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hey hey!! i’m not dead! & neither is my muse, surprisingly. i am moving this muse -- this blog will remain as an archive, and from now on, noya can be found on largehearts, my multimuse. come prod me any time!

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There wasn’t even a moment where he questioned Noya’s request, didn’t hesitate in any of the serves he shot back over the net because he knows. He doesn’t need words to recognize that something’s bothering him, a swift deduction in the change in his demeanor from before school when they’d met up briefly. And if this is what he needed, if this was what would get him to wind down enough to open up about it, or at least get out all the nervous energy.

Of course his legs were starting to burn a little, the intensity of their recent practices on top of the extra serves was a bit much but…well, Noya’s movements are starting to get a bit more loose, and he’d gladly go through the bin a dozen times if it meant that he would feel even the slightest bit more at ease. As they collect the balls for the second time, however, he finally makes a point of reaching for the last one just as Noya does, letting his hand rest on top of it gently, almost laughable compared to the force he’d been hitting the ball with a few moments before.

“We can keep going if you want, but they are going to make us lock up eventually.” He murmurs, although that doesn’t stop him from scooping the ball into his hand, heading over to drop it into the bin with an almost surprising calm despite the obvious worry in his voice. “Otherwise the shop down the road should still be open, it might be a good idea to get something to eat.”

Noya almost laughs – it's incredible, how in sync they are. He was just about to suggest they finally stop; not because he couldn't keep going, but because he can see Asahi is tired, even if the other is trying to hide it for his sake. He wouldn't want the other to overwork himself just because Noya is in a mood. So he nods, and he even manages a smile, brought on by nothing other than the other's honest kindness.

“Good idea, let's just get wrapped up around here,” he says, tugging the ball from Asahi's grasp and plopping it back into the cart, which he then begins to roll towards the storeroom. “I'm buying,” he adds over his shoulder, his gaze soft, but still it's obvikous he's not going to accept any kind of argument. Maybe it's not about owing Asahi anything, Noya doesn't really keep tabs, but he wants to give the other something, because he really did manage to make him feel better.

#effodiiunt #let's keep this going

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He couldn’t help but snicker at the expression on Asahi’s face. If they weren’t in the middle of a public thoroughfare, he would have damn well kissed him on the cheek then and there, the other looked so adorable with that open look of awe. Of course, Noya wasn’t going to say that either; there was no point to embarrassing Asahi, especially when Noya only meant the adjective in its purest sense – namely, that he did adore Asahi, and he liked the feeling of what they had between them, how easy everything was now. It hadn’t always been – they’ve fought for this, and Noya would fight any day to keep it.

“Really?” He tugged the sweater up a little; if he let it fall down completely, it would have reached below his knees, Asahi was so much taller than him. But the height difference had never bothered him, and he couldn’t help the feeling of excitement at the prospect of wearing the sweater for the remainder of the schoolday. “Thanks! I’ll give it back to you before practice, too, then.” His grin was wide and completely unabashed. People were probably going to talk, but ultimately most of them (excluding a couple of very close friends) could only guess – and besides, the sweater was really cozy and warm, and everyone knew they were friends, so who could say it wasn’t just one friend helping out another?

“You don’t have to, really, like I said I have an extra anyway so…” He trailed off, knowing there was a tiny part of him that liked Noya wearing it, even as ridiculously large as it was on him (it was easy to forget how much smaller he was with how enormous his presence was). Besides…well, it was really cute, although he wasn’t quite at the point that he would admit that out in the open, he was still pretty easily flustered in the newness of their relationship. He hadn’t even considered what people would say about it, how obviously it wasn’t Noya’s, but it was probably better that he hadn’t, it’d only wind up sparking his anxiety a little.

He started at the sound of the bell that announced the end of the lunch period, fumbling as he nearly dropped the little heat pack he’d been holding onto. “Crap!” He mumbled, the tips of his ears going pink as he turned back to Noya, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I guess I’d better go, but I’ll meet you before practice, okay?”

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one of us seems not to tremble.

