#oiasa

“Asahi! Get in here! Now!” Asahi bolted upright in bed, woken suddenly by the screech from the living room. Asahi checked the clock on the nightstand and registered the time as 2:47AM. Grumbling, he got out of bed and swore to exact revenge as quickly as possible.

“What the ever loving fuck do you want, Tooru?” Asahi leaned against the doorframe, staring down the insanity that greeted him in the living room.

Living with a mystery and thriller writer was not what Asahi had planned for his life. Falling in love with him was a whole new level of surprise. But when Tooru’s first manuscript had landed on Asahi’s editing desk all those years ago, he couldn’t help but be attracted to the mind behind such a convoluted story. As the years went on, Tooru won award after award, Asahi by his side. At some point, he’d even been dubbed the Japansese Harlan Coban. Asahi was so, so damn proud of him.

Except for right now. Right now, Asahi kind of wanted to smother him with a pillow.

“Look!” Tooru pointed at the pinboard that he’d placed in front of the TV. “I think I cracked it! I think I figured out where this story is going!” Asahi gazed at the board Tooru was manically pointing at. There were Post-It notes in various colours pinned here and there, some attached to each other by various coloured yarns, others free-standing. It looked like a manic murder board from all the cheesy detective movies Tooru liked to watch. And Asahi was way to tired for this shit.

“As fascinating as this is,” he drawled, “I have other things I’d rather be doing. Like sleeping. Which you should also be doing.”

“But Asa-chan! This could be my greatest hit yet!” Tooru had that ‘I haven’t slept in six days and I’m running on pure spite and caffeine’ look about him that usually spelled trouble.

“Yeah, okay, that’s enough of that.” Asahi walked up to Tooru and threw him over his shoulder. “You can keep plotting your best-seller when it isn’t bullshit-o’clock in the morning.”

“You are no fun, Asa-chan,” Tooru pouted. Asahi threw him on the bed, crawled in behind him, and tucked them both in.

“I don’t care. Time for sleep.” Asahi kissed the back of Tooru’s neck and settled in. He felt Tooru melt against him with a yawn.

“Okay, Asa-chan. Whatever you say. Love you.”

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“Great.  Perfect.  Nice.”  Asahi’s voice was empty.  He took a deep breath.  “Fuck this,” he breathed out and turned on his heel.

Tooru’s lips twitched towards a smile.  “I don’t think I’ve ever really heard you swear,” he teased, leaning to the side to peer down the hallway.  The smile fell from his face as he watched Asahi tug on his boots and yank the laces tight.  “Asahi?”  Asahi’s shoulders were tense as he tied his boots.  A wave of cool fear washed over Tooru as he watched Asahi grab his jacket from the closet and yank it on.  “Asahi?” he tried again.  He licked at his suddenly dry lips.

Asahi’s fingers wrapped around the doorknob and Tooru struggled to breathe.  It was a horrible joke.  Asahi was going to turn around and give Tooru that sweet smile of his and everything would go back to being right in the world.  Not this weird off balance it suddenly was.

There was a bright flash of light when the door opened and then it was gone.  And so was Asahi.  The sudden vacuum of silence left in his wake was overwhelming.  Thoughts swirled in his head, chasing each other down the drain of his mind, and sitting heavily in his gut.  He broke the silence with a ragged gasp.  He scrambled from his chair and rushed to the door, sure that Asahi was waiting just on the other side.  Waiting for Tooru to come to his senses, waiting for Tooru to come after him.

The only thing waiting for Tooru was the bright afternoon sun and the sudden clamor of the outside world.  He couldn’t even see Asahi’s form disappearing into the distance or whatever weird cliche his brain was trying to tell him he should be expecting to see.

Asahi was gone.

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“What do I do?”  Tooru pressed his cheek against his table, phone pressed against his ear.  “It’s not like when you’re mad at me.  Where I know it’s gonna be fine in like an hour and you’ll forgive me and we’re okay again and I don’t really have to do anything.”

Hajime sighed and Tooru could picture him rubbing his temple and rolling his head back and forth to crack his neck.

“ASA-CHANYOU HAVE TO HELP ME!”

Asahicontinued wiping down the counter, hoping that if he ignored theshouting coming from the door it would go away. No such luck, itturned out, because Oikawa launched himself at Asahi’sback and clung to him like a koala. Asahi sighed and straightened up,moving to wipe down a table instead.

“Asa-chan,”whined Oikawa.

“Ihave to go behind the counter now,” Asahi said. “There arecustomers waiting.”

