Asahicontinued wiping down the counter, hoping that if he ignored theshouting coming from the door it would go away. No such luck, itturned out, because Oikawa launched himself at Asahi’sback and clung to him like a koala. Asahi sighed and straightened up,moving to wipe down a table instead.
“Asa-chan,”whined Oikawa.
“Ihave to go behind the counter now,” Asahi said. “There arecustomers waiting.”
“I’ma customer,” Oikawa huffed.
“Thenget off of me and order something,” Asahi said. Oikawa dropped tothe floor and sauntered up to the counter. Asahi rolled his eyes andwalked behind the register, grabbing a cup and a marker. He wrotedown Oikawa’s usual order and handed it off to the other barista onduty.
“SoI have this problem,” Oikawa said.
“Zerofucks given. Next, please,” Asahi said. Oikawa squawked, but hemoved out of the way to let Asahi deal with the woman behind him. Hewaited until she was gone, happily sipping her frappe, before hepounced again.
“SoI have this problem,” he repeated. Asahi sighed and hung his head.
“IfI ask you what your problem is, will you go away?” he asked.
“No,but I won’t stop bugging you until you ask anyway,” Oikawa said.
“Fine.What is your problem?”
“Ineed a date to my cousin’s wedding,” he said. “A big, strongman who can shut up all my gossiping aunts with a glare or two. Andsince you’re the most intimidating person I know besides Iwa-chan,I figured I would ask you.”
“Andwhat do I get out of it?” Asahi asked.
“Freebooze and cake, and an opportunity to hear my baby stories from mygrandma,” Oikawa said. Asahi raised an eyebrow.
“Highstakes,” he said. “What makes you this desperate?”
Oikawabit his lip. He shook his head rapidly and said, “Okayso maybe I just wanted to ask you on a date,” he said. “This wasthe perfect opportunity.”
“Youcould have just asked me out to dinner,” Asahi laughed. “Youdidn’t need to make it a family occasion.”
“Yeahyeah I should have thought of that before,” Oikawa said, waving hishand in front of his face. “The point is, are you in?”
Asahithought about it for a moment. Then he grinned. “I’min,” he said.
@oikawararepairweek Day 3: Domestic or Summer Break/Holidays
Tooru woke with his head on Asahi’s chest, Asahi’s arms wrapped tight around his waist. It was the first day of their first vacation as a couple, and all Tooru wanted to do was go back to sleep. So he did.
When he woke again, Asahi was gone, but the bed was still warm where he had been. Tooru could hear the sound of cooking coming from the little kitchenette on the other side of their suite and smiled to himself. He rolled onto his back and spread his arms, luxuriating in the massive bed. His eyes closed for a moment and he considered going back to sleep. Then he rolled over and crawled out of the bed.
“Asa-chan,” he cooed as he padded out of the bedroom, not bothering with clothes or the like. Asahi hadn’t much either, standing at the stove in the same sweatpants he’d pulled on the night before and nothing else. Tooru slid his hands around Asahi’s waist and rested his forehead between Asahi’s shoulder blades. One of Asahi’s hands came up to rest over Tooru’s.
“What are you doing up?” he asked, his voice doing that low, rumbly thing that made Tooru’s heart skip a beat or two. He hummed and rubbed his nose across Asahi’s skin.
“Got lonely,” he murmured. “You’re warm.”
“I’m sorry,” Asahi said, in a voice that said he wasn’t all that sorry, really. “I thought you might like something to eat, since we skipped dinner last night.”
As if answering him, Tooru’s stomach rumbled right at that moment. He tightened his hold on Asahi and hummed. “Breakfast sounds lovely,” he said.
“More like lunch,” Asahi replied, dropping Tooru’s hands and reaching up for a plate. Tooru watched the way the muscles of his shoulders bunched and stretched with the movement.
“Lunch, then,” Tooru said, letting go of Asahi to give him room to work. Asahi plated their lunch and carried it over to the little table in the middle of the room. Tooru knelt in his place across from Asahi and murmured his thanks for the meal, and dug in.
It was, like everything Asahi cooked, perfectly adequate. It was one of the things Tooru loved about him, that he could take even the most luxurious recipes and make it taste like a home-cooked meal, something that warmed Tooru’s belly and fed his soul, but didn’t necessarily send him straight to worshiping at the table.
