20. top of head kisses — AsaYachi
It hadn’t occurred to him at first.
The mere idea of ballroom-style dancing was as daunting as it was
foreign to Asahi. He had managed to avoid it in his youth and for the entirety
of his adult life. It was one of the perks of people believing he was a
delinquent; girls never asked him to dance, and that was fine by him.However, once he set foot into the wedding hall for Daichi and Yui’s
rehearsal dinner, it hit him fast and hard that no one was going to get him off
the hook this time. The vast dance floor might let him blend in, but he could
never hide from Suga, Daichi’s hawk-eyed best man.His brain spinning its wheels at a light speed, Asahi found himself
elbowed three times by Ennoshita, who sat to his left, just to snap him back to
attention when he was being addressed.When the dinner let out, Asahi wanted desperately to bolt for the door,
but a soft voice behind him held him back. “Azumane-san?”
Tag: azumane asahi
Dominance: Part 4
And the main event! I might write more, if I get inspiration or there’s interest. Please enjoy!
~Admin Emma@tsuumei / @duuuurtystuff art that started it all
The ride home had been absolutely torturous. Asahi refused to respond to your hand on his thigh, passively staring out the window and holding your hand in his. A ghost of a smirk played on the corner of his lips, and every time the private car took a turn, he used the opportunity to press further into your hip. You scowled–bastard was doing it on purpose. You’d never been happier to see his apartment complex as the driver pulled into the resident drop off area. It took all your self control not to scramble out of the car and haul Asahi conspicuously into the elevator. You knew him–if he would barely touch you in the car, there was a solid chance he wouldn’t ravish you in the elevator.
You were right.
Amazing Emma!! I reblogged part 4 cause it has links to the rest of the story. Make sure to start with part 1 of course!
Can I request Asahi Azumane and Kuroo Tetsurou scenarios (separate) in which they get to know their s/o through the internet chat? After a loooong time they decided to meet and see how their relationship would develop irl. They didn’t send a single pic to each other so this first meeting… Can be interesting. (Bonus: S/o is vv shy and a little bit scared of touch but didn’t told them about it.)
I used Recovery of an MMO Junkie as a huge influence on these. I loved writing them, though! They were super fun!! Enjoy
~Admin Emma
Asahi
Breaking his leg was by far the dumbest thing Asahi had ever done. He would regret getting that damn motorcycle until the day he died, especially where a mild crash with it resulted in him being totally hung up in bed for at least six weeks, possibly more. He spent a solid day and a half after getting out of the hospital pouting. He was bored, damn it, and he could only handle so much of Daichi and Suga’s company before they either had to leave or he was ready to bodily throw them out, broken bones be damned. If Suga made one more Evel Knievel reference, Asahi might have to forget he was a nice person.
After he pouted, he got to work on his homework and his studies. His time in the hospital put him a bit behind schedule, and this way he could get caught up and then some. Maybe even get ahead, or do some extra credit. It really seemed to work out perfectly; he was a slow studier, and his mild attention issues often got the better of him, so it could be a great way to kill a lot of time.
Except that he lasted about four days before his brain felt fried and he just couldn’t take it anymore.
After getting caught up on his reading, watching as many trashy dramas on Netflix that he could handle (it wasn’t many), checking out that anime Suga’s… person kept recommending (he made it to episode three), and killing a few pages in his sketchbook, he hadn’t managed to make time go any faster. He was still hung up in bed. He could get up to go to the bathroom and that was about it. He was ready to climb the walls, or maybe just crawl out of his own skin.
About two weeks into his sentence, Daichi recommended an MMO he’d been playing with his girlfriend. It had really appealing character designs and a high skill floor, so it seemed the perfect solution. He made his character as pretty and bishonen-esque as he could just for shits and giggles… the farthest thing from himself that he could. He named his character Vaughn because he’d watched most of Vision of Escaflowne while he’d waited for the game to install and he was obsessed. He took up the starting quest and started exploring.
Within an hour, he had a chat notification pop up.
