"Ok, but do you have to be like that all the time? And in front of my salad?"

Kuroo's voice whined from the corner of the room where he sat in the last remaining chair, crunching his offended looking bowl of food with disdain.

He was glaring, somewhat too seriously for Daichi's liking, at Daichi and Jun. They were stretched out on the dorm room sofa, minding their own business while watching reruns of an old anime. Daichi had been quietly explaining the plot of the episode to Jun when he stopped mid-sentence to address his roommate.

"And what exactly is your problem, chicken head?" He kept his tone light, with only the smallest hint of iciness indicating how annoyed he actually was. "Are we bothering your lunchtime?"

"My problem is this," Kuroo waved a hand through the air, gesturing to his roommate and spraying bits of lettuce on the floor, "This goddam cuteness. You two are always so touchy-feely and snuggling, in the common area of the dorm. It's making it uncomfortable for the rest of us." He tried to emphasize his words dramatically, but when both he and Daichi turned to look at their roommates, it was clear how far his argument fell short. Suga and Machi were huddled under a blanket on the loveseat, actively engrossed in the anime and oblivious to their surroundings. Kenma was almost nose to screen with his Nintendo Switch, headphones comfortably blocking out all distractions. While Asahi sat content on the floor, stretching his long legs and looking politely confused at Kuroo.

"I think it's cute." He smiled shyly. "They aren't bothering me at all."

Daichi gave Kuroo a look of smug satisfaction and rested his hand more ostentatiously on Jun's thigh. "Looks like you're the only one with a problem, though I never hear you complaining when it's you and your girlfriend sucking face on this same couch."

That seemed to shut Kuroo up. Ears slightly red he dropped his head back down and went back to eating, but not before sharing one last look with Daichi. The unspoken words between them made Daichi's jaw clench.

Like his other roommates, Kuroo had grown fed up with Daichi's continued demand for secrecy. Though Kuroo's frustration at the situation seemed to do less with his concern for Jun and more about his desire to gloat. He had won the bet after all and was pissed he couldn't even flaunt it.

Sensing a growing unease in him, Jun tried turning in her spot nestled against Daichi, her brow knitted in concern. "I don't wanna cause an argument between you guys." She whispered anxiously, "Maybe we should sit up and make room for Asahi to sit with us."

"Asahi likes the floor, he says it's better for his back." Daichi whispered gruffly back, though he softened considerably when he noticed Jun's worry still spiking. "Don't sweat it, Wallflower, Kuroo is just jealous that he can't have a girlfriend this adorable; it'll pass."

Jun still looked a little concerned, but she returned her attention back to the television and wiggled closer to Daichi. Daichi smirked.

The next episode began and Daichi picked up his play-by-play commentary for Jun once again, though a bit more absentmindedly than before. Kuroo's subtle reminder had hit home; Daichi had still failed to say anything to Jun about the bet. And it wasn't like he hadn't had the opportunity either, but every time the moment felt right he found his throat would close up and he couldn't speak.

It had to be soon though. Really soon. And not just because idiots like Kuroo were losing patience.

Jun laughed softly at something on the show and Daichi felt his heart squeeze. Kissing her temple, he promised himself he'd tell her next week. It would be the final deadline he'd give himself. He had to do this. For her. He had to fess up for her and hope she didn't kick him to the curb.

"God, come onnn." Kuroo groaned. "Can't you get a room or something?"

***

"So then, things are going well?"

Taisei sipped noisily at his iced coffee, watching Jun across the table through blue tinted sunglasses. He had arrived at her dorm room fashionably late for their coffee date, only to find his sister had been so absent minded she had completely forgotten he was visiting. Big brother mode had activated and Taisei barely gave her any time to prepare before he was dragging her out the door for some much needed sibling time.

Jun took another slow bite of her bagel, avoiding eye contact with her nosey big brother. "Yeah, things are good."

And they were. Her and Daichi were great. She knew they were definitely still in that "honeymoon" phase as her brother liked to call it, where everything was sweet and arguments were nonexistent. But Jun was happy, so she didn't mind too much. And part of her knew things would still be great even after the honeymoon came to an end.

And yet.

And yet she still hadn't told Daichi the truth.

Weeks had passed in which Jun could have told him, could have confessed about the typewriter. And yet she couldn't bring herself to find the right words. Part of her had hoped Daichi would have figured it out by now; she was leaving messages on the typewriter still, sometimes purposefully using lines of text from books they had recently discussed in hopes he would catch on. But if he had, he'd never said anything and Jun found herself unable to try anything else.

Now it had been weeks of holding in this secret, and Jun was starting to think they were on to her. Not Daichi, he still remained blissfully happy and unaware, but Jun caught his roommates stealing quick glances at her more and more. Suga was the worst. Any time they were altogether, he would give her this side-eyed look. It only ever lasted a few seconds and then he would turn back to whatever conversation was being had. But those few seconds were enough for Jun to see the glint in his gray eyes, almost as if he were expecting something. It made her stomach flip.

Of all of Daichi's friends, Suga was the most observant and it wouldn't surprise her if he already knew about the typewriter. There were times Jun was afraid he'd say something just to force a confession from her. It hadn't happened yet, but she could feel the possibility growing like ivy choking a tree every time she caught his glance.

"Right, right. So this weird silence is just a sign that everything is fine?" Her brother's voice didn't sound convinced, nor did it help when Jun dropped the piece of bagel she had been about to take a bite from.

