rule number three

part four

part four

despite the fact that suga had never once set foot in the sawamura household, he was immediately at home. the place felt like daichi, exuding a warmth and comfort suga hadn't experienced before.

daichi returned from the kitchen with a mug in one hand and a plaster in the other.

"for your head," he explained, setting the mug down in front of suga.

suga lifted it to his lips. the hot chocolate was well made, with just the right amount of sugar and cream.

"it's perfect," he observed. "how did you make it so perfect?"

"i watch you order hot chocolate at the school cafe." daichi sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "i promise i wasn't stalking you."

he pressed the plaster against suga's forehead and smoothed out the wrinkles.

"it should heal nicely." he paused for a second. "how does it feel?"

"it's alright."

"do you want me to kiss it better instead?" before suga could respond, daichi's lips grazed the side of his head, so close that suga was afraid daichi could hear what he was thinking. daichi stood up straight, a smile appearing.

"i think it worked."

"uh, yeah. yes." suga rubbed his cheek to try and hide the blush that was beginning to form. he took off his gloves, setting them down on the coffee table so he could warm his hands on the mug.

"tell me about yourself," daichi said, leaning against the wall. "i mean- i already know a bit about you. but i want to get to know you."

"you want to get to know me?"

"yeah. you seem like the sort of person i'd like to be around."

"what do you mean by that?"

daichi shook his head, laughing.

"i want to be friends with you, koshi."

"you do?" suga tried to slow his breathing. "i mean, that's great. yeah. that's great."

"i never imagined that the first time i properly spoke to you, you'd be bleeding onto my coat, but all's well that ends well."

"yeah," suga said quietly. "i'm glad i got to speak to you."

"we should speak more in the future, if you want-"

"i need to go," suga blurted. he had been too aware that every second he spent with daichi was a second his mother would berate him for. he needed to get home before she asked for his whereabouts. "sorry."

"that's fine." the smile didn't fade from daichi's face. "so, are you going to join in again tomorrow?"

"maybe." suga wanted to say yes, but he didn't want to make empty promises. he stood up from daichi's sofa and started towards the door.

"hey, koshi?" daichi's voice was soft. "i hope i get to see you tomorrow."

suga bit his lip.

"i hope so too."