Nina: Hi there! Are you trying the Devil Dungeon Event?
Asahi was skeptical at first, because he didn’t see which avatar had pinged him, but then he saw someone doing some sort of pre-animated wave emote. He waved back before responding.
Vaughn: Yeah, I was thinking about it. Still have to grind, though.
Nina: Actually, our tank sort of bailed on us. My group could run you to 20 really fast and then we could do it together.
Asahi was still skeptical–he’d heard about scams like these–but he really did want to try the event, and on his own it would definitely end before he could even attempt it. He figured he’d just bail as soon as they started asking for personal information or money or something.
Needless to say, things went a lot quicker with three higher-level characters helping him out and outfitting him. He was invited into their group chat and he learned they were especially funny, but Nina-san was very nice. She seemed to just keep the group together, seeing as the two DPS players were ridiculous humans. They played and grinded through levels and chatted until Asahi looked up and he’d been playing for eight hours. They’d done the dungeon twice and walked away with several loot boxes he couldn’t wait to open.
Nina: Goodness, I didn’t realize it was so late. Thanks for helping us out, Vaughn-san.
Vaughn: Don’t mention it. It was fun.
Nina: Would you like to game with us again sometime? You’re really good. Is this your first character?
Vaughn: In this game, yeah.
Nina: That’s surprising! But the guild is taking part in a raid tomorrow night after we all get off work and school and stuff. What time’s good for you?
Asahi scowled, though not at Nina. He’d just started to forget that he was literally stuck in bed.
Vaughn: Aahh… I’m sort of free whenever. I can’t get out of bed for another month or so.
Nina: OMG are you sick!?
Vaughn: Broken leg. Crashed my motorcycle.
There was such a long pause–so long, Asahi was afraid Nina had disconnected–but she came back eventually.
Nina: That’s so cool! Well, the motorcycle thing… not the broken leg thing.
Vaughn: I appreciate that.
Nina: Anyway, we’re hoping to get started no later than 7:00 or so, so DM me whenever you log on, kay?
With that, she was gone. Asahi should have been tired, given how late it was, but he was strangely exhilarated. Despite the fact he’d just spoken to her in snippets about the game and they’d each given perfunctory details about their lives, he felt connected to Nina in a way. Maybe it was the barrier of the screen… that he could talk to her. He’d never been able to talk to girls like this in real life.
Assuming Nina is a girl. She could be anyone. She could be Daichi for all you know!
Asahi shook his head to banish his intrusive (if sensible) thoughts. He snapped his laptop closed, not bothering to shut it down. He couldn’t get to sleep–he was too giddy–and he had trouble pinning down why.
Over the course of the next few weeks–between doctor’s’ appointments, PT and slowly-but-surely returning to classes and eventually, practices–he kept logging on every day to play at least a quest or two with his guild, but mostly to talk to Nina. She (and he was convinced she was a she) seemed to like talking to him. Sometimes, after the entire guild logged out and it was late and they didn’t have any more quests to do, they’d just go to a private area and talk about nothing. He learned all about her, and she learned all about him. She was ecstatic when she found out they lived close enough to each other.
After a long time, he finally figured out why it was so hard to say goodnight every night; he was in love. It wasn’t long after he made this realization that Nina and him had… the conversation.
Nina: So, you’ve been logging on a lot less lately. I take it your doctors are letting you back out there?
Vaughn: Yeah, I’m mostly free. Doctor Nishimi isn’t thrilled that I’m back at practice, but I don’t have much of a choice. I’m on scholarship and my leave of absence has already been extended.
Nina: You can’t overdo it! If you hurt yourself even worse, you won’t be able to play at all!
Vaughn: Don’t worry, one of my teammates had a friend with a bad knee back in high school. He’s making sure I take it easy.
Nina: Look, I know we’re both busy and all, but… Vaughn I think I might… could we meet sometime? Soon?
