To those of you asking how I am, I'm well! Thank you for your concern and comments, I'm trucking through life like everyone else in these crazy times and hope you all are well too 3 I've had a couple people ask if there are any ships in this fic and my answer for that isss… I do my best to stay as cannon as possible, so not exactly… But if you squint you can see the emphasis on Daichi and Suga's bond haha It's up for interpretation, but this fic will mainly focus on feelings and friendships so we'll def see a lot of heartfelt moments between them! As for requests, I've never done them before, but feel free to toss them down and I will see if I can get to them and do them justice! Thank you all for the favorites and comments, they make me so happy DX

"Get up, get up, I don't want to fucking die, let's go." Number five hissed hurriedly, he was yanking on Kanda's arm to get him to his feet, but the large bleeding boy wasn't moving fast enough.

"Five." Daichi counted in his low voice, fingers curling into fists once more as he looked to Tanaka and Nishinoya, nudging his head to the side in a silent command for them to get off the third player.

Doing as they were instructed, the two snarled their reluctance but freed number seven and watched as he scrambled to his knees, lurching in the direction of the other two and pulling at Kanda's other arm.

"Four."

"Shit, give us a second, we're going!" The two muttered flustered, but Kanda looked less than terrified as he was hauled to his feet, in fact, he looked pissed.

Blood running over his lips and dripping from his chin to his jersey, Kanda turned his darkened eyes to Daichi's which raged with a vengeful fire, and glared back. He didn't flinch as Karasuno's captain continued to count, but he allowed himself to be urged into a standing position as he was practically drug passed the other third year. Locking eyes as he came within arms-reach, the black-haired boy muttered his parting words as Daichi counted to three.

"Better hurry, your loser is calling."

Daichi's lip raised in a growl as his tone somehow managed to grow more dangerous.

"Two."

By one, Kanda's teammates had managed to force him around the bend in the hall and were berating him vehemently for trying to get them killed. There was a pregnant silence when Kita Wasaki's players could no longer be heard, then a soft moan and a whimper from the ace who now stared at his hand as if it were a cobra instead of a fist.

"I can't believe I did that- I don't know what came over me…" He said with awe, his eyes large as Nishinoya came jumping to his side and slapping him on the back with boisterous encouragement.

"You were damn scary for a minute, nice hit, Asahi!"

"I- I can't believe I did that…" He repeated, Daichi scoffing as he snapped out of his own trance, and quickly made his way to the small redhead who crouched over Sugawara.

"I'm mad you got to do it, I was hoping they took too long so I could get my turn."

Sugawara heard the captain approaching before he saw him and in no time at all, he was ushering Hinata to move over and crouching beside the setter as he remained hunched on the tiled floor. He'd managed to catch himself mainly on his hands and knees after Daichi ripped the other teen away, but now he fought to not collapse as he blinked stars out of his eyes. Placing a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder as he swayed, the captain spoke softly and bent to see his face.

"Suga, are you alright?"

"Probably shouldn't-"Sugawara took in a hissed breath as he put too much pressure on his dominant hand and gracelessly shifted so that he was sitting. "Answer that."

With a distant awareness, the aching player acknowledged a burning pain in his knuckles and stifled the urge to moan at yet another injury. Beside him, Daichi placed a firm hand against his friend's back to keep him upright but grabbed his right wrist to examine the jagged gash that ran the length of his knuckles.

"Damn, this looks like it's going to need stitches. You put everything you had into that punch, didn't you?" Daichi asked with what sounded to be a mixture of surprise and approval.

Looking at the brunette with a grimace, he tried to give his voice more energy than what he felt capable of but still sounded quiet and hoarse.

"Didn't think I'd get more than one."

Sugawara was familiar with situations that required an all or nothing attitude, the same urgency was required of him on the court these days. It was imperative he pull out all the stops, go all in, or else his allotted time would slip away even quicker.

The corners of Daichi's mouth were pulled down as he watched Suga struggle to talk, he was worried his friend might have incurred a serious injury from being knocked around so much, surely this would only aggravate his concussion.

"Suga-san, no offense… But you look really bad. You're not going to die, are you?" Hinata asked, his face twisted with concern as his hands balled into fists and knelt beside his upperclassman.

Giving a half-humored laugh despite himself, the setter tried to focus his gaze on Hinata even if he was mainly a blurry silhouette and fought to remain conscious.

"Could be… Preferrable." He murmured, but Daichi's grim hum of disapproval had him regretting he'd spoken the thought out loud.

By this point, the group of boys had come to surround Sugawara on the ground again and he was really starting to loath being the center of attention. He wasn't a creature to be pitied, he just wanted to fall into his bed and remain under the covers until his heart and body stopped torturing him.

"Don't talk like that Suga. We should get your hand wrapped, we're headed to the bus but we can stop by the infirmary again to-"

The captain didn't finish his sentence before his friend was giving a jerky shake of his head.

"No," He cringed. "Just wanna go home, 'm fine."

Looking between one another, the group of boys traded doubtful glances.

