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ahhh an original for a change woo! hope this finds the right crowd
warnings. sfw :0 minors still DNI
details. afab!reader / fluff / sprinkling of suggestiveness / crushing on asahi / validated crush / platonic?touch / mutual!crush / sweet!asahi / sensitive!asahi / love language: physical touch / sleepy, feel-good fic / 1.4k words
links. masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests OPEN.
Asahi's shoulder had been rubbing on your calf for three hours now. It was warm, pleasant, but not indicative of a damn thing.
You craved more.
The only evidence you had, equally falsifiable as it was, was the fact that he had not moved away from you.
You gave a disinterested sigh at the colorful, flashing TV. Smash Bros was fun for the first hour, but you soon gave your controller to Nishinoya and had no stake in the fight.
You glanced down at Asahi's handsome face for the umpteenth time tonight.
He held a soft frown, his brow naturally heavy and set like he was frustrated at whatever he focused on. Asahi didn't play much. He liked to watch, and gave some commentary, but you figured out that he must have simply enjoyed the inclusion, the company, of a close sleepover such as this one.
When he reached across the floor in front of you to grab another sour gummy worm from its bag, you forced a fake interest in the screen again. He lingered a moment or two too long. Then, he found what he was looking for and sat back upright, chewing on it, color by color instead of all-in-one.
Your fists tightened. Morbid curiosity, mixed with a bit of sleep deprivation, and compounded boredom, fueled a stormy, boundary-crossing question.
It was a mutter, but anyone not paying 100% attention to the game could probably hear you, "Could I play with your hair?"
As soon as the last syllable left your lips, you grew hot with regret.
That was the kind of question that could make things too weird, too quick, and things might never be the same. You could spare that embarrassment with just about anyone else in this room, but not him.
It was innocent, but didn't sound like it; not out loud. You just wanted to touch him. That sounded awful, but the feeling was so strong and pure, you couldn't fully believe that it was as wrong as its near-guaranteed perception.
Asahi raised his brows, honey-brown eyes made intentionally softer for you.
He returned your exact volume, "Sure!"
Your expression remained still, a little wide-eyed, still polite, as you digested his too-easy yes.
Suga gave you an ultra-soft nudge, your queue, in a way, to come back to the land of the living. You glanced to him, unable to hide your shock, and he chuckled at you.
"-Haven't brushed it in a few hours--," Asahi was pulling his hair out of the clip he had it confined in.
It all cascaded down his shoulders in a dark, rich, shade of brown. His fingers racked through it, close to the scalp, a few times, with a little shake. His curls came loose and you couldn't see his face as he leaned, settling onto the carpet in front of you.
"Let me know if there's too many tangles. I can get those- uh--,"
You both realized your knees were not a comfortable surface to lean back on.
In an awkward, shaky adjustment, you spread your knees apart to make room for his shoulders on the back of the couch, closer to you. He took the liberty of grabbing your ankles and placing your legs in front of him.
Your body was frozen, unsure of what to do, with the sensation of his warm, warm body on your legs- his hands easily wrapped around your ankles. You could feel his bulky, muscular shoulders on the back of your thighs and had to collect yourself for a few moments.
His hair was so soft. It slipped through your fingers like water.
Coconut oil. You caught a whiff of it and almost melted. You desperately hoped he couldn't sense the tremble in your fingers.
Every twitch, every movement, you made mental note of.
It took minutes to get adjusted to the act of being this close to him, without overanalyzing every breath. He kept the bag of gummy worms in his lap, and ate more frequently now that he didn't have to try as hard to get to them.
But you couldn't stay so nervous forever.
Fatigue, if anything, overcame your anxiety and helped you slowly relax. You paid half-attention to the screen, half to the braids you began, brushed out with your fingers, then restarted with muscle memory.
You would take your time parting his hair at the scalp, using your nails to better separate the sections, and go about the process from side to side, then back again.
"Looks like somebody's falling asleep," Suga mumbled.
As sleepy as you felt, you automatically thought was that he was talking about you.
When you turned to look at him, confused, you noticed he was instead looking at your lap. A feint smile, amused, but charmed, on across his own tired face.
Curious, you craned to look down at Asahi-- his eyes were rolling back into the sockets, his whole face completely relaxed. It was downright adorable.
You slowly brushed out the braid and just used your nails to give him head scratches, instead.
"Mm-h," Was his short, quiet groan.
Now you could feel the full weight of his body adjust, twitching, as he woke up and started to fall back asleep again.
His deep sigh lifted your thighs along with the height of his shoulders. He leaned his head back onto your hands, then crossed his arms, trapping your ankles with a small shimmy.
From here, you realized his skull was kind of big. It was proportional to his body, but it felt like he was spreading your inner thighs further than you fantasized he might.
The way he craned his head back made it almost impossible to get to his hair. You were looking straight down at his twitchy, sleeping face.
Your fingers needed something to do. They flitted over his skin in a natural reaction.
He sighed through his nose, relaxed again, fully into you.
Your heart fluttered at the seemingly unconscious action. You were careful not to scratch him as you began tracing over all his chiseled features.
