There were two things Azumane Asahi was afraid of.
Well, okay, there were a lot of things he was afraid of, like car breaks failing suddenly or solar flares or Daichi seeing his math test scores or bird flu or-
The point was, there were two things Azumane Asahi was afraid of at that moment in time, and those were his future, and Nishinoya Yuu.
He guessed that if you wanted to combine them, you could, maybe, if you really felt like making things that much worse. If you didn't think the prospect of life after graduation wasn't a big enough hurdle, sure, you could throw love into the mix.
In fact, he'd sort of already done that. Thrown love into the mix, that is. That was sort of the problem with Nishinoya. While normally he was kind of a terrifying force of nature on his own, there was now a new element of fear involved, namely Asahi's big fat crush on the small and fearless libero.
He tries not to think too hard about it, most of the time. Tried not to think too hard about kissing right below that shock of bleached hair, or about the way Noya jumped for joy whenever he was excited. It made his heart thump like he'd just had a bad energy drink, and made his palms kind of sweaty besides.
He guessed, all things considered, that it'd be okay if his palms got sweaty now, since he'd already shaken the principal's hand and the only thing that could complain about it would be the diploma tube clenched tightly in his fingers
The innocuous black cardboard tube wouldn't tell anyone about the moistness of his grip as he considered what it might be like to really honestly be with the object of his affections. What it might be like to walk down the street with those selfsame fingers tangled around Noya's, what it might be like to be able to call late at night, just to hear his voice say "hey". He considered being able to... to...
...to confess his feelings and be met with disgust? With disdain? Or worse, be met with a pitious, false agreement to go out with him, if only not to ruin the friendship they'd so carefully pieced back together?
What could he possibly have to offer someone who could so flawlessly pull themselves upward? Azumane Asahi, more timid than the mice he's hidden on countertops from, and Nishinoya Yuu, who would take on the world if it got in his way.
His shoes had only just hit the sakura-petal covered pavement outside the auditorium when a familiar slap on his back knocked the breath out of him. It knocked the rumination out of him as well, and he turned to it's grinning source.
"Well if it isn't Asahi-San! Now you finally look your age, you high-school graduate."
His hand had lingered on Asahi's back, and he swore it burned for reasons beyond the smack.
"So what are you going to do now, Graduate-San" Nishinoya held up an invisible microphone to Asahi's face, doing his best serious voice, which might have been to imitate an announcer. He wasn't actually sure, because at that point he was too busy with his heart stopping in his chest, and the question that had been asked of him. His face grew hot, and he wiped his palm on his pants.
"I... I think..." His hand, moving upward and feeling entirely as though it was it's own separate entity, curled around the hand Noya was holding up. Noya blinked, Asahi gulped.
He pulled Noya forward, bent down, and pressed their lips together.
A moment passed before the hand wrestled free of his own and arms circled around his shoulders. As he placed his hand on the small of Nishinoya Yuu's back, he thought that maybe for him, because of him, he could take on the world too.
FILL: Team Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, G
There were two things Azumane Asahi was afraid of.
Well, okay, there were a lot of things he was afraid of, like car breaks failing suddenly or solar flares or Daichi seeing his math test scores or bird flu or-
The point was, there were two things Azumane Asahi was afraid of at that moment in time, and those were his future, and Nishinoya Yuu.
He guessed that if you wanted to combine them, you could, maybe, if you really felt like making things that much worse. If you didn't think the prospect of life after graduation wasn't a big enough hurdle, sure, you could throw love into the mix.
In fact, he'd sort of already done that. Thrown love into the mix, that is. That was sort of the problem with Nishinoya. While normally he was kind of a terrifying force of nature on his own, there was now a new element of fear involved, namely Asahi's big fat crush on the small and fearless libero.
He tries not to think too hard about it, most of the time. Tried not to think too hard about kissing right below that shock of bleached hair, or about the way Noya jumped for joy whenever he was excited. It made his heart thump like he'd just had a bad energy drink, and made his palms kind of sweaty besides.
He guessed, all things considered, that it'd be okay if his palms got sweaty now, since he'd already shaken the principal's hand and the only thing that could complain about it would be the diploma tube clenched tightly in his fingers
The innocuous black cardboard tube wouldn't tell anyone about the moistness of his grip as he considered what it might be like to really honestly be with the object of his affections. What it might be like to walk down the street with those selfsame fingers tangled around Noya's, what it might be like to be able to call late at night, just to hear his voice say "hey". He considered being able to... to...
...to confess his feelings and be met with disgust? With disdain? Or worse, be met with a pitious, false agreement to go out with him, if only not to ruin the friendship they'd so carefully pieced back together?
What could he possibly have to offer someone who could so flawlessly pull themselves upward? Azumane Asahi, more timid than the mice he's hidden on countertops from, and Nishinoya Yuu, who would take on the world if it got in his way.
His shoes had only just hit the sakura-petal covered pavement outside the auditorium when a familiar slap on his back knocked the breath out of him. It knocked the rumination out of him as well, and he turned to it's grinning source.
"Well if it isn't Asahi-San! Now you finally look your age, you high-school graduate."
His hand had lingered on Asahi's back, and he swore it burned for reasons beyond the smack.
"So what are you going to do now, Graduate-San" Nishinoya held up an invisible microphone to Asahi's face, doing his best serious voice, which might have been to imitate an announcer. He wasn't actually sure, because at that point he was too busy with his heart stopping in his chest, and the question that had been asked of him. His face grew hot, and he wiped his palm on his pants.
"I... I think..." His hand, moving upward and feeling entirely as though it was it's own separate entity, curled around the hand Noya was holding up. Noya blinked, Asahi gulped.
He pulled Noya forward, bent down, and pressed their lips together.
A moment passed before the hand wrestled free of his own and arms circled around his shoulders. As he placed his hand on the small of Nishinoya Yuu's back, he thought that maybe for him, because of him, he could take on the world too.