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The fire alarm goes off, causing an eardrum shattering sound to fill the ears of the many residents that live in the apartment complex. They run out of their flats, either by themselves, a partner, or children, slipping on winter coats in record time, though shoes are unmatched or half-slipped on due to the rush they were in. They run down the many steps of the complex, some tripping but not falling – thank god – and finally reach the front yard, standing out in the cold and huddling together for warmth.
There are two people that look out of placed, whom aren't dressed warmly at all, causing the others to mutter amongst themselves about the duo.
One was most likely one of the tallest males in the complex, with brunet locks hanging over his shoulders, looking a bit damp, too. There's a towel around his waist, which he held onto desperately, with cheeks about as red as a firetruck. It was both from the cold and his embarrassment, but mostly the latter since he just got out of the shower when the fire alarm went off. He barely had enough time to put on underwear let alone clothes. But there are women and children in this complex; he had to put a towel around him so he wasn't rude!
The second person who looked out of place was maybe the smallest adult male in the complex. He had on a short sleeved shirt with bright orange, mesh fabric shorts, sandals on his feet instead of warmer footwear. When he heard the mutters, he shrugged them off, not caring what people had to say about him. He took in heat pretty well so even in the cold, he could last a bit longer without a jacket or pants. Another reason why he didn't care about the cold and the muttering persons was because his eyes were too focused on the shirtless male.
Damn, did he look cute. And he knew cute; he was in love with the same female all his life! Who really was adorable.. and beautiful. But that was besides the point.
He's staring, and he barely recognizes him at first, but then it hits him. The brunet was the guy in the room next to him, whom he passed every now and then but rarely spoke to him, if at all. He looks different without his hair pulled back in a bun, but it doesn't bother him any. Hell, his neighbor looks good and he's not afraid to admit that. And since no other person from the complex was talking to him, to try to help him feel less embarrassed or nervous, the smaller walks over, sandals causing the light snow to crunch under his feet. It wasn't too deep so his toes wouldn't freeze, but even then, he wouldn't care.
“Hey.”
The taller nearly jumps, but looks down, blinking, before his cheeks grow redder in just seconds.
“Uhm.. h-hey.” the brunet stammers out, fingers curling into his towel. It's cold, so his fingers might fall off, but he can't let his towel drop.
“Just so we're not complete strangers anymore,” the shorter goes, resting his hands on his hips as he looks up at the older male. Most people would be intimidated by his height, but the shorter wasn't. “I'm Nishinoya! Nishinoya Yuu. I live in the flat next to you.”
The taller blinks for the second time and his shoulders become less tense. He brings a hand up behind his head, rubbing his neck and still damp hair. He's nervous, because it's rare for someone to talk to him unless it was an elderly women or the single mother that lived a couple flats down from his own.
“Ah.. It's nice to meet you, Nishinoya-san,” he goes, going by last name basis and adding an honorific. It was only polite. “I'm Asahi Azumane.”
“Asahi, then, right?” Nishinoya recites. He'd be polite like Asahi, but going by first names felt like he already knew the person. “Though don't add '-san' at the end of my name. It's not needed.”
“It's not?
“Nope! I should be adding one at the end of yours though.”
“..Why you say that?”
“You're taller than me! You deserve the honorific. Plus you look better than me too.”
It takes Asahi a moment to take that last sentence in before his face grew completely red. His mouth opened and closed, imitating a fish. His fingers loosened slightly around his towel, making it slip a bit, showing the waistband of his underwear. Nishinoya noticed, seeing the dark gray waistband of his underwear. It looked like there were little crows on them too. Character printed underwear? Now that just makes him even more adorable.
“Uhm.. thank you?” he answered, though in an inquiring tone. He wasn't sure how to react to such a.. compliment? Was it a compliment? “I.. I don't think so though.”
“But you do! Believe me.”
There's nervous laughter coming from Asahi and Nishinoya has a big grin on his face. God this guy was getting more cuter by the minute. After a few more minutes though, the fire department said it was safe to go back inside. Those on the lower floors went up first, which was nice since it gave the two a little bit more time to talk. As they were walking up the steps, Nishinoya let out a small breath. He never had the courage to even ask that before mentioned female. There's no way he could ask his neighbor out.
Once they are side by side, standing in front of the doors to their flats, both turn their heads to look at each other for a brief moment.
“Well, uhm. Good night, Nishinoya.”
“Good night to you, too.” he responds before pausing for a moment. “Also, Asahi?”
“Hm?”
“Nice underwear.”
The last thing he sees that night is Asahi's face going crimson before he goes into his flat.