#asaoisuga

[ryekamasaki]

“They worried about you, every single day. It was hard not to break my promise and tell them you were still here.” AsaOiSuga - undercover Asahi AU

And another addition to the Undercover Asahi fake death au! I hope this is as good as the others. :)

Asahi sits in one of the tiny corner tables, the ones half hidden at the back of the shop, and watches Suga and Oikawa twist and turn around each other as they work behind the counter. He can practically still feel the kisses from the day before, and his heart feels lighter than it has in a long time, though he knows that it’s only one step of many yet to go. He watches as they laugh and greet Daichi when he comes in, teasing him even as they prepare his favorite drink, and wave him off with a smile to attend the next customer.

Daichi grins at him as he settles in the seat across the table, hot mug of coffee placed carefully in front of him. Asahi has long gotten past blushing every time Daichi catches him thinking about the others, but this time he has a look on his face that brings the pink to his cheeks anyway. “I haven’t seen them this happy in ages. It’s nice.”

Asahi looks down into his own mug. He knows he’s the reason behind the unhappiness, and it will never feel any better to hear about. “Yeah?”

“They worried about you, every single day. It was hard not to break my promise and tell them you were still here.”

He winces. “I know. I’m sorry to have put you in that situation.” He looks back up, towards the counter, where Suga’s wrapped his arms tight around a fond looking Oikawa during the lull in customers. “I just really needed to know they were okay.”

Daichi takes a sip of his coffee and sighs in pleasure. “Relatively speaking.”

“Yeah.” At the counter, Oikawa twirls Suga around by one hand, his apron fanning out around his legs, his delicate laugh drifting out into the rest of the shop. “You realize they’re gonna be pissed when they find out you knew the whole time.”

Daichi shivers a little and wraps his hands around his mug. “Of course. It’s their right. I just really hope Suga doesn’t hit that hard, though.”

Asahi nods. He’s been on the receiving end as well, and even Suga’s most playful punches were dangerous and painful. With actual malice behind them, there’s no telling what (or who) might end up broken by the time he’s done. Daichi had become a fixture in Suga and Oikawa’s shop, and lives, fairly quickly, and Asahi is grateful that he allowed himself to be put in such a difficult spot for Asahi’s mental well being. “I’ll talk to them with you, you know. It’s not really your fault, after all.”

“Together.” Daichi grins. “That’s what partners do, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Asahi’s attention gets pulled back to the front again, where Suga’s sat on the front counter, Oikawa between his spread knees. They’re whispering to each other, and though no one can hear what they’re saying, they can hear the laughter. It’s the nicest thing that Asahi has heard in a long, long time, and he can’t wait until he gets to hear it every day.

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24. Returned from the dead kiss - AsaOiSuga

And back to the Undercover Asahi fake death au! I hope you like this addition, darling!

After his return, Asahi makes it a point to stop and see Suga and Oikawa as much as possible. He does his best to make up to them what he did, and he knows it will take a while, expects it. It’s only right, after all, when they’d gone through three years of not knowing he was okay. He missed them as much, but at least even if he couldn’t see them himself, he could send a trustworthy person to check on them for him.

Suga still melts under his first touch, like he’d done every time they’d been together, and that tells Asahi that he has a chance to fix what he’d broken. He knows better than to push though, knows to wait until they decide to make the next move.

It happens one day, after Suga’s flipped the shop’s sign to closed, that he flops into Asahi’s lap where he sits in the plush armchair in the corner. Asahi doesn’t even have time to put his book aside before Suga has his face cupped in his hands, their mouths pressed together with a fierceness that Asahi hadn’t been expecting. He just barely hears the quiet giggle that means that Oikawa is nearby, too distracted by Suga’s warm tongue sliding along his bottom lip.

By the time Suga pulls away, they’re both breathless, and Asahi barely gets a chance to breathe when Oikawa takes Suga’s place, fitting their lips together just as eagerly. Suga rests his face against Asahi’s neck while Oikawa kisses him dizzy, until Oikawa pulls away and slumps on the arm of the chair, forehead against Asahi’s shoulder.

Suga’s voice is soft and full of emotion, the kind that Asahi’s only heard snippets of since he’s been back. “We missed you. So much.” Oikawa hums agreeably.

Send me a number and a pairing, and I’ll do a short (100-300 words max) description.