They were silent while they ate. Tooru was too sleepy to really come up with much to say, and Asahi was a quiet person by nature. It was nice, this level of peace and quiet, a lovely start to their vacation. It was only once their plates were empty that Tooru spoke.
“So what do you want to do today?” he asked. “We could go to the beach. There’s a little shopping area down there with the kinds of things you like. Or we could explore downtown. Or anything, really, it’s up to you.”
“I think for now I’d rather stay here,” Asahi said. “You can go explore if you want, but I want to relax a bit.”
“If you’re staying here, then I will too,” Tooru declared, climbing to his feet. He gathered up their breakfast dishes and took them over to the sink, washing them one by one. Asahi got up and dried what Tooru rinsed, putting them back in the cabinets. When they were all put away, Asahi went to sit in the big armchair by the window and pulled out the book he had started reading on the train. Tooru sprawled on the couch and started flicking through television channels. There was nothing on, so he turned the television off after just a few minutes. The silence pressed in around him and he frowned.
“Read to me?” he asked softly.
“You won’t know what’s going on,” Asahi said.
“Read to me anyway? I just want to hear your voice.” He craned his head up to see Asahi smiling at him. Asahi cleared his throat and began to read, something about a dragon and a sword and a need to save the world. Tooru let his voice draw him off to sleep.
When Tooru woke the third time, the sun was beginning to set. Asahi was stroking Tooru’s hair out of his face and smiling down at him.
“There’s a beautiful sunset over the water,” he said. “Come look at it with me.” Tooru smiled up at this angel of a man and nodded, his heart thudding in his chest when Asahi’s smile widened. He let Asahi pull him to his feet and guide him out of the hotel suite. They crept up the stairs to the roof access, propping the door open with a loose brick and a giggle. Asahi drew Tooru over to the edge of the roof and they sat, looking out over the western ocean and the sky turning red.
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Tooru whispered.
“Yeah,” Asahi said. “It is.” Tooru didn’t have to look to know that Asahi wasn’t talking about the sunset. It sent warmth shooting through him and he buried his face in his hands.
“I will push you off of this roof,” he whined.
“No you won’t,” Asahi laughed. “But I appreciate the sentiment. It’s good to know I can still make you blush, even after a year.”
“You-” Tooru huffed, crossing his arms and sticking his nose in the air. “I’m not speaking to you anymore,” he said.
“Okay,” Asahi said. “Sure you aren’t.”
“I’m not.”
“Of course not.”
“Really! I’m never speaking to you again. You’re gonna live all shriveled up and alone without the graceful tones of my voice.”
“That would be a fate worse than death,” Asahi murmured, pressing his nose behind Tooru’s ear. Tooru shivered at the touch.
“Okay, I suppose I can talk to you sometimes,” Tooru said.
“Every other Thursday?” Asahi asked.
“If you’re good I’ll even throw in a weekend here and there.”
“Sounds good.” Tooru leaned against Asahi and sighed, watching the beauty of the world around them.
Send me a ship and I’ll trick you with angst or treat you to fluff in 100-word drabbles!
Treat (connected to my other AsaOiSuga drabbles)
Oikawa woke warm and content, sprawled on a bed that smelled like lilacs and pine. Sunlight was streaming across the room, and Tooru felt at peace.
“Oh, you’re awake!” Tooru blinked his eyes open to see Asahi coming through the door, a breakfast tray in his hands. Tooru glanced around Asahi’s room, then made a questioning noise. Asahi smiled and set the tray down. “You drank some of Suga’s tea last night and it gave you some bad hallucinations,” he explained. “But you’re safe now.” Tooru smiled and leaned back against the pillows.
Asahi was tired. It was one of those days when nothing really goes wrong, but nothing really goes right, either. He was exceedingly grateful when he got to lock the front door and plop into the comfiest armchair in the shop, the big extra plush one half hidden in the corner. He sat back and closed his eyes, curled his legs up on the seat and focused on just relaxing for at least a few minutes. The possibility of falling asleep was highly likely, at least until a quiet scuffling alerted him to someone else’s presence.
