rule number three

part two

part two

the sawamuras.

a wild, untrained family full of dirty, nailbiting children. a gang of thieves who couldn't be trusted; finding yourself in the vicinity of a sawamura had a similar threat level to that of a grizzly bear.

according to suga's mother, anyway.

suga had seen the oldest, sawamura daichi, a few times at school. he didn't exactly match his mother's description; daichi looked to be warm hearted and a genuinely good person.

he was also downright hot but that wasn't relevant right now.

suga left the house and began the walk to a playing field not too far from school. some of his friends had talked about having a snowball fight, so suga was planning on joining in, even though it his mother would be critical.

there were many rules when it came to suga's mother. no shoes on the carpet, no clothes left unfolded, no noise before seven am. sometimes, suga thought that his mother's constant desire for perfection was the reason his father had left last year. maybe he couldn't stand it any longer.

"suga!" suga's friend, fuji greeted him as he arrived at the field. there were already many people there, split into two groups which suga guessed were the teams.

"hi," he greeted.

"i didn't think you were coming!" fuji exclaimed. "but now you're here, you'll be on the same team as me..."

suga mostly drowned out his words, his gaze caught by someone else on the other side of the field. their back was turned, but suga obviously recognised the person whom he spent an ungodly amount of time staring at.

sawamura daichi.

"sugawara." fuji elbowed him to get his attention. "did you hear what i said?" he followed suga's gaze and smirked as he saw daichi. "you're still crushing on sawamura, huh?"

"no," suga defended. "he's just nice to look at."

"then buy a framed photo of him." fuji rolled his eyes. "anyway, i was saying that i think there's enough people to start the snowball fight now. are you ready?"

suga nodded. he bent down to scrape together a snowball, causing fuji to laugh.

"we're gonna need better snowballs than that." he gestured towards the other team, who now had a small pyramid of gleaming white projectiles, sparkling menacingly in the winter sun.

"wow. i didn't realise how serious it would be."

"get ready." fuji pulled his hood over his head and grinned. "this is war."