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“I can’t remember the name of it, it’s that one you borrowed from Tanaka that has all the explosions and stuff..?” He hoped that was the right decision, he doubted that Noya’s mind would really be on the movie anyway but he wanted to avoid anything that had a chance of being too heavy right now, too emotional. Of course, that might have just been his overly-cautious mind speaking, but he figured it was better to play it safe than end up stressing Noya out more than he obviously already was.

“I can grab another one if you want, though.” He added, adjusting the blanket around the both of them so it wasn’t awkwardly draped over Noya, his arm looping around his waist to draw him against his side entirely. He didn’t mind Noya being difficult, not when Asahi considered himself incredibly difficult to deal with on a daily basis, but more importantly it didn’t even feel like trouble for him (and maybe if he’d thought about it he would’ve realized that was exactly how Noya felt with him too). He turned on the movie anyway, figuring he could switch it out if that’s what he wanted. “I don’t mind if this is all we do.” He added, wanting to make sure that he knew that he really was fine with it. “We’ll have other days off.”

“Okay…” Truthfully, that description fit a small handful of movies, considering Noya's taste in movies was pretty similar to Ryuu's, so they borrowed each other's stuff all the time, but Noya didn't really care what the movie actually was. Though he did recognize the effort Asahi made to pick something he knew Noya would like, and he was touched by the thoughtfulness.

He snuggled into Asahi's side while the blanket was draped around both of them, smiling slightly. “I'm good like this.” And he was more than good, really – he wished they could stay like this for a long, long time. And it seemed that Asahi was okay with that, too, judging by what he was telling Noya. Of course, it was nothing more than a nice dream that would eventually end; he'd have to go talk to his mom, and Asahi would need to go home sooner or later, but – for now, he just wanted to sink into the moment and not think of anything at all.

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Asahi started at the other’s hand in his own, mostly focused on the relief of arriving at the apartment and being out of the heavier traffic of the evening rush. He was normally pretty alright driving, although it wasn’t his favorite thing to do he was certainly capable of it, but he was perfectly content just taking the bus or train if they needed to get anywhere because it tended to stress him out, at least in the city like this.

“I’m pretty sure you’d be fine, you’re tougher than anyone else i know.” He remarked softly, although there was a fond smile lighting his lips as he interlaced their fingers for a moment, brushing his thumb over he back of Noya’s hand. There was a brief stretch of quiet while he looked Noya over, trying to make sure he looked alright, only pulling his hand away so he could get out and go over to Noya’s side, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead with a little smile. “It’s a good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere, then, isn’t it?”

Noya couldn't help rolling his eyes at Asahi's response. Sure, he'd tough it out, but would it be worth it? He was rather sure he just didn't want to find out.

“Very good thing,” he agreed, smiling when he was kissed, then went to get himself out of the car, gripping the door tightly as the sudden shift in position made him feel a little dizzy again. But the medication was working; he wasn't feeling anywhere near as crappy as he had before, and after a moment, he was able to let go and step onto the pavement, hands stuffed into his pockets as he waited for Asahi to lock up the car and then go inside with him. Noya felt like he could sleep for a lightyear.

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onto the seventh cloud

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He should be at least a little offended by the remark about his uncertainty but, well, it’s something almost laughable at this point, that for all his anxiety in the beginning everything was so perfect now that he didn’t even think about it anymore. So of course he’d followed Noya’s instructions to clear his schedule around the holiday without question because he absolutely trusted whatever it was he’d decided, knew it’d be as amazing as everything else he’d given him-

Of course, he doesn’t expect the enormity of it, curiously peeking over Daichi’s shoulder as he opens the envelope to reveal the tickets, not sure what to expect but as always Noya’s exceeded every possible expectation, found something that’s as entirely unforgettable and perfect as everything they’ve shared.

“This is what you’ve been planning this whole time?” He replies once he’s managed to form words again, once he processes what it is they’ve been given because this is more than just a gift, this is an unforgettable moment and he knows that exactly what he’d intended it to be. Of course, there’s only an hour to pack their things, which should make him feel a little overwhelmed, anxious about not having a chance to plan for this but, well…it’s them, and somehow as he looks at Noya he finds he’s not worried about it.

