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“It's not that bad.” Asahi said as Nishinoya unlocked the door and yanked it open with a loud click. Collapsing on his backside, Nishinoya pulled his shoes off, beckoning Asahi inside.
“No, really. It's so bad. It reeks like tobacco and pot. Nope. My parents aren't home, so you can crash out here.” Cautiously enter with a small bow, Asahi was surprised by Nishinoya's sudden change of nature. Maybe it was just the alcohol, or maybe something he'd said had finally gotten through to him. It was doubtful. Slumping against the wall and dragging his feet back to his room, Nishinoya stopped at the hallway cupboard. Pulling out a bundle of blankets and a futon, he dragged the linen weight down the hall, Asahi following. Banging his knee on the edge of his desk, he cussed while rolling the make shift bed out, piling blankets atop it and dragging a pillow down from his bed.
“You can sleep here tonight.” Pulling himself up onto his bed, socks and shirt still on, Nishinoya fell face down in his pillow.
Standing awkwardly in the doorway, Asahi couldn't hold back his smile. Anxiety had been eating at him since coach had told him about this party, but at least it seemed things were working better then he'd expected. Nishinoya was hard to read, especially when hurt. Remembering back to their argument three months previous, the Libero could takes things in such a negative manner. Nishinoya lived in the now with little thought for the future or the past. Striping off his shirt, pulling out his hair and straightening his make shift bed, Asahi laid back against the cool sheets. Nishinoya's soft breathing beside he would likely increase in volume until he was snoring loud enough to wake an entire dorm. He knew this with some experience, but maybe the drunken youngster would be happy enough sleeping on his face without needing to roll onto his back and make a heap of noise.
Chucking quietly to himself, Asahi sighed as he stared up at Nishinoya's ceiling. It was a familiar setting, he'd slept here, on this floor and stared up at this ceiling so many times before. It was safe and comforting, so much more then his hard, single bed on campus. Rolling on his side, Asahi leant up on his elbows, staring at Nishinoya's sleeping face with a clench of his heart. That hard, little bed would be so much better with Nishinoya in it. Maybe he could ship him away down to Kyoto for the weekend, it would make his whole college experience ten times better.
Unachievable dreams aside, Asahi pressed his face into the pillow, watching his friend snoring softly, and drooling slightly. It was so cute, sleeping so soundly and calmly after his performance before. Smiling as sleep slowly took over, Asahi yawned as his heart melted in a warm wash of love and comfort.
His mouth felt dry, dry and filthy. Hangovers were an adult responsibility he did not want to deal with, ever. Much like all the adult responsibilities that were slowly closing in on him. Rolling away from the sun seeping through the open window, Nishinoya growled as he reached out and wrenched the curtains closed.
“Good morning.” A cold shiver ran through his entire being as the Libero remembered his house guest. Groaning as he fell back against the pillow, Nishinoya pulled his blankets up over his head. He was still not ready to deal with Asahi, especially this hungover and this early in the morning. Maybe, he thought sourly peering out from his nest of sheets, the ace would just get up and leave on his own. It was doubtful, especially as Nishinoya took in Asahi sleep tussled figure.
Shirtless against the futon, hands resting behind his head, he looked far too pleased with him. Wracking his brain, Nishinoya thought back to the previous night. He could remember everything in a kind of fuzzy edge black and white. Had he really up chucked his guts in the middle of the street? Had Asahi really carried him all the way? Had they made up? Huffing angrily, Nishinoya blew his hair out of his eyes with a tried sigh. He'd gushed his heart out to the giant, cried tears of heartbreak in the middle of the street and had admitted his feelings to the other after a long three month absence. Fuck. He was blushing, he could feel it. He wished he could be angry at Asahi, but watching him now, with his soft brown eyes drowsy and half lidded, a smile smile gracing his gentle lips, Nishinoya knew it would be impossible.
“You wake?” Glancing towards the lump of blankets, Asahi caught the gleam of Nishinoya's eye deep within the mass.
“Kind of.” His grumbling wasn't uncalled for, by the height of the sun, it was still quite early, far too early for someone who'd drunk themselves into the gutter the night before.
“You feeling okay?” A hum came from the blanket, a few squirms and wiggles later and Nishinoya's bleached little crown peaked out from the top of the sheets.
“I'll survive.” Clearing his throat, Nishinoya sniffed, avoiding Asahi's searching gaze. “You sleep okay?” Grinning at his small victory, Asahi puffed up the pillow behind his head, shifting up the bed to meet Nishinoya's sleepy face.
“I slept better then I have all year. You alright? Not suffering too much.” Stretching out of his cramped position, Nishinoya sat up with a sluggish moan.
“I'll need be fine once I have a shower and some breakfast.”
Sitting back in relative silence, Nishinoya squared his shoulders, unsure where to begin.
“So are we okay now?” The hopeful look in Asahi's eye made his stomach flip flop uncomfortably. There was a massive part of him that wanted to forgive him, to jump out of bed and hug the ace so hard his ribs cracked. But there was a splinter deep in his heart that was holding him back. What if this ended up the same? With Asahi running off and leaving him in this ditch end town with nothing but a broken heart.
“Maybe not yet.”
Drawing his knees up to his chest, Asahi nodded slowly. What did he expect? For Nishinoya just to forgive him and for them to live happily ever after? Not likely, not after everything he'd said and how he'd acted. What more could he do? Get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness, he'd do it if it meant Nishinoya would stop being mad at him.
“Maybe soon?” Slipping down off the bed, Nishinoya was careful not let his legs touch Asahi drawn up knees.
“Maybe.” Catching the small, nervous smile on Nishinoya's lips, Asahi let out the heavy breath he'd been holding.
“That's enough. A possibility is all we need.”