"Really, it's fine." Jun tried to reassure him, but Taisei dropped his head a bit to stare at her over his sunglasses, waiting for her to continue.

"It's just—"

"I knew it. What did he do? Do I need to find my old baseball bat?"

"No!" Jun said frantically. "It's nothing like that!" She wasn't sure if she was happy her brother was so quick to defend her, or worried that he jumped to that conclusion right away. "I just— haven't told him yet. Ya know, about the typewriter thing."

Taisei pursed his lips thoughtfully. The slight color rising on his sister's face made him think she was telling the truth, but he still couldn't see how that would be such a problem. "Ok, so what?" He shrugged and went back to sipping his coffee. "That's not a huge deal, really."

"I know." Jun's appetite had disappeared and she just picked apart the bagel on her plate instead. "But it feels like I'm keeping this secret from him that shouldn't be a secret, and I'm pretty sure his friends are suspicious now too. And I'm just worried if I don't say something soon he'll—"

She didn't even want to finish that thought. Daichi wasn't the kind of person to leave as soon as something bad happened, he had shown that multiple times over already. But there was still that nagging voice in the back of Jun's mind that whispered this might be the one thing he couldn't forgive.

Jun didn't have to keep talking for Taisei to figure it out. "Don't sweat it too much Jun-bug." He gave her an encouraging wink, "I bet there are things he hasn't told you too. And honestly, I can't imagine him getting upset over something like this. Not when I know you both love it so much." A smile crept at the corners of her mouth and he knew she was thinking back over all the conversations she and Daichi had had through their typewriter. It made him grin too. "Tell him when you feel it's right, and until then, remember to not be so hard on yourself."

Jun's shoulders visibly dropped as she relaxed and nodded happily. "Ok, thanks Taisei."

"So besides thinking you're harboring this great terrible secret from your boyfriend, things really are ok?" His big brother voice of concern was back, and Jun knew she couldn't get away from it.

"Yes, everything is fine, Mr. Worry-wart." Jun teased, giggling when he stuck his tongue out at her. "Daichi is really sweet, and I'm...really happy." She paused as if to make sure her words were true as she spoke them, the sudden rush of warmth spreading throughout her body the confirmation she needed.

Taisei sat back in his chair, finally at ease. He would never admit it, but he had had his doubts about the punk kid at first, but he never had a problem with being proven wrong. "But if that changes, you let me know and I'll practice my swing from the good ol days."

Jun groaned. "God, you're just as bad as Dad."

***

The duffle bag plopped down in front of Jun seemingly out of nowhere. She looked at it quizzically for a second before turning over her shoulder. Daichi stood there grinning.

"What's this?"

"Jun, babe, it's a suitcase. I thought for sure you would know that."

"Yes I can see that." Jun scowled playfully. "But what is it for?" She poked at the bag; it looked small. Definitely not enough room for clothes as well as books.

Daichi chuckled, taking a seat next to her on her sofa. "It's for this weekend."

"This weekend?"

"Yup."

"You're being annoyingly vague, you know that?"

"Obviously."

Pouting, Jun slowly closed her book and turned to face Daichi on the sofa. "So are you going to tell me, or keep playing this game?"

Daichi smirked; he was having too much fun. He picked up the bag off the floor and held it out to her. "How about I tell you on the way?"

An hour later Jun sat on the back of Daichi's motorcycle, clutching tightly to his torso while silently cursing him.

He'd helped her pack, dumping his own clothes into the duffle as well, all the while dodging her questions about where they were going and promising he'd explain on the road. But when that moment finally arrived and Jun was pulling on her helmet like normal, she finally realized the impracticality of talking to each other on a motorcycle. Daichi must have seen her realization too. He'd grinned wolfishly and throttled the engine. It had snarled loudly, making two freshman who had approached it curiously jump back.

Jun had tried of course; she'd done her best to yell over the noise of the engine and the wind roaring in their ears. She had felt Daichi's muffled laugh as he just pushed the bike faster. Eventually she gave up trying and instead turned her attention to the scenery.

They had left the city behind and were winding their way along steep curving roads. Every once in a while Daichi would take a turn at top speed, leaning the bike dangerously low to the pavement and Jun would cling to him so tightly it hurt. Once safely around the bend Jun would give his arm a gentle slap and his chest would rumble with laughter.

By the time the sun was beginning to set, Jun was starting to get an idea of where they were going. This suspicion was confirmed when Daichi pulled the bike up to a small house and she felt her body go numb. Daichi was completely at ease; swinging a leg over the bike and reaching to help Jun stumble off it. Hand in hand they stood outside as Jun took it in. The house itself was simple. Plain, cream colored siding that barely distinguished it from any other, with the occasional potted plant that looked like it needed water sitting out front. The nameplate over the door made her heart skip a beat: Sawamura.

Readjusting the bag over his shoulder, Daichi gave her hand an extra squeeze. When she didn't respond right away he started to worry if keeping their destination a secret had been a good idea after all.

"They're going to love you." He whispered encouragingly, trying and failing to catch her eye. She was too busy remembering how to breathe.

On the other side of that door was his family. She had heard all about them, Daichi always liked bragging about his sisters. And she knew this moment would arrive eventually. But the idea of it happening now, so much sooner than anticipated, made her wonder if she was ready. If she would be good enough in the eyes of the people Daichi cared about the most.

Eventually, slowly, Jun took the first step forward. Whether she thought she was ready or not didn't change the fact they were here. She summoned as much courage as she could muster, leaning slightly into Daichi's side for extra support as he reached for his keys to unlock the door. He must have sensed what she was doing, because when the door swung open and they stepped inside, he didn't automatically announce their arrival but let Jun absorb everything in silence.

