#poly karasuno

I've decided, against my better judgment and at the horrible enableationing of a certain @ezzydean, to write and post 365 ficlets this year, again. I've got a nifty little spreadsheet to keep track and everything. Each one of these will be a different sort of funness. Some will be ceated using the random fic generator I made a while back. Some will have to do with specific numbers or prompts. I'm not promising to post every single day, but I will have 365 by the end of the year. This one in particular is *apparently* the poly karasuno bug coming back to bite me once more, so enjoy!

"God damn you, you stupid motherfucking cunt waffle!"

Asahi smiled, not even bothering to open his eyes as the melody of profanity drifted through the house. It was a beautiful sound, the sound of his love and all the happiness she could bring to his life. There was a long pause of silence, long enough that Asahi could fully wake up and realize just how big and empty their bed was.

When she started shouting again, he grinned and threw the covers off.

"What are you cursing at today?" he asked, padding up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He had to stoop to bury his nose in her soft black hair, but it was worth it for the scent of her floral shampoo and the way she leaned back against him with a happy little hum.

"These morons don't know how to play," she groused, and clicked away at her controller some more.

"Why are you playing standing up, you weirdo?" he laughed, and she just shook her head.

"Gotta concentrate," she said, and then immediately shouted, "You fucking piss ant, my grandma could play better than that and she's fucking dead!"

Asahi shook his head with a chuckle and padded off to find himself some coffee. When she finished her round, she shut down the console and followed him into the kitchen.

"Happy birthday," she said, her voice soft and melodious as it always had been. She stepped up behind him, copying the pose he'd used a moment before, and nuzzling between his shoulder blades.

"Thank you, Kiyoko," he said. He patted at her hand until she let him turn around, but she never removed her arms from his waist. "What time does the chaos start?" he asked.

"I told the others to be here around noon, so any time between an hour ago and six this evening," she said. He laughed again, just in time with the pounding of fists on the door. She hummed, swatted him on the ass, then swiped his coffee cup from the counter and nodded toward the door. "Well?" she taunted. "Go on. You know they won't wait for long. They love you too much for that." There was a double meaning in that, but Asahi ignored it for the time being.

"Brat," he laughed, and went to face his fate. As he opened the door and several members of the old Karasuno team tumbled in in a pile, he couldn't help but think that this right here was exactly how he wanted it.

"Asahi-san!" Nishinoya shouted from his spot on the top of the heap. "What the hell are you still doing in your pajamas?"

"Well, Noya, I just woke up, having spent the morning of my birthday lounging in bed, but a certain group of miscreants decided to interrupt me," Asahi huffed, and Nishinoya grinned up at him.

"I don't think they know what the word 'miscreants' even means," Tsukishima drawled. He was the only one who had avoided the pile, and he stood with his hip leaning against the doorway and his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

"Probably not," Asahi agreed, and hauled Nishinoya out of the doorway so that the others could start standing. He counted six: Nishinoya and Tsukishima, Tanaka, Hinata, Kageyama, and buried all the way at the bottom where Asahi hadn't even seen him, Kinoshita, who turned and glowered at Kageyama as soon as he was freed. "Are the others coming here, or are we meeting them?" Asahi asked.

"Daichi-san and Suga-san said they were coming here, but Yamaguchi and Narita-san are picking Yacchan up and meeting us at the shrine," Hinata chirped in answer. Asahi glanced at the clock on the stove and nodded.

"We should probably get going as soon as Daichi and Suga get here, then, to make sure Tadashi and Kazuhito don't break anything," he said.

"You gonna go in your boxers?" Tanaka asked with a waggle of his eyebrows. Asahi glanced down at himself and hummed.

"I would, but you know how I feel about free shows," he answered, turning down the hall to the sound of Tanaka choking on his own laughter. Kiyoko met him in the bedroom, leaning up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Are you going to do it this year?" she asked.

"We'll see how the shrine visit goes," he answered. She nodded.

"I'm with you either way."

"I know."

Suga and Daichi were just arriving when Asahi emerged, dressed this time. Suga hadn't removed any of his layers, but at the sight of Asahi coming down the hall, Daichi groaned and started pulling his coat back on.

"Do we have everyone?" Suga asked. "Who's got the child leashes today?"

