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Asahi has never been in an accident, of any kind. He is careful to follow the rules, to make cautious decisions, to stay very much on the straight and narrow in everything he does.
This is why he rides a bicycle even though his friends tried to talk him into a motorcycle. This is why his helmet is firmly in place as he’s riding home from class, and why he uses his arm to signal properly before he makes a right turn.
This is why his heart stops and his lungs literally cease to function as they should when he makes this right turn and, out of nowhere, there is suddenly a person flying into his path, and he is hitting them.
There's the sound of shouting—coming from him, and from the small body he can just see out of the corner of his eye as his bike skids sideways and he tumbles off of it. Someone off to his right, too, calling a warning too late.
There's the bite of asphalt scraping against the side of his knee and the length of his forearm, and his palms slam into the ground, hot and stinging, but he barely feels it. He gets to his feet in a flash and yanks his bike aside to see a young man, about his age probably, but so much smaller, sprawled out on the side of the road.
He’s laughing.
“I fucking caught it!” he says, grinning as he lifts a hand to triumphantly hold a yellow Frisbee in the air.
Someone hoots and Asahi looks over to see a guy with buzzed hair pumping his fists in the air.
“Nice!” he hollers.
Asahi’s helmet feels slightly askew, and he tugs it off so he can get a better look at the boy he's hit. He’s smiling up at Asahi from under a shock of bleached blonde bangs on a head of otherwise dark brown hair. A thin trickle of blood trails from a scrape on his pointed chin, and disappears under the edge of it.
“I'm so sorry,” Asahi says. “Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry. Are you okay?”
The boy laughs again and reaches a hand up to Asahi, who rubs both his palms over his thighs, hesitates a moment longer, and then clasps the boy’s hand and helps him up.
“I’m fine! Wasn't your fault at all. Are you okay?”
Asahi has rammed into another human being with a metal bike and left him banged up and bleeding. He is in no way okay.
“Yes,” Asahi says, pulling his hand back as soon as he can and wiping it on his jeans again. “I didn't see you. I'm sorry, I—”
“Hey,” the boy interrupts, holding up a scraped palm to stop Asahi. “It was my fault entirely. You sure you're alright? I didn't even look...I'm lucky it was a bike and not a car, huh?”
Asahi just nods, visions of a huge vehicle smashing into this tiny boy, with his big, bright eyes and wild hair, making his chest go tight.
“Yeah? You're okay?” the boy asks.
“I’m...yeah. I...” Asahi looks around, wishing there was someone here to save him. He's so uncomfortable. He hit someone and that someone is small boned and smiling, and really almost pretty, and Asahi feels like a bull in a china shop. “I'm okay.”
“Okay,” the boy says, eyes crinkling up.
“Oy! You gonna toss that back or what?”
Asahi looks over to the grassy expanse next to them where the boy’s friend is standing with his arms up in the air again, waiting.
“Thanks for the concern, asshole!” the boy shouts, but he's smiling, and his friend flips him the finger with an answering grin. “I'm really sorry,” he says, turning back to Asahi and gesturing towards his arm, red and stinging with road burn. “You should clean that up.”
“Yeah,” Asahi says. “You, um…” he lifts a hand and touches his thumb to the boy’s chin, just to the left of his scrape. His skin is soft and his lips are right there above it, and Asahi should not be touching him right now. He doesn't know what he was thinking. “Sorry,” he says, quickly dropping his hand. “You, too.”
“What's your name?” the boy asks.
“A-azumane...Asahi,” Asahi stutters.
“I’m Noya. And I'm really okay. Don't look so freaked out, okay?”
“Okay,” Asahi says. He knows he will continue to look freaked out until he's been able to hide in his bed for a while with a blanket over his head. “But if you notice later that you're not really okay, or you need stitches or something…”
“Pretty sure I'm definitely okay,” Noya says, shaking out his arms. “This is nothing.”
Asahi is unconvinced.
“How about...you give me your number,” Noya says. “So I can let you know later that I'm still okay.”
“Yes! Okay,” Asahi says, and then he immediately feels his face burning up because he said that very loudly and enthusiastically, and this guy probably thinks he's hitting on him or something, which he's not. Not that he wouldn't want to, but he’s hopeless and awkward and he just hit him with his bike. “I mean…”
“I'm ready,” Noya says, his phone in his hand.