The entryway was impeccably clean, as if every surface had been scrubbed that same day. Jun let her eyes wander over it all as she absentmindedly replaced her shoes with one of the two sets of slippers waiting for them. There was a hallway to the left that clearly lead to a family room. Photos lined it's walls showing Daichi and his sisters at various ages all smiling happily. Peering into the room she recognized many of the same traditional elements she grew up with in her own parent's house, and yet somehow in this setting everything felt more welcoming. The kotatsu in the center of the room had some fraying edges that spoke of its age, and the bookshelves near the windows looked like they could collapse any moment from the weight they bore. But the room smelled like citrus and cinnamon and there was a certain lived-in coziness that made Jun's shoulders relax.

Turning back to Daichi who was still sitting in the entryway untying the laces of his combat boots, she caught him watching her from the corner of his eye. He didn't want to admit the brief moment of embarrassment he felt seeing Jun explore his childhood home, knowing how different it must be to what she was used to. But the way she immediately relaxed as she took it all in made him want to take her in his arms and hold her close. She was here, in the home he loved, and she clearly saw it's beauty too.

"You must be Jun." A quiet voice spoke from behind Daichi and both he and Jun turned. A woman stood leaning against the archway, wiping her hands on the polka dot apron around her waist. She had the same dark hair and chocolate eyes as her son, whom she was ignoring completely as she focused her gentle gaze on Jun. "We have heard so much about you honey, welcome to our home."

Daichi opened his mouth as if you say something, but his mother breezed past him to clasp Jun's hands in her own. "Please call me Arisa, we aren't formal here. And I hope you'll forgive the state of the house, my son didn't give us much notice you'd be visiting." Arisa shot Daichi such a scolding look that he visibly paled and made Jun instantly like her.

Manners getting the better of her Jun still offered Arisa a slight bow, but smiled widely as she met the woman's gaze. "I can assure you it's not a problem. I am honored to be here, even though Daichi didn't give me much warning either."

"So what's cooking, mom?" Daichi interrupted, leading Jun into the kitchen. He wasn't sure if he liked how quickly the two seemed ready to gang up on him. "Something smells great and I'm starving."

He was right. Something did smell good, like cinnamon and cloves. She let Daichi nudge her into the room, but not before catching the amused look on his mother's face from over his shoulder. Standing in the center of the tiled kitchen, she turned on the spot to try and absorb as much as she could.

Warm, buttery light filled the small kitchen casting a comforting glow that drew her in like a moth. The space was welcoming and warm. Small potted plants decorated the wooden table and hung from spaces above the cabinets. Colored pages of children's artwork were taped to the walls and refrigerator with an obvious sense of pride.

And every available surface appeared to be covered in flour. The two small sets of hands attempting to clean it up only seemed to be making it worse.

"It looks like a flour bomb went off in here! What did you two do?" Jun had never seen the smile that was on Daichi's face before. His entire being seemed to be glowing brighter, happier, than he'd ever been as he playfully teased his sisters.

"Daichi!" They sang in unison, dropping their towels and running to him. Not even caring that they were both covered in more flour and dough than the counters, Daichi opened his arms wide and hugged both girls tightly.

"Suzu wanted to make this American dessert we saw on tv!" One of them started, sticking her tongue out at her identical twin. "But the pie crust didn't work out so mom said we could just make baked apples."

"Heyyy," Suzu whined, "it's not my fault! They made it look so easy!"

"I told you rice flour wouldn't work the same."

"No you didn't!"

"Yes I did."

"N-"

"I'm sure whatever you made will be great." Daichi cut them off, knowing how long the twins could argue. Still holding onto each like luggage, he spun them around to face Jun. "Alright you troublemakers, this is Jun. I need you to be extra specially nice to her, ok?" Still grinning, he nodded to the one on his right, "This ankle biter is Suzumai, and that other one is Saki. Do not let them team up on you because they will win."

Suzu wiggled free of Daichi's grip and had thrown her arms around Jun's waist before the latter could say anything. Leaning her chin against Jun, she stared up at the older girl with curious, round eyes.

"You're really pretty, are you my brother's girlfriend?"

Jun could feel her heart softening already. "I am. He's told me a lot about you and your sister."

"Then you're staying here tonight! And can stay in our room!" Suzu started bouncing excitedly, Saki quickly following suit until nothing else could be heard over the girl's joyous babbling. Both girls were holding on to Jun now, their tiny hands gripping tightly to her, but Jun didn't mind. Their energy was infectious and reminded her so much of her own little sister that she found herself wanting to hug them both tight and never let go.

"Alright girls, that's enough." Arisa's Mom Voice was gentle but stern, "Time to get cleaned up and ready for bed. And no whining!" She added, seeing the identical looks her girls gave her.

With only the smallest of grumblings, Suzu and Saki followed their mother from the kitchen, Saki looking back to wave to Jun.

"Sorry about them, they can be a bit much." Daichi picked up one of the towels the girls and dropped and began scooping globs of flour into it.

"They're wonderful." Jun picked up the second towel and began scrubbing the counter next to him. She bumped her hip against his playfully. "Your whole family is."

Pride swelled in his chest and Daichi grinned. He hip checked her back, "They like you already too. Though that's not surprising."

"They might like me more than you." Jun teased, moving to scrub part of the wall.

"Impossible. But you are a very close second."