Asahi froze. Hadn’t he wanted this to happen? Wasn’t this end game? Or… well, would it be weird? There was a distinct possibility–the only thing he knew for sure about Nina was her love of this game (and any loot box that guaranteed something extra pink and extra adorable). But that wasn’t it… and he knew it.
He knew that if he met her, she’d have to see him. In all his 188 cm glory, with his fucking man-bun (which he still hadn’t gotten rid of, for some reason) and goatee and too-wide shoulders and his scary face… and she’d reject him. And he didn’t want Nina–his Nina–to reject him. Not when it was so good.
Despite all his fears and trepidations, though, he did want to meet her. He wanted to see Nina for real. And go on a date and buy her coffee and call her by her real name. So he agreed to meet on their next day off.
Which was the next day.
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He was looking for a pink cardigan, which sounded just… too cute. He shouldn’t have been surprised, given Nina’s enthusiasm for all things cute and pink in the game. He swallowed hard, debating if he should get decaf today so as to not act completely spastic when he finally met her. He tugged on his wine-colored sweater, trying to not put too much pressure on his left leg, and waited. He didn’t want to be too overt scanning the crowd, in case Nina was there and thought he was a molester or something. Then he’d go to jail and Nina would think he stood her up, which just… wouldn’t be good.
“Um.. excuse me.”
Your small voice at his elbow nearly made him jump, but it was worth the fright, because you were wearing a pink cardigan. His eyes widened at the bright smile. You were so cute!
“N-nina?”
You grinned even wider, a precious pink blush across the tops of your cheeks; “Actually, my name is ____. You must be Vaughn, then.”
“Asahi,” he corrected. “Azumane Asahi.”
“Well, then, Azumane Asahi, should we get a table? This place has amazing crepes, and their coffee is actually really good given the price.”
He smiled, a bubble of pressure releasing from his chest. He followed you to a shaded table under the kitschy awning, ready to get to know you for real.
Kuroo
Kuroo had a dilemma. A quandary, if you would. A predicament. It was the shittiest predicament ever, and he was pretty sure that if he brought up his predicament to Yaku he’d get his balls ripped off for being “ungrateful” but it really wasn’t that simple. See, his dilemma was just this; he liked two people.
Now, to people who’ve never gone through such a trial, it wouldn’t be so bad. Liking two people and all. And some people could take advantage of the fact, especially given how young he was and how prevalent casual dating was. But people weren’t Kuroo. People weren’t the serial monogamist who looked like some sort of casual-sex God (apparently… Kuroo still found that high school reputation highly unsettling) but was in reality a giant cuddle spoon full of shmoop and love.
The other problem was he didn’t exactly know the other person he knew. He gamed with them from time to time, when he got a free hour or so, but they communicated mostly via Skype’s chat function. He’d never even seen their picture. He didn’t even know their real name. But they were an awesome person–they put up with his sense of humor, they could keep up with him, they didn’t seem to mind listening to him pour his anxieties all over them at 2:30 in the morning when school was hard and grad school applications were piling up and what the fuck even is a statement of purpose? And they just… listened. And it felt so nice to just be heard.
And then… well, and then there was you. He didn’t have quite as intimate of a relationship with you as he did with his online friend, but he still liked you. You and him had similar classes, similar taste in music and movies, even similar senses of humor. There were times when he’d tell his online friend a joke only for you to nearly parrot it at him the very next time you saw each other. Most of all, though, you were sweet and caring and beautiful… and for that matter real. Like, he knew you were real. And that was the problem.
His online friend had never seen him, so they got to know him separately of his reputation and his appearance. He could really be himself, whereas sometimes with others–even you–he always felt like he was putting up a front. It wasn’t any fault of yours, it was just an old habit that was hard to break. It was hard showing everything to someone and having them reject it… he knew from experience.
