#* asta !

he’ll walk in without invitation, hands on their shoulders. “we need to run away right now, no questions asked.” a small tilt to his head before clicking his tongue, “just for a day, all you need is a bag and then we get in my car and go...do you trust me?” 

“no- no! yuno are you dumb?! squishmallows are literally the best creation on this planet and they curb stomp stuffed animals any day.” there is a clear frustration in asta’s tone, staring at his brother in annoyance. “how are you going to look at me and tell me you think melting into a squishmallow isn’t life changing? it’s literally in the name...squishy and marshmallow-y!” 

it doesn’t take asta too long clearing out his apartment the morning after. the easiest part comes from how hungover most are, it’ll be harder for them to remember the last 12 hours. he cranes his neck to the left, then right before groaning in exhaustion — all he wanted was rest. unfortunately, the dream was cut short by a knock at the door, slightly irritating him in the process. asta would lean against the doorframe, blocking the entry as his eyes danced with the person before him, “i don’t think i saw you last night,” an eyebrow raise, “is there something you forgot here?”