Four out of Six (daisuga sad ff Ao3)

Four out of Six

Summary:

"I'm going to die soon."
Daichi looked up from his reading at Suga's sudden words.
"What?"
"I said I'm going to die soon," he repeated calmly.
The setter, who was lying on his back on the bed, rolled over onto his side and looked down at where Daichi was sitting on the floor. Daichi set down his book beside him. Suga gave him a small smile. Daichi frowned.
"Don't say that."
"Why not? Because it's true?" When Daichi didn't reply, Suga reached out and tousled his hair. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard for you to hear me say things like that. But it helps me come to terms with it. Do you understand?"
Daichi closed his eyes and sighed. "I do." But that doesn't mean I've come to terms with it yet.
When Suga is diagnosed with cancer, it takes everything in Daichi's power to accept that within the year his best friend would no longer be alive. But that didn't mean he'd given up hope. So when Suga presents Daichi with his bucket list, Daichi does everything in his power to make Suga's last six request come true.
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Notes:

This is part of the Haikyuu!! Summer Big Bang. Thank you to the mods, who hosted this, as well as my artist Tomomi. (Link to their art is at the end of the fic)
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Work Text:

It began when Suga didn't show up for practice.
Sawamura Daichi, third year and captain of the Karasuno men's volleyball team, was confused. Sugawara Koushi, fellow third year and vice-captain, was not the type to skip unannounced. If anything, he was the type to show up for secret practices with the first years and mentor them during lunch breaks. Daichi knew this was the case. So the fact that Suga wasn't at practice was just plain weird.
"Sensei! Have you heard from Suga?"
Takeda-sensei seemed a bit surprised by the question. "Sugawara-kun? No, not at all. Why? Is something wrong?"
Daichi shook his head. "I'm not sure. He's not at practice, but I saw him yesterday."
Frowning, the captain excused himself and headed up to their changing room. He pulled his phone out from his bag. No new messages. Daichi sent Suga a quick text.
To: Suga
Hey, just wondering where you are.
Asahi came up to the room.
"Daichi? We're starting in a minute."
"Okay. I'll be right there."
Seeing as there wasn't a reply Daichi put his phone away and headed back to the gym. Morning practice came and went. Suga didn't show up. He stared at his phone during homeroom, but still nothing. Maybe Suga was sick?
Daichi tried to reason with himself that there was nothing wrong, and that Suga would text him if anything were to change. Still, morning classes went by at a snail's pace. By lunch Daichi was anxious. He still hadn't heard from his friend.
It took until right before afternoon practice for Daichi to finally--finally!--get a reply.
From: Suga
sorry!! I had a doctor's appointment today. and my phone died, haha!!
To: Suga
Is everything okay?
From: Suga
im fine! ive been feeling ill the last couple of weeks, so my mom wanted to take me to the hospital and get some bloodwork done to make sure its not anything serious.
From: Suga
dont slack off at practice today! ill be there tomorrow.
To: Suga
I'll see you then, then.
Putting his phone back in his bag Daichi laced up his sneakers and headed down to the court.
All was well. Or so he thought.
Or so anyone thought.
Everything went back to normal for about a week and a half. Suga returned, reassuring everyone that everything was okay and he just had to go to the doctor's office for cautionary care. The team fell back into their usual rhythm. The Golden Week training camp and their first practice match with Nekoma went as smoothly as they could imagine.
Soon after the test results came back. Suga missed a half day of school for when he had to return to the hospital to get them. When he returned for lunch he didn't look well. Daichi was immediately concerned.
"What's wrong?" he asked when the two of them had settled for lunch.
Suga picked at his food for a little bit.
"Suga? How was your doctor's appointment?"
He shrugged. "I got my bloodwork back."
"And? It was fine, right?"
"...cancer."
Daichi frowned. Surely he misheard him. "What?"
"..."
"Suga?"
"I have cancer. According to the doctors."
"You're kidding, right? Right?"
"I'm not, Daichi, okay? I have cancer. That's a fact."
"How bad is it?"
Suga smiled. "Honestly? Pretty bad!"
The smile was definitely forced. Trying to pull himself out of shock, Daichi said warningly, "Suga, stop. Just answer, um, honestly."
"It's manageable. Especially now. But I'm going to start treatment next week. They're making me a treatment plan as we speak, probably."