"It's my birthday, so not me," Asahi said serenely.

"I lived in a foreign country for--"

"Two years, we know, Shouyou," Nishinoya interrupted. "I've set foot on six different continents. It's not gonna stop them from trying."

"You're both so small. We just don't want to lose you in the crowds!" There was absolute innocence in Suga's voice, but they all knew by then not to trust that. Hinata just rolled his eyes and stomped out the front door.

As Asahi walked through the streets toward the nearest shrine, he turned the same thought over and over in his head like a shiny stone. Kiyoko held one of his hands, muttering obscenities under her breath as they walked arm-in-arm, but the other hand was swinging back and forth in Suga's grip. Kinoshita had Noya in a piggyback hold, while Hinata tried to cajole Tsukishima into the same. Tanaka and Daichi were talking in soft tones at the front of the group.

"You know," Suga said, quiet enough that Asahi could pretend not to hear, if he wanted, "It doesn't need to fit in a box. It doesn't need a label that anyone else understands. If it works, it works, and that's all that matters."

Asahi hummed, squeezing his hand. They were just coming up to the shrine, their missing three waiting for them at the bottom of the steps. Asahi took a deep breath of the cold air and looked around at all of them, chattering and laughing and swearing and hanging off of one another, moving in a synchronized orbit like they had for years now. Suga was right, he thought, and smiled. What did it matter what anyone else thought, when he had this? Good fortune was already his, and had been all along. He just had to reach out and take it.

YES HE DOES !!! Second years my absolute beloved… THEIR captain <3

Tysm for the ask this was so lovely to draw !! I would love to do more second years….. waaa

I’m still taking these requests!! :D

“It’s two sugars, right?”

It had been a while since Daichi had been over to Suga’s house. In all the chaos, gearing up for graduation, there simply hadn’t been time to just hang out together. But now, entrance exams and the graduation ceremony were over, and there was time to just rest.

“Pardon the intrusion,” Daichi murmured as he pulled off his shoes. It was quiet, but Suga heard him anyway.

“I’m in the kitchen,” Suga shouted.

“Don’t set any fires!” Daichi called back, smiling.

“Whatever. I’m making you tea. It’s two sugars, right?” Daichi rolled his eyes. Suga knew how he took his tea, too sweet and filled with cream to really be called tea anymore. He stepped into the living room and set his bag down by the couch, flopping down beside it with a heavy sigh.

Things had changed since the last time he had been there, before he’d been kicked out of his own house. Not only were they high school graduates now, they were together now, too. They were together, they were together. It was a giddy thing. He dropped onto his back and smiled at the ceiling.

“What’s got you so dopey?” Suga asked, stepping over him with a pair of mugs in his hands.

“I love you,” Daichi replied. Despite everything, Suga blushed.

“I love you too,” he said primly. “That’s not going to get you out of helping me pack.”

“I would never dream of it,” Daichi said. “God knows you’ve got enough stuff.”

“I have exactly the right amount of stuff,” Suga sniffed. He opened his mouth to say more, but seemed to realize the reason Daichi had so few belongings and shut his mouth again. The air grew awkward, so Daichi sat up and took a sip of his tea. It was perfect, as usual.

“Suga,” he said slowly, “are you sure you want to move in with me?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Suga asked. “Of course I want to move in with you.”

“I just. Getting an apartment together is a big step, even if it isn’t all of us. And I know it’s close to both our schools, and I know it’s cheaper to share rent than to live in the dorms, I just… Are you sure?”

“Daichi,” Suga said, shuffling around so he could face him fully. “I love you. I will never stop loving you. Even if it means living with your dirty socks on the living room floor for the rest of my life. I want to live with you. So stop trying to convince me otherwise.”

“You can borrow mine”

Tobio swore. He dug through his bag again. He swore again.

“What is it?” Tsukishima asked lazily.

“I don’t have my pencil, and I have an English test next period,” Tobio said.

“That sucks,” Tsukishima muttered. Yamaguchi elbowed him in the side.

“You can borrow mine,” said Yachi. Tobio looked up at the thin pencil she was offering him. It was pink and sparkly and had a teddy-bear-shaped eraser.

“But it’s your lucky one,” Tobio said. “I won’t have time to give it back to you before you have English.”