He takes the tickets from Daichi’s hands so he can read them through, a warmth swelling in his chest as he reaches out for him, drawing him into a hug (and partially sandwiching Daichi between them in the process but, well, he figures he won’t mind).

“It’s a great idea.” He assures him, voice a bit choked with emotion as he grips him a little tighter. “I can’t believe you did all of this for us, I can’t even imagine how much this must’ve cost.”

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He’d known something was up when he was suspiciously and promptly excluded from planning Asahi’s birthday with Noya; honestly, he’d entertained the vain hope that he might escape any fanfare surrounding his own this year. ( or, at least, as much of it as he could. it’s probably terribly selfish of him to hope that Asahi and Noya wouldn’t want to celebrate – particularly given how much enjoyment he himself derives from celebrating them. )

But it takes no adjusting of his frame of mind when Noya fits the envelope neatly in his hands. Honestly, just like everything else ( isn’t that strange? isn’t that wonderful? ) it feels more like an inevitable culmination than a surprise. The explanation knocks him around a little bit – that’s a lot, extensively thought out and expensive to boot. Impractical in a way that sits uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach until, as if beckoned by an instinct Daichi hadn’t realized he’d been resonating with, he can feel Asahi’s warmth at his back.

Right. Daichi has never dealt well with abstract concepts. He has no idea why he keeps falling back on them regardless.

❛ Oi, ❜ he says offhandedly as Asahi grabs the tickets from him, but it’s rote – their stasis from the very beginning and a habit more than anything. To balance it, he seeks the other stasis – brushing his fingers along the length of Noya’s and slotting them together without thinking.

Instead of voicing his agreement, Daichi feels it instead. Silence carves around him like a niche – a home, the best refuge against problem solving. When he hears the emotion thick in Asahi’s voice, it resonates within him as well. He just doesn’t know what words work best so it’s the more prudent choice to avoid them altogether until he knows what to do.

Actions are the answer. The only problem is they’re just kind of difficult to carry out when you’re literally being crushed by two warm, strong bodies. ( the opposite of a problem; Daichi’s never going to complain about that. but he does make a little instinctual noise when he feels Asahi’s grip tighten around the both of them. )

He doesn’t particularly want to leave the tangle of limbs, but it’s sort of the only recourse at the moment. So he extracts himself as delicately as he can, placing his free hand on Asahi’s arm as he leans in and chastely, tenderly, preciously brushes his lips against the corner of Noya’s mouth.

❛ Thank you, ❜ he murmurs against the shell of Noya’s ear. He doesn’t need to remind himself to be gracious instead of overworried; it’s enough to have the two most grounding presences in his life by his side. Then he’s pulling back and grinning – part of it with practiced confidence, most of it genuine.

❛ And thank you in advance for helping us pack in that one hour. ❜ In one smooth motion, he changes his grip to wrap a half-teasing arm around Noya’s shoulders and hooks Asahi’s elbow with his own.

Noya didn't expect either of them to refuse, per se, but that doesn't mean there was no apprehension surrounding the reveal. It's a little funny to think about that this is the only way in which he can imagine this working out – he would have been much more nervous if it were just either of them instead of both of them. They ground and counterbalance each other just as both of them do the same with Noya and vice versa; it's a balance as perfect as one can ask for. Far more perfect, in fact, than Noya dared hope for in his dizziest daydreams, but somehow, they're here anyway, all three of them, and sometimes Noya feels so happy it's overwhelming – which is saying something when it comes to him and his generally cheerful nature.

“It didn't take that long to plan,” he replies to Asahi, though he's grinning, knowing full well that's not what the other was asking, and a moment later, as he feels Daichi's hand slip into his, he relents. “Yeah, this is what I've been planning.”