Oikawa was standing there just in front of him, looking ten times more tired than Asahi and looking a bit forlornly at the chair he was settled in. It takes Asahi’s sluggish brain much longer than it usually needs to realize that this is Oikawa’s favorite chair, and Asahi was in the way. They both moved at the same time, Asahi trying to get up so Oikawa could sit, and Oikawa taking a step back before stopping. Then Oikawa moved forward, one gentle hand on Asahi’s chest, stopping him from fully straightening up.
“You can take it instead.” Asahi keeps his voice low, knowing how prone to headaches Oikawa can be when tired.
A shake of the head, and then Oikawa’s voice rumbling over his skin. “No. There’s enough room for us both.”
He gently pushes Asahi back to sitting, and then very carefully climbs into his lap, settling with his head rested against Asahi’s shoulder, hand still on Asahi’s chest, grasping his shirt in his fingers. Asahi lays one arm across Oikawa’s lap, hooks his hand around his hip to keep them snug together, and uses his other hand to card through the hair at the top of Oikawa’s neck. Within only a few minutes Oikawa’s breathing is even and quiet, lulled to sleep by the stroking and the muted humming that Asahi knows Oikawa can feel rumbling through his chest.
Oikawa sighs in his sleep, nuzzles his face against Asahi’s neck, and it doesn’t take long for Oikawa’s sleepiness to leech into Asahi as well, leaving them both tucked snugly into the chair, no longer aware of the rest of the world.
Here you go, I love you! This is also for @ezzydean cause she wanted one of these pairings.
Asahi’s place is fairly big, but it’s still takes some work to fit seven teenagers in his living room. There’s a lot of sprawling limbs and people sitting on other people, but it’s still warm and comfortable. Daichi is on the couch, sandwiched by Matsukawa and Hanamaki, and while he looked a little confused at first, now he’s so deep in conversation with them both that he doesn’t realize that Matsukawa’s been holding his hand for 20 minutes. Hanamaki has one arm draped along the top of the couch, hand resting behind Daichi’s head and resting on Matsukawa’s neck.
Iwaizumi and Suga have taken over most of the floor, all cuddled together under the blanket Asahi’s mother leaves on the back of the armchair. Suga has his head resting on Iwaizumi’s chest, and Iwaizumi cards his fingers gently through Suga’s hair while they watch the movie playing on the tv. Asahi is pretty sure that Suga is only an inch or two from falling asleep right there, no matter what’s going on around him. Every so often Asahi sees Iwaizumi glance down at him with a fond look that makes Asahi smile.
Oikawa is tucked cozily into the armchair, curled up on Asahi’s lap, practically purring in contentment as Asahi scratches at the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair every so often. His other hand is tangled together with Oikawa’s in his lap, Oikawa running his thumb against Asahi’s knuckles. Asahi thinks he might be about to fall asleep too, Oikawa’s face resting jsut against Asahi’s neck.
Overall it’s another comfortable afternoon for the bunch of third years, and in a little while they’ll all get up and go to make dinner together, each of them squeezing into the kitchen. Asahi leans his cheek against Oikawa’s head and feels the tiny braids in his hair shift as he tilts his head, knows he’ll leave them in until bed, even when his family comes home and pokes fun at him for it. But there’s still time until then, and Asahi wishes time would move just a little slower to drag this happy feeling out as long as possible.
76. “Why are you covered in mud?” With Asahi and any other character?
At long last, I have something written for this prompt! I hope you enjoy it, thank you for your request!
Asahi’s attention is dragged away from where he’s picking up loose volleyballs and tossing them into a cart as practice is winding down by Suga practically bouncing across the gym to the doors. As he expects, Iwaizumi enters the gym, and Suga wraps his arms around him and kisses him in front of everyone. Daichi shakes his head, and there’s a chorus of groans and encouraging yells from various members of the team as Suga drags Iwaizumi further away from the door.
Suga makes brief eye contact with him, nods Asahi over to the door himself, because they all know that Iwaizumi has a tag along. Asahi has since learned that the goal in that tag along’s first visit was to somehow get even with Suga and Iwaizumi by coming to Karasuno to ‘fraternize with the enemy himself, how do you like that, Iwa-chan?’ Iwaizumi had just shrugged and proceeded to kiss Suga senseless in front of his entire team, announcing their relationship quite effectively, in Asahi’s opinion.
