Daichi stood on the opposite side of the kitchen and stared
intently as the grey haired man explored the room, pulling open drawers and
cupboards and leaving them open as he moved along the counter. Every once in a
while, he would pause, pick something up, and show it to Daichi with the
This time, he unplugged Daichi’s toaster and lifted it.
“A toaster,” Daichi replied warily.
“Toaster…” he observed it closely for a moment before
asking, “What does it do?”
And then his eyes lit up and he lifted the toaster high
above his head, “That sounds heckin’ delicious!” He lowered the it once
more, “Daichi, can I make toast with the toaster?”
He pranced happily in place for a moment and set the device
down where he found it. He glanced up and down the counter and then turned in a
circle. Finally he faced Daichi and asked,
“What is bread?”
Daichi stared at him in astonishment.
He cocked his head to
the side curiously, blinking his large brown eyes with childlike innocence.
Daichi reached up and rubbed his temples. His head pulsed
and ached, angry about the severe level of intoxication he had drunk himself
into the night before. He lowered his hands and sighed.
“Alright. I’ll make you toast if you please explain to me
what the fuck is going on.”
The man pursed his lips. He glanced at the toaster, then
picked at his fingernails.
“I’ll make you a full breakfast,” Daichi upped the bribe.
The man’s head jerked up and he grinned wide, “Deal!” He
climbed onto a stool at the kitchen island and held his chin in his hands.
“What do you want to know?”
Daichi warily moved across the kitchen to sit at a stool
“What do I want to… everything.
I want to know everything. Who
are you? Why are you here? Weren’t you a… child
last night? Or was I so drunk that I mistook a grown man for a four year
“I think I was five, actually.”
Daichi gulped. So he hadn’t
This man wasn’t human.
He hummed noncommittally, eyes drifting off to the side, “My
name is Suga. And I take things.”
“You… take things,” Daichi repeated. “Like… a thief?”
Suga sucked in his cheeks and then shrugged, “Sort of. I
take things. But the people I take from lose nothing.”
Daichi furrowed his brows.
“What do you take?”
Suga’s eyes drifted to the side again, “I take a form and
“What does that mean?”
“I can be what other beings are,” he said. “And I can do
what other beings do.”
“So…” Daichi frowned. “You took from me?”
“What did you take?”
“I took a form and something special.”
“But what does that mean?”
Suga straightened and drummed his fingers on the counter,
“Out of all of the forms I had taken before… this wasn’t one of them,” he
gestured at himself.
Daichi’s eyes flicked down to Suga’s chest and then back up
to his face, “That body that you’re in right now…”
“I took it,” Suga scratched the back of his head.
Suga huffed and fidgeted, “Man. The form of man. Of a… how
old are you?”
“The form of a twenty-five year old man,” he said. “That is
what I took from you.”
Daichi lowered his gaze to the kitchen island in front of
So the reason he is…
that… is because of me?
Daichi didn’t feel different though. If Suga had truly taken
from him using some strange magic, shouldn’t he… notice?
On top of that, he said he took two things.
A form and something special.
What was it?
What was Daichi’s something special?
Daichi looked to Suga again.
“The other thing,” he said. “That you took. What is it?”
Suga stared silently at him for several long seconds and
then turned his face away.
“You can’t tell me? Is there some rule that says I’m not
supposed to know?”
“No. I just don’t want to tell you. Will you make me toast
“Not yet,” Daichi scowled. “I still have questions.”
Suga sighed and slumped over the island, leaning his cheek
against the counter, “More?”
“What are you?”
“Human male, twenty-five years old.”
“No… I mean before you stole my form—”
“Human male, five years old.”
“And before that—”
“And before that, sable.”
“Before that, bumblebee. And before that…” his voice
dwindled and then faded away. He straightened from the kitchen island and let
out a long sigh, “Are you done yet? This is a boring thing to talk about.”
“What were you first?”