He shoots a sidelong glance at Daichi, wondering, for a moment, why he opts to say nothing for so long. But then, Noya's pace is difficult to match even at times when he's not incredibly excited about anything, so he knows he ought to just breathe it out, wait for them both to catch up, wrap their minds around it. He makes sure to give Daichi's fingers a squeeze, though, hoping with all his might that the other will not feel like this is something he needs to worry about.

His free hand goes around Asahi's waist as the three of them form their tight little circle – incredibly, he can feel his face heat up a bit. Maybe he'll never get fully used to this, but he's of the opinion that that is a good thing – it means he'll never take them for granted. “Yeah, well, lucky for me, you're a polite person, and we all know it's rude to ask how much a gift cost.” His grin is entirely unapologetic, his gaze wandering between the other two for a few moments, until he can feel Daichi start to pull away. He doesn't resist – he did just tell them time was sort of tight.

(Maybe he could have told them yesterday, but he wasn't going to take chances with this pair of overthinkers.)

Goosebumps ripple up his arms at the small kiss – it's probably part excitement. But then his grin widens at the taunt, reaching up to rub at the back of his head. “You're saying that like you think I was planning to just sit around.” There's even a hint of well-practiced, but entirely ingenuine offense in his voice that matches Daichi's teasing perfectly. And why shouldn't he help? He packed yesterday evening already.

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It’s not like he needs to hear this to know it’s true. But somehow, for some stupid, godforsaken reason, he needs to hear it anyway. Because... well. Why exactly, he’s not sure at this moment. He’s usually so good at this kind of thing -- guessing what other people feel, what he ought to do about it to make things better.

He’s not used to having to wade through his own muddled thoughts when someone else is trying to help him. -- He’s not used to allowing himself to need help.

He should be better at this by now. He’s been trying for a ridiculous amount of time. And, when it comes down to it, Noya isn’t really used to things not getting better just because he puts a lot of time and energy into it. That sheer willpower was what got him through school, what got him better on the volleyball court. Why can’t he apply the same principle here? Why is it that there are still days when he simply, for no reason whatsoever, feels like he’s still sitting at rock bottom, and there’s not a single protrusion in the walls to hold onto and climb up?

But then, that’s... pretty much what Daichi is providing here. And Noya knows better than this, really. Knows better than to be a hypocrite, to steel himself and pretend when all this time he’s been meticulously dismantling Daichi’s own walls. Of course, it’s all pretense anyway, the wall Noya can even bring himself to pull up is no more than paper, so thin it’s see-through, even. No wonder Daichi came to pull him up. He cares, and he sees Noya, just the way he is, and some days that’s still something to marvel about. And not only because he sees him like no one else, but also because it’s him -- Sawamura Daichi sees him. Better than to be true -- and yet it is.

He takes a deep breath, and then relaxes into the other’s hold, letting himself just have this, just for a moment. His head is throbbing dully, and he’s not quite sure if it’s just from the sheer intensity of his emotions, or because of how hard he’d been gripping his hair until a few moments ago.

“You wanna try helping me with this?”

Even after so much time, it tastes bitter. He knows Daichi won’t judge, but he’s not entirely done judging himself, and so the shame is there, saturating his voice with frustration as he stares down at the offending book. “It’s not really up your alley, but you’ll probably get more of it than I’ve managed to so far.” He lets out a small laugh. “I mean, it’s not possible to get it any less than I do, so...”

He tilts his head backwards until the back of it rests against Daichi’s shoulder while the other looks down at the book, his arms still around Noya’s waist. It’s comfortable. Safe, even -- safe enough for some of the helplessness to drain away. “I hate feeling stupid. So much.”

#memes #surprise! i still can't write short things.#foundction

This mun is beautiful perfection amazing pure gold and deserves all the love ~♡

i have no idea what i did to deserve this considering i’m rarely even online here these days, but thank you!! :*

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What could be better stress relief than playing volleyball? Asahi is really kind to indulge him like this -- though it isn’t as if he doesn’t get anything out of it. He can practice his serves, and Noya can practice receiving; it really is a win-win situation for both of them.

