kyllu:

To Daichi, Suga’s moles didn’t form constellations, didn’t make him some sort of celestial being–Suga would never be anything but Suga.  To Daichi, Suga was the only descriptor ever needed, because Suga would always be enough, more than enough, better and warmer and more beautiful than any distant conglomeration of stars.  And most importantly, Suga was here, and he was Daichi’s.  Daichi didn’t need to wax poetic about the moonlight in Suga’s hair, or the sun in his smile.  To Daichi, Suga was infinitely, intrinsically, inherently more, without needing the flowery, superfluous words that Daichi couldn’t grasp anyways.  It was enough to hold Suga in his arms, loose and sleep-warm, and know that Suga wasn’t anything but himself.  To Daichi, even the brightest star, the most brilliant supernova, the most iridescent nebula couldn’t dare compare itself to Suga’s incandescent smile, eyes crinkling in the corners and cheeks dimpling with delight.  

Suga’s moles were just moles; they didn’t need to be anything other than that to be beautiful.

it’s almost 9 am and i haven’t slept and all i think about is daisuga

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