"I don't know, you didn't get a sleepover invite." Jun added, making Daichi laugh.

"They really will try and get you to have a sleepover with them." He flicked his towel at Jun, catching her arm and leaving bits of flour behind. "But I promise I won't let them bully you into it."

She gave Daichi a playful smirk as she batted his attacks away. "And what if I want to have a sleepover with them?" She could already picture what it would be like. The two little girls showing off their pink and purple room, all three giggling incessantly through the night. Jun could already feel herself smiling at the possibility.

Two strong arms appeared next to Jun, pinning her in her place next to the counter. Her breath hitched at Daichi's rough growl close to her ear. "The only bedroom you'll be seeing is mine."

Jun shivered at his suddenly serious tone, her body instinctively moving to press against him. He placed his arm to her waist, holding her tightly to him and relishing how perfectly she seemed to fit there. "Will that be a problem, Wallflower?" He whispered, his mouth close enough to her ear that his teeth grazed her earlobe. Electricity coursed through him at her gasp of approval. He pulled her tighter against him, all other thoughts of cleaning or where they were disappearing. There was only Jun and the way she felt against him.

Jun's whole body felt like it was on fire. She had dropped the towel she was holding and turned in Daichi's arms so they were facing each other. There was a burning intensity in his chocolate brown eyes that Jun knew was mirrored in her own. She needed him this close, to feel their bodies melding into each other, to hear her name on his lips as he pressed her against the counter.

"The shower is down the hall and I've put out some towels for you to use." Daichi's body went rigid at the voice in the hallway. Arisa had been smart and started talking before she was even close to the kitchen, giving her son and Jun the time they needed to snap back to the reality of the still messy kitchen. By the time she appeared in the doorway, her son was busy running warm water in the sink and Jun was shaking her towel over the trash can. The pink blotches on both of their faces unmistakable.

"I've also put some sheets on the couch." Arisa said clearly. "I apologize that we don't have a guest room for you, but I've fallen asleep many times on the couch so it is very comfortable."

"I'll take the couch, mom." Daichi's voice was surprisingly even. "Jun can have my room all to herself." He added, shooting a wink to Jun when Arisa wasn't looking.

"I expect nothing else." Arisa appraised her son with suspicious eyes before ushering Jun away from the counter she had turned back towards. "Don't you worry about the cleanup, dear. You are our guest. Come on, I'll show you where everything is."

Embarrassment rushing in like a tidal wave, Jun tried to hide her blush as much as she could as she let Daichi's mom lead her down the hallway and away from her son. Thankfully, Arisa seemed content to ignore it, and focused instead on giving Jun a tour of the rest of the house, stopping outside the washroom and offering only a gentle pat on the shoulder before turning back to the kitchen. With relief, Jun retreated to the safety of a long, warm shower.

For the next hour, Daichi scrubbed every surface of the kitchen until it was spotless, the whole time tuning out the lecture from his mother about responsibility and relationships. When a still red-faced Jun re-entered the kitchen adorned in one of his old T-shirts, it took everything in his willpower to remember they weren't alone.

"Your turn, Daichi. Go on." Arisa ordered her son. Daichi jumped, having definitely forgotten she was there, and walked as quickly as he could out of the room. Arisa found herself holding back her snort of laughter at the expression on his face just long enough for him to snap the washroom door shut.

"What's so funny?" Jun asked politely, still standing awkwardly against a wall. She had felt her heart rate quicken even for those few seconds she had been back in the same room as him.

Arisa chuckled again, but pulled out two chairs from the table and patted one invitingly. "Young love is always so sweet to watch unfold."

"Oh?" Jun took her seat tentatively. She wasn't sure what to say. Her and Daichi hadn't been dating for very long by most standards, at least not long enough to speak of love. And yet.

It had been blossoming in her heart for much too long anyway to call it anything else. There was no other way to describe it, how he made her feel. How her heart would race anytime he looked at her, or how she would always feel safest when wrapped in his arms.

Something must have shown on her face because she felt Arisa's hands cup her own and she was speaking in a tight voice that was clearly holding back tears "I knew it. You really do love him, don't you?"

"Please don't tell him. Not yet anyway." But Jun was smiling like an idiot and couldn't stop. "It's still so soon, I don't want to make him think he has to feel the same."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, sweetie. He's already smitten." Arisa gave Jun a knowing smile and rose from the table to leave, pausing in the doorway to look back at her puzzled expression.

"You're the only girl he's ever brought home to meet us. That's how I know."

Hours later, as Jun tossed and turned in bed, trying to come to terms with what Arisa said, she found herself instantly calming at the sound of the mattress creaking under the new weight it bore. Daichi didn't say a thing as he pulled the quilt over them both and nestled in to her, but it was then that Jun knew.

This is what love felt like.

While the weekend together was short, it was clear Jun fit into the Sawamura family like she had been there all along. Almost as soon as they were awake the next morning, Saki and Suzu had whisked Jun away to show off their toys. Jun seemed overjoyed by the attention and they spent so long playing that Daichi had to come remind them Jun was his girlfriend and was there to spend time with him. But his protests seemed to make no impact whatsoever and rather than fight, he joined them for the afternoon tea party, making all three girls squeal in delight.