Asahi stammers his way through his number and Noya taps it into his phone.
“Bro!” his friend yells. “I have class in ten minutes!”
Noya waves a hand at him and slips his phone back in his pocket. “Take care of yourself, Asahi. I'll talk to you later, hey?”
“Y-yes,” Asahi says. “Sure.”
Noya flashes him a wide smile and waves, before turning and jogging back to his friend, tossing the frisbee to him as he goes.
Asahi considers getting on his bike, registers that his palms are extremely sweaty, his limbs frustratingly shaky, and picks it up to walk it instead, hanging his helmet off of one of the handlebars. He keeps his head ducked down and does not look over towards Noya and his friend once. He doesn't look up at all until he's on the very edge of campus and they're out of sight.
He drops his bike and sinks to the grass beside it, letting his head fall into his hands. It's a couple minutes before he feels steady enough to dig his phone out of his bag.
Asahi: suga I'm going to die
Suga: expand please
Suga: should I meet you at the hospital or did you just fail to hold the door open for someone
Asahi: I ran right into someone on my bike
Suga: Oh my god!
Suga: is everyone okay??
Asahi: yes he seems fine but I HIT him!!
Suga: are YOU okay?
Asahi: no!!!
Asahi: I guess yes
Asahi: but I hit someone!!!!!!
Suga: Asahi...are you crying right now
Asahi: probably...yes. oh my god
Asahi: i should be in jail
Suga: that's..not at all accurate
Suga: where are you
Asahi: on campus still, by the north parking lot
Suga: can you get home? are you actually not hurt?
Asahi: I'm fine. my knee hurts and I might be crying but it's just because I'm dying inside. i'm so embarrassed.
Suga: shut
Suga: shit
Suga: i’m at work and I can't take off. i'm sending daichi okay? he should be out of class soon...just stay where you are
Asahi: do not send saucy
Asahi: dammit
Asahi: DAICHI
Asahi: he’ll say I'm being ridiculous
Suga: he loves you and he won't.
Suga: (Lolol saucy)
Asahi: he loves me and he will. don't tell him I just called him saucy
Suga: i have to get back to work but saucy is on his way
Suga: keep texting me if you want, i just won't be able to respond for a bit
Asahi: okay
Asahi: i wish i had just walked today
Asahi: or stayed home
Asahi: i should always just stay home
Asahi: suga what if i was crying when i was talking to him?? i don't know if i was
Asahi: I want to die
Suga: oh my god...Asahi I'm going to get fired
Suga: why does it matter so much? was he cute or something?
Suga: he was CUTE wasn't he???
Asahi: he thinks I'm a giant awkward loser who can't steer a bike so it doesn't really matter
Suga: you can steer a bike...how did you hit him anyway?
Asahi: he ran into the street chasing a frisbee
Suga: ....
Suga: like a dog?
Asahi: suga
Suga: sweetheart if he's not embarrassed you certainly don't need to be
Asahi: he was kind of like a hyper puppy
Suga: and you are a sad puppy, so maybe it was meant to be
Suga: did you get his name?
Asahi: yes..I gave him my number in case he belatedly realizes he has a broken arm or something
Asahi: honesty I don't think he even would have noticed. he was really happy about catching the frisbee
Suga: alskfhjskf
Suga: he still caught it??
Asahi: he did
Suga: oh my god
Suga: who is this child
Asahi: I think I sew Daichi
Asahi: *see
Suga: alright, please dont stress. I'll see you soon
Asahi: k..thanks Suga
Suga: <333
Asahi waves to Daichi when he gets closer and Daichi nods to him. His bag is slung over his shoulder, and he looks cool and composed as always.
“Okay, man?” he asks when he reaches him.
Asahi nods and gets to his feet. “I'm fine, you didn't need to come.”
Daichi reaches for his arm and turns it gently, looking over his hand and the torn skin running up to his elbow.
“Damn,” he says. “How's the other guy?”
“He's okay,” Asahi says. “I don't think he's going to sue me, anyway.”
Daichi snorts, and then looks at Asahi, sees that he’s serious, and grins. “Of course he's not. Come on, let's go wash this.”
Asahi leans over to pick his bike up, but Daichi darts in and grabs it.
“Suga told me not to be mean to you,” he says as they walk towards the nearest building. “And that you called me saucy.”