Daichi nodded. The two ate their food in silence for a bit.
"So how are you doing?" he asked.
Suga giggled. "You don't have to ask me every few seconds, Daichi. I'm not dead yet."
Daichi frowned. "Please don't joke around like that."
"What, death jokes? Come on Daichi, it'll be fine! The doctors said they can probably stop the cancer from spreading with aggressive chemotherapy."
"Probably?"
"It'll be fine , Daichi," said Suga firmly. "What's the worst that can happen?"
You could die.
The answer hung heavy and silent in the air. Daichi finally cleared his throat.
"Well," he said, "I guess all we can do is see how everything goes."
"Yeah..."
"Will you still play volleyball?"
Suga laughed. "Of course! Nothing can keep me off the court! Now hurry up and eat. Lunch is almost over."
Daichi checked the time and swore, shovelling his rice into his mouth with gusto. Suga watched him with a strangely wistful smile as he finished his own meal.
On the day of their first Inter-High match, Suga, Daichi, and Asahi somehow met at the crossroads.
"Ah!"
It was rare the three of them would meet in the morning like this. Usually Daichi would already be unlocking the gym by the time Asahi and Suga were heading to school. They exchanged good mornings before walking to school together in silence.
Asahi was the first to break it as they neared the school.
"You know, this is going to be our last-"
"Don't say it."
Asahi blanched. "What?"'
Daichi and Suga fixed him with identical looks of annoyance.
"You were going to say something sentimental, weren't you?" asked Daichi.
"Something like, 'This is going to be our last Inter-High,' or something, right?" Suga added.
They both smirked at Asahi's shock. No doubt he was going through the very dialogue in his head.
"You can't say things like that. It's not like we're going to die," Suga said firmly.
Daichi and Asahi paused for a moment. Suga noticed they weren't following him after a couple of seconds and turned around.
"What?" he asked. "Did I say something weird?"
Asahi just shook his head, obviously relieved. Daichi was smiling.
"Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "No one's dying. Not this year at any rate. Right now all we have to do is think of the games ahead of us."
After Karasuno's elimination during the Inter-High tournament marked the beginning of the bulk of Suga's chemotherapy treatment. Once every other week he would go to the hospital for chemotherapy, every day was filled with pills.
Suga's birthday came and went without a hitch. The team had a small celebration for him before their afternoon practice began.
It wasn't until four weeks in, just a couple of days before the Tokyo camp, that there was any major change. That morning Suga came in sporting a new look.
"You're wearing a bandana," said Daichi, surprised.
Suga laughed sheepishly. "Yeah. My mom bought some the other day. Because of, you know..." He swept generally at his head. "It started coming out in clumps the other day. It's...weird."
"Is that normal?"
"The doctors said it was a possibility. And that most of it would happen within a few weeks." Suga laughed dryly. "Looks like I can't keep hiding it forever."
Asahi walked in as well. He was surprised at first, but didn't say anything past complimenting its blue color.
"Will you wear it during the training camp?" he asked.
Suga's mouth pinched into a tight line. "I'll think of something."
And that he did.
"A wig?" asked Asahi, incredulous.
"Yeah! It'll last the weekend, hopefully." Suga adjusted it a bit before turning around. "Well? How does it look?"
The color was a bit off, lighter than his naturally hue, but it wasn't bad.
Asahi nodded. "Passable."
"Good. The team knows, but I don't want it to be the forefront of all conversation among other teams at the training camp."
Daichi nodded. "Then you're coming."
Suga beamed. "Great!"
"How is the wig though? Honestly."
"Itchy."
"And how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, Daichi. Now stop. I'm only playing for the morning. After that, Kageyama will be in and I can rest." When the captain didn't look convinced, Suga sighed. "Listen, I'm well and good. Okay? So don't worry so much."
By August it was very clear Suga wasn't doing as well as before.
He wore the wig most of the time now. He'd lost weight. He was also out of school more often now, having to visit the doctor more often. Daichi asked about it, but to no avail. Suga would simply smile and brush it off like he always did.
It wasn't brought up again until after they left for Tokyo. The bus ride went smoothly, but Suga was up at the crack of dawn groaning. It woke Daichi, who was sitting next to him.
"How are you feeling?" Daichi asked.
