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daichi x reader - “two am sound trips”

genre: fluff, comedy?

word count: 1472

warnings: a few curses

notes: college au inspired by me suddenly remembering ed sheeran existed

daichi was patient.

he used to be the captain of the boys' volleyball team in high school. surrounded by a rowdy set of males with too much energy to spare, he liked to think he was patient. he understood that they were growing males with too much testosterone running rampant in their veins and held on. rarely, did he raise his voice and he never really resorted to violence. daichi was patient, so patient that even buddha would probably consider him his equal.

now in college, he was still as considerate as before. he understood that everyone had their own individual lives and often extended deadlines for his groupmates in research activities when they have a decent reason for it. they would always look at him as if he was sent from above and he would always shake it off with an amused laugh.

daichi was patient, no one would argue about that but he was also human.

it was two o'clock in the morning. on most days, he would already be fast asleep. but like every other student, he too has to face the dreaded finals week and defend his thesis at the end of the week. with empty cups of energy drinks around him and a lukewarm mug of coffee, he decided he would do complete all of his final revisions that night. he was a responsible man, after all. he has his principles. one of them was passing his subjects with above-average grades and his projects, on time. but it was midnight and he was very sleep deprived. he had to turn his back to his bed because the sight of it was hell's sweet temptation incarnate. cursing for the last time,

daichi was patient but he was also human.

and humans thin. they break. and daichi? he was snapping. all he wanted was to finish the last thousand words in his paper and succumb to the tantalizing pull of well-deserved sleep. seems easy enough if it were not for the person above his floor blasting ed sheeran songs obnoxiously loud for the past thirty minutes. he was fuming, really, and he was angrily pressing the letters on his keyboard before erasing them as soon as they popped out the screen because they were either incomprehensible or the identical copy of the words ed was singing. daichi bets he was a good guy but right now, he loathed him and the sound of his voice.

( 'cause baby you look happier, you do )

daichi was patient but he's also the scariest when it runs out.

with a deep-set scowl on his face: eyebrows furrowed, lips turned into a snarl you can only find in beasts in the wild and finally, the terrifying shade of black that rested underneath his eyes, he believed he was well equipped to scold off whoever that person who was ruining his schedule was. nevermind, the string headband that was keeping his hair away from his face or the old, oversized shirt that made him look smaller than he actually was or even the pair of hello kitty slippers that sugawara gave him as a joke (in his defense, they were unbelievably comfortable). he was ready to go into war.

stomping menacingly, the last steps of the stairs was reached and he breathed deeply, ready to go into a whole rant the moment the door opened. sometimes, he really seemed like a father. he huffed as the imagery of him scolding a child popped into his head. scarily, they have the same exact vibe. shaking away his thoughts, he knocked. only to not get a response. infuriated as he was, he decided to be decent enough to not start banging the door like a total creep and patiently, continued knocking.

"i swear to god, i will—"

daichi was patient and a gentleman.

his threats died down, all of the things he wanted to complain about going down the drain, as he sees your red, puffed eyes and the tear streaks that were haphazardly wiped away. you were in your own set of pajamas, hands that were cradling a tub of ice cream peeking through a blanket that you threw over your shoulders.

"may i help you?"

he tried to not care, but his instincts were kicking in, "yes uh... do you mind turning down the volume?"

"oh shit uh... i'm so sorry it's just—"

"it's fine," he politely and awkwardly reassured you as he felt out of place in the middle of an empty hallway.

"no, it's not! i'm really sorry. i didn't mean to. i'm just— i'm such a mess right now and i'll turn it off. i swear it won't happen again."

"it's really no problem."

( i'm gonna pick up the pieces and build a lego house )

in hindsight, he probably should have stuck to his own business instead of picking at others' plates. maybe he could've finished his paper if he did or maybe he could've snatched a few hours of sleep before facing his horrible eight am class. still, it didn't feel right to leave an attractive mess of a person in the dead of the night.

"are you... are you okay?"

you looked up abruptly and daichi realized that was the first time you looked at his eyes. wide-eyed and glossy, you were surprised someone cared enough to ask you that. the rational side of you probably would have placed a twelve feet distance between you and the stranger but you were nowhere near rational and the stranger was far too kind.

"no, i'm not."

daichi didn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't you bawling your eyes out as soon as you said that. it wasn't you gripping his shirt as he stood awkwardly. it wasn't him subconsciously patting your back. it wasn't him hugging you tightly when you asked for one. it's certainly not finding himself chewing out your ex that he wasn't aware existed prior to your meeting fifteen minutes ago inside your dorm surrounded by pillows and another cup of coffee.

"see? you understand, right? he stood me up, forgot the important dates, cheated on me, promised he'd change, broke said promises, regularly reduced my self-esteem, hooked up with the bitch that defamed me in high school, and now he's mad because i blocked him? he's disgusting! i don't know why i even stooped so low!"

"he doesn't deserve you," was all he could say as he handed you another tissue roll. honestly, he was a patient, considerate man but this asshole of an ex of yours was making him consider murder. how he'd like to say that was an overstatement. that freaking prick.

"on better inspection, i'm crying less because of the fact that we broke up but more because i feel humiliated and disrespected. it's frustrating that all of my efforts were just ignored. i mean, even if our love has long since died out, i still paid for his in-game purchases, y'know!"

daichi also didn't know why he was belting out the lyrics of 'save myself' as he stood in the bed of a stranger who was currently hysterically laughing and joining him along. he paused and realized that for the first time that night, you were smiling. he might not understand how he got there— how he found himself doing something so out of character but he smiled. this wasn't that bad.

( so before i save someone else, i've got to save myself )

"i'm sorry you had to see me like this."

daichi laughed, "it's fine. i needed a break anyway."

you looked brighter now, he mused as you saw him out your room. he sent you a small smile and a wave before he began his trek back to his own. still, there was a misplaced feeling of discontent as he moved far away from your comforting presence that didn't judge his unusual short fuse and distressed expression.

"daichi!" he turned around, just a little too quick, "you're a good guy."

"oh, thanks? good night, y/n."

"good night..." you waved and he nodded, the hand that rubbed his neck out of his flustered state dropping back to his sides.

now, you could either be a coward and never see this kind, attractive, relatable, funny, responsible, overachieving man ever again or you could gather your wits and guts together to not so awkwardly thank him for not throwing you out of the window when he has all the rights to do so, even going as far as comforting you when all of your friends are asleep when you needed it. the preferred option was, in your opinion, obvious.

"do you wanna go grab some coffee later? y'know... gotta return the favor and all."

( you know hearts don't break around here. oh yeah, yeah, yeah )