk to you later." I sent it and placed my phone down on my desk.
I made my way downstairs where my parents both sat at the table waiting for me. While my parents talked about work, I sat there quietly.
Being around my dad worried me, I was a completely different person when I was around him; someone that I hated being. I don't think my dad has ever liked me, but I still just want him to accept me. I hated feeling like I couldn't be myself because I would get criticized; it shouldn't hurt me this bad. I try to act like I'm strong but inside there's a storm brewing up that's causing so many problems.
"So how was school today Koushi?" My dad asked.
"It was good, same as always." I shrugged.
And that was it, that's all it is and that is all it will ever be; small awkward comments.