#asaiwa

Come play Trick or Treat, and I’ll leave you with sweetness and fluff, or darkness and twistiness.

Treat

“No way.” Hajime crossed his arms over his chest, which did nothing to stop his sleeves from stretching over his biceps. Asahi had plans for those biceps. But that would be later. He looked up, and gave Hajime the best puppy dog eyes be could - Hinata had taught him well. 

“But I can’t do it,” he said, blinking slowly. Hajime just scowled even deeper. 

“And why in the fuck not?” So. He wasn’t budging, then. Time to pull out the big guns. 

“My hair. I can’t bob for apples because of my hair.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“It’s just hair!”

“You tell that to Kiyoko and see if you walk away with both of your balls.” Hajime shuddered. Asahi knew that feeling well. Hajime sighed, and ran a hand over his hair - hair that hadn’t been slaved over for an hour. 

“Okay, yeah, she’s pretty terrifying.” 

“And proud of it. Which means, you get to bob for apples.” Hajime rolled his eyes. However, he didn’t step towards the barrel, as Asahi had expected. Instead, he stepped right into Asahi’s space and draped his arms over Asahi’s shoulders. 

“The things I do for you.” Asahi smiled, snaking his hands around Hajime’s hips to rest on the small of his back. 

“You would do just about anything for me, and you know it.” Asahi leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Hajime’s lips. He could tell that Hajime was trying, and failing, not to smile into it. 

“I definitely don’t remember that being part of the deal,” he said as Asahi broke the kiss. He knew it, Hajime was smirking. 

So there’s a little less Asahi in here than planned.  Oops?

“See, this is why I blame you all the time. I am never wrong! Your latest idea was to get us stranded on an island to avoid your newest problem.”  Hajime growled at Oikawa and mimed choking him before he spun on his heel and stormed away.  The dramaticness of it was ruined a little by the way he sunk into the sand with each step.  But he stormed as best as he could down the beach until he found a rocky outcropping to stomp along.  He picked up a handful of shells and stones and alternated trying to skim them with seeing how far he could throw them before thy plunked into the water.

Oikawa approached him carefully, warily, and scuffed his shoes on the rocks behind Hajime until he sighed and glanced back over his shoulder.

“What?” Hajime bit out.

“Is it too late for sorry?”  Oikawa smiled sheepishly and Hajime kind of hated the fact that he really couldn’t stay mad at his idiot of a best friend.  Even when he got them stranded on an island just to avoid a problem.

“You can always apologize,” Hajime said.  “Doesn’t mean I have to accept it.”

“Ouch,” Oikawa muttered.  “Well for what it’s worth I am sorry.  I didn’t mean to drag you here with me when I panicked and ran away like an idiot.”

Hajime snorted.  At least Oikawa could admit to being an idiot.  That was an improvement from their childhood when he refused to be anything other than brilliant.

“Yeah, well.  You ran away and dragged me with you and ruined my day with Asahi just because you panicked when Tanaka asked you out.  And now we’re stuck on some random island instead of sipping drinks on deck and I’m not watching Asahi’s rippling muscles while he suns himself on the deck chair next to me because you can’t fathom that someone other than me actually wants to spend time with you.”  Hajime crossed his arms and turned to face Oikawa.  “Does that about cover it?” Hajime asked almost sweetly.

Oikawa paled a little and cleared his throat a few times.  “Uh.  Yeah.  That, uh.  That about covers it.”  Oikawa laughed nervously.  “That’s uh what best friends are for?”

Hajime rolled his eyes and turned away from the wide open sea.  He tossed his arm around Oikawa’s shoulders and hauled him back towards the tree line.

“Well best friend, just help me figure out how we’re going to get ourselves rescued.”  He cracked his neck and eyed the sun high in the sky.  “I have a date for tomorrow I’d like to make it to if possible.”  Oikawa’s shoulders slumped with relief and he gave Hajime a bright smile.

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Come into my ask box, ask trick or treat, and I’ll either treat you to some fluff, or trick you with some darkness!

Trick

Asahi was in luck. He was drunk on the giddy feeling. Not that Hajime would ever know. But that wasn’t his business.

Running into Hajime at the bookstore had been a stroke of luck. Everything that came after had taken careful planning and consideration. And Asahi was nothing if not absolutely thorough.

