If He Is . . . A Guardian Angel [Sugawara Koushi]

“Sugawara Koushi! What do you think you’re doing?!” I looked at my classmate, and friend, as he sat forlornly on the steps after practice. He looked up at me and gave me a weak smile.

“Hey, (Y/N). I was just trying to clear my mind a little,” he smiled more genuinely this time, his eyes wearily watching me as I took a seat next to him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking him straight in the eye.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” he looked away, rubbing his hands together nervously.




He knew I wasn’t buying it. More silence. He finally caved in. “I met the guidance counsellor today. He wanted me to stop club activities,” he looked at me, making sure I was listening. Then he started once again, “Don’t think I’m going to tell you that I have undecided feelings on whether to continue volleyball or not. My feelings toward volleyball will never change!” he grinned at me.

“I was just unsure of whether I’d be able to handle all the classes and studies,” he trailed off.

‘This might be the first time he has been so doubtful of himself,’ I thought to myself.




“Sugawara, you came this far, as vice captain of the Karasuno volleyball team and as one of Karasuno’s most experienced. Even Kageyama acknowledges that. I have no doubt that you’ll be able to cope with your studies” I reassured him. “You just have to believe in what you don’t see, and you will be rewarded by seeing what you believed in.” I looked at him meaningfully. He beamed back.

“Thanks, and you know, (Y/N), there is another reason as to why I absolutely could not stop my club activities,” he smiled mischievously.

“And what’s that?" I asked him, curiousity taking over.

“I couldn’t possibly let you walk home alone, now, could I?” his teasing voice, had its normal soothingness to it. He was referring to when we walk home together on days when I have club as well, which would be almost everyday.




“You do know that I’m not the little kid you used to know, right?” I imitated his teasing tone, earning a mischievous glint from the corner of his eyes. Of course, most people knew Sugawara to be the calmest, gentlest and most caring person in the team. Yet, there were times when he wasn't exactly what people thought him to be.

“Of course, you’re much elder now,” he chuckled, “but that makes it all the more reason why I should protect you. You’ve grown much more important to me.” He said without batting an eyelid. It’s one of the qualities I used to admire him for, his ability to voice his feelings.




"I'm not joking," he continued, "I've seen you at your worst and yet, I think you're the best! Eh...I'm sorry, did that sound cheesy?" he scratched the back of his neck, looking intently at the ground. He kept doing so. It was my turn to speak.

“You know, Sugawara,” I started, turning around to face him, “I’m starting to like you much less now,” I sighed in an exaggerated manner. His face fell. Panic flashed through his eyes, then pain, and finally submission. I decided I’d better continue.

“And I’m starting to love you much more,” I smiled at him, looking forward to his reaction. He didn’t reply, he just smiled senselessly at me. Soon, he scooted closer, his arms enveloping me in a warm hug. He didn’t have to say anything. Right now, cherishing the moment was what held more importance.




After seconds of taking in each other’s presence, Sugawara broke the silence. “(Y/N), if I was able to become a Superhero in order to save you from something, can you guess what my name would be?” he asked light-heartedly, with a chuckle.

“Um...Superman? Batman?” I asked, to which the responses were just a shake of the head.

“Nope! Your man,” he caught me off-guard.