[ryekamasaki]

“Admit it. You’d miss me and my one-liners.” - AsaOiSuga

Whoops. Have some fluff? :D

Suga grins as he tries to nudge Tooru off the couch, intent on taking over the warm spot from Tooru having sat there for most of the day. He should really be going already, since he still needs to go home and shower before his trip, but he can’t quite tear himself away from the comfort and warmth of Suga and Asahi’s tiny shared apartment. Tooru grumbles and stays still, and Suga pokes him again with his foot, right in the spot on his side that they all know reduces Tooru to stupid giggles.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Tooru? Shoo.” Suga’s voice is fond over the sound of Tooru’s laughter, even though his words seem dismissive.

Asahi laughs from his spot on the couch behind Suga, his chin rested on Suga’s bare shoulder. “Yeah, Tooru. Shoo.”

Tooru manages to push Suga’s foot away and control himself, giggles tapering off into a dramatic sigh. “Admit it. You’d miss me and my one-liners.”

He watches them lean away from each other to share a mock contemplative look, the way that Suga purses his lips, the way Asahi looks excessively thoughtful, like someone’s just asked him a particularly tricky riddle. They both answer in unison, looking back at him, Asahi with his chin back on Suga’s shoulder. “Nah.”

“I’ll still have Suga for sass, you know.”

“And Asahi’s impersonation of you is spot on, really.”

Tooru pouts, and Asahi reaches out a hand to gesture him forward. Once he leans in enough Suga hooks a finger in the collar of his shirt and tugs until Tooru’s draped in his lap, and then he presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. Asahi wraps his hand around Tooru’s neck to pull him closer, and he rubs their noses together before kissing him softly. “Go on, Tooru. We can’t miss you if you never leave.”

Suga’s voice is low in his ear, soft and comforting. “And we’ll be right here when you get back.”

“Always.” Asahi squeezes the back of his neck, reassuring.

Tooru sniffs a little and returns their kisses, savoring the feeling that he knows he’ll be missing before he’s even gotten on the plane. “You promise?”

And they answer without hesitation, both their voices wrapped together like the sweetest music that Tooru’s ever heard.

“Promise.”

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Calm Again - Day 6

@hqot3week

may 1st - lust | spring has sprung | red (nsfw-ish) KuroAsaSuga

may 2nd - gluttony | flower in bloom | orange IwaMatsuAsa

may 3rd - greed | at camp | yellow (nsfw) TeruDaiSuga

may 4th - sloth | movie marathon | green IwaYamaKyouTsukki

may 5th - wrath | road trip | blue IwaOiDai

may 6th - envy | any crossover/au | indigo AsaOiSuga

Tooru sighs heavily as Asahi gently places his coffee on the counter in front of Tooru’s nose. It smells like heaven, if heaven were made of coffee and cinnamon and a little something that Tooru can’t quite put a name to, and looks just as good. There’s an intricate design in the light foam, a flower that Tooru can see each individual petal of, and he wonders how Asahi manages to create such art in such a tiny space.

“Try it?” Asahi taps his fingers on the countertop, eager for Tooru’s opinion of his newest creation.

He watches as Tooru carefully blows across the surface and takes a tiny sip, and then another before sighing again, hands wrapped around the hot ceramic. “It’s as wonderful as the last one, Asa-chan, and even prettier.”

Asahi pinkens, just a bit, and next to him Suga snorts as he swirls frosting on yet another cupcake. “I don’t know why you still get all blushy when we compliment you, you dork.”

He finishes the last cupcake with an elaborate flick of his wrist and puts the piping bag to the side, searching under the counter for something to decorate them with. He emerges with a tiny bottle of sparkly edible glitter, and Tooru frowns consideringly as Suga’s cupcakes turn into tiny galaxies in front of his eyes.

Asahi chuckles, and Tooru glances over to see the fond look on his face directed right at Tooru, and he hides behind his cup of coffee. Asahi sounds more amused than the situation warrants, Tooru thinks. “What’s wrong, Tooru? Don’t you like Suga’s cupcakes?”

Suga looks up at them and blinks, and Tooru wants to laugh at the innocent expression, only made cuter by the smudge of indigo colored frosting on his cheek. “Hmm?”

“I’m just envious that the two of you ended up with all the talent, that’s all.”

He leans over to wipe the bit of frosting off Suga’s cheek with a thumb, humming in contentment when he licks it off his finger. Suga just shakes his head at him and finishes sprinkling the cupcakes before sliding the tray into the display case at Tooru’s side. “You’ve got plenty of talent yourself, Tooru.”

“Mmm. If you say so, Kou-chan.” Tooru smiles and takes another sip of his drink before continuing. “It’s okay with me. After all, I do get first dibs on everything you both do.”

Asahi laughs and ruffles Tooru’s hair. “That you do, babe, that you do.”