Arisa also seemed eager to spend as much time as possible with Jun. Whereas Jun might have thought the mother of three would want to enjoy some time alone with her children, every time there was an opportunity Arisa would insist that Jun join them. Even for the smallest of outings, like picking out ingredients for that evening's dinner, Arisa would pull kindly at Jun's hand as she lead the twins down the road. Then the questions would start, ranging from the most basic and innocent to those bordering on overwhelming, and while Jun was happy for the affection, she was also immeasurably grateful when Daichi cut them off with a simple look and raise of his eyebrows. Eventually, Arisa took the hint and allowed the two to walk back alone while she and the twins ran ahead to prepare the meal.

Then, later in the evening, when the girls had finally gone to bed and Arisa was pretending to be busy in the kitchen, Daichi would lead Jun out to the back of the house and they would sit, Jun nestled in front of him and Daichi casually laying his arms around her shoulders as they watched the sun set and the stars begin to appear. Their conversation started out relaxed and content, but eventually faded as more stars blinked into existence and their focused shifted. And then, when the cold was finally too much for either one, they'd make their way back inside to be enveloped in the warmth of each other's arms.

***

"Now remember, you both are welcome here anytime. The girls and I would love it." The warm gaze Arisa gave to Jun instantly sharpened as she turned to her son, "But I expect more than a few hours warning next time."

Pretending to take longer lacing his shoes, Daichi kept his head down as he answered. "Oh, would you look at the time. We gotta go if we're going to get back to campus on time."

"Don't try and deflect, I know you don't wear a watch, boy."

"Sorry mom, can't hear you, already out the door." Daichi shooed an apologetic Jun outside before she or his mom could say anything else, leaving Arisa to yell half-heartedly from the porch. But as they were driving away, both Jun and Daichi turned to give one final wave, and Arisa couldn't contain her grin. Her boy was finally happy.

Another couple hours of hairpin turns and muffled curses from Jun at Daichi's expense, the two arrived back to the bustling campus. Jun was missing the Sawaruras almost as soon as Daichi cut the engine and was removing his helmet. The somber expression shadowed across his face told Jun he was feeling the same. But it was gone almost as soon as it appeared and then he was hauling their bag in one hand and reaching for hers with the other.

They both were quiet for a while, neither one moving to unpack from where Daichi threw the bag on the floor of his dorm room. His suite mates were uncharacteristically all away and the two took advantage of the alone time. Jun was first to plop down onto the couch with a contented sigh, followed almost immediately by Daichi, who kicked off his shoes and propped his feet on the coffee table in one swift motion. They sat together, Jun casually running a hand through Daichi's hair, and Daichi silently savoring her gentle touch as his head slowly slid from her shoulder to her lap.

"Daichi?"

"Hmm?" He had almost dozed off, but he turned his head to look up at Jun. She was still running a hand along his hair, though it had slowed and there was an unreadable look in her eyes.

"This was a really nice weekend. Thank you for inviting me to meet your family."

Daichi relaxed a little back into her lap. He thought for sure something had been wrong. "It was not big deal, Wallflower. Thought it was kinda great, right? I can't decide which of my sisters liked you more."

Jun shifted her legs gently, forcing Daichi to sit up. "But that's not true." She was staring at him with a firmness that said she wasn't about to drop the subject. "It was a big deal."

Daichi raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool all while feeling like his heart would beat out of his chest. He hadn't wanted to let on how much this weekend had meant to him; how worried he'd been thinking she'd get overwhelmed with meeting his family so soon. Or how much joy it brought him to have watched how well she seemed to blend right in.

Softly, Jun reached out to rest her hands on top of his where they were starting to ball into tight fists. Instantly they relaxed and she wove them together. "Your mom told me you've never done that before. You've never introduced anyone to them, so I know how much it must have meant to you to be home this weekend."

"Dammit mother." Daichi swore, though it was mostly lighthearted. "Can always count on her to spill the beans." He traced a thumb over the back of her hand absentmindedly. "Didn't want you to freak out knowing how much I was looking forward to it Babe, but I'm really glad you had such a good time."

"It wouldn't have freaked me out."

"Jun, seriously?"

"Ok, maybe it would have." Jun flushed red while Daichi barked a laugh. He threw an arm over her shoulder, inviting her in to snuggle close. She gladly took it, laying her head comfortably against his chest and listening as his rapid heartbeat slowly went back to normal.

"I really did have the best time." She looked up at him through her eyelashes, already finding his gaze looking back at her.

"Good. Cuz I did too." His returning smile was one she'd grown so accustomed to seeing on him, lighting up his whole face with a soft glow of happiness.

"Daichi?"

"Wallflower?"

"I love you."

Daichi's hand froze where it was circling her shoulder. She was watching him intently, not a hint of anxiety in sight.

"You what?" He winced when his voice cracked.

"I love you, you goofball." Jun's smile dimmed a bit, the smallest hint of doubt entering her mind. She was so sure, but what if he didn't feel the same?

"God, I love you too." The words fell out of his mouth so quickly in his haste to say them, they were almost unintelligible. But Jun was already grinning like she understood anyway. Daichi's heart was racing again, but this time in excitement. He had said those words before, in past relationships, but they had always been an obligatory phrase and never one he'd genuinely meant. Holding Jun next to him, and seeing the love she felt so clearly in her eyes, he'd never been so sure about anything in his entire life. "I love you so fucking much my Wallflower."

Jun gave a watery laugh, hearing those words reciprocated opening the floodgates she didn't realize were being held back. She knew Daichi would try and brush them away like he always did, but she wanted them to fall this time, just like she had done for him. And so instead she brought his lips down to hers, instantly smiling when he was so quick to return the kiss.

Daichi kissed Jun with a fervent passion, drawing her in to him as if she were as essential as breathing. And she was. She was everything. Cradling her head softly, he deepened their kiss, savoring how quickly her mouth opened for his.