Except for the fact that it’s 8 in the evening, and everyone else has gone home, leaving the pair of them to clean up and close the gym when they were done. And perhaps that Noya is yelling a little more than usual with each receive he manages, and more with the ones he misses, letting his frustration pour into it like the perfect outlet it is. And really, he knows, somewhere, that he’s asking for a little too much here, except he didn’t really ask, and Asahi didn’t really complain at all. He’s waiting for the other to say he’s tired, suggest they call it a day, but Asahi keeps looking at him through the net, and each and every time, he just serves again (not going easy on Noya either; his power is in it still), until the basket is empty, and they have to gather up all the balls from around the gym floor.

It’s just a stupid test. Just a stupid, irrelevant mark. He really shouldn’t even be this upset about it. At least that’s what he keeps telling himself, but he knows it’s useless to try to lie to himself. (He’s never been able to.) The truth is that his mother is going to be angry and disappointed, and the latter is so much worse, and Noya is really, really tired of feeling like a failure.

He wonders if Asahi has guessed any of this, and keeps serving to him because he knows this is the only place where Noya never feels that way.

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“Oh!” Asahi’s eyes went a bit wide in awe as Noya pressed it back into his hand, the little packet now obviously warm. He knew there was some sort of science behind it, of course, probably something to do with chemicals and all of that but…it was still really cool, honestly, and there was an almost ridiculous smile on his lips as he held it between his hands, trying to capture a bit more of the warmth. Of course, he would rather the school just get the heating fixed, but this was certainly better than having to wear gloves all day. At least they only had a couple classes left and then they got to head to club, where they would end up warming themselves up easily.

“I can give it back to you when we meet up before practice, if you want, I should be okay once we get going.” He offers, although he keeps it between his hands as they head up to the third year’s hall. “You can keep the sweater if you want, though, I have another one I can wear if I need it.”

He couldn't help but snicker at the expression on Asahi's face. If they weren't in the middle of a public thoroughfare, he would have damn well kissed him on the cheek then and there, the other looked so adorable with that open look of awe. Of course, Noya wasn't going to say that either; there was no point to embarrassing Asahi, especially when Noya only meant the adjective in its purest sense – namely, that he did adore Asahi, and he liked the feeling of what they had between them, how easy everything was now. It hadn't always been – they've fought for this, and Noya would fight any day to keep it.

“Really?” He tugged the sweater up a little; if he let it fall down completely, it would have reached below his knees, Asahi was so much taller than him. But the height difference had never bothered him, and he couldn't help the feeling of excitement at the prospect of wearing the sweater for the remainder of the schoolday. “Thanks! I'll give it back to you before practice, too, then.” His grin was wide and completely unabashed. People were probably going to talk, but ultimately most of them (excluding a couple of very close friends) could only guess – and besides, the sweater was really cozy and warm, and everyone knew they were friends, so who could say it wasn't just one friend helping out another?

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He almost huffed out a laugh at that because of course Noya would be worried about him in all of this, when he was the one who had just had to go to the clinic. He’d been better about not avoiding response, however, he’d been too used to trying to be okay that telling him when he wasn’t was still a little harder-and especially when it was obvious that Noya was still feeling a little off.

“I’m alright, I was getting a little bad earlier but…I think it’s a little better now I know you’re okay.” He assured him with a little smile, starting up the car so they could head home, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel as he drove, the traffic a little heavier now it’d gotten a bit later. “I just really want to get home right now, that’s all, but it’s not bad, I promise.”

Noya left his eyes on Asahi's face, his gaze inquisitive – but he took the answer at face value. He knew Asahi preferred to keep his wellbeing to himself, but Noya had started nagging him about it some time ago, and Asahi was really getting a lot better at trusting him with the truth and letting him in. Maybe he thought he shouldn't have burdened Noya with it now that he wasn't feeling all that well himself, but that wasn't how it worked. It would always be a two-way street; just because Noya was under the weather, he couldn't switch off caring like one switches off the light. “'Kay,” was all he finally replied, sinking back into the cushion of the passenger seat and allowing his eyes to unfocus for the duration of the journey.