Suga looked pale.
"I'm fine," he said firmly.
"Are you sure you're okay to go to the training camp?" Daichi asked, his voice laced with concern. "I'm sure we can arrange for you to go home early."
Suga sighed. "All I can do at this point is what I can. I want to be there, Daichi, and I'm going to stay for the whole week."
"It'll be tough. And hot, I heard."
"My parents already called and found all the hospitals in the area. Worst case scenario I can go to the nearest one there." Suga patted Daichi on the arm. "I'm fine. Don't worry so much."
"But--"
"He'll be okay," Asahi said, leaning over the aisle.
"His health, though..."
"He just said he'll be fine. I'm sure he will be. And worst case scenario, Suga will sit out for a while and go to the hospital."
"I'm right here, you know," Suga grumbled. "Also, sorry for waking you, Asahi."
"It's fine," he said with a yawn. "We're almost there anyway. I think."
That they were. Within two hours they'd arrived safe and sound in Saitama. They were greeted by Nekoma. Excitement was in the air.
Suga stood aside from the group a bit. He was already sweating, and the humidity wasn't helping in the slightest. Even the gym was unbearable. The whole team changed quickly. Suga tried to ignore the way his ribs were beginning to stick out, or how his hair kept getting caught on his shirt.
"Huddle!" Ukai called.
"Suga," said Asahi, "your wig's slipping."
"Ah! Thanks."
He quickly adjusted it before joining the huddle. Ukai was looking through his notes as the team gathered.
"Sugawara."
"Yes?"
"You're not to play more than fifteen minutes at a time. And you are exempt from any punishment the team may face today. Doctor's orders."
Suga bowed slightly. "I understand."
"Just take it easy, alright?"
After that came general announcements, what to improve on, what to look for, and the starting lineup. Suga ended up on the bench for most of the day, until Hinata and Kageyama fell out of sync. He was in for a long as he could be.
The first day went smoothly. As did the second, and the third. Daichi continuously tried to get Suga to eat more with each meal, to which the setter would push the plate away and tell Daichi to calm down.
"I'm fine, Daichi," he would repeat. "Stop pestering! You're worse than my mom!"
"I'm just worried."
"And I can take care of myself."
The captain and vice captain arguing didn't sit well with the team. That, on top of the multiple losses, the strained relationship between all the first years, and the heat, really wasn't good. By day four everyone was antsy.
It didn't help when, towards the end of the day, Suga fell to his knees in the middle of a practice match.
"Suga!"
The setter was on his knees, hands over his mouth. He was definitely greener than usual. Coach Ukai was the first to jump into action.
"Give him some space!" he barked at the crowding teammates. They reluctantly moved aside.
Takeda-sensei kneeled down beside Sugawara. "Are you okay, Sugawara-kun?"
Suga looked conflicted, but in the end he shook his head.
"Alright. Let's get you outside, okay? We'll go straight to the hospital. I'll drive you. Ukai-kun, call his parents. If someone could please gather Sugawara-kun's things and leave them in the room. We'll grab them when we get back."
"You heard him!" Ukai barked. "Kinoshita, grab his things. Narita, you're out. Kageyama, Hinata, take their places."
Kiyoko handed Suga a bottle of water. He took it, but didn't drink any. Takeda lead him out of the gymnasium and towards the parking lot. It was the last anyone saw of their setter that day.
Two lost sets later, the day was over. Karasuno carried out their punishment with their usual dignity.
Dinner was a silent affair. No one felt like practicing after the events that had transpired except for Hinata and Kageyama. Both went to their separate areas and worked harder than before, until Daichi scolded them for over exerting themselves and sent them off to bed.
It was later, during the captain's meeting, that Suga's condition was finally brought up. He hadn't returned from the hospital yet. No one had gotten any updates on how he was doing either.
Daichi was obviously tense, having spaced out multiple times during the meeting. Despite not being the true vice-captain for Karasuno, Asahi was quick to fill in the spot. He took down notes dutifully and spoke when Daichi wasn't.
"So what's up with Sugawara-kun?" Kuroo asked Daichi as they all settled down to play cards. "Is he sick? I overheard the coaches saying he'll be in the hospital for the rest of the week."
Daichi didn't reply, so Asahi did for him.
"Cancer."
