“Wanna be my friend?”
It’s Daichi’s first day of high school and he’s so nervous that he feels like throwing up, but then a soft voice asks that question. Daichi turns around, confused, and sees a boy standing next to him. It’s the welcoming ceremony and they should be quiet. But the boy smiles at him, his eyes spark, and Daichi finds himself nodding. “Okay. I’m Daichi.”
“I’m Suga!” The boy says, and it’s easy like that.
“Wanna be my teammate?”
It’s one week into high school and Daichi wants to choose a club, but Suga is faster with his question and then it’s not really a choice anymore. “Okay,” Daichi says, “what kind of teammate?” Volleyball, it turns out, can hurt, and Daichi’s arms are blue after a week of training. But he’s never felt so happy and alive and like part of a new family, and Suga’s there, and they walk home together. So that’s nice, and it’s easy like that.
“Wanna write each other letters?”
He’s always too slow to ask first. The graduation speech of Daichi has driven tears down Asahi’s cheeks, and Suga’s crying, too, but for other reasons. He hugs Daichi so tightly that he feels like drowning, and Suga smells like flowers and oh why does he have to let go? “Okay. Every day. And we’ll phone, and there’s skype,” Daichi says and, when nobody’s looking and Asahi helps by blocking the view, Daichi cradles Suga’s cheeks and kisses him until he starts to sob and nod, wild, grabbing Daichi’s suit.
It’s not always easy like that. Two colleges, nights on skype, a fight that is followed by two weeks of silence. Daichi, taking a train to Suga’s uni and showing up in his dorm at 3 a.m. with tear-stained cheeks and flowers stolen from someone’s garden. Suga, calling him an idiot and letting him in, always letting him in and close and back into the arms Daichi has always loved.
In the end, Daichi manages to be faster with just one question.
“Wanna be something more than just boyfriends?”
When the ring fits onto Suga’s finger, it’s easy like that, and forever will be.
Moami 