"Suga, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you're literally bleeding all over the place. Can you even see how many fingers I'm holding up?" Tanaka asked, holding up two fingers and making the older boy frown as he squinted at the double image of his hand.

He focused on it for a full ten seconds, but then decided not to answer and shook his throbbing damaged head.

"Not going back, help me get up." He demanded, dragging his legs toward him and reaching out to grab at Daichi's shoulder to support himself as he tried to stand.

He didn't make it off the ground before he slumped sideways into the brunette, clenching his eyes shut as the world tipped and the spinning left him feeling weak. Giving a woozy groan he buried his fingers in Daichi's jersey and held on for dear life as the captain gripped his biceps to steady him.

"I told you, dude, you look like crap," Tanaka repeated, his hands on his hips as he shook his head, but this only made Sugawara give another groan as he leaned into Daichi, his voice a broken plea against the other's shoulder.

"Just take me home… Please... I wanna go home."

There was a sharp pain in Daichi's chest when those words left Suga's mouth, he'd never heard the fiery-spirited boy sound so… Defeated. Perhaps it was just his injuries, but something had really done a number on the silver-haired setter, and it tore at his heart.

"Alright, we'll get you home." Daichi assured softly, noting the way Sugawara relaxed in his grip slightly and ignoring Tanaka's protests so he could look up and find the team's manager.

"Kiyoko, there're bandages in the first aid kit, right?"

"Yes." She nodded, but hesitated as she looked down the hall. "I left the bag in the gymnasium though."

A little voice piped up from behind Yamaguchi and Tsukishima then, and the short blond first year peeked out from between the duo's arms. She looked terrified, but she held up the heavy navy medical bag with determination.

"I've got it, Shimizu-senpai, I made sure nothing got left behind." She squeaked, then slipped between the two boys to make her way over to Daichi and Sugawara.

Kneeling on the floor beside the two third-year boys with Kiyoko, Yachi set the bag in front of them as Daichi guided Suga to sit back down, and quickly unzipped it. The injured setter winced, and his eyes squeezed shut tight as he was propped against the captain, but he didn't protest.

"We can only try to stop the bleeding, for now, you're going to need a trip to the hospital tonight. Let me see." She said, reaching out to take Suga's hand and frowning as she took in the painful sight.

Turning it in the light for a second, she reached into the bag and withdrew a brown bottle labeled 'peroxide'.

"I'm sorry, this is going to sting." She warned, then looked to the light-haired teen for approval.

His eyes remained closed as he nodded, but she took this as a go-ahead and began to liberally mist his right hand with the disinfectant, withdrawing some paper towels from the kit as Sugawara gasped and gritted his teeth. His hand trembled and flexed as the peroxide did its job, but he managed to sit still for the most part, even as his breath came in shallow, uneven, spurts.

Kiyoko worked quickly to dab away blood and disinfectant, Yachi acting as her assistant and handing her each thing she requested until Sugawara's hand was bandaged thickly in cotton and gauze.

"There, it's as good as we'll be able to get it, this should last until you get home." She told him evenly.

Opening tired red eyes, Suga nodded faintly and murmured a quiet thanks, grateful he wouldn't be forced back into that stuffy infirmary with the overly kind nurse who asked so many questions. Onto his next problem.

"I don't think I can walk. My head… I'm dizzy." He admitted, reluctant as he looked up at the brunette and feeling pathetic.

The expression on the captain's face was serious as he watched the girls tend to his friend's hand, but it turned to a gentle understanding when he met Suga's pained gaze. As humble as Suga was, Daichi also knew of his pride and acknowledged how hard it was for him to ask for help. Patting him on the knee in the hopes it soothed some of his stress, the brunette thought for a moment and then gripped his chin as he turned his attention up to the guys standing around him.

"Tanaka, Asahi, think you could help get him onto my back? It's the easiest thing I can think of."

"Wh- What? I'm too heavy for that, Daichi." Suga insisted, his cheeks gaining some color back as he flushed, and the two other boys nodded and stepped forward.

Giving a soft chuckle, the captain grinned as he let Tanaka and Asahi take over supporting Suga, and looked over his shoulder to talk as he squatted down.

"I'm going to take that as a challenge. Come on, up you go."

Sugawara didn't have much room to argue as his arms were grabbed and he was tugged to his feet, but he did give a startled noise. Even if he'd wanted to protest, his head swam viciously and offset his balance, if it weren't for the hands that kept him upright, he'd have stumbled and ended up on the floor for sure. Before he knew it, he was lifted onto his friend's back and his arms were placed over his shoulders as Daichi hooked his hands beneath Suga's knees and hefted him up. For a second the motion was too much, and the setter's head fell forward to lay on the other's shoulder as his stomach heaved and he struggled to keep what little water remained in his body. Daichi felt his sudden tensing up and froze nervously as his friend adjusted.

"Whatever you do… Please don't throw up on the back of my head."

"Ugh… No promises..." Sugawara mumbled, his head still limp and resting on Daichi's shoulder.