Everyone was silent, giving Daichi and Asahi sympathetic looks.
"I'm sorry," Kuroo said quietly, patting Daichi's hand. Daichi nodded in acknowledgement.
"He's getting better though, right?" asked Akaashi.
Asahi expected the usual 'Of course!' from Daichi. It never came. He turned to see the captain staring down at his lap with a tight jaw.
"Daichi?" he asked.
It seemed to snap the teen out of his. He blinked slowly and looked up.
"About that... Suga didn't want me telling anyone, but I think I should be honest with you..."
"Noya! And Asahi!" Suga was all smiles as his two friends walked in. "It's been a few days. How are you guys? How's the team? I heard from Daichi you're all planning to visit tomorrow when I'm released, and that I should act surprised."
It was a couple of days after the summer camp had ended. Suga had been transferred from the hospital in Tokyo to the one back in Sendai. All the team knew was that he was staying for a few days until he was stable and the doctors were able to run a few tests.
Suga smiled. Asahi looked like he was on the verge of throwing up. Noya was livid.
"Why the hell did you stop chemo if you're not cured yet?"
Sugawara sighed. "I figured that's why you came."
Asahi looked down at his feet in shame. "I'm sorry. I know you didn't want me telling anyone..."
"It's fine. You've always been bad at keeping secrets. And if anyone were to figure out, it would be you, Nishinoya." Suga turned to Noya. "Yes, it's true. I'm no longer continuing my chemotherapy. I just met with my parents and my doctors, and we agreed that this would be for the best."
"Why? Because you're better?"
"Nah," he replied with a laugh. "Because it's easier."
Nishinoya was practically vibrating with anger. "So you're just going to take the easy way out? Is that it?"
"Noya," warned Asahi. "Please."
"The Suga-san I know wouldn't just give up like that! He would fight with everything he's got!"
Suga stared out the window. "He would, wouldn't he?"
"THEN WHY AREN'T YOU FIGHTING? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GIVING UP?"
"Noya!" Asahi began to scold, but was stopped by Suga. His friend shook his head before giving Nishinoya a sad smile.
"Because I'm not getting better."
The silence that followed was deadly. Nishinoya was standing, seething with rage, but underneath all of the anger Suga could see another emotion in his eyes.
Fear.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, voice impossibly quiet.
"It," Suga started, then stopped. He swallowed. "It means what I just said. I'm not going to get better. I'm going to die. I'm going to die, and there's nothing in this world that can stop that. I've been lying to everyone when I said I was getting better. It felt like it for a bit too, especially when I was still able to go to school and practice. But it's been getting worse. The cancer is spreading, and even aggressive chemotherapy could only do so much. The doctor's told me it's terminal."
Noya was just shaking his head back and forth, eyes vacant.
"You're lying."
"Why would I lie about something as valuable as a human life?" There was a steely edge to Suga's voice that made Nishinoya flinch a bit. The setter's expression softened almost immediately. "I'm sorry. I was just informed they weren't able to stop the cancer from spreading. It's now reached Stage Four."
"What does that mean?" Noya's voice was so small. It was so unlike him.
Asahi was the one to speak first. "There's nothing after Stage Four."
Suga nodded. "Exactly."
Noya teetered on his feet, then took a seat in the plastic chair by the bed. It took him a full minute to ask, "What exactly did the doctor say?"
"I was told it would be best I no longer play volleyball, and that I should consider dropping out of school within the next month or so. After that, I'll be on medication to help with the pain, the sleepiness, and the nausea the painkillers cause."
"Is it really that bad?" Noya asked.
Suga was silent for several seconds.
"I have less than a year left," he said. "Optimistically around six months."
Noya backed up from the bed. Suga had turned away. Asahi was crying.
"You can tell them all," said Suga, voice cracking. "The team, that is. They'll figure it out sooner or later. I'd rather they know."
The team visit was one of the bleakest events of Suga's life. The false merriment was dropped the moment he called them out, scolding the boys about being honest before smiling and giving each of them a hug. It was after several painful minutes of masked emotions that someone had the courage to bring up the real reason why they were all gathered there.
"You really are going to die, aren't you Sugawara-san," Hinata finally said.
He nodded sadly. "It looks like it. And don't make that expression! It doesn't suit you, Hinata-kun."
Tsukishima wasn't pleased.