“That’s okay,” Yachi said, smiling sweetly at him. “I’d much rather know you have a pencil than keep mine out of selfishness.”

“But Yachi-san, if you don’t have a pencil, how will you take your test?” Yamaguchi asked.

“I’ll just ask Hamada-sensei if I can borrow one of his,” Yachi said. “He likes me, and won’t think I’m some unprepared slacker, like he would Tobio.”

“Ouch,” said Yamaguchi.

“Savage,” said Tsukishima.

“What did I say?”

“Nothing, Yachi-san,” Tobio said, blushing. He took the pencil from her and slipped it carefully into his bag. “I’ll get this back to you before practice today.”

“Okay!” She smiled at him, wide and trusting, and his heart flip-flopped in his chest. He attempted to smile back, and she giggled.

“You’re getting better at that,” she said.

“Yeah, it only looks like you want to murder her, not consume her flesh in some horrifying ritual,” Tsukishima said.

“Tsukki,” Yamaguchi chided, but he was smirking.

“You’re both horrible,” Tobio muttered.

“Yeah, but you love us,” Yamaguchi said.

“I do,” Tobio said, rolling his eyes. The bell rang and they packed up their lunches, lingering in each other’s presence for just a moment longer.

It was always like this, whenever two or more of them could be together. Tobio still didn’t fully understand what it meant for all of them to be so close, but he knew he liked it. As he slipped into his classroom and waved goodbye to Yachi and Yamaguchi, he thought that he would trade just about anything for a moment longer with them.

It was a scary feeling. As he pulled Yachi’s pencil out of his bag, he realized with a start that she felt the same way. He didn’t know what to do with all the emotion welling up inside of him, so he glared at the board in front of him and tried not to explode.

“I believe in you”

On the first day of Asahi’s first Real Adult Job, Koushi got up early to make him breakfast. Or, at least, he tried to. But he wasn’t a morning person, and frankly his cooking ability wasn’t the best. But he did manage to get up five minutes before Asahi and put some bread in the toaster, so that was a start, right?

“You’re an angel,” Asahi sighed into his hair as Koushi held him against the counter.

“It’s just toast,” Koushi mumbled, blushing.

“Yeah, but you made it for me,” Asahi replied. He slumped into Koushi’s hold. “I’m not ready for this,” he murmured.

“You can do this,” Koushi replied. “You’re my big, strong lover and you can conquer the world.”

“You’re just saying that,” Asahi said, but he was laughing.

“No, really,” Koushi said. “I believe in you.”

“I know you do.” Asahi looked at Koushi with those warm brown eyes, and Koushi’s heart thudded in his chest. After all this time, Koushi was still completely enamored of Asahi. He stared up at Asahi and time seemed to slow.

Then Asahi stuck his tongue out and licked the tip of Koushi’s nose.

“Eugh!” Koushi cried. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You were giving me such a serious look,” Asahi laughed. “I couldn’t help myself!” Koushi couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“I hate you,” he said sweetly.

“I hate you too,” Asahi replied. The toaster popped and Koushi jumped, making Asahi laugh at him again. Koushi shoved him and grabbed a plate from the cabinet over Asahi’s shoulder. He pulled the toast from the toaster and popped open the jam. Asahi wrapped his arms around Koushi’s waist and rested his chin on Koushi’s shoulder. Koushi spread jam across the toast and held a piece up for Asahi to take a bite of. He took his own bite and hummed, leaning back against Asahi’s chest.

“You’re gonna be okay today,” he said.

“What makes you say that?” Asahi asked. He opened his mouth wide and Koushi fed him another bite of toast.

“Because you’re you,” Koushi said. “Because you’ve been studying for this, and working for this, and damn it, Asahi, you deserve it. You’re going to be great. And no matter what happens today, I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”

“Promise?” Asahi said softly. Koushi nudged his cheek against Asahi’s jaw.

Set in this universe, during college

Kazuhito could tell that Tsukishima’s semester abroad had been hard on him. He had come home with a tired smile, but Kazuhito could see the way he flinched away from Hinata and Suga’s hugs like he had been burned. Kazuhito watched him all through the evening, watched him flinch and wince and strain away from the others. The party had been wild, wild enough that Kazuhito almost lost track of what he was worrying about. Until he found Tsukishima standing outside of the door to his bedroom, frowning.