Her lips tasted sweet, like honey, and Daichi never wanted to stop kissing them. His tongue glided easily into her mouth, tasting even more of her with every brush of his tongue against hers. Jun responded fervently. Her fingers traced up the sides of his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, and finally settling at the crown of his head and knotting themselves in his hair.

Daichi's whole body felt like it might combust and yet he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Feverish hands roamed the curves of her body with an insatiable desire all the while kissing her as if he might die if he stopped. And he very well believed he might. Jun was intoxicating; she was the drug he wouldn't, couldn't, quit.

Passion quickly dissolved into something more. Breathless, their lips finally broke apart for much needed air, but Daichi didn't wait long before his mouth was back on her, starting at the base of her ear, trailing a line down her neck, and over her collar bone. A low moan sounded as his lips sank further and suddenly she needed more. In one swift movement, Jun had pushed him back into the sofa, straddling his lap with ease as she tore at her shirt. A low growl rumbled in Daichi's chest at her sudden movement, his hands quickly bracing against her hips and holding her in place over him. 

"Goddamit, you're so fucking beautiful, Jun." He groaned, not missing the hint of red that bloomed on her cheeks or the smallest shake of her head. She didn't believe him, but if he had to prove it to her, he would do so gladly.

Holding her gaze, Daichi lowered his head until his lips ghosted softly over the curve of her breasts, marveling at the way the touch made her breath hitch. With expert hands, he unclasped the final hook in her bra. It fell to the ground without either noticing as Daichi pressed his lips to her nipple, tongue swirling over the soft bud.

Jun's body arched in response and she let out a low cry. The fire in Daichi's chest raged at the sound and he pressed his lips back to the sensitive skin once more, soaking up every moan as he worked his way from one breast to the other, nipping and sucking at her soft skin until he'd left his mark.

"Daichi," Jun breathed, her voice heavy as another moan escaped her. Her whole body felt like it might melt under the heat of his gaze, but she wouldn't look away from him as she silently asked for the one thing they both were wanting.

"Are you sure, Wallflower?" He had stopped his worship of her body long enough to see her nod, but he only grinned wickedly in return.

"No no, I'm gonna need a verbal yes. This is a litigious society we live in—"

"Yes." Jun cut him off, pressing her body up against his and rolling her hips into him. "I need you, right now."

All playfulness evaporated instantly as Daichi kissed Jun once more, lifting her from the sofa at the same time. Jun wrapped her legs around his torso as he carried her to his bedroom, surprised as how gently he placed her on the mattress.

Her hands moved in a flurry at the buttons of his shirt, tearing it off and tossing it to the floor in such a hurry it made Daichi smirk.

"Someone's eager, I see." He said between kisses, his own hands reaching for the waistline of his jeans in the same hurried frenzy.

"I'm only following suit." Jun retorted with her own smirk. Daichi gave her a feral grin as he knelt down at the edge of the bed, his hands snaking up her still clothed thighs.

"Allow me to even the playing field, then." he purred, his hands slowly moving along her inner thigh until they rested over the opening of her jeans. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled the fabric free from her body, ignoring her pleas to move faster. Finally, when all clothes were forgotten on the floor, Daichi moved her farther onto the bed with a gentle reverence. His kisses started off sweet as well, slow and soft as he made sure she felt comfortable.

Needing more, Jun let her hands roam the contours of Daichi's chest. She went to work memorizing every dip, every scar, every tattoo as her fingers traced lower and lower, finally resting against him.

"Fuck." Daichi groaned as her hands brushed along the tip, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward into her hand. She began to stroke him and Daichi moaned again, unable to control himself.

"Say it again." Jun whispered, her eyes locked with his, "Tell me again."

He didn't need an explanation, Daichi already knew. "I love you." He'd say it a million times if he had to; whatever it took to make her believe it.

Jun's body arched and she gasped softly when she felt him push against her entrance. Daichi paused for just a moment, whispering her in ear those three little words again and again until he felt her start to roll her hips in time with his. He began to move faster, spurred on by the feeling of her nails digging into his back.

"Fuck, that feels so good." Daichi groaned, burring his face into the side of her neck, "You're fucking perfect."

"I love you." They were the only words left that she knew how to say, and so she said them with as much passion as she could muster.

"I love you too."

Their bodies moved together as if they had been made for one another. And as he felt her walls clench around him and she cried out his name, Daichi felt his composure snap. His thrusts grew faster, harder until his own completion came crashing over him like a wave of euphoria.

Chests heaving, they lay there, completely tangled together and unable to stop smiling. Slowly, Daichi untangled himself enough to brush the hair from Jun's face and place soft kisses at the corner of her eyes. No words were needed now to express what each of them felt.

It was ecstasy like Daichi had never experienced, but it was nothing compared to the pure bliss of wrapping Jun in his arms that night and holding her as they both drifted off to sleep.

***

The bass reverberated so loudly Jun could feel it even standing in the hallway, reminding her just how much she hated parties. But she'd promised to make a short appearance for Daichi, and that appearance was growing shorter the louder the music seemed to grow. The only thing moving her forward towards their dorm was knowing she'd have at least a few friendly faces waiting inside. So she tightened her grip on the paper bag she held, and walked in to what could only be described as hell on earth.