Oikawa had huffed and looked around the gym until he zeroed in on Asahi himself, and he hasn’t left him alone since. According to Suga, Oikawa had intended on showing up to Karasuno to ‘woo and distract their own gorgeous ace’ like Suga had done to Seijou’s. Unfortunately for Oikawa’s grand plan, instead of getting flustered, Asahi had just flirted right back. Oikawa spent a good amount of time that afternoon impersonating a particularly ripe tomato.
Today Suga drags Iwaizumi over to the bench and throws a spare towel over his wet hair while Asahi wanders over to the doorway, wondering why Oikawa hasn’t popped in with one of his cheery greetings already. The reason is obvious to Asahi when he reaches the door. Oikawa stands just outside, wet and miserable, and just a tiny bit pathetic looking, like a kitten that fell in the running sink.
“Why are you covered in mud?” Asahi can’t help questioning.
The tiny glare Oikawa gives is more adorable than intimidating, and Asahi tries not to smile too much at the sight. Oikawa pouts. “Some child on a bicycle knocked me over.”
Asahi bites his lip and takes Oikawa’s hand, pulls him along to the clubroom. Oikawa gets a towel dumped on his head, and he slowly dries his face while Asahi digs around in his locker. “Here, take those clothes off.”
The look on Oikawa’s face is incredulous and a little suspicious, and he drops the towel on a chair and slowly takes his dirty clothes off at Asahi’s waving hand gesture. he swallows and Asahi can tell he’s trying to regain control of the situation. “Asa-chan, do you just want me naked?”
Asahi laughs at Oikawa’s batted eyes and hands him a pair of sweatpants and a clean shirt. Oikawa looks different when he’s not in one of his uniforms, but Asahi can’t get over how much he likes seeing him in one of his own too big shirts. It’s definitely something he’d like to keep seeing.
“You look better in my shirt than you do in dirt.” A wink from Asahi and Oikawa’s face lights itself on fire again as he follows Asahi back out.
Yet another addition to rare pair night! Also this is sort of a continuation of this IwaSuga drabble!
Asahi rarely had to remind himself why he was with Oikawa. Every day, it seemed, there was a new reason, a new light in Oikawa’s eyes or a new lilt of excitement in his voice when he told Asahi about his day. And he had absolutely no complaints about their physical relationship whatsoever. Even Asahi’s own self-confidence issues had diminished greatly after years of effort and reassurance.
But today, today was one of the rare times when he found himself questioning.
“Tooru,” he said, staring blankly down at the mess in front of him. “What is this?”
“Well, I was thinking,” Oikawa said, looking nervously at his own fidgeting hands. “You’ve just been working so hard lately,” he said. “I wanted to do something nice for you, and since you’re always saying how much you love a meal you didn’t cook yourself, I thought I’d give it a try.” He looked up then, his face shining with hope, and Asahi knew he was screwed.
“You didn’t have to do that for me,” he tried. Oikawa beamed at him.
“I know I didn’t,” he said. “But I wanted to.”
He looked so earnest. So sure that he had done something that would make Asahi’s day better. And in a way, he had; seeing Oikawa so happy to be going out of his way for Asahi had made his heart warm. But he knew exactly what was going to happen if he ate it.
He took a bite.
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“Ugh, why did I eat that?” groaned Asahi as he buried his face deeper in the lap he was laying on. Tanaka made a soothing noise and stroked his hair.
“Because you’re a good boyfriend who understands the power of Oikawa’s puppy dog eyes,” he said. Asahi groaned. “Cheer up,” Tanaka said. “The nausea should pass in a couple of hours.”
“Count yourself lucky,” commented Iwaizumi from the other couch. “You’ve eaten his food what, twice now? I grew up with him. I’m pretty sure he’s done permanent damage to my digestive system.”
“You’re all horrible,” Oikawa whined. Asahi made to sit up and try and comfort his boyfriend, but a stab of pain through his abdomen put that idea to rest.
“I love you, Tooru,” he said. “I am never eating your cooking again.”