Daichi pressed. “Before you took those forms from other… things. What were
Suga hopped off of his stool and lifted the toaster, “Toast!
Let’s make toast!”
“You didn’t finish answering my questions.”
Suga turned back to him, hugging the toaster to his chest,
“I don’t like those questions.” His expression turned melancholic and he
averted his gaze to a spot over Daichi’s shoulder. “Ask different ones.”
Daichi wanted to argue. He wanted to demand Suga tell him
everything that he wanted to know with no more dancing around in circles or
giving vague answers. But he was stubbornly avoiding his stare, hugging the
toaster, and pressing his lips in a hard line. Daichi had a feeling that if he
pushed him too hard, he might close up altogether and refuse to answer anything
He inhaled deeply, “Alright… how do you take things? Did
you… suck my blood or—”
“Ew,” Suga scrunched his nose. “I’m not a vampire. Yet.”
“If I ever meet a vampire in real life, I’m definitely taking his form,” he said
brightly. “They’re so powerful!”
Daichi decided to put aside the sheer impossibility of the
existence of vampires for the time being and asked, “So then how did you take
from me then?”
Suga stared at him for a long second and then set the
toaster down on the counter. He moved around the kitchen island and Daichi
stiffened, hands clenching into fists. Suga walked up to him, ignoring his
suddenly rigid position, and immediately climbed onto his lap. He wrapped his
arms around his middle and leaned into his chest, resting his head on his
Daichi stared across the kitchen, frozen in place.
“This is enough,” Suga said softly, nuzzling the side of his
neck. “I just need to feel it. The form… and something special.”
Daichi’s eyes narrowed.
“A hug? That’s all you need to take from someone?”
“How did you hug a bumblebee?”
Suga giggled, “It doesn’t have to be a hug exactly. Hugs are
good though because I can latch on if they try to run away.”
Daichi cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“Alright… so why are you here?”
“You brought me here.”
“I know that but… why…” Daichi sighed. “What’s your purpose
Suga didn’t reply.
Daichi rephrased it, “What do you want from me?”
Suga leaned back and slid off of his lap. He pulled himself
up onto the kitchen island, legs dangling over the side.
“Last night, you promised you’d protect me.”
Daichi stared up at him.
“You promised, didn’t you?” Suga cocked his head to the
side. “Before you fell asleep… you promised that you’d protect me. You intend
to keep your promise, right?” He voice rose, words falling over themselves,
“You said you would. So I think that you should follow through with that. If
not… then, well, you see it’s just that—”
“I said that because I thought I needed to protect a five
year old boy being abused by his parents,” Daichi interrupted. “The situation
Suga’s eyes widened and he leaned forward and cupped
Daichi’s face in both hands, “No, no, no. You gotta… you gotta protect me. You
said you would. You can’t go back on your word. I need… I need you to protect
me or else he’ll get me—”
Suga froze. His fingers slid off of Daichi’s face and he
leaned back, eyes darting away.
“Who?” Daichi repeated, standing. “Is someone after you?”
Suga gulped and hugged himself, but didn’t reply. His
complexion had gone pallid, his gaze which had formerly been wide and curious
as it explored the inside of Daichi’s home, was now fearful and avoidant.
Daichi took a deep breath and reached out. He clasped Suga’s
chin in one hand and lifted it.
“Suga,” he said in a low voice. “Who is after you?”
Suga stared at him, wide-eyed. His lips quivered as he
answered softly, “H-he who steals that which was taken…”
Daichi’s eyebrows furrowed, “What—”
A loud knock echoed through the apartment and Suga grabbed
onto the front of Daichi’s shirt, pulling him close. His entire body quivered
and he stared in the direction of the hallway, beads of sweat forming on his
“Fuck,” Daichi muttered, bones chilling. “Did you lead him
“P-p-protect…” Suga looked into his face. “Please. Protect
me. J-just until I have a form that can fight back—”
The knocking sounded again and Sugawara cowered against
Daichi’s chest, trembling.