He didn’t know what to do about any of this, but he knew that if it was keeping him up at night he should probably solve it soon. The problem was that there were three people he typically went to when it came to this sort of thing, except Bokuto was at this hyper-intense training camp with the rest of the National team hopefuls, Kenma was caught between research for his undergrad thesis and applications to grad school, and, well… the other person was Nao-chan…
He huffed under his breath, opening his laptop and tapping it impatiently to get it to load faster. He pulled up Skype; Nao-chan’s icon had the little yellow bubble next to their name that showed they were away. Kuroo decided to message them anyway and hope they’d get back to him when they got back.
Kuro-kun: I have a conundrum. Can you talk?
Kuroo smirked at his own name. It was his handle in the game he played with Nao-chan. It wasn’t exactly creative, but too much of his mental energy went to school and maintaining his volleyball scholarship to come up with fancy names for his MMO characters. He went to get his bag to maybe work on some studies, thinking that Nao-chan probably wouldn’t be at their computer for a long time.
Instead, the little indicator lit up with a new message.
Nao-chan: Sure thing, Kuro-kun. The doctor is in. Tell me about your mother.
Kuroo laughed; Nao-chan could always get him to laugh. They were a lot like you that way.
Kuro-kun: Very funny, Doctor. It’s stupid, but… well, it’s kind of serious.
Nao-chan: Are you dying?
Kuro-kun: Not any more than most people. No, it’s more of a moral quandary.
Nao-chan: Oya oya? Now this I have to hear.
Kuro-kun: I know it’s weird hearing this from me, but could you be serious for a second?
Nao-chan: Sorry, sorry. Bad habit. Seriously, Kuro-kun, you know you can tell me anything. Talk to me ❤
The little heart emoji made this so much harder, but he didn’t want to tell Nao-chan that.
Kuro-kun: See, it’s like this. There’s this girl in like… half my classes. And she’s smart and pretty and she’s really nice. She likes the same music and books and stuff as me, and we have a lot in common and she likes my friends…
Nao-chan: She sounds perfect
Kuro-kun: That’s sort of the problem. I mean, it would be easy to just… pretend that she was the only one. But the problem is I like someone else.
Nao-chan: More than her?
Kuro-kun: Not more or less… just different. See, I can be honest with this person. I’ve told them things I don’t tell anyone. I’ve let them see a side of me I don’t let anyone else see. But I’ve never even seen their face. Maybe if I knew what they looked like… if we talked face to face, it would be easier. Then this other person would be confirmed real and… I sound like a raving lunatic, don’t I?
Nao-chan: Kuro-kun…
Kuro-kun: It’s you, Nao-chan. I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t.. I don’t want this to end. I want to get to know you better and see you and… all that other gross coupley stuff that couples do. Like get coffee and talk about our day without euphemisms. I want to see your smile and hear your laugh and I want to talk to a person when I talk instead of just typing it out. I totally understand if you’re not comfortable. Those are just my feelings.
There was a long pause. A heartbreakingly long pause. Nao-chan went horrifically silent. It was long enough that Kuroo sat and questioned every decision in his life that had lead this moment. He paced around his apartment twice, fed his cat, got a snack, boiled water for tea, and had a very minor panic attack in the time it took for them to respond.
Their response wasn’t something he could have ever anticipated.
Nao-chan: Do you have your webcam set up? If so, don’t respond. Just… start a video call with me.
Kuroo didn’t question it. He immediately hit the little video button, not caring that his laptop was probably in a place where he looked like shit on camera, and his apartment was a mess, and he was pretty sure he was wearing Bokuto’s Spyair sweatshirt, which sent so many wrong messages…
Then, his screen filled with a face. Your face. Your… your perfect, beautiful smiling face. You looked just as surprised as he was, but that gorgeous look of shock and awe was something he wanted to see over and over and over again.
“Hey there, Kuro-kun,” you said, somehow sounding so much better now that he knew who you were. “Nice name, by the way. Did you spend a whole ten seconds thinking about it?”
He couldn’t even defend himself from your teasing. He was too busy trying to not embarrass himself by breaking down into the most ridiculous tears any grown ass man had ever produced. He didn’t have to choose… he could have it all.
When did he get so lucky?
