How it should be

Déjà vu

"God Asahi, he was an angel." Daichi spoke a soft voice, knowing how worn out his friend probably was. A soft mumble from the other line confirmed it, bringing a soft smile to Daichi's lips. He thought about his friend, how much he could've changed over the last two years. Daichi found himself wondering how school was like for the other boy after he'd transferred. He wondered if he's made any good friends and if they'd brought him out of his shell at all. He wondered if he was still the same lanky boy with long hair and a lopsided smile.

"Hey, Asahi?" Daichi called out to him softly, which was answered by a soft sigh and a mumbled 'hmh?'

"Asahi, you're going to Karasuno right? I hope we get to play volleyball and hang out like we used to." Daichi could feel a smile tug at his lips from the memory of volleyballs against the bricks of their school walls and the cold morning air nipping at their cheeks and hands.

Daichi is brought back to earth by his friend making a happy sounding noise in his half asleep state and muttering, "Of course Daichi."

"Night Asahi." Daichi Yawned, a small smile still at his lips.

"Night Dai." He answered almost cheerfully.

Daichi tossed his phone onto his nightstand and turned out the lights, his mind on highschool and the angel boy.

He woke up the next morning to his phone twinkling and buzzing rapidly. He reached over, making several tired attempts at grabbing his phone with one hand, the other rubbing across his eyes. He let out a yawn as he flipped his phone open, showing him the 5 unanswered text messages from his mother. At this he groaned again.

From: Mom

Daichi, i'm picking up extra shifts and won't be home until later tonight.

From: Mom

Oh, how did entrance exams go?

From: Mom

I'm positive you got in!

From: Mom

There's leftovers in the fridge, please don't forget to eat and clean up after yourself.

From: Mom

Love you Dai!!

Daichi smiled, his mother had never been a very great texter, she'd space out all her sentences and you'd normally end up with about twelve messages at once. He keyed a reply of 'Got it, love you too!' before shutting his phone and placing it back onto his nightstand. He got up from his bed, stretching his arms and core as he did.

Daichi never really had anything planned as when Asahi had left, he took Daichi's only friend with him, and Daichi was never really that great at talking to new people. He wandered aimlessly around in their small living room, trying to think of something, anything, he could do today. His thoughts drifted those from last night, of Asahi and volleyball and how things used to be. He felt his heart grow warm at these thoughts, desperately wishing to be back in that time. Daichi was never very good at making friends, and Asahi had just stumbled into his heart and refused to leave. He'd always wondered what life would've been like if he'd never met Asahi.

feeling a sudden wave of sadness and exhaustion, Daichi laid himself down on the couch in the middle of his living room, allowing his eyes to once again close and his mind to wander into deep sleep.

Daichi didn't remember ever getting up, but somehow now he was standing in the middle of a crowded street, an endless swarm of blurred, unrecognizable people passing him by. The sound of shoes slapping against concrete were the only ones to be heard, besides Daichi's own unsteady heartbeat that pounded through his whole body. He looked around for any sight of anything familiar, catching only fleeting glimpses of memories. everything around him seemed familiar and yet strangely not, like he'd remembered certain flickers of images but he knew he'd never seen these people and never been to this place. A sudden cracking and pounding noise rang through his mind, shaking him out of his trance and causing his to look around for any sort of cause. He whipped his head to the left, listening to the pounding in his head that wasn't consistent enough to be his pulse, as he did so, he caught a glimpse of silver and a muffled cry. He ran that way, not knowing what he expected to see, but not expecting to see angel boy, restrained by his arms and legs, black wings shot out of his back, fluttering violently. Angel Boy's eyes were scrunched closed, mouth forming silent shouts, hands reaching out for the glass separating him and Daichi. Daichi pound at the glass, hoping for the Angel Boys attention and succeeding. Angel boy's eyes flew open, tears streaming steadily down his flushed, pink cheeks, bottom lip slightly quivering. Daichi could feel his heart break at the sight and before he knew if , his mouth was forming words he didn't even know were on his tongue. "SUGA" a scream ripped through his throat, "I'M HERE DON"T WORRY."

He punched at the glass again, screaming relentlessly. He wanted to save the boy, he couldn't stand to see someone so in pain. He looked up to see Suga looking at him, scared.

he had no idea what had compelled him to do so but at that moment he reached out, reaching for Suga's bound hands. Before he knew it, his hand was through the glass like it had been nothing but air, like the sheer thought of Daichi's want to save Suga was enough to cause the glass to dissipate. Daichi, then stood up, walking completely through the glass, towards the weeping boy. "it's okay Suga, I'm here now."