People were everywhere, crowding the tiny suite from wall to wall, barely giving anyone enough room to move. Someone had brought colored strobe lights that flashed sporadically in time with the music, which was impossibly louder than it had been in the hallway. Jun couldn't hear herself think, and the impassible wall of strangers was making it difficult to breathe. She wanted to leave, promises be damned.

"Hey, you're here!" Suga had to shout to be heard, but unlike Jun he seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere. Plucking the package from her hands, Suga tossed it next to the door. "Come on, Daichi will wanna know. We both thought for sure you'd find an excuse to miss this."

Jun's muffled response that she wish she had went unacknowledged and she found herself being swept into the throng of dancing students right alongside Suga. The reek of alcohol was heavy, as if it leeched from the pores of everyone around her. And then suddenly someone was handing Jun a cup of mystery liquid that she barely had time to look at before Suga whisked it away to drink himself. They still hadn't found Daichi, and she was starting to wonder if she should just tell Suga to forget it and let her run back to the safety by the door when a familiar purr sounded behind her.

"There's my girl." Daichi's strong hand snaked around her waist, drawing her against his chest in a protective way. "Didn't think I'd ever see you out on the dance floor, Wallflower. I kinda like it." He nodded a quick thanks to Suga, who winked to him in return before hopping his way through the crowd in search of his own girlfriend.

Jun was still having trouble processing what was going on beyond the feeling of Daichi's hands on her waist. He seemed to notice because he spun her to face him and cradled her face softly. "Focus on me, Babe. It's just you and me here. You're ok."

Slowly, Jun allowed herself to focus on his face, and the chocolate brown eyes she loved so much. The music began to fade until it was nothing more than a dull roar in the background and she no longer felt the suffocating pressure of too many people close by. It really was like the rest of the world had disappeared and they were the only two people left in the room. It must have been visible because Daichi's face broke out into a delighted grin and he began to sway them back and forth, not in time with any music but their own.

Their little bubble solitude lasted for what could have been hours. Jun wrapped herself as closely to Daichi as she could, stretching onto her tiptoes so he could whisper into her ear. His hands roamed over her body without discernment, but always returned to their spot just above her hips, safely holding her close. They would have stayed like that forever if it had been possible. But the persistent pushing of the people around them eventually popped their little bubble of quiet and the wall of sound came flooding back like a wave.

Instantly, Daichi was directing them both away from the dancing, the crowd somehow parting easily for him in a way it hadn't for Jun and Suga. In no time at all Daichi had somehow steered them not only away from most of the crowds, but also the party itself. Asahi was the only one in sight, sitting cross-legged on one of his roommate's beds, playing a game of solitaire. It wasn't entirely quiet, but there was at least enough space to breathe easy.

"Hey Asahi, mind if Jun joins you here for a bit? I think she needs a break." Daichi kissed her forehead softly when she turned to him with a thankful plea in her eyes.

"Sure, I've got another deck of cards you're welcome to." Asahi waved the pack kindly, which Jun took even though she knew nothing of card games.

"Awesome, I'll see you two introverts in a bit. Maybe I'll even bring ya a drink, Wallflower." Another soft peck, this time lingering a few moments, and then Daichi was gone, back into the crowd of the party.

Relieved, Jun plopped down on the mattress next to Asahi, who gave her a gentle smile before returning to his game. Both didn't feel the need to talk to one another, and it was oddly satisfying to just sit in the semi-quiet in peace. Jun carefully placed the deck of cards at her side, opting instead to people watch from a distance.

She could just make out Daichi's dark hair from the crowd, the flash of earrings giving him away as he jumped along to whatever song was playing, a messy haired Kuroo head banging violently next to him. A chuckle rose quietly in her throat as she watched them; both seemed either completely unaware of how exuberant their dancing was, or they both didn't care. She hoped it was the latter.

Daichi must have been keeping one eye on her as well, because before too long she found him catching her eye and tossing what felt like a far too sultry wink her way. And when her face flushed a deep crimson, she could swear she could hear his deep laugh even from so far away.

"He has really got to stop flirting with you so openly in public." Like he always did, Suga appeared at Jun's side out of thin air, sitting heavily onto the mattress next to her. There was a slight tint of pink on his face and a lazily relaxed smile that spoke of the alcohol he'd been drinking. One hand clutched tightly at his almost empty plastic cup while another offered a less full one to Jun. "Nothing too crazy for you, Junnie, just some ginger ale." He beckoned her forward to whisper what could only be top secret information into her ear and Jun couldn't hold back her smile, "But I did add a bit of something extra, just for you."

Satisfied when Jun took a small sip and didn't wince at the heavy pour of whiskey he'd added, Suga took a healthy sip from his own cup.

"You know, I think it's great that you showed up tonight." Suga's smile grew a bit wider as he spoke, his voice rising even though he could be heard just fine over the music. "No seriously, we all thought it was a lost cause getting you here tonight. But not Daichi. No siree, he told us all you'd be here, and here you are!" He swayed for a second as his hands made a sweeping gesture to Jun, who took his cup from him before it could spill.

"I think you're cut off for the night Suga..." Asahi said quietly. "How about some water or coffee instead?"

But Suga just waved his hand at his overly concerned friend and leaned back against the wall, continuing his conversation as if nothing had happened. "Daichi's one lucky sonofabitch let me tell you." Jun had leaned back as well, trying to hide her smile and thinking of all the ways she'd hold this over Suga's head in the future.

"Suga...."

"I mean anyone can tell just by looking at him how head over heels he is. And it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see it from you either." He paused to hiccup, but then kept rambling, "I tried to get him to ask you out without that stupid bet, but no one ever listens to me—"

"Suga, hold on, let's get you some water..."

