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Headcanon that Yui's really good at braiding hair and all the girls on her team want her to braid it for matches. But they're so confused like "Yui, you're hair's mad short how are you so good at this." but truth is she practices on Asahi all the time
//YAAAAAAAAAAS I LOVE THIS! CAUSE THEN ASAHI CAN HAVE A FRENCH BRAID DURING MATCHES OR PRACTICE AND PEOPLE WILL BE ALL WHERE YOU GET THAT AND HE BE ALL I GOT IT FROM YUI
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36. You look like you need a hug.
Asahi frowned as he watched the girls team walk off the court having just lost another match. This year was not their year and he could tell it was taking a big toll on Yui, their captain. He quickly excused himself from the stands and went after the crowd of girls.
"Hey Yui!" Asahi called after her. He caught up to her "Hey… you look like you need a hug.." He had no idea what else to say other than that. Then he wrapped his arms around Yui and held her close to him.
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15. Last Kiss ((its about to get deep as fuck up in here))
Asahi wiped the tears from his face, no this couldn’t be happening. Why would Yui be leaving so suddenly, they still had so much to do together. He wrapped her in his arms to hug her tightly against him then kissed her firmly on the lips “Please don’t leave Yui, please…”
Trick or treat!
"Why are there so many people who want candy?" He said as he tossed yet another pouch of candy at Yui.
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It was raining outside with a cold that sat in your bones making you feel miserable. "Yu," it was weird using his first name at first but now that Yui was used to it, it felt right. "Get your butt over here and keep me warm." (As the ss MichiNoya braves the cold)
The bus was late. Why was the bus late. Had he offended the bus god at some point, not made his sacrifice? That was the only reason he thought justified enough to make both of them wait out in the rain. The cold, cold- did he mention cold- rain. It sunk down through his clothes and left him feeling like he had jumped into a shower with his clothes on. And he was cold.
He jumped at the sound of Yui’s voice, and his head flicked back to where Michimiya stood behind him. He made a noncommittal noise but moved all the same, slinging his backpack onto the other shoulder so that he could lean against her side. They were getting closer, no doubt about it. The whole reason they were out here in the first place was because practice had run late and they had still for some god-forsaken reason decided to walk home together. He was starting to regret that decision now, mostly because she wouldn’t be stuck out in this if it wasn’t for him. To be fair he preferred having her here. Two wet rats was better than one. Plus, despite her request towards him, she was pretty warm herself.
"If either of us gets a cold from this, I will personally ensure that the bus driver disappears mysteriously." Another shiver ran through him and he brushed his wet bangs out of his face. There wasn’t enough hair gel in the world to prep him for this cloudburst.
"Hey Azumane-kun," Yui poked her head into the classroom. "I have a message from Sawamura-kun." [hello!!]
"From Sawamura-kun?"
He pushed himself upright to come and face her at the door, a shy smile slipping onto his face. "Is it about practice?"
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the tips of fingers glided over supple flesh, slick with moisture that if he tasted would probably seem dully sweet. between each gentle fold he teased with simple strokes, smearing sticky wetness and using a single digit to circle that tender bundle of nerves that made thighs twitch on contact.
“…god… you’re wet—” it was more a mutter to himself in observation, feeling a little smug and proud at being able to draw out this reaction. looking up from his position with a gentle smile, he awaited a sign that he should continue, that it would be okay to insert the finger he’d been lightly prodding at her opening with.