Absolutely amazing!!!! First, I LOVE, like really, really love MMO Junkie so you hooked me there right away (that and your writing is kick ass). Two, both of these are so perfect and made me smile so big! I love these dorks and can totally picture them doing all of this.
Also it’s so fun for college AU scenes of the third years.
So good Emma!
I loved your Types of Hugs! Could you do Types of Kisses for the Karasuno team, including managers and coaches? I know it’s past your character limit so if not that’s fine. Thank you!
[I don’t mind doing Types of ____ for whole teams actually, since it’s just assigning them to the different sections, so no worries and thank you for requesting that!!! And your lovely comments on your reblogs -3-]
Types of Kisses – Karasuno
Eskimo Kisses: Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yachi Hitoka, Takeda Ittetsu
Forehead Kisses: Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi, Ennoshita Chikara, Tsukishima Kei, Shimizu Kiyoko
French Kisses: Sugawara Koushi, Ukai Jr.
Cheek Kisses: Nishinoya Yuu, Ennoshita Chikara, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Shimizu Kiyoko, Yachi Hitoka
Bite and Nibble: Sugawara Koushi, Nishinoya Yuu, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Ukai Jr.
Blowing a Kiss: Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Kageyama Tobio (in his most awkward fashion), Takeda Ittetsu
Awwwww! These are so cute, I love Kageyama’s 😂 Thanks for doing these!
I’m so glad you’re back! Can I please have head canons of Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa and Aone adopting a pet with their s/o? I couldn’t find your rules so I hope I didn’t go over the character limit. Thank you!
[Rules are not visible when you’re on mobile (also because I didn’t put a link in my description), but Admin Jade is fine with our Karasuno third years!]
Sawamura:
- Sawamura would try to raise his and his partner’s puppy early on, scolding it calmly whenever it accidentally peed on the floor or chewed up one of his shoes
- At first he wouldn’t agree to it sleeping in their bed, but he would slowly come to accept it, after feeling it curled up on his side every single morning
- He would probably take naps with the dog sleeping on his belly, and even though he would sometimes struggle to breath with each month of the puppy growing, he certainly wouldn’t want to miss it
Sugawara:
- Sugawara wouldn’t mind getting something more exotic, agreeing with his partner that a parrot would make quite the interesting pet
- Upon discovering that their pet had the talent to repeat certain sentences almost too perfectly, he would start teaching it different phrases -> he would mainly focus on compliments aimed at his partner and whenever the bird, sitting on his shoulder, repeated that his partner looked stunning, a cheeky grin would pull up the corners of his mouth
- Sugawara also wouldn’t be able to hold back his laughter whenever the parrot left a poopy souvenir on Daichi’s back
Asahi:
- He would agree that perhaps starting with something small was a good idea, since he would worry a lot about not being able to care for it properly
- Asahi would let his partner choose one of the many hamsters in a pet shop and would fight the urge to grip the fabric of the shirt covering his chest when his partner showed him the fluffball that was their child now
- His hands would always get shaky and sweaty whenever he would hold the hamster and once it started licking his palm and looking at him with its big, dark eyes, Asahi would probably feel like he had been blessed by God himself
These are adorable!!! I loved Asahi’s so much! Thank you!
