Man of the Match | DaiSuga

Chapter 4

Sugawara POV:

Great, a new day, a new dawn and only four hours sleep. Perfect start to a morning - please do note the heavy sarcasm there. The alarm tone blared through my earphones and startled me from my sleep, which I think only added to the groggy grumpy mood I was feeling.

Sunday, the morning after, or as I like to call it - the day before we officially become third years (though I suppose that this Sunday is an exception in that regards). Finally gaining enough energy to drag myself from the futon I tiptoe out of the room to go and start my morning routine. "7am... It is so damn early." Though my mornings are only going to get earlier from here on out when we start morning practice again. God I wish I was a morning person.

Dragging my feet along the shag carpet I reached the bathroom, perfect, plenty of time to get ready and avoid putting my binder one for another 20 minutes of solitude before I have to face yesterdays errors. Reaching the bathroom and leaning over the sink, I began to walk myself through my morning regime - a checklist to keep my sanity and ensure I was prepared for myself, the day and anyone else who needs me. Not in a weird way I am just like the Dad of the Volleyball team and now I really will be stepping up to PRIME DAD position now that Daichi is captain and me his vice captain. Got to be sure that everyone is doing good. Oh and there will be new first years, I wonder what they will be like... Please no more as energetic as Noya and Tanaka, please no hooligans, PLEASE...

My thoughts and continued prayer to the universe that I won't be parenting lunatics carried me through the first part of my routine and gave me plenty to think about while brushing my teeth. Next, rinse my face and attempt a hairstyle that is less fluffy princess. Bed-head really doesn't suit me.

Plodding through my routine offered some comforts, like everything falling into place perfectly to set me up for a good day. I suppose how famous sports players have pre-match rituals, this is just my pre-day ritual.

Often I can get really overwhelmed and stressed, something I picked up over the years I suppose. My thought's continued as I my checklist was busy trying to complete itself.

Teeth - Check

Wash face - Check

Hormones and Meds - Check

I wonder what Daichi will do today? Maybe we could hang out? Nah, I could do with resting at home the second I can free myself from the boa -constrictor cloth around my chest.

Binder - On

Packer - Check

Hmmm I wonder if I can maybe come out to the team after top-surgery. That would be kind of cool, and it would remove the need for me to keep hiding in the toilets to change...

Clothes - Check

Matching socks - Perfect

and finally hair brushed and styled - check.

Once I was finally happy that my routine had been walked through I gave myself the once over in the mirror. Depending on the day my perception of myself changes, I can go from being euphoric as hell to the bottom of the river in despair. It isn't my fault it just sometimes feels like the mirror doesn't show the truth. Like a funhouse mirror - it shows you just a weird, wrong and distorted version. Not my favourite thing, but today seems to be alright and I can feel a spring in my step. Perhaps it's the sleep deprivation providing me with enough energy reserves to see sounds and taste colours.

7:30am... Perfectly planned as always. Sugawara you are a crafty devil aren't you. My internal monologue of self approval was the driving force to take me out the bathroom and head to the kitchen, seeing I was the first up I decided to make everyone breakfast. Daichi's folks were away on business so I wouldn't be intruding and it wouldn't be considered rude - BONUS! Rummaging in cupboards I weighed up the option and decided to try to think what everyone approves of.