Suga pulls the cup out of his hands, leaving it on the counter as he takes Tooru’s hand and leads him to the back. “Come and show us your talent now, yeah?”

Asahi presses himself up against his back, following along with them easily. “Yeah. It’s your turn to show us what you’re good at.”

Tooru laughs, the sound echoing around the shop before they slip through a doorway.

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Hey! If you're still taking prompts, maybe Asahi and "Of course I'm angry! You faked your death for years and ate all my cereal!"

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for sending me a prompt! <3

Asahi’s not exactly sure what he’ll encounter when he walks through this door, but he knows, without a doubt, that it won’t be good. He’s been waiting a while for the shop to clear of its customers, because if he knows anything at all about the people he once called his boyfriends, it’s that whatever happens here will be loud, and they’re not going to want any witnesses. The door doesn’t jingle when he opens it, and there’s no one in the front of the shop, so he flips the lock closed and heads for the back. There’s the barest sounds of pans being moved around in the kitchen, and Asahi takes a deep, quiet breath before walking through the doorway.

Everything goes silent for 30 glorious seconds, and then there’s the sound of a metal pan being dropped, and an even louder voice. “What the platinum coated fuck.”

Asahi grimaces and holds up one hand in the most awkward almost wave of his entire life. “Hey.”

“‘Hey’?” Suga turns to Oikawa and gestures violently in Asahi’s direction. “Hey, he says.”

Oikawa moves closer to Suga and takes his hand, lacing their fingers together before he directs a hard look at Asahi, confusion and pain clear in his eyes. “What the fuck.”

“I’m sorry to surprise you, but my assigned operation is finally over, and I wanted to come and explain.” Asahi smiles at them, though he doesn’t expect them to respond in kind, not yet. “I’m a cop, and I was undercover here for a covert operation. Unfortunately there were some…difficulties, and I had to pull out.”

Suga is trembling, and his unoccupied hand reaches out to grab something on the counter next to him, which he hurls at Asahi with as much force as he can with his non-dominant hand. Asahi catches the box easily, and it makes him smile that he still remembers it as Suga’s favorite cereal. Suga’s voice is as shaky as his body, but somehow underlaid with cold steel when he speaks again.  “I cannot believe.”

“I understand if you’re angry.”

“Of course I’m angry! You faked your death for years!” Suga has tears in his eyes, and Asahi’s not quite sure if they’re from anger or something else.

“And ate all my cereal!” Oikawa is just as loud, pointing an accusatory finger at Asahi’s chest.

Asahi pauses for a split second, handful of cereal already on the way to his mouth, and then nods as he pops it in and chews. His apology is just slightly muffled. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry.” Suga turns to Oikawa. “Daisuke is sorry.” And either Suga notices Asahi’s flinch, or he comes to the realization on his own, but the reaction is the same. He whirls around again to look Asahi in the eye, and this time his voice is almost venomous. “Kita Daisuke isn’t even your name, is it?”

“Ah, no.” He brushes his hand off on his pants and settles the cereal box on a nearby countertop, and then he bends at the waist and bows. “Azumane Asahi. Just Asahi is fine.”

He straightens up to Oikawa mumbling to himself, about how he can’t believe that they had lent out their home and hearts to someone they didn’t even really know, and Suga nods in agreement. “You let us care for you, even knowing that you were lying to us the whole time. That’s not very nice.”

Asahi closes the distance between them in only a few steps, and he has Suga’s face cupped in his hands almost before he realizes he’s done it. He presses their foreheads together gently, and Suga closes his eyes and melts at the familiar action, his hands resting carefully on Asahi’s wrists. “I can be a not nice person. But I wasn’t lying to you about how I felt.”

Oikawa shifts next to them, and Asahi pulls one hand away from Suga to hook around Oikawa’s neck to pull him in close, too. Suga uses his newly unoccupied hand to tangle his fingers with Oikawa’s again, and then he’s staring into Asahi’s eyes intently, like he’s trying to see straight to his soul. His voice is hardly above a whisper when he speaks. “You’re not lying now, are you?”

Asahi gives the tiniest shake of his head. “No. I meant it when I told you both that I loved you, and I still do. I’ve missed you every minute of the three years we’ve been apart, but I couldn’t risk coming back and putting you in danger until I knew it was over. I could never forgive myself if something I did got you hurt.”

And that seems to break the still lingering tension, and Oikawa drops his head to Asahi’s shoulder and sobs, clutching the back of Asahi’s shirt in his other hand. Between sobs and sniffles he manages to talk. “We missed you so much.”