Daichi stared down at the top of his head for a long moment.
This is stupid.
He pried him away and stepped back. He turned towards the
hallway and Suga cried out behind him.
“It could be anyone,” Daichi replied. “I’m just going to
“J-Just, don’t invite him in. If… if he still has that one
form then he can’t c-come in unless invited so—”
Daichi scowled and walked down the hall to the entrance of
his apartment. He paused at the door, glancing over his shoulder. Suga peeked
around the wall, chewing his bottom lip.
Daichi turned forward.
That was impossible.
It was all was impossible.
Daichi yanked the door open.
“Daichi, I’ve been calling all morning, why haven’t you
Daichi released the breath he hadn’t realized he had been
Asahi stepped into the apartment and bent over to remove his
shoes. Daichi closed the door behind him.
“Did you seriously get fired?” Asahi asked. “Tanaka called
me last night and told me you screamed at your boss and stormed out—” he paused
as his eyes fell on Suga down the hall. “Oh… hello. Sorry, I didn’t know you
Daichi sighed, “Don’t worry about him. He uh… I picked him
up last night.”
“Picked him up?” Asahi glanced at Daichi and then back to
Suga. “Like a stray?”
“Hmm… that’s a pretty good description, actually.”
Suga inched slowly into the hallway and Daichi’s blood ran
His irises were nearly completely enveloped by the black of
his pupils. His cheeks were flushed bright red, lashes fluttering as he stared
Daichi didn’t trust that look.
“Uhm…” Asahi shifted closer to Daichi, seemingly sharing in
“Suga,” Daichi said slowly. “What are you doing…”
Suga padded softly in their direction, eyes locked on Asahi.
He licked his lips, picking up his pace.
“Suga,” Daichi held out a hand as if to stop him from
proceeding any further, but Suga dodged his grasp and lunged at Asahi, scaring
a shriek from the much larger man.
Suga threw his arms around Asahi’s waist and pressed close
to his body, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
“Suga! What are
you—” the words dwindled and died in his mouth as a cold realization crept up his spine. Daichi dragged his gaze to
Asahi, who squirmed and stammered, pushing at Suga’s shoulders.
“G-Get him off of me. Daichi, what’s going on? Who is this—”
he caught Daichi’s stare and blinked. “What?”
Daichi furrowed his brows.
Suga finally released Asahi and stepped back, pupils back to
their normal size, a soft smile on his lips. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt
and lifted it up to his collar, displaying the large, dark bruise on his ribs.
Daichi and Asahi stared as he pressed his palm to the bruise and closed his
eyes. Slowly, the black and blue discoloration faded away until there was none
Suga lowered his hand and stared at his now unblemished torso. He giggled and dropped the shirt. He looked at the others and smiled
wide, eyes squinting.
Daichi turned to Asahi.
The other man’s mouth flapped, brown eyes blown wide. He
glanced at Daichi and then immediately averted his eyes to the floor.
“Asahi?” Daichi said quietly.
“I… I can explain…”
“What are you?”
Asahi scratched the back of his head, mussing his shoulder
length brown hair.
“W-well…” he cleared his throat. “I’m… I’m…”
He chuckled ruefully and lifted his shoulders in an
Omg this is my dumbest comic. But I love it, it’s stupid cute and I couldn’t help myself(again) I wonder where my humor is sometimes. I didn’t think I’d actually be able to get it finished tonight, it was getting late! But I did it, and now I am done for the night, and done with these idiots for the night lol You’re not cool at all, Atem. You’re a nerd.
at least the quality is good on the first page lolol
Like a week ago my boyfriend told me he loves me but I somehow convinced myself it didn’t actually happen because like it’s just unreal and way too good to be true but last night he did it AGAIN and I haven’t stopped smiling for 12 hours I am so in love it’s absurd