Some nights I call it a draw

Noya is hidden under some rubbish pile on the road, because even though they can run faster than Snatchers, there is no way Suga is risking their life for food. This, now sounds great, a nice deal – someone is walking down the road, they look rather weak, if Suga can just offer some "help" and run away with the heavy bag they're carrying… Suga hopes it's food. Or goods. Anything valuable, anything he can get some sort of profit off. They're not starving, because apparently Suga is too charming to be left to die, but if they can put enough money aside to buy Noya back from the Snatchers, should they ever catch him, they'll both sleep better.

It isn't even a question, Noya will get captured, every kid ends up in the Snatcher Sack one day or another, and this has Suga's smile all cramped on his lips when he gets closer to the bag – the person carrying a bag. The women must have met himalready, because she drops her bag without a sound and turns back to run. Which is good, he can release their grip on his switchblade now.

Or he can't, shouldn't have, the thought whirls out of Suga's head as he's tackled to the ground by someone way stronger than him. His arm is bent back at an awkward angle, the switchblade flew some feet away when the man stomped on his arm. And there he goes, he's going to die because of a too good to be true bag of maybe valuable stuff. Pathetic.

"Iwa-chan, don't !"

Suga knows that voice. Suga would have died to hear that voice again and is probably going to die right now when he finally does hear it again, but the metal bat is going away and not near their face – he's not breathing anymore.

"Koushi ! It's you ! It's really you ! I'm so glad !"

Tooru is peppering kisses all over his face, Tooru is here and safe and so alive – his knee is wrapped up in so many layers of cloth Suga can only tell it has swelled a lot because he knows what to search for and he still can't breathe, but Tooru is alive-

"Shittykawa, we need to go, I saw that tall Snatcher you were worried about."

"Fuck. Fuck, Hajime, we need to run. Koushi, I love you, I love you, I'll find you back again, I'm sorry, I love you-"

Muscled man grabs Tooru under the arm, half carries him out of the street, and they're gone. Suga can hear the low whistle of bombs falling and his voice crying at the boy on the other side of the street that he has to run, or they're both going to die, and that they'll see each other again.

The bag isn't even here anymore, he didn't notice if anyone took it away with them, but he's probably not noticing a lot of things if Noya is the one shaking his shoulder because they still have a long walk until they reach the next safehouse.

"That was… Oikawa, right ?"

"Yeah."

Suga can't stop shaking, should be starting to breathe because the tightening in his chest is never a good sign, but he can't. Noya is still here, through, wringing their hands, shooting wild glances around – yeah, Muscles talked about a Snatcher.

"Let's go, we need some rest."

I have some more hc on that :
- Noya is not actually a kid but short enough that the Snatchers will try and capture them anyway
- Oikawa switched from "Iwa-chan" to "Hajime" the day his knee gave up and Iwaizumi just sighed and carried him on his back to their safe spot, and took care of him until he could limp again
- Suga met Noya while they were fleeing from the bombing sites and since they had both lost their parents, they decided to wait together for them to show up, until there were so many Snatchers around they just couldn't stay in the same place too long anymore

I realised putting the tags before the chapters could kind of spoil some stuff so I'll stop doing that. The warnings for the whole story remain: violence, war, injuries, character death...

I hope you enjoyed this chapter ! I'll try posting more regularly (or, writing the chapters regularly and not two at a time then none for days...)