"Listen, I told them it was a stupid idea. But you know how Kuroo and Daichi can be, right? Once they got into their heads this was something they wanted to do, there was no convincing them otherwise. But now we don't have to worry about that! Now we just have to put up with his stupid lovey-dovey dopey ass all the time. And believe me, it's more annoying than you'd think."

"Suga!"

There was a brief second where the three of them stared at each other, the words slowly sinking in for each of them. Asahi stared wide-eyed at Suga, who felt his buzz instantly dissipate as he watched the grin leave Jun's eyes and replaced with a confused shock.

"—what....bet?" Jun could barely her voice work properly, her mind too busy racing ahead to the terrible conclusions of Suga's statement. There had been a bet?

Color drained from Suga's face so quickly his head swam. "He—he was supposed to tell you, to explain." He tried looking to Asahi for help, for confirmation that Daichi had indeed done what they'd all been begging him to do for months, but his friend just shook his head slowly, his expression grim.

That was confirmation enough for Jun. Without another word, she crawled off the mattress, ignoring both their hands as they swiped at her sleeve to hold her back, and tried to get to the door as quickly as she could without running.

"Jun, wait! Let us explain!" That was Asahi calling after her, but Jun could barely hear him through the wall of rushing sound in her ears.

She should have known. Should have known there was something like this. He had been too nice, too perfect, to ever truly fall in love with her without some ulterior motive. He had been so eager those first few weeks, to spend time together and offer his affection so easily; and now she knew why. She should have known.

Finally, she reached the door, her suddenly icy hands fumbling with the door handle. After too much effort, it turned and instead of sneaking out like she knew she ought to, Jun felt her eyes move. One last time, they found his, still alight with the fire from the music. Those beautiful chocolate eyes kept her rooted to her spot, her heart hoping he'd turn to her, but also dreading what she'd find when he did.

As if he always knew when she needed him, Daichi scanned the back of the room for her, his confusion growing when they finally locked eyes by the door. It didn't take Daichi long to understand. To know what she finally knew too, yet by the time he found his voice to call her name, the door had already closed with a thud.

***

"Jun, wait!"

Daichi's voice was swallowed by the noise of the party, the party that now seemed too loud, too crowded. He tried to push against the sea of people around him, only to find he was unable to move fast enough.

"God dammit, move!" He roared, but he might as well have been shouting at a brick wall for all it did. By the time he pushed his way to the door, Suga and Asahi were there too, both looking like they'd seen a ghost.

"I thought you told her," Suga kept saying quickly, "I'm sorry man, I thought she knew."

It confirmed his worst fear. Swearing at his own stupidity, Daichi wrenched open the door and sprinted down the hallway, shouting Jun's name. Vaguely, Daichi heard the sound of the stairwell door slamming, and he picked up his pace. She had a head start, but he was faster; he'd catch up and explain.

The hallway became a blur. People jumped out of his way as he flew past, taking steps three at a time and ignoring the stitch that throbbed in his side. He was catching up. He could see her now, soft strawberry blonde hair whipping around the corner as she ran.

"Jun, stop!"

Shockingly, Jun obeyed. Her hand was on the doorknob, ready to open it into the pouring rain outside. But she still paused, not turning around.

Panting, Daichi doubled over for a moment to try and catch his breath. When he tried to step forward, Jun pushed on the door, letting the cold air wash over them.

"Ok, it's ok. I'll stay right here." Daichi froze in place and Jun paused again. His voice was low, pleading. "Jun, honey, please let me explain. It's not what you think."

She still wouldn't look at him, but kept her head angled to the floor, the sparkle of tears clearly visible. Daichi felt his heart crack.

"Yes it is." Her words were short and clipped, but he could still hear the ache in them. "You lied to me."

"I was going to tell you," he choked out, forgetting his promise and taking a step forward. "I just—didn't know how. But I swear I was going to tell you."

The door opened wider, the sound of rain falling in sheets drowning out his voice. Jun didn't respond; she could only shake her head in dismissal, finally looking up at him. Tears streaming down her face, she let out a sob and turned and ran out into the storm.

Rushing to the door, Daichi tried to call her back, but he knew it was futile. Chasing after her wouldn't help either. He knew where she was going and Tadaari would never let him in, not anymore. The door closed with a finality that made him want to scream.

The walk back to his dorm was agony. Music still was playing way too loudly and he knew people were still there, along with friends who would be waiting to know what happened. Instead of walking back into that hell hole, Daichi slumped against the wall just outside, knees slowly giving out from under him.

Something crinkled loudly as his body crumpled to the floor. A small bag peeked out from under his leg and he pulled at it uninterestedly. The handwriting on the tag was familiar, and his heart twinged. It was a gift for him from Jun.

Slowly, he peeled the wrapping paper away, his head falling heavily against the wall when he saw the title of the book that now lay in his hands. It was The Count of Monte Cristo. And without looking too long he knew this was the copy that had been at The Hobbit Hole. She had had it all along. A warmth pricked at the corners of his eyes but he blinked them away. Apparently a glutton for punishment, Daichi  flipped open the front cover, spotting the Hobbit Hole stamp in the corner. And directly below, a small piece of paper clipped from their typewriter pages.

We look at each other
and we smile
that smile
like a secret we share
we both know
we've found
what the whole world
is searching for.
~JM Storm

Daichi's fist made contact with the wall again and again until his knuckles turned red and blood mixed with tears as they dropped to the floor.