What with the nausea gone, he nearly fell asleep by the time they arrived back home. It took him a moment to return to his senses, but as he heard the engine stop, he stretched a little, reaching out to take Asahi's hand, now that the other didn't need to divert his attention. “Hey,” he said softly, tugging on the hand gently until he could press his lips to the back of it. “I dunno what I'd do without you, y'know?”

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Asahi made his way to the other’s bedroom, the path remarkably familiar with all the time he spent over at his boyfriend’s house these days, and he shuffled through his collection of movies to find something that wasn’t bound to be too heavy for him right now. He settled on some action movie that he thought he remembered Noya liking, figuring it would be a better fit than anything that would risk him getting upset again (although really, that was definitely more of Asahi’s territory) and popping it in, going over to sit on the bed and wait for him. He immediately shook his head at Noya’s apology, starting to shake out the blankets to make it a little easier to bundle him up in them.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not all that hungry right now anyway.” He assured him, although he knew that he definitely would be soon (he had a habit of forgetting breakfast when he slept in on weekends) but he wasn’t about to make Noya face his mother any sooner than he was ready to. He reached out to grab onto his hand after a moment, tugging him down onto the bed with him, shifting so he could wrap the blankets around both of them, keeping Noya close to him. “I can always get us takeout later, if you think that’ll be alright, I don’t mind doing that for our lunch instead.”

Noya sank onto the bed next to Asahi, letting himself be bundled up into one of the blankets he'd just brought. He knew Asahi was humouring him – maybe he wasn't hungry right in this moment, but eventually he would be, and so would Noya himself. He wouldn't point this out, though; he was just going to selfishly take the offered temporary reprieve. His reply to the takeout idea was only a contemplative hum; they could discuss that later, when either of them did become hungry. The truth was, Noya had no idea what his mother was doing, and if she was making lunch, she would only be even more angry with him if he ordered out instead of having her cooking. Eventually, there was nothing else to it but the fact that he'd have to talk to her.

Not right now, though. He leaned against Asahi with a slight smile, pulling out one of the bigger blankets from the pile that would comfortably reach around both of them, and wrapped them both into it, his gaze fixing on the television screen. “What did you pick?”

He knew he was being a little difficult – but Asahi had spent the last hour reassuring him that sometimes it was okay to be – okay to not be all right. He couldn't help the guilt churning in his stomach, though. He really wasn't used to being on the other end of comforting. He liked doing it much more – and not just because this felt vulnerable.

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“Normally I wouldn’t mind that but I s’pose it wouldn’t be very responsible if I let you ruin your sleep for tonight with practice tomorrow.” He hummed softly, stilling his motions after a moment. Of course, watching a movie was bound to make him a little drowsy as it was, especially after a rather emotionally draining interaction, but he knew he probably wouldn’t be up for much more than that and he was alright with it. It came easily to him, this allowance for the other’s mental weariness, and he supposed Noya had something to do with that, for how he’d always accepted what he’d assumed to be his unacceptable parts of himself.

He eased Noya off of his lap so he could stand, stretching the stiffness out of his limbs before he held his hand out to help him up. “I’ll get it set up, maybe grab some snacks on your way back in?” He suggested, knowing he might not be hungry right away but he wanted to be prepared. “If you have anything, at least, I didn’t bring anything since we meant to be going out today.”

“I'll see what I can do,” Noya promised, his smile a little thin, but genuine. He accepted the outstretched hand to get to his feet, taking a moment to find his footing as a wave of dizziness came over him. Crying was really exhausting, no wonder he didn't do it a lot. There was a part of him that wished he could just ask Asahi to bring the comforters instead, but he knew that would have been the coward's way out. So he headed towards the living room, praying that his mother would still be in her own room. He had no idea what he would say to her right now – or what she would say to him. It was rather sad to think about, but his mother was the only person Noya was okay with lying to. It felt like he had very little choice; if he told the truth, she would bring it up in the worst moments and use it against him when they fought. So he put on a cheery face for everything, except when they were fighting, and he didn't let her know whatever he was having trouble with. She probably wouldn't have helped him anyway.

