rule number three

part three

part three

there were few rules when it came to snowball fights. there were the obvious ones; no stealing ammunition, no forcing snowballs down the enemy's shirts and definitely no hiding rocks in snow.

however, as suga was about to find out, there were no rules forbidding headshots.

the first ball skimmed his cheek before he could register it. even though it hadn't hit him, suga could feel the force behind the throw and knew that a direct hit would definitely hurt. he picked up a snowball from his team's pile and threw it in retaliation. it glanced off of someone's arm.

more were exchanged. suga's aim was just starting to improve when he looked back at his team's pile of snowballs, seeing it almost depleted.

"suga!" someone on his team called. "we need more snow!"

"what do you want me to do about that?"

"just scoop up as much as you can!"

suga stuck out his lower lip but didn't argue, moving towards the middle of the field where the snow was still plentiful. he pressed it together in his hands, thinking about how it would have been much more efficient if their whole team worked together.

"look out!" someone shouted.

suga's reflexes were quick.

unfortunately, the ball of ice that was travelling towards his head was much, much quicker.

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"is he dead?"

sugawara koshi was on the floor, looking up at what appeared to be the sky. or maybe it was the snow. all he could see was white, with black dots dancing around. he could faintly hear voices as well, too many to distinguish.

"i thought we said no ice?"

"i didn't expect it to actually hit him!"

"d'ya think he'll get brain damage?"

there was another voice, deep and gently commanding.

"stand back. give him space."

boots scuffled away and a face came into suga's vision. even though it was blurry, he knew exactly who it was and immediately wished that another piece of ice would hit his head, hopefully killing him this time.

"are you okay?" daichi asked, crouching down beside him. "can you tell me your name?"

"you don't know my name?" suga tried to hide the disappointment in his voice.

daichi released a soft laugh.

"of course i know your name. i was worried you might have a concussion."

"it's sugawara koshi."

"sugawara koshi." daichi smiled as the words left his mouth. "i've seen you in school. i'm-"

"sawamura daichi." suga cursed himself for interrupting, but the flash of amusement in daichi's eyes was worth it.

"it looks like we already know each other."

suga didn't answer, too distracted by the fact that daichi was leaning towards him.

daichi was offering him a hand.

daichi touched his hand.

oh God oh fuck daichi was holding hands with him.

"is everything alright?"

"yes," suga squeaked.

"can you stand up?" daichi pulled him upright, supporting his shoulders to keep him steady.

suga knew how to walk. suga had known how to walk since he was a year old. suga knew how to walk.

but here he was, his legs were giving out underneath him and he sunk onto daichi, whose arm stopped him from hitting the floor again. suga was then pulled upright, daichi's hand on his back.

daichi was more attractive than gravity could ever be.

"you're bleeding," daichi remarked, his fingers brushing away the hair covering suga's hairline to reveal a thin cut.

suga brought his hand to his forehead and felt the wetness of the blood that had pooled there.

"oh. sorry."

"you don't need to apologise."

suga had nothing to say to that; every nerve in his body was tingling as he realised that daichi was still touching his forehead.

"koshi?" suga didn't even register that daichi was calling him by his given name. "koshi, you're spacing out."

and all of a sudden daichi's lips were millimetres away from suga's, so close that suga could feel his warm, vaguely minty breath.

"koshi? i think you're going into shock."

of course suga was shocked. shocked that touching daichi hadn't made him spontaneously combust into a homosexual mess.

he bit his tongue before he accidentally confessed his love right there and then.

daichi examined him with a worried glance.

"you look cold. i'd give you my coat or something, but it's wet and i don't want you getting colder."

"i'll be okay," suga mumbled.

"you should probably go home. or-" daichi furrowed his brow as he thought. "i could get you a warm drink. i live just over there." he pointed to some houses situated on the other side of his field.

suga was about to mention that he already knew where daichi lived, but stopped himself just in time.

"are you sure?"

daichi nodded.

"you can come with me. i don't want to leave you out here."

suga knew he wasn't supposed to go into other people's houses. suga knew his mother would be wholeheartedly against this idea. suga knew he should politely decline and make his way home to sort out his forehead.

the voice of reason was loud.

the thought of getting to spend more time with sawamura daichi was louder.

"okay. thank you."