BED SHARING PROMPTS :D I'd love to see Asanoya with the 'I offer you my bed to sleep in...' one and/or Daisuga for the 'trapped in a snowstorm' one because I already headcanon Daichi as one of those 'natural furnace' ppl. Also I know you already wrote bedsharing Kikasa like, at least twice, but please consider: them in the last one with Momoi as the party host and Kasa as the one who goes into Kise's room by mistake.
I wrote Kikasa bedsharing yet again last week so I’ll hold off on that (for now) and I have Daisuga plans for a diff prompt someone sent me so I’m going to go for my nearest and dearest love Asanoya, bc god. Tho I’m swapping it for reasons.
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Asanoya, Bedsharing
Asahi, Noya decided, fell asleep exactly like a bear would.
He’d never actually watched a bear fall asleep, but he was pretty sure it looked pretty much like what he was watching now. Asahi was sitting on his floor, arms loose at his sides, his eyes fixed on Noya’s laptop where it was balanced on top of a stack of textbooks, where, ostensibly, Noya—lying on his side on the bed, his head propped on one hand—was also looking, watching the tail end of 2 Fast 2 Furious rather than the slow dip and rise and dip and rise of Asahi’s eyelids. The room was dark, his face lit up in flashes from various explosions (if Noya’s honest he stopped paying attention to what exactly was exploding ages ago; the sequel definitely didn’t hold up to the original. He was pretty sure the third one was supposed to be better, but he was also not entirely sure what the third one is actually called—was that the one that was just Fast and Furious, or was that film number four?) and he looked—
Well, to come back around to it, like a bear. A big, sleepy, beautiful, wonderful bear whose worry lines were—for once—relaxed.
His eyelids dipped—stayed closed.
Noya laughed, careful to keep it soft, and nudged him with a toe. “’Sahi-san.”
Asahi looked sheepish. “No apologies for dumb reasons.”
Noya pointed to the piece of notebook paper taped to the wall by his bed. “I don’t see any fine print.”
Asahi made a face. “No apologies at all because all my reasons are dumb,” he recited, and then ran a hand over his face. “I’m just tired, I promise it isn’t the company.”
“Duh,” said Noya, and sat up, crossing his legs. “I’m delightful. No, my point is, you know you can go to bed, right? It’s like a two minute walk to your dorm.”
Asahi shook his head, mournful. “Can’t,” he said, and dug around in his pocket for his phone. He flipped it open to show Noya a text from Daichi.
Noya frowned at it. “Is that a…sock emoji?”
Asahi went a little red. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s code, like. You know, you used to hang a sock on your doorknob when you, uh, needed the room?”
Noya stared at him for another second, and then realization dawned. “Oh,” he said, and then laughed. “So that’s where Suga is. I invited him, but he said no.” Privately, Noya had been grateful; privately, he’d suspected Suga had turned him down as a favor. Noya was never ever ever going to ever do anything to jeopardize what he had with Asahi but it was still nice to be alone with him, to have his full attention.
Asahi shrugged, as if Daichi would possibly be fucking anyone else in his room right now. “Anyway, yeah, so I have to wait for the all-clear.”
Noya shrugged. “So just sleep here.”
Asahi frowned at him, but he didn’t seem weirded out, just confused. “What?”
“Take my bed,” Noya said, popping up off it. “I don’t mind, I barely sleep anyway.”
Asahi frowned harder. “Nishinoya, I’m not going to take your bed away from you.”
Noya crossed his arms, stubborn. “Okay, but you’re also not going to be able to wait for some eventual signal from Daichi-san, that could take hours and you’re about ten minutes from collapse, trust me, I know you. You’d be asleep on the floor right this second if I hadn’t nudged you.”
“So I’ll sleep on the floor,” Asahi countered.
Noya rolled his eyes. “At least take the couch, you big dumb—Canadian.”
Asahi stared at him. “Did you just call me Canadian?”
Noya waved a hand. He was maybe still slightly stoned; hanging out with Tanaka right before movie night always did that. And. Okay, so maybe he really wanted Asahi to sleep here. Maybe he really liked the idea that they’d wake up together, maybe he was the worst weirdest sappiest person alive. “It’s—they’re polite, in Canada, right? It’s their thing. Politeness and like. Pancakes, or something.”
“Syrup, I think,” Asahi said, still looking at him weirdly.
“Couch, Asahi,” Noya said, pointing to it, and, reluctantly, Asahi went. Noya threw him his favorite pillow and softest blanket. Just to. Make up the comfort gap, or something.
He rolled over and jammed his face into his second-favorite pillow.
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Not only did Asahi fall asleep like a bear, he slept like a bear. Including rasping snoring noises and an apparent complete inability to wake up to any outside stimulus, including Noya shaking his shoulder and repeatedly saying his name.
Noya stood above him, weighing his options.
He was pretty sure people were supposed to stop snoring if you rolled them onto their sides. The problem was, rolling Asahi onto his side would just be rolling him off of the narrow couch and onto the floor. Noya’s not sure that would even wake him up, but it would effectively mean that Asahi had won their argument, and that wouldn’t stand. There had to be some way to move him so he would be quieter without admitting defeat. And there was—it was a Herculean effort of strength, but Noya was confident in himself.
“Okay,” Noya said to himself. “Right.”
He leaned down to hook his arms under Asahi’s armpits and—paused, swallowing. Asahi’s snoring had diminished momentarily to just harsh, slow breathing, his lips parted, his face turned up to Noya’s. His eyelids were still, his eyelashes dark against the planes of his cheeks, and Noya bit at the insides of his own to keep himself from doing anything stupid.
He took a breath. Leaned further down, slid his arms underneath Asahi’s back, and hauled him upward. Half-carrying, half-dragging, he managed to deposit him onto his bed, picking up his feet to swing him fully onto it. He went back and retrieved his pillow and blanket, then bit his lip and clambered up onto the bed himself, throwing one foot across Asahi and following it with the rest of him.
Which of course meant that when Asahi opened his eyes, Noya was frozen halfway over him in the dark, eyes wide.
Asahi stared up at him, face soft. “Noya?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.
“Um,” said Noya, still frozen, “hi.”
Asahi’s brain was still half asleep—Noya could tell by the way he wasn’t, y’know, freaking out—but it didn’t make the slow smile that curled his mouth any less beautiful. “Noya,” he said again, a little wondering, “you’re so…” He raised a hand, touching the tip of Noya’s chin with an impossibly gentle knuckle.
Noya’s heart stopped.
Unfortunately, Asahi also stopped, his voice trailing away into deep breathing again. He dropped his hand and rolled onto his side, face content, and Noya flopped down behind him, shoving his face into the warmth of his back in an attempt not to scream.
