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Little taps on his shoulder woke up the asleep third year. “Mmm,” he mumbled, and tried to shake off the taps; it’s probably his cat, Mittens. She was known for coming into Asahi’s room in the middle of the night.
The taps continued after he tried to shake the kitty paw away. “A’mane-San,” the tall boy flung back, and almost hitting an asleep Noya next to him.
His cat just talked to him.
His cat talked.
A cat.
“A’mane-San,” trying to see in the darkroom only illuminated by the tiny nightlight in the corner, by an old rocking chair, was difficult. But no, it’s not his cat. It’s the youngest first year instead.
Asahi took a few deep breaths to take his mini heart attack away, “What’s wrong, Kageyama?”
It was weird for Tobio to come to him, especially while regressed. Often the boy would go to Suga, Daichi, Hinata, Tanaka, Yamaguchi, literally everyone on the team except the timid third year.
“Sleepy,”
Asahi nodded, though, through the darkness, the little probably couldn’t see that well. “Uh, so let’s go sleep, how ’bout that?” Noya could most likely sense the nervousness of Asahi in his sleep.
“ ’an’t, A’mane,” Tobio was already on his knees because of his poking, but he moved closer to the long-haired brunette.
Decoding the little’s mushed-up words took longer than Asahi would like to admit, but he was able to understand what the little meant, or he thought so.
“Why can’t you sleep?”
Tobio shrugged, eyes goggled at the rocking chair in the corner, “rock me?”
Asahi is pretty sure his brain and heart stopped at the same moment.
- His heart most definitely stopped because Tobio, the grumpy first-year setter, wanted him to rock him.
- His brain short-circuited, because Tobio wanted him to rock him.
Apparently, the ace took too long, and the regressor asked again, “A’mane, rock me please?” Tobio pointed at the rocker.
Without fully comprehending Asahi nodded, due to his brain not being fully there and his heart at irregular beats. He took Tobio’s hand and led him to step over the asleep bodies on the ground.
Setting himself down on the cushioned chair, he allowed the little to sit in his lap and reposition. Asahi’s left arm cradled the raven’s head as his legs dangled off the other side. Tobio placed his thumb in his own mouth, and the third year is sure Suga might kill him for that later, but it’ll be fine.
The caregiver leaned back, which allowed the chair to rock, and let Tobio close his eyes as he fell into peace.
Asahi could definitely get used to this.