Asahi/Daichi/Suga, Hogwarts AU
Suga was sitting in his armchair entirely the wrong way, with his feet sticking up over the top and his head dangling above the floor. He’d been like that for a few minutes, now, and Daichi was just a little bit impressed by the deep vermilion his face had become.
“You know what,” Suga said suddenly, craning his neck awkwardly to stare up at Daichi. “I think it’s about time for a sleepover.”
Daichi sighed, like it was some big inconvenience to him, but he closed and set aside his book and then kneeled on the carpet beside Suga’s head. Suga grinned up at him and pouted his lips out and was rewarded with a quick kiss before being hauled unceremoniously upright.
“His room?”
“Of course.”
Their mutual boyfriend being the only Hufflepuff boy in their year came in very handy sometimes.
As did the fact that the Hufflepuff common room had no real password, and Daichi had bullied Asahi into teaching them the entry knock early on during their first year. Having lived in the castle for the better part of five years now, it was hilariously easy to sneak through the basements to the Hufflepuff rooms, near the kitchens. Suga disappeared briefly to charm some pastries out of the kitchen staff -- not that it was a difficult job, they all adored him and his sugar-sweet smile.
When they crawled through the barrel entrance, Asahi was sitting alone in one corner of the Hufflepuff room, glaring at a textbook and looking decidedly stressed out. The young first and second years were giving him a wide berth, eyeing him warily. Daichi snorted -- they hadn’t figured out that Asahi was the biggest (literally and metaphorically) softie in the castle.
Suga handed the pastries off to Daichi with a finger to his lips, then crept across the room. There were a few stares and whispers from the younger students, but Asahi was too absorbed in his homework and didn’t notice until Suga yelled and leaped into his lap. He screamed like a banshee and his quill gained impressive altitude as it catapulted across the room. One or two of the little first years shrieked too, and had to be calmed down by a sixth-year Hufflepuff prefect. She tried to glare at Daichi -- who was, technically, also a prefect, and supposed to be against this sort of thing -- but her eyes were crinkled in amusement.
“Sorry Asahi,” Suga said cheerfully, not at all actually sorry, and kissed his cheek to make up for the fright. Asahi was still clutching his chest dramatically, but he blushed a little and leaned his forehead into Suga’s shoulder.
“Why do you always do that,” he groaned, and Suga just laughed and kissed him again.
“Coward,” Daichi sighed from behind, and Asahi jumped again.
“Aw, don’t be mean, Daichi. We have to take care of our favourite glass-hearted Hufflepuff. In fact,” Suga continued, and Asahi gulped at the glint in his eye -- “In fact, I think we should go upstairs and, mmm, make up for it. What do you think?” The last few words were whispered into Asahi’s ear, which was turning a progressively darker shade of red.
Asahi’s response was to adjust his grip on Suga’s hips and to stand up. Suga laughed into his neck and wrapped his legs around Asahi’s waist. “I do like it when you do this.”
“I know.”
Daichi rolled his eyes and followed them up the stairs. He made sure the door was locked behind them as Asahi tossed Suga down onto the bed, and then he chucked one of the pastries so that it bounced off of Asahi’s cheek and plopped onto Suga’s stomach.
“Way to kill the mood, Daichi.”
Daichi crossed the room to lick the crumbs and icing off of Asahi’s face. “What was that?” he asked, feeling smug about Asahi's flustered expression.
Suga grinned. “I like where this is going.”