“I’ma customer,” Oikawa huffed.

“Thenget off of me and order something,” Asahi said. Oikawa dropped tothe floor and sauntered up to the counter. Asahi rolled his eyes andwalked behind the register, grabbing a cup and a marker. He wrotedown Oikawa’s usual order and handed it off to the other barista onduty.

“SoI have this problem,” Oikawa said.

“Zerofucks given. Next, please,” Asahi said. Oikawa squawked, but hemoved out of the way to let Asahi deal with the woman behind him. Hewaited until she was gone, happily sipping her frappe, before hepounced again.

“SoI have this problem,” he repeated. Asahi sighed and hung his head.

“IfI ask you what your problem is, will you go away?” he asked.

“No,but I won’t stop bugging you until you ask anyway,” Oikawa said.

“Fine.What is your problem?”

“Ineed a date to my cousin’s wedding,” he said. “A big, strongman who can shut up all my gossiping aunts with a glare or two. Andsince you’re the most intimidating person I know besides Iwa-chan,I figured I would ask you.”

“Andwhat do I get out of it?” Asahi asked.

“Freebooze and cake, and an opportunity to hear my baby stories from mygrandma,” Oikawa said. Asahi raised an eyebrow.

“Highstakes,” he said. “What makes you this desperate?”

Oikawabit his lip. He shook his head rapidly and said, “Okayso maybe I just wanted to ask you on a date,” he said. “This wasthe perfect opportunity.”

“Youcould have just asked me out to dinner,” Asahi laughed. “Youdidn’t need to make it a family occasion.”

“Yeahyeah I should have thought of that before,” Oikawa said, waving hishand in front of his face. “The point is, are you in?”

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Asahi looks over to him from where he’s settled in his favorite armchair, the sun streaming in the window behind him. “Why’re you staring at me?”

Tooru grins and slides off the couch, beginning to sing even before his feet have touched the floor. “You're just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off you.”

Asahi is already pleasantly pink by the time that Tooru makes it to his chair to perch gently in his lap, and he continues singing before he can say anything. “You'd be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much.”

He caresses a hand down Asahi’s cheek, flushed and warm, and tilts his chin up so they can meet eyes again. Asahi only gets redder at Tooru’s attention, turns from a delicate pink to a bright red as Tooru continues to sing at him, crooning the words of the sappy love song as easily as breathing. He pulls Asahi out of the chair and Asahi follows, their hands tangled even as Tooru allows Asahi to spin them gently around the living room.

They dance around the room, twirling and spinning, until Tooru finally finishes singing, trailing off into quiet, and then Asahi holds him close to his chest, staring at him, still blushing but with a fond smile on his face, the one he only uses when he thinks Tooru is being adorable. Tooru smiles back, the soft, sappy feeling still strong, and then Asahi leans down to press their foreheads together and it increases tenfold.

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@oikawararepairweek Day 3: Domestic or Summer Break/Holidays

Tooru woke with his head on Asahi’s chest, Asahi’s arms wrapped tight around his waist. It was the first day of their first vacation as a couple, and all Tooru wanted to do was go back to sleep. So he did.

When he woke again, Asahi was gone, but the bed was still warm where he had been. Tooru could hear the sound of cooking coming from the little kitchenette on the other side of their suite and smiled to himself. He rolled onto his back and spread his arms, luxuriating in the massive bed. His eyes closed for a moment and he considered going back to sleep. Then he rolled over and crawled out of the bed.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Azumane Asahi/Oikawa Tooru Characters: Azumane Asahi, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Developing Relationship Series: Part 2 of Tears Summary:

In the aftermath of a life changing mistake, Asahi has to learn how to live again, though he might need to accept a little help.

A third part, corresponding to this and this. 

By the time Asahi got his repair shop up and running, it had been a few weeks since his untimely return. He’d sported the bruise Tooru had given him with pride - if Tooru felt enough to get violent (which was highly unusual) then clearly he still felt something. It was up to Asahi now to turn that something into good, great even, if he could manage without another punch to the face.

All things considered, Asahi thought of himself as lucky. Not only was he in charge of his own business, but things were well enough that he could hire on a couple guys to help out. Semi and Futakuchi made for great banter, and better mechanics than Asahi could have ever hoped for. Of course, he could do without finding them in all sorts of embraces around the shop, but if that was the least of his worries, he’d let it slide. For now.