college-sized headcanons
Karasuno Edition | Nekoma Edition | Seijoh Edition | Fukurodani Edition | Shiratorizawa Edition
- suga wears glasses when his classes are in big lecture halls, and in his dorm when he’s doing his readings for the next class
- don’t talk to daichi before he’s had his morning coffee
- tanaka and noya are the type to skateboard to class
- people learn to jump out of the way when they see them coming, because they will race each other and probably race the bicycles, too
- everyone wants to dorm with asahi because he can cook
- hinata gets lost on campus for the first two months
- he still does sometimes, but some kind soul helped him download a map onto his phone
- kageyama visits the same cafe every day to get his daily dairy
- said cafe probably has a special booth just for him (in the back because he tends to scare the freshmen away with his scowl of concentration)
- ennoshita is constantly dragging his friends into his next film projects
- or he’ll drag them with him to film festivals
- kinoshita often falls asleep in the library
- as a result, narita ends up going the long way to check the libraries until he finds kinoshita and prods him awake
- guys still try to hit on kiyoko, but her friend circle makes sure to always be on guard for each other
- she shows up and becomes assistant to every self-defense class
- yachi can often be seen lugging around canvases too big for her
- hinata and kageyama still race each other to class
- tsukishima is the type that always manages to get the best study spots, and refuses to move once he sits down with his laptop and headphones on
- yamaguchi finds himself swarmed by his classmates for extra help
- suga is very popular for goukons, but he refuses to go more often than not
- daichi is voted best RA every year
- asahi is known to offer to walk girls and freshmen home after dark (after layers of rumours about his scary appearance)
- tanaka and noya are Responsible Frat Boys that make sure nobody is peer-pressuring at parties and that everyone gets home safely
- they are also known to show up at events for the free food
- kinoshita will show up to class in his pajamas
- hinata sets off the fire alarm with his microwave more than once
- yamaguchi signs up for ALL the puppy therapy sessions
- after exams, tsukishima goes to his favourite cafe to treat himself to cake
- no one sees suga during exam season
They’re beauty, they’re grace
they are their team’s Ace
WOW!!!!! This is amazing!! @vambaer look at your Iwa-chan!!
How about a pumpkin patch date imagine with Ennoshita or Asahi, whoever the inspiration comes for? ❤️❤️❤️
why not both, since i love them both dearly! (and we never get anything for ennoshita, i’m so happy to write for him!)
anyway, how about those strong boys? like, ennoshita’s first name literally means “power” and he can literally carry noya and tanaka by their shirt collars at the same time. i don’t think we give him enough credit at all
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Ennoshita
“How about…this one?!”
You grunt, lifting the pumpkin by its bottom to show off to Ennoshita. It’s strange; you swore it looked much lighter than it was. That or you weren’t as strong as you thought you were. Either way, Ennoshita takes it out of your hands with more grace, earning a sigh of relief from you.
He should have no problem carrying it under one arm, while holding your hand with his free hand while the two of you walk back to the pay station.
“It’s kind of small,” he says. “It might be harder to carve a good picture into it. We could probably get a bigger one.”
Part of you wishes he was only teasing, but his expression is too genuine for that to be true. He’s probably right, though. Since you want to carve a more intricate face into your jack o’lantern, a bigger pumpkin might be for the best. But you there’s no way you’ll be able to pick up anything heavier than the one you just handed over to him.
“Okay, but you’ll have to carry it,” you sigh. “With two hands.”
Ennoshita cocks an eyebrow at your remark. At this point, he can read you well; he knows you’re not sighing because you can’t carry it on your own. “What?”
So cute!!!!!
Asahi Hair Head Canons
To quench your thirst. These came out less NSFW (but I tagged it that way anyway just in case) and more sensual but I hope everyone enjoys them nonetheless, especially since I threw them together in the span of about ten minutes.
- Settle down on the couch with him in front of you to watch a movie. Innocent enough to get him in close proximity (though he’s eager to be close regardless of his nerves). Start slow by pulling out his man bun and have the foresight to keep a brush that is strictly for him at your house and use it to get out any knots. He.will.melt.
- Once his locks are clear of any possible tangles, use your fingers to gently card through the strands, sometimes playing with them by twisting lengths with your finger before pulling it out to let it fall back natural. Just those gentle tugs will probably get his blood flowing a bit faster but you’re nowhere near done yet.
- Take it one step further and go from light pulls of his hair through your fingers to gently scratching his scalp with every pass. No doubt you’ll feel him shiver and see goosebumps pop up all over his arms. Don’t be surprised if he’s taking a few more deep breaths that usual.
- Move on from playing with the strands to massaging his scalp using finger nails and gentle pressure. This will pull a low groan from his throat that he tries desperately to keep back but fails. At this point his eyes are closed and head is down giving you better access to reach all of his head.
