#v;crowspride

Yawning a little as he wandered into the kitchen - rather late at night admittedly - the alpha jumped considerably at the familiar voice, turning around to find Asahi. Taking a moment to process their question, he looked down at the black shirt that he wore, before meeting their eyes once more, “Maybe? It was in my washing so I’ve just been using it as a nightshirt ‘cos I get cold easy.” Yawning again, he blinked sleepily before frowning, “Did you want it back? You can have it back if you want it back.” 

“I didn’t fucking mean that, now stop being a self important, ungrateful ass and go to the heat room.” He assumed that both he and Tsukishima were on the same page on helping the omega through his heat - ain’t gonna happen unless it’s the very last option thank you - but he really didn’t want the other setting off his rut. 

Adjusting the strap on his bag, Nishinoya marched up to the front door of the Crowsnest packhouse, ringing the bell and waiting for someone to let him in. The government officials had said they’d let them know of his arrival ahead of time, so he was hoping at least someone was around.