"How can you say something like that?" he asked.
"It's okay. I've accepted it already. I had a good life. There's nothing to complain about, except maybe not getting that starting position this year." He winked at Kageyama, who turned away quickly.
"But-"
"Besides," he cut in, "there's no point wasting what time I do have left wishing for things I can't have. I might as well enjoy what I actually did."
Tsukishima didn't say anything. He just stood and left the room. Yamaguchi looked conflicted, glancing between the door and Suga. The setter waved him away.
"He's probably just upset. You can go check on him if you want."
Yamaguchi nodded, then left. He didn't return for over twenty minutes. By the time the freckled boy was able to coax Tsukishima out of the locked bathroom stall and back to the setter's room visitation hours were done for the day.
"Don't worry!" Suga said brightly. "I should be back at practice tomorrow! Though I'll be on the sidelines."
Tsukishima just nodded, bowed, and left. He was the last to go. No one commented on how red his eyes were.
"I'm going to die soon."
Daichi looked up from his reading at Suga's sudden words.
"What?"
"I said I'm going to die soon," he repeated calmly.
The setter, who was lying on his back on the bed, rolled over onto his side and looked down at where Daichi was sitting on the floor. He set down his book beside him. Suga gave him a small smile. Daichi frowned.
"Don't say that."
"Why not? Because it's true?" When Daichi didn't reply, Suga reached out and tousled his hair. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard for you to hear me say things like that. But it helps me come to terms with it. Do you understand?"
Daichi closed his eyes and sighed. "I do." But that doesn't mean I've come to terms with it yet.
Suga was, oddly enough, smiling.
"You know what's funny about being so close to death?" he asked suddenly.
Daichi was still frowning. "Absolutely nothing."
Suga ignored him, sitting up a bit. "It's that I've been a lot less scared to try new things. Because there's not much for me to lose. So I'm going to do something absolutely terrifying. Something I wouldn't dare do unless I had nothing left to lose."
Daichi turned towards him. "What do you mea--mmph?!"
Suga grabbed Daichi by the front of the shirt and pulled him up for a kiss. Daichi was too shocked to move. He sat, frozen in shock, as Suga's lips mashed against his. It took him a few seconds to pull away.
"I think I like you, Daichi."
"You think?" Daichi asked, slightly breathless.
The two stared at each other.
"Suga. I don't think I like boys like that."
"Oh. I see." Suga grinned sheepishly and looked him in the eye. "Was I a bad kisser?"
Daichi wasn't really what compelled him to reply by taking Suga's hand in both of his hands and kissing him again, but he didn't exactly regret the action. And judging by the smile on Suga's lips as they kissed, he didn't either.
Four days had passed since the kiss, and Daichi had avoided the topic with all of his might.
Everyone seemed to notice something was off with their captain and vice captain. Daichi was more civil with him, keeping him at arm's length. Suga, meanwhile, seemed sadder. The team figured it was because he wasn't allowed to practice with them anymore, but it became more and more obvious the cause was a certain someone.
It was the most unlikely of people who finally confronted the captain.
"Asahi?" Daichi smiled. "What's up?"
"You. Well, not up. But something's bothering you."
"Is it that obvious?"
Asahi's little wince was all the answer he needed. Daichi sighed and leaned back. Silence. Asahi finally pushed a bit.
"Is it something to do with Suga."
"It is." He paused. "I don't want to talk about it. At least, not here."
Asahi nodded. "Um... My parents aren't home, if you want to come over."
"Thanks."
. . . . . . . . . .
"He kissed you?!"
"Not so loud!" Daichi groaned.
"Sorry, sorry." Asahi lowered his voice, though he wanted to remind Daichi there wasn't anyone else in the house. "Um, so how was it?"
"Asahi, I think you're missing the point. Suga. Our classmate. Our teammate. He kissed me."
Asahi nodded slowly. "And...?"
Daichi flopped onto his back. "Nevermind."
"No, tell me what's wrong."
Daichi hesitated.
"Asahi, I'm not...gay."
"You don't have to say it like it's some disease. It's not like being gay is gross and wrong."
Daichi turned away. Asahi's perpetual frown deepened.
"Oh, don't tell me you're one of those straight people."
"What do you mean 'one of those straight people'? Why are you saying it like you're gay?"