Mercifully, the living room was empty. He had less luck with the kitchen, though; he only peered in, but he could already spot her there, sitting with a mug of tea and a book. Noya was wary and hopeful at the same time – he didn't want to talk to her right now, but if she was reading in the kitchen, that probably meant she was baking something. She usually preferred her study, but if something was in the oven, she wouldn't leave it to burn.

After a few seconds' contemplation, the boy retreated to the living room, grabbing the pile of comforters from the couch, and heading back to his room, his expression a little sheepish when he piled them onto his bed, and then met Asahi's gaze. “Uh… no luck with the snacks. Mother's sitting in the kitchen.” He bit down on his lower lip. “I don't really wanna talk to her right now. Sorry.”

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“Please don’t try it, I can’t see any possible way that ends well, Noya.” He protests, although he can’t help a snort of laughter just imagining it andd really, it might be amusing to see him trying to do it, he’s absolutely swim in Asahi’s jacket. Which he certainly wasn’t going to complain about, if anything his cheeks had grown a bit warm just thinking about how ridiculous (and alright, entirely endearing) he was going to look. He took the plastic bag when it was handed to him, carefully moving it around in his hands to try and figure out how it worked. “Really? I’ve never tried one of these before, I’ve always wondered how they actually work….does it really warm up?” He asks, brow furrowed as he experimentally squished it around. “You sure your hands won’t get too cold?”

“I'd probably fall over my own feet,” Noya has to admit, but he's still grinning, wishing he could actually try it without repercussions. He's never been averse to making a fool out of himself for other people's amusement, after all. It's a rather harmless thing, really, if he's the one initiating it. He's done it a lot, to break tension, mostly, to get the team back on track if they got discouraged during a match.

“Yup, it warms up all right!” he replies cheerily, watching Asahi play with the little piece of plastic, the blue liquid sloshing around. “And I'm good, you can have it. Hold on, I'll show you how.” He takes the hand warmer back, rolling it into his palm and squeezing it like it's playdough. If they lean close, they can hear the small crackling noises it makes as the liquid crystallizes and begins to warm, as well as turn white. When Noya begins to feel the warmth, he presses it into Asahi's big palm, grinning up at him. “When the warmth's gone, you gotta let it soak in lukewarm water for a couple minutes, and it goes back to bein' a liquid, 'n then you can start all over again. Isn't it super cool??”

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“I think so, we’ve got the medication and everything so we should be set.” He replied with a nod, knowing they might need something light for him to try and eat later, possibly some gatorade or something in case he got dehydrated, but those were all things he could run out and get while Noya was resting. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep himself, at least not right away, he was still a little keyed up and anxious from everything that had happened and while knowing Noya was going to be okay was certainly helping he was still concerned.

He slid his arm around him to try and support him a little better just in case, making their way back to the car so they could get him back home, Asahi only pausing briefly to text Suga to give him an update before he turned the car on, reaching over to give Noya’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“Need to hang onto my hand while I drive?” He asked softly. “I know you were feeling nauseous earlier, if you need it I’m sure I’ll be okay driving with one again.”

Noya sank into the passenger seat like he would have liked to just not get up from there ever again. He'd actually gotten a quick injection from the nurse before he was let go, and it was doing wonders for the nausea, so now all he felt was exhaustion. “Nah, I'm good,” he replied in a low voice that betrayed that exhaustion perfectly. “Y'just focus on getting' home safe.” It would have been a lie to say he wouldn't have liked to hold Asahi's hand, but it was definitely a sign of him feeling better that he was considering the other's feelings rather than his own needs. Considering how much of a fright he'd given his boyfriend, it was probably enough of a task to drive without having to pay attention to Noya too. But at least, once they were home, they'd both be able to finally relax.

“You're the best,” he mumbled as an afterthought – not that he didn't mean it. “Didn't mean t'worry you so much.” His eyes half-lidded, he peered up at Asahi through his eyelashes as the taller young man sat in to the car. “You 'kay?”

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