Over the next few weeks, Asahi took note of where Hajime went after work. Where he did his groceries. Where he bought his coffee. And at what times. And, as always, Asahi held back and remained unseen.

Next, he had to pick his spot. He had options, of course, but that somehow didn’t make his decision any easier. He also had to consider the time of year. He didn’t want the ground to harden too much before he was ready.

He almost stumbled upon it accidentally. He was wandering the town, searching, when he’d happened upon the old cemetery. It looked like it hadn’t been tended to in years, decades even. The most recent gravestone was dated 1894. It was perfect.

Once Asahi had walked around the cemetery and picked his spot, he marked it by leaving a symbol behind made of twigs. To anyone walking by, it would just look like a few snapped off pieces of a bush. But Asahi would know better. And that was all that mattered.

Next, Asahi readied his tools. He didn’t much, but what he required would fit nicely in an unsuspecting backpack. Everything was clean from last time, and packed neatly.

Now, Asahi had to wait. And wait. Until just the right moment. He never knew exactly when that moment would present itself, but, thankfully, Asahi was practiced in patience, and skilled in remaining unseen in the background. He’d learned from his past mistakes. And every time he planned, and considered, and plotted, he continued to perfect his methods.

Seemingly by coincidence, Asahi ran into Hajime at what he knew to be Hajime’s favourite café at 3PM on a Saturday afternoon. They chatted for a few minutes, and then Asahi knew. This was his moment. If he didn’t act now, he would never have this chance again. Not without his actions growing suspicious to Hajime.

“What do you say we move this discussion somewhere else? I know a good spot nearby!” Asahi said cheerfully, flashing Hajime a sweet, kind smile. Hajime grinned back.

“Sounds good! Lead the way!”

As they exited the café, Asahi knew his weeks of plotting would pay off. He chatted amicably with Hajime as he led them towards the abandoned cemetery. Slowly, Asahi pulled a syringe out of a side pocket of his backpack.

@marseeargh  This is for you Marsh for the @hqrarepairexchange

For @meowable-chan and her accursed rare pair night

“Azumane, you are my friend and I love and respect you, but what the actual fuck?” Asahi simply blinked at Daichi in confusion.

“What did I do now?” he asked. Suga stepped into the clubroom then and immediately started giggling.

“That’s a good look for you!” he crowed. Asahi smiled.

“Thank you,” he said, and turned to pull on his practice shirt, careful not to disturb the little silk flowers pinned into his hair.

Of course, it couldn’t last forever. By the time morning practice was over, only half were still in place. The rest fell out over the course of the day and afternoon practice, leaving Asahi with a handful of pins and a wistful sigh. He tucked them into his pocket and trudged along home.

“Oh, Asahi,” his mother greeted when he stepped through the front door. “Your friend arrived about half an hour ago. I sent him up to your room.” He blinked in surprise.

“What friend?” he asked. She waved her hand at him.

“Your friend,” she reiterated. Asahi flushed and sputtered, backing out of the kitchen as quickly as he could. He took the stairs two at a time and thew open the door to his bedroom.

Iwaizumi was curled in the very corner of his bed, sitting up but sound asleep. He was wearing one of Asahi’s sweaters, his hands hidden by the sleeves and his cheek pressed into the fabric. It was absolutely adorable.

Asahi closed the door quietly behind him and slipped out of his jacket and slacks. He crawled into bed, careful not to wake the sleeping boy. Surrounded by warmth and the sound of steady breaths, he fell asleep quickly.

-

Hajime didn’t pause in his motions when Asahi stirred. There wasn’t much that could wake him up, not even Hajime moving him so that he lay in his lap. Soft strands of chestnut hair slipped through Hajime’s fingers again and again, the feeling hypnotic and the motion comforting.

“Haj’me?” Asahi mumbled. “What’re you doing here?” Hajime smiled.

“My study session was canceled because Hanamaki has the flu,” he explained. “I figured I’d surprise you.” Asahi hummed and pressed his head up into Hajime’s touch.

“All the flowers fell out,” he whispered. Hajime chuckled.

“I didn’t expect them to stay in,” he said. Asahi huffed through his nose, a displeased little sound that made Hajime’s chest feel warm. “If you like, I could do it again.”

He could almost feel Asahi’s happiness as he smiled and sighed, stretching contentedly.

“Later,” Asahi said. “’M too comfortable to move right now.” Hajime smiled.