Dead silence.
It took Daichi several long moments to compute what was happening. He gasped.
"Wait... Asahi, you're not... Are you?"
Asahi looked away.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Daichi asked.
"Because I was afraid something like this would happen."
Daichi felt absolutely ashamed of himself. How could he had made one of his closest friends feel like coming out would mean he was rejecting them? What kind of captain was he? What kind of friend was he?
Asahi picked up on Daichi's distress almost immediately.
"It's okay! You're the first person I've told, but it wasn't as bad I thought it'd be."
"Gee, thanks," Daichi deadpanned.
"Look, Daichi. We're in high school! People already make me nervous, and think I'm a fifth year, and tell me I'm too weak-willed. Imagine if they learned I was gay. I couldn't live with that. I'd rather just finish high school quietly without any more drama."
"Oh, it's not that."
"Hm?"
Daichi laughed. "I was just thinking how ironic it is that you'd be more mature about it than me!" His laughter trailed off as he though. "I care about Suga. Truly, I do. But I don't think I can lie to him like that. I don't know if I can love him like that."
"I understand."
The two sat in silence again, both mulling over their own thoughts.
"I don't want to date him because it's the dying wish of my best friend, you know?" said Daichi. "I want to date him because I care about him."
Asahi hummed in understanding. "Well, um... Did you enjoy the kiss?"
Daichi didn't reply right away. Asahi was immediately worried. "Daichi?"
"What if I did?"
"That doesn't necessarily make you gay, you know?"
"I know."
Asahi shrugged. "What do either of you have to lose?"
Daichi laughed at the irony. "Y'know, Suga said the exact same thing before he kissed me."
"So what are you going to do about it?"
The captain shrugged. "Well, I'll have to talk him soon, won't I?"
Daichi decided to talk to Suga the next day. It was Saturday. Due to his illness Suga took weekends off. So Daichi headed to the Sugawara's house (a place he was becoming increasingly familiar with) after noon. He let himself in, knowing the door wouldn't be locked.
When he entered the house, Daichi heard a small voice.
"Mom?"
Daichi stopped in the doorway. That was Suga. Daichi had never seen it sound so quiet and hopeless before. Instead of entering the living room he stood in the hallway and peeked in between the crack.
Suga was standing near the doorway, his back turned to his door. His mother, Sugawara Hiromi, who was sitting on the couch, set her knitting down and looked up at her son.
Suga took a deep, hiccup-y breath.
"Why me?" he asked.
Hiromi's face fell. She looked at her son with pitying eyes. "Oh, Kou-chan. Come here."
Koushi's mother embraced him in the next second as Suga broke down. Daichi could see his frail fingers clinging desperately to her shirt, shaking with fear and exertion. The two of them kneeled on the floor. Suga sobbed as he spoke.
"I-I'm not go-g-g-going t-to grad-duate h-high school. I w-won't go t-t-t-to college...or, or ask som-m-meone out. I won't have my f-first drink or my first ap-apart-apartment. I'll never g-go to my fr-friends' weddings, or get a job, or learn to dr-rive, or cook, or anything! I'm just gonna d-die without doing anything!"
He wailed. The sound wasn't even human anymore. It was something guttural and primitive and raw.
It was the most broken sound Daichi had ever heard in his life.
"I don't wanna die, Mom! I don't wanna die! Why does it have to be me?"
And all Hiromi could do was shush him and rub his back soothingly as Suga let it all out while she did her best to compose herself.
Daichi blindly took steps away from the door. He almost tripped on the rising from the genkan, but managed to catch himself without making any noise. He didn't even bother to put his shoes on all the way. Daichi got them on enough to walk away, closing the door as quietly as he could.
He ended up leaning against that same door and crying as well.
"Have I told you about my bucket list?" Suga asked.
It was three days after Daichi had seen his friend's breakdown. The two boys were at Daichi's house doing their homework. They were in their usual positions: Suga lying on Daichi's floor while Daichi sat at his desk.
The captain turned around. "A bucket list?"
"I made it during our first year. I honestly completely forgot about it, but I was going through some things in my room and I found it. I think it still applies."
"Can I see it?" asked Daichi.
Suga rolled over to his bag and pulled out a slightly wrinkled slip of paper. He got up and set it on the desk. Daichi picked it up and read it over.