A few weeks had past since I'd met (y/n) and she'd become a daydream that I turned to during class when lessons became boring. Most of the team quit bothering Coach Ukai about the next time his gorgeous niece would be dropping by, only mentioning her as a sort of novelty.

Asahi told us when she would come over for dinner on his mom's request, and how she would tell him stories about who she's interviewed and who's interviewed her, and how sometimes she would make him come over and watch television together because she gets lonely in her apartment. Their closeness made me squirm a little, a feeling in my chest I was unfamiliar with. I didn't ask any questions though, afraid to let my friends know I hadn't stopped thinking about a girl who was essentially a complete stranger for the past two weeks.

I rested my head on my desk while I pushed myself through my homework, determined to get it done so I could enjoy the coming Sunday without stressing about school. As I finished up the equations in my notebook a loud buzzing startled me, breaking my focus. My phone continued to vibrate as I picked it up and answered the call.

"What's up, Asahi?" I said, leaning back in my chair.

"Hey, you wanna come hang out at (y/n)'s house? A bunch of us are over here already if you're not busy."

I shot up at the mention of (y/n)'s name, practically falling out of my chair onto the floor.

"Yeah, I don't know where it is though," I said, trying to keep calm. "Can you text me directions?"

I heard Asahi and another voice talking on the other line, followed by (y/n)'s weird little laugh.

"Hey, Suga, (y/n) is just gonna pick you up at your house okay? She's on her way to pick up some food anyways so she said it's no trouble," He said. "She's leaving now, is that okay?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, my heart speeding up as I completely disregarded my homework. I hung up and fell face first onto my bed, trying to calm myself down before (y/n) came. I grabbed my phone and wallet and headed downstairs to tell my mom what was going on.

"An older girl, hm?" She said from where she sat on the couch, a smirk on her lips. "Are you going for your friends or for her?"

"Mom!" I laughed, sitting next to her on the couch while I waited for (y/n) to get to my house.

"I'm going for both," I said, earning an elbow in the side from my mom which just made me laugh more. "You have no idea though, Mom. This girl is beyond anything I've ever dreamed of."

"How many times have you met her again?"

"Just once but that's all it took!" I sighed, my head falling on my mom's shoulder. "She's so cool. She's barely older than me and she lives by herself and drives her own car and is basically famous and she's from America and she acts like none of that is even a big deal. She's so far out of my league but I can't help wanting to chase after her."

She wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. "Don't worry, baby," she spoke, her voice hushed and comforting. "I'm sure things will work out just fine."

I smiled up at her, feeling a little dorky to be eighteen and whining to my mom about a girl. My phone buzzed in my jacket and a number I didn't recognize flashed on the screen.

"Hello?" I answered, curious about who could be calling me.

"Hey, Koushi, it's me (y/n). I can't find your house," She giggled, her laugh as awkward as I remembered it. I felt my face heat up and my palms sweat as I waited for her to continue. "Asahi told me your address but I think I typed it wrong in my phone..."

She described where she was to me and I quickly helped her find her way to my house. My mom stared at me expectantly as I talked on the phone, her face saying Hurry up and tell me what's going on.

"I think I'm here," She said, headlights shining in the front window. "I'll come in and say hi to your parents so they don't think some stranger is kidnapping you."

"You don't have to do tha-" I blurted out, but (y/n) already hung up.

"She's coming in," I moaned as I leaned back on the couch again, my mom looking more pleased than I'd ever seen her. The headlights turned off and shortly after there was a knock at the door- I was surprised we could hear it over the pounding of my heart.

My mom insisted on answering the door, practically pushing me before I had the chance to stand up. She winked at me before opening the door, revealing (y/n) in a pair of sweatpants and slippers, wearing a much too big t-shirt, her hair messily pulled back.

"Hello," She said, smiling at my mom. I waved at her from the couch, finally gathering enough strength to stand up and walk ten feet to the front door. She waved at me and I found myself awestruck; even when she looked like she hadn't moved from her bed all day she was still the prettiest girl I'd ever known.

"Hi, (y/n)-senpai," I greeted her, hoping my mom would get the formalities over with quickly so we could leave. (Y/n) blushed red and looked right at me but I didn't know why. A somewhat uncomfortable silence fell over us before my mom finally broke it.