- Gather his hair into a pony tail, making sure to get every last strand which will make you do little tugs here and there which he loves, before pulling hard enough to draw his body backwards while simultaneously skirting around to straddle his lap.
- His throat is most likely exposed due to the unexpected power of your movements, so latch on and suck. His big hands, if they aren’t already, will be grasping your hips in a nano second and his half hard dick will rise to the occasion.
- “I think you like me dom, Asahi-san,” you say playfully nipping his ear.
- That’s all it takes for him to roll on top of you, heedless of being on the ground, to latch his mouth to yours. Let go of the grasp on his hair to be enveloped in a cascade of soft, male locks that smell like the ocean and love while he ravishes you.
I have much love for Karasuno’s ace, he was pretty much my first Haikyuu crush! – Admin Jade
Contribution to SS on haiykuties.
Can I get #24 of the drabble prompts with Asahi? Angst to fluff maybe? Thanks!
Of course you can! ❤ I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope everyone enjoys reading it too!
Prompt: “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”
For better or for worse, it was finally here.
Graduation day.
Honestly, it felt like it came way too fast. You told yourself, every single day, that you would finally confess to your 3rd year crush before he left.
Most students were either scared of him or disappointed that he wasn’t what they expect, but he was the most amazing person to you. Handsome, sweet, yet surprisingly easy to scare.
Still that’s what made him so cute and endearing.
You had wanted nothing more than to just be able to talk to him more, to see him more, and thank him for all the times he helped you over the past 2 years you spent at this school.
And yet, here you are, an even bigger coward than THE Asahi, biggest coward in the whole school.
You could only sigh and watch from afar as he stood over by his friends. They were laughing together and he occasionally let a tear fall down his eye as they recalled all the fond memories they had.
It was useless now. You passed up any chance you could have had with him and you knew it. This was the last day you could even see him, and yet you could hardly even look at him anymore, feeling tears of your own welling up in your eyes as you slowly head toward the school gate, getting ready to leave.
“Umm, excuse me.”
Upon hearing his voice, you jumped but immediately turned around. At first, you thought maybe you were being too hopeful. That maybe he was calling out for someone else. And yet you look up, and it’s you he’s looking down towards, with eyes seemingly a bit too open.
“A-are you crying! Oh- I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! It’s just- my friend- he said that I should ask you a question and-”
“It’s fine, Asahi-san! Y-you didn’t scare me at all! Umm, what did your friend want you to ask me?”
“Really?” He let out a sigh of relief, ”I’m glad I didn’t scare you. Anyway, I’m not really sure what my friend meant, but he wanted me to ask you “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” Or, uh, something like that, I think?”
You look off to the side of Asahi to see Nishinoya giving you a thumbs up. Mouthing words that you can’t really understand, but you nonetheless get what he’s trying to say.
You looked back up to Asahi and took a deep breath.
“Asahi-san, I wanted to ask you out all year, but I… I just couldn’t find the courage to confess. So umm…” You bowed low and quick, undoubtedly startling him,”C-Could I please have your 2nd button?!”
There was a moment of silence and you couldn’t bear to look up again. Surely you messed all this up. You should’ve just walked away, or made something up.
“___-san, c-can I see your hand?”
You immediately shot up, startling Asahi yet again. Your brain is running auto, You don’t even question him, just nearly punching him in the gut from shooting your hand out so fast.
He let out a nervous chuckle before gently placing one of his hands under yours before hovering over with his other, gently placing the button in your hand.
“Thank you, ___-san, for telling me how you feel–”
“DON’T WORRY ____-SAN! I’LL GIVE YOU HIS NUMBER TOMORROW!”
“N-NISHINOYA!”
Awwww!!! This is so sweet! I love my handsome cinnamon roll! Thank you! Guys, go follow @@hq-hq-headcanons and request your fave Haikyuu character with a number from the drabble list!
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