Ship: Asahi/Nishinoya Fandom: Haikyuu Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Square: mutual assured destruction Word Count: 470 words
Soft domestic AsaNoya just to prove that I CAN, okay? Future fic!
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Behind him, Asahi could hear the clinks and clatter of Nishinoya cooking. The two of them usually cooked together on the weekends, making big batches of meals that they’d seal and eat over the weekdays, but sometimes Nishinoya came home and wanted to cook.
Asahi was never going to turn down a homecooked meal though he did feel vaguely guilty about not helping. Still, their kitchen was so tiny that it wouldn’t really accommodate his bulk as well as Nishinoya all that comfortably.
It was different on the weekends. They dragged the dining table over to the kitchen counter to triple the counter space but Asahi was far too exhausted to move furniture around right now. With the world in its current state, nobody was concentrating on work but as their manager, Asahi was still responsible for keeping them inspired.
Nothing was working! Bonuses, incentives, serious talks about their future at the company - nobody cared about any of it and Asahi couldn’t help but empathize. He didn’t care either and he worried, sometimes, that his secret diffidence was why he wasn’t able to inspire his staff.
“It’s almost ready,” Nishinoya called out. The smell of something rich and vegetable-sweet drifted over to Asahi, making him sniff appreciatively. Nishinoya’s carrots roasted in browned butter were one of his favorite treats, especially when served with sticky rice and some sort of teriyaka. The experimental nature of Nishinoya’s dishes had led to many odd combinations becoming Asahi’s favorites.
“It smells great!” Asahi called back. He’d already set the table for the two of them before plonking himself down to watch the news. Not that there was much point in it - he couldn’t do anything to change what was happening and they kept repeating the same news every day anyway with growing degrees of panic.
Nishinoya came up behind him and vaulted over the back of the couch, landing next to Asahi. He stretched out, resting his head on Asahi’s thighs, and turned his attention to the TV.
“Anything new?” He asked, reading the scrolling banner instead of paying attention to the subtitled speech of the Foreign Minister.
“No. They’re still talking about mutually assured destruction,” Asahi said. He smoothed his hand through Nishinoya’s hair, gently scritching at his lover’s scalp. “They’re still saying that nuclear war is an impossibility because the first person to launch a missile will have their country attacked in retaliation.”
Nishinoya snorted and rolled over, facing Asahi’s stomach rather than watch the TV. He pushed Asahi’s shirt up and played with his belly button, tickling it with the end of Asahi’s tie.
“Turn it off and come have dinner with me,” Nishinoya said.
He couldn’t do anything to change what was happening but he could change what Asahi was thinking about. That would have to be enough.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, C2 T
Ship: Asahi/Nishinoya
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square: mutual assured destruction
Word Count: 470 words
Soft domestic AsaNoya just to prove that I CAN, okay? Future fic!
***
Behind him, Asahi could hear the clinks and clatter of Nishinoya cooking. The two of them usually cooked together on the weekends, making big batches of meals that they’d seal and eat over the weekdays, but sometimes Nishinoya came home and wanted to cook.
Asahi was never going to turn down a homecooked meal though he did feel vaguely guilty about not helping. Still, their kitchen was so tiny that it wouldn’t really accommodate his bulk as well as Nishinoya all that comfortably.
It was different on the weekends. They dragged the dining table over to the kitchen counter to triple the counter space but Asahi was far too exhausted to move furniture around right now. With the world in its current state, nobody was concentrating on work but as their manager, Asahi was still responsible for keeping them inspired.
Nothing was working! Bonuses, incentives, serious talks about their future at the company - nobody cared about any of it and Asahi couldn’t help but empathize. He didn’t care either and he worried, sometimes, that his secret diffidence was why he wasn’t able to inspire his staff.
“It’s almost ready,” Nishinoya called out. The smell of something rich and vegetable-sweet drifted over to Asahi, making him sniff appreciatively. Nishinoya’s carrots roasted in browned butter were one of his favorite treats, especially when served with sticky rice and some sort of teriyaka. The experimental nature of Nishinoya’s dishes had led to many odd combinations becoming Asahi’s favorites.
“It smells great!” Asahi called back. He’d already set the table for the two of them before plonking himself down to watch the news. Not that there was much point in it - he couldn’t do anything to change what was happening and they kept repeating the same news every day anyway with growing degrees of panic.
Nishinoya came up behind him and vaulted over the back of the couch, landing next to Asahi. He stretched out, resting his head on Asahi’s thighs, and turned his attention to the TV.
“Anything new?” He asked, reading the scrolling banner instead of paying attention to the subtitled speech of the Foreign Minister.
“No. They’re still talking about mutually assured destruction,” Asahi said. He smoothed his hand through Nishinoya’s hair, gently scritching at his lover’s scalp. “They’re still saying that nuclear war is an impossibility because the first person to launch a missile will have their country attacked in retaliation.”
Nishinoya snorted and rolled over, facing Asahi’s stomach rather than watch the TV. He pushed Asahi’s shirt up and played with his belly button, tickling it with the end of Asahi’s tie.
“Turn it off and come have dinner with me,” Nishinoya said.
He couldn’t do anything to change what was happening but he could change what Asahi was thinking about. That would have to be enough.