"It's so nice to meet you, (y/n)-chan!" She said. "Koushi has told me so much about you." I nearly died right then of embarrassment, avoiding (y/n)'s gaze as if it would turn me to stone.

"He has?" (Y/n) said, more than a hint of amusement in her voice. "That's funny."

I thanked God that she left it at that rather than pointing out that I'd only met her once and we barely new each other. I raised my eyebrows at my mom, hoping she'd get the message that it was time to go.

"Alright, well, I guess you should get going. The boys must be starving," They both laughed and I let go of the breath I didn't realize I was holding, relieved that the exchange was over. We said our goodbyes, (y/n) promising that I'd be safe in her care. I couldn't help but feel so much younger than her, like she was babysitting me rather than hanging out as friends. I sat in the passenger seat of her car for now the second time, trying to shake off the nervousness I felt. She got in and started the car, staring ahead for a while before turning to me.

"I don't know where we're going," She laughed. I giggled too, captured by her strange little laugh that I wanted to bottle up and save for when I missed her. She told me where she ordered from, tossing her phone into my lap and telling me to read the directions to her. I loved the way she talked to herself as she took the turns I told her to, and how she didn't seem to mind the silences that fell between us.

"You don't have to call me senpai, you know," She said, her cheeks glowing pink. "It makes me feel like I'm too old to be hanging out with you."

"But you are my senpai."

"I'm probably not even a year older than you!" She said as she turned into the parking lot of the restaurant they ordered food from. She didn't get out of the car immediately, turning towards where I sat, her attention one hundred percent on me. I noticed she did this the last time I met her; she looks at you like you're the only person in the room and her gaze says she's hanging on your every word. I couldn't help but feel a little self conscious as she looked at me, her gaze soft.

"Does it bother you that I call you Koushi? I know your friends call you Suga," She laughed. "In America we just call each other by our given names. It's weird to call my friends by their last names."

"You can call me Koushi if you like," I said, unable to say anything interesting like she always seemed to.

"Okay, Koushi," She smiled. "Do you wanna come in with me? You can pick out a drink or something if you want." I nodded and we walked inside the small restaurant together and I wondered if anybody thought we were a couple. It's not like we were holding hands or anything; we weren't even standing particularly close to each other in all honesty. I wanted people to think we looked good with each other though, that maybe I wasn't this goofy kid hanging out with the undoubtedly coolest girl to ever exist.

"What should I get?" She asked, not really to me but more towards the cooler filled with drinks. She plucked an iced coffee drink and turned to me as I picked out a flavored iced tea with a colorful label.

"Wait, those are so good!" She said, the expression on her face too adorable as she debated with herself which to pick. She ended up putting hers back and grabbing the same drink I had, then floated over to the counter. I stayed a couple steps back, admiring how she looked as she told the clerk her order number, handed them the money, and left a tip in the jar, seeming grown up as she asked me to carry two pizza boxes while she carried two more plus a bag of other food.

"How many of the guys are there?" I exclaimed as we put the food in the back seat and sat back in her car.

"Uh... Asahi, Shouyo, his friend, oh, and those boys that were in the car with us that time before, and..." She trailed off, trying to remember something. "Oh! Daiki."

"You mean Daichi?" I laughed, thinking her little mistakes were nothing short of absolutely adorable.

"Agh!" She yelled, the weird noise making me laugh. "I was close. I've never seen it written down so it's hard for me to remember."

The rest of the drive back to her apartment was mostly just asking questions about the team, and her trailing off when she couldn't quite put her finger on what she wanted to say. I loved helping her find the words she was looking for, especially how she'd lightly slap my leg when I got it right, like I'd just given her the answer to the final question on a test. When we got there I recognized Asahi's house and felt underwhelmed looking at her apartment.

I don't know what I expected; the lavish Beverly Hills style mansions in magazines, or the ninety-story sky scraper buildings in Tokyo? I shook the thoughts away, grabbing as much as the food as I could, following her into her little home up the metal stairs that clinked under our feet.

It occurred to me along the short walk that I was in fact going into the girl of my dream's house, where she lived; where she did her work, cooked dinners for herself, sat on the couch and watched her favorite shows, where she slept and woke up each morning. Thoughts of doing those things with her crept into my head too and I forced myself to come back to reality as she opened the door into the apartment I'd spent imagining for too long.