Suga squeezes Asahi’s wrist in his hand and finally pulls back. “But we’re still pissed. You can’t just waltz back in here like nothing happened. You’ve got a lot to make up for.”

A grin crosses Asahi’s face, and he can’t help teasing them. “I bet you can think of some way, huh?”

The smile that settles on Suga’s face is the best thing Asahi’s seen in years, and he hopes he won’t have to miss it so long again. “Yeah, I’m sure we can.”

Oikawa tugs Suga back over to them, and they do their best to squish Asahi in a rib crushing hug. “And you’re gonna buy me more cereal.”

Hearing their laughter, even as watery and tear tainted as it is right now, is what Asahi’s been dreaming of. He can’t wait to keep making them laugh over and over again, can’t wait to do everything in his power to make them the happiest people he possibly can, if they’ll give him the chance. He really does have a lot to make up for, but hopefully now he’ll have all the time he needs to do it.

[notsuchasecret]

trick or treattttttttttt asaoi, go go go

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.

“You’re full of shit,” he whispered fondly.

[notsuchasecret]

trick or treat oisuga!

Send me a ship and I’ll trick you with angst or treat you to fluff, in 100-word drabbles!

Trick (connected to my earlier AsaOiSuga drabble)

Tooru tried to crawl away, from the mist, from the ooze, from the ozone and the terror. But Suga was too fast. He did something, and Tooru’s limbs locked in place.

“I’m sorry, Oikawa,” Suga sighed, and for his part he did sound genuinely sorry. “But now that you’ve seen, I can’t just let you go.”  The door opened, and Tooru caught sight of Asahi, looking surprised and horrified. But Tooru’s hope was short-lived when that look dissolved into sad resignation. His fingertips began to glow and Tooru sobbed.

“I’ll hold him,” Asahi said. “You get the circle ready.”

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“I did a pregnancy test.” - whoever you want from the Crown Cawfee AU. no matter the characters it will be hilarious I'm sure.

AsaOiSuga, anyone?

The bowl in Oikawa’s hands slips and clatters to the ground, raising a giant white cloud in front of all of their faces. Suga almost wants to hit Asahi for being the cause of the huge mess they’ll know have to get cleaned up before they open the cafe. Oikawa’s reactions really are the best, though, and Suga can always make Asahi clean up on his own for causing it. The flour settles, and even without it, Oikawa’s face would be pure white.

Oikawa’s voice squeaks as he talks. He has a look on his face like his brain is running through all the things they did last night (and this morning before coming to the cafe.) “What did you say?”

Asahi just repeats what he said when he entered the kitchen, still kneading the dough on the table. “I did a pregnancy test.”

Oikawa’s mouth moves without any words coming out, and Suga can’t be sure he’s even still breathing. He nudges Asahi in the side and tilts his head in Oikawa’s direction. “Come on, now.”

Asahi directs a smile at Suga, one that any other person would assume is a nice, innocent smile, but Suga knows better. Suga practically taught Asahi that smile. Suga looks back over to where Oikawa looks like he’d fall over if he got touched with a faint breeze. Asahi sighs.

Oikawa finally notices the tiny pout on Asahi’s face and manages to get his mouth to form real words. Faint, but real. “What?”

Suga grins. “He didn’t say it was positive, you dork.”

The shade of red that alights on Oikawa’s face is reminiscent of the red velvet cupcakes they sell, and Suga can’t help but laugh as Oikawa obviously deduces that he’s being teased. “I- I didn’t realize you were so cruel, Asa-chan! Look at the mess you made me make! Now I have to start that batter all over again.”

They both watch as Oikawa picks up the bowl and daintily steps through the pile of dry ingredients on the floor before Asahi reaches out and tugs him against his chest with one strong arm wrapped around his waist. Oikawa squeaks again and hides his face in Asahi’s shirt. Suga comes up from behind and wraps his arms around them both, then presses a kiss behind Oikawa’s ear. “You’re adorable, Tooru. You realize you have to clean that mess too?”

Oikawa whines again and shakes his head so the flour in his hair drifts around them in the hazy sunlight. Asahi chuckles and grins, and Suga can’t be mad they’re standing in a huge mess when he smiles like that. The pout Oikawa has is too cute, and Suga hugs them both again before deciding they have to get back to work.

Asahi yelps as he pokes him in the side. “Okay, okay, I got it! I’ll clean the mess while you guys keep baking.”

Oikawa sniffles a bit, until Suga tickles him, and then the sound of laughter fills the kitchen. Asahi wanders off to find the broom, and they all continue working until it’s time to open. Nobody mentions that Oikawa still has flour in his hair.