#asakage

“you thirsty?”

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Kageyama Tobio is done.

Finished.

Gone.

Dead.

The culprit?  Azumane Asahi and his ridiculously messy bun and his unfairly attractive smile and his wickedly comfortable flannel shirts.  Shirts.  Plural.

Shirts that Tobio steals every single chance he gets.  

Did he mention that they’re really comfortable?

And they smell like Asahi?

And they make the ache in his chest when he has to leave Asahi behind just a little bit more bearable?

But.

But.

Tobio has a solution for that.  A solution for the way his stomach twists and his ribs ache and his heart threatens to crack in two each time he heads out into a dewy morning and shuts the door quietly behind him.

He has a solution.  But he doesn’t really have a plan on how to bring that solution to life.

Because every time he finally gets the chance to see Asahi he promptly forgets pretty much everything other than spending as much time with Asahi as humanly possible.

He stops outside the door of Asahi’s apartment and takes a deep breath.  This time?  This time he’s going to do it.  He unlocks the door and steps inside.

“Hey Asahi.  I’m back,” he calls out.  He knows Asahi is here.  Asahi makes it a point to be home when Tobio comes back after a long trip.

He knows Asahi is here.  He just has to find his boyfriend.  Which shouldn’t be too hard.  It’s not like Asahi’s apartment is all that big.

“Asahi?”

He’s not in the kitchen or the living room or his tiny closet of an office.  Which really only leaves one place: the bedroom.  Tobio peeks into the bathroom on the way, just to be sure, but it’s empty.  Which is good.  Because the conversation he wants to have is not something he feels should be had in a bathroom.

He pushes open the bedroom door and promptly forgets he wanted to have a conversation at all.  Because Asahi is curled up on top of the covers in one of his ridiculous flannel shirts with his hair a mess and Tobio loves him so much.  Tobio settles on the edge of the bed and just watches Asahi sleep for a few minutes before he reaches out and runs his fingers along Asahi’s cheek.

Asahi’s eyelids flutter at the touch and he blinks awake slowly, a smile creeping onto his face as he registers that Tobio is sitting next to him.

“Hey,” Asahi murmurs sleepily.

“Hey,” Tobio replies.  “I’m back.”

Asahi smile only grows the more he wakes up.  “I missed you.”

“Missed you too.”  Tobio runs his fingers down Asahi’s cheek again.  Something niggles at the back of his mind as he watches Asahi nuzzle into his hand and stretch his back and shoulders.  “I have something to ask you.”

Asahi raises his brows.  “Oh?”

“Wanna move in together?  Find a house somewhere and spend forever with me?”

Asahi pulls him down onto the bed and curls around him with a happy hum.  “I’d love to.  I thought you’d never ask.”

Tobio laughs.  “I kept getting distracted.”

“By what?”

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A bitter wind tore through the empty treetops and people on the street hustled by in search of a scrap of warmth to escape from the oncoming cold. Huddled in his favorite chair by the window, however, Asahi was warm and safe from the autumn chill. He sipped his hot cocoa with a contented hum. He could hear the wind outside and the shuffling of his lover down the hall.

It wasn’t long before the shuffling stopped and became the soft tread of footsteps on carpet. Asahi looked up from his book to see Kageyama padding toward him in a pair of sweatpants and a sweater that hung down almost to his knees. He stopped in front of Asahi’s chair, picking up his book with careful fingers and settling it on the table. Asahi did the same with his cocoa, then opened his arms for Kageyama to crawl into his lap.

“This is my sweater, you know,” Asahi scolded. Kageyama shrugged, snuggling closer.

“It’s warm and comfortable,” he said, like that could possibly excuse such a heinous theft. “You’re warm and comfortable,” Kageyama added, his voice soft and content. Asahi pulled him even closer, resting his chin on Kageyama’s head.

Kageyama (9) and Asahi (3):

Asahi winds up sticking around town instead of heading off for college and somehow gets roped into assisting with Karasuno practices before/after his job.

Kageyama finds himself getting advice and tips from Asahi more often than not, put at ease by the way Asahi gives it.

They walk together after afternoon practice, since Asahi’s job is on Kageyama’s way home.

After a while Kageyama lingers longer and longer with Asahi, sometimes standing at the counter or shelf that Asahi is working at and talking together.

It takes Tsukishima’s sassy remark for Kageyama to realize that they’ve been spending a lot of time together, and that he hadn’t really noticed, but he enjoys Asahi’s company in a way he’d never really thought he could. They start officially dating not long after.