Working next door to his best friends also provided a generous bonus. And with both their apartments on top of their businesses, it made for easy access to nights in with beers and pizza. It’s also how Asahi found himself on the wrong end of an intensive Daichi interrogation.

“Are you staying for a while, then, or setting up and moving on?” Daichi’s eyes were stern - Asahi knew he’d hurt both Suga and Daichi by leaving without notice. He had a lot more to make up for than he realized.

“I’m here to stay. I’m done running.” He shrugged. “And I missed you guys. It’s good to be back. It’s good to stay.”

“Does Oikawa know that? That you’re here for good?” Asahi groaned, remembering that night so many weeks ago at the bar. When he’d finally found himself away from home and semi-settled for a while, he’d grown the balls and called to tell Suga and Daichi what had transpired. While understanding, they were rightfully angry. Asahi had done what he could from a distance to rebuild their friendship. It had taken time, and Asahi was more than willing to put in as much effort as it would take - with them, as well as Tooru. Asahi sipped his beer and considered Daichi’s question.

“I don’t know if he knows I’m back for good, but I did see him. As you can recall, it did not end well.” Asahi rubbed at his jaw, absently remembering he impact. Tooru had always had spunk, but never like this. Something inside Asahi twisted. There was an entirely different Tooru for him to get to know.

“What’s your next step?”

“Wait for him to walk into my shop and drop his pants at how sexy I look covered in grease and oil.” Suga choked on his drink.

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious.” Daichi narrowed his eyes at Asahi, while handing Suga a napkin.

“Of course I’m not serious. I just wanted to see your reaction. In actual seriousness, I’m waiting for him to come to me and finally hash things out. There was a lot of hurt left behind, and I have any chance of having any sort of anything with him, we need to work that out. Preferably sooner rather than later.”

“Which is why we’ve been texting!” Suga sounded far too pleased with himself. Daichi rolled his eyes.

“Of course you have.”

“You should know better, Daichi. Oh, Suga, can I book you for next week? There’s some work I’d like done on my shoulder.” The rest of the evening progressed into a discussion of various tattoos Asahi wanted Suga to design for him, where to put them, and when to get them done.

Roughly two days later, just after his shop had closed for regular business hours, he heard the back door slam open - the door that Suga had a key to. He steeled himself, while reminding himself that he needed to be as open and honest as possible, and left his office.

“Tooru. Hi.”

“Don’t ‘hi’ me,” Tooru wheeled around, glaring and furious. “How dare you just set up shop and make yourself a permanent presence. Ten years, Asahi, it took you ten fucking years to come back!”

“Yes, it did.” Asahi kept his tone calm and even, despite his jackhammer heartbeat. Damn, Tooru was beautiful - even when he was fuming with rage.

“Did you think you’d just be welcome with open arms?” Tooru was shouting, he had every right to shout. Asahi took a deep breath. Right, honesty. That was key here.

“No, I did not. Though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping.” Tooru’s eyes widened.

“You can’t just come back after ten years and expect me to want you.” Tooru’s tone sounded full of hurt. His eyes were shining, holding back tears. Asahi cautiously took a step forward.

“I didn’t expect anything, Tooru. Hope and expectation are two different things. But I’m back. I came back to stop running - to stop pretending that ten years made me love you less. I came back to be home, to be around all the people I care about. I came back to make amends. I came back hoping for anything you’d be willing to give me, and to earn back the rest.” His voice was soft, but cracking.

“But why didn’t you stay, then, if this is what you’ve wanted all along?” Tooru stepped forward this time. Progress.

“Because I was young, stupid, and had no idea what to do. You’d just thrown me out of your house, without my pants might I remind you, and told me you never wanted me back. So, I ran. I left.” Asahi raked a hand through his hair, yanking out the tie keeping it up in a bun. With practiced ease, he pulled it back up and secured it. Tooru was studying him, watching his movements. “You know, you could concede to some fault for kicking me out pantsless.” Tooru choked on a snort.

“I can admit my faults! When I get some.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Asahi backed down. This was not the time to assign blame. This was a time for rebuilding and moving forward.

“I’m sorry, Tooru. I shouldn’t have left.” He took another step forward. Tooru’s shoulders relaxed.

“So, you’re back. For good?”

“For good. And I’d like to get to know you all over again. If you let me.” Tooru eyed him up for a moment before sauntering back towards the back door.

“One drink. One! The bar down the street. Clean up and meet me in half an hour. I want to know how a prospective baker on his way to culinary school turns into a greased up mechanic with tattoos and piercings.” Tooru slammed the door behind him upon his exit.