“They took over your bed, didn’t they?” Kazuhito asked. Tsukishima jumped, turning around to face him with a sheepish look on his face. Kazuhito looked around him to see that yes, Hinata, Suga, Nishinoya, and Tanaka were curled up in Tsukishima’s bed, taking up the entire thing. “You don’t have to go in there, you know,” Kazuhito said softly.

“Where else am I supposed to sleep?” Tsukishima muttered.

“With me, in Chikara’s bed,” Kazuhito said. “He’s passed out in the living room, so it’ll just be the two of us.” A ghost of a smile crossed Tsukishima’s face, quickly smothered. He nodded and let Kazuhito lead him down the hall to Ennoshita’s bedroom. Tsukishima crawled onto Ennoshita’s bed and crammed himself up against the wall. Kazuhito turned the light off and crawled up behind him, pressing himself as close as he could get.

Tsukishima went stiff all over. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice tight.

“I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” Kazuhito replied. “Kei, you’ve been gone for four months. Did you let anyone touch you in that time?”

“Australians are very touchy people,” Tsukishima droned.

“Yeah, but did you let any of them touch you?” Kazuhito insisted. “Or did you shy away from them like you do with anyone you’re not comfortable with?”

“I touched people when I played rugby,” Tsukishima insisted.

“You played rugby once a week, and I bet you only touched people to tackle them,” Kazuhito said. “Did you hug anyone?”

Tsukishima’s silence was answer enough. Kazuhito sighed and pulled at Tsukishima’s shoulder until he finally relented and turned over. Kazuhito guided his head to his shoulder, running his fingers through soft blond curls.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Kazuhito said. “Give us a week. We’ll get you used to being touched again.”

“Why does that sound like a threat?” Tsukishima droned.

Asahi bit back a wince as little fingers tore through his hair. Nariko was learning to braid, and somehow of the four of them with hair long enough to play with, he had drawn the short straw. He loved his daughter, more dearly than anyone could ever imagine, but sometimes…

“Done!” Nariko chirped, and stood back from her handy work. She handed Asahi a mirror and he hummed, looking this way and that at the rat’s nest she had made of his hair.

“You’re getting better,” he said, and she beamed at him. Really, that smile was worth all the pain he had endured to get to this point, and all the conditioning and combing he was going to have to do to get his hair back to normal. There was a knock at the door and Suga’s face appeared, peeking around the wood to see what his little princess was up to. He grinned, and Asahi could read the absolute delight and laughter dancing in his eyes.

“What’s going on in here?” he asked.

“Nariko-chan wants to learn to braid her hair,” Asahi replied. “Papa Tadashi suggested it would be easier to learn on someone else’s hair.”

“And Papa Asahi volunteered out of what, the goodness of his heart?” Suga asked, barely biting back his laughter. Asahi nodded.

“Basically,” he said.

“Didn’t I do a good job, Papa Koushi?” Nariko asked, bouncing over to Suga. He laughed and scooped her up into his arms, despite the family agreement that she was really getting too big for that.

“You did beautifully, Nari-chan,” he said, bouncing her in his arms. “My little princess will be a professional hairstylist before we know it.” She wrinkled her nose.

“Papa, I’m gonna be an astronaut!” she cried.

“I thought you were going to be a dentist?” Asahi asked, getting to his feet.

“That was last week,” Suga said sagely.

“Ah,” said Asahi. “I see.”

“Astronauts are way cooler than dentists,” Nariko said with as much seriousness as her tiny frame could muster.

“I see,” Asahi said again. “Well, if you’re going to be an astronaut, you’re going to need a rocket ship.”

“You’re right!” she shouted. “Papa, let me down! I have to build a rocket ship!” Suga laughed and set their daughter down as Asahi came to stand next to him. He wrapped his arms around Asahi’s waist and watched as Nariko started gathering blocks and blankets and other building supplies.

“It really is a good look for you,” he laughed quietly.

“Shut up, Suga, or I’ll let her do your makeup.”

“I would look fabulous and you know it,” Suga huffed.

“Whatever,” Asahi said.