His crooked nose bridge, up to his forehead, through his thick eyebrows. You dipped your knuckles down his cheeks and discovered exactly how much you liked his facial hair.
He shaved more of his face than you thought. His 5 o'clock shadow was rough, and textured, along his jaw.
The other guys were starting to head to bed.
Some looked satisfied in their bundled up blankets, laying on the floor where they had fallen asleep a while ago watching the first-years and their endless energy. They, at least, continued to play into the small hours of the night.
Your desire to keep him here was getting blurred with your need to get some rest, too.
You took as much as enjoyment as you could waking him, using the kindest voice you could, lightly scratching his scalp again.
"Mm-!" He woke with a mumble and a quiet gasp.
His stubble scratched against your inner thigh as his head jerked properly upright. As much as you felt the scratch of his jaw, he felt the soft, smooth flesh of your leg and loved it, too.
Immediately, he realized his position and his rough hands slid back over your calves, calculating how much he actually needed to move.
You caught his hesitation for what it was, for once.
Your small, excited, smile remained audible as you told him, "We're going to sleep now."
Asahi nodded, but didn't move. Not right away, at least.
"Mmkay," He grumbled, and twisted to lean hard against your right leg. He clutched it tighter and smushed the side of his face into your supple skin.
The way his small movement shifted your balance kept your fists tight, your lip bitten, and your heartbeat strong throughout your whole body.
You whispered, giddy, "Asahi-!"
"(Y/n)," He muttered, in a very weak attempt to return your inflection.
Your hand placement was second, triple, then quadruple-guessed before you decided to place it on his chest, doubled over to better speak to him.
"I'm serious, I need to get up."
From here, you were nearly eye-level. He glanced at you. Needy, still.
His gaze was low, steady, and fuzzy in intention.
It sent a shiver down your spine.
After a moment, he yielded with another tired sigh and rubbed a firm squeeze into your shin. And even though you were released, you remained to return his kindness with another stroke through his hair.
From the side, you could see how his jaw tightened at the motion. It needed to stop there.
You prayed he wouldn't forget about this when the morning came around.
@dira333: I liked your wakatoshi piece, so what about Asahi and the way he shows love?
Words of Affirmation: Asahi may not always be the most vocal when it comes to expressing his feelings, but when he does, it’s meaningful. He tends to be soft-spoken and thoughtful, choosing his words carefully.
When he’s in love, he’ll often slip in little compliments during everyday conversations, like telling you how beautiful you look or how much he appreciates your kindness. He may not shout his affection from the rooftops, but the quiet sincerity in his words makes you feel incredibly loved. Sometimes, Asahi will also express his emotions in small but powerful ways, like sending you encouraging texts before a big event or giving you a heartfelt “I’m proud of you” after you accomplish something important.
He’s the type to write small notes for you—whether it’s in the form of sticky notes on your desk or a short message in a card. The words may be simple, but they’re always sincere, and that’s what makes them so special. Asahi’s words can be like a warm hug if you're feeling down or insecure. He’ll gently reassure you that you’re enough, that he loves you just the way you are, and that he believes in you wholeheartedly. His words are a steady anchor when you need it most.
Physical Touch: Asahi is gentle and affectionate, and while he might be shy about initiating physical affection in public, he’s a lot more comfortable showing love through touch in private. He loves holding hands, especially when you’re walking somewhere together. It’s his way of silently showing that you’re his and that he’s proud to be by your side.
He’s also a big fan of cuddling—whether it’s on the couch while watching a movie or after a long day, he enjoys being close to you. His hugs are warm and protective, offering a sense of safety and calm. Asahi might also rest his head on your shoulder or lean into you when you’re sitting next to each other, a quiet but constant reminder of his affection.
When you’re feeling down or upset, Asahi will often hold you close, letting the warmth of his touch and the comfort of his presence speak for him when words feel unnecessary. He believes that sometimes, the best way to show love is through simply being there and offering a quiet embrace.
note: sorry it took me so long :( I had a hard time coming up with his love languages, but I knew that I wanted to put words of affirmation... the scene where he wants to have that cheesy last tournament speech with the third years :')
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Yes I know he is a guy but I can’t help but say that this Cinnamon Roll of a man is my Waifu he is best Waifu and my only one. I said it kinda as a joke many years back, and it stuck.
What can I say about Asahi he’s strong sweet pea. It doesn’t help his number is 3 my lucky number and is a pillar to the team. I just like him. Let’s be honest sometime we don’t have an understanding on why we like certain fictional men/women fully but once the seed starts to sprout we are full steam ahead making sure it grows out of control.
He still stand as my favourite male character in this samurai warriors franchise, chose him on a whim because I thought he was an odd character and is a ninja. In the end I loved his banter with the other characters and concept of being a wild card. He was originally put in as a “joke character” like a few other in the dynasty and samurai warriors games honestly I like most of the “joke” characters they put in or extra characters. Like Keiji, kojiro, Okuni, Zheng He.
I love him and I will play as him all the time if I could
(looking at you sw5 how dare you remove my man you made him some “immortal demon” and take him out. hell you took all the Hojo out, not to mention all my other favourites)
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