“I wasn't calling you saucy, I—”
Daichi laughs. “You still haven't told him about the time you made me cry, huh?”
Asahi looks over at him, takes in his warm eyes and the quirk of his lips, his expression both open and teasing. They have very little in common, really, but Daichi has been his best friend since middle school. Even after they met Suga in high school and became three best friends instead of two.
He didn't actually make Daichi cry, not in a way he would ever tease him for. Daichi had been tipsy, and afraid that he was going to lose Suga when they graduated high school and Suga left for a semester abroad. All Asahi had done was tell Daichi how obvious it was that they were meant for each other, how there was no way a few months were going to change the way he knew Suga felt about Daichi, and Daichi had fallen into his shoulder and cried with relief.
“No,” Asahi says. “He wouldn't believe me anyway.”
“He would, unfortunately,” Daichi says.
“Can you tell I was crying?” Asahi asks. He hates that this is a thing. The crying when he's overwhelmed. When he doesn't even realize it's happening.
They've reached the building, and Daichi slides Asahi's bike into the rack in front of it and looks up at him.
“Barely,” Daichi says. “It probably wasn't bad. Bet he didn't even notice.”
“Oh God...why are you being so nice? Are my eyes totally bloodshot?”
“I'm being nice because I'm a nice person,” Daichi says, holding the door open and nudging Asahi through it.
He is a nice person, but he's also…
“And when you're no longer bleeding I'll feel more comfortable telling you how badly you need to chill the hell out.”
“There it is,” Asahi says.
“Because it doesn't matter. No one else is judging you the way you judge yourself.”
Asahi has heard this before, and he knows Daichi means well. But the thing is, it doesn't matter if it shouldn't matter, because it does. It does to Asahi.
He turns the water on warm when they get into the restroom, and Daichi soaks a few paper towels in it and then takes Asahi's hand again. Asahi bites his lip while his friend carefully rinses off the dirt and bits of gravel that have caught in his skin, and then presses the folded towels to his arm.
“It's hardly bleeding,” Daichi says, “but let's just give it a minute.”
Asahi nods and waits. He wonders if Noya will really call him, and hopes that he won't.
It's one thing to be a wreck around Daichi and Suga, but another thing entirely to be that way in front of a cute guy who could fling himself in front of a moving bike and shake it off with a smile. No embarrassment, no worry, just a flash of white teeth and a toss of his gravity defying hair.
“Asahi,” Daichi says, and Asahi looks away from where Daichi’s hand is wrapped around his arm and meets his eyes. “Suga said he was cute?”
Asahi nods.
“Maybe give it a chance?”
“Maybe,” Asahi says, and Daichi looks a little sad because of course he knows Asahi's lying.
*
He goes straight to his room when they get home, one of two bedrooms in the apartment he shares with his friends. His is more or less the size of a closet, but Suga and Daichi's isn't much better, and the two of them have to fit in there.
(He doesn't think they actually mind the small space at all. This is one of the reasons he was vehemently opposed to them all living together—the very obvious enjoyment going on in the other room—but they had worn him down eventually. He suspects half of their motivation, Suga's in particular, was simply how easy it is to embarrass him on a regular basis this way.)
“Please don't obsess in there,” Daichi calls to his retreating back. “It was an accident. He's fine. You're fine. Everyone's fine.”
Asahi mumbles something vaguely affirmative, and closes his door behind himself before kicking his jeans off and flopping down face first on his bed.
“You get fifteen minutes of moping!” Daichi bellows. “Then I’m opening your door.”
Asahi throws his pillow at said door, and it makes a very unsatisfying, soft thwump, before falling to the floor.
He closes his eyes and does what he always does. Replays everything in his mind. Thinks about how if he'd left one minute earlier or later it wouldn't have happened. About the way he would have acted and the things he would have said if he were someone else, someone more like Suga or Daichi. How he would have been charming and assertive, and would definitely not have had to worry afterwards that he may have been crying.
“Four minutes!”
Asahi presses his face into his sheets and groans. Even if Noya calls it won't matter. Asahi will fumble his words and never, ever manage to convey what he means to, and Noya will count himself lucky that he never has to see him again.
The doorknob turns at what Asahi can only assume is exactly the fifteen minute mark. Daichi swings the door wide open, and then goes back to the kitchen where Asahi can hear something bubbling on the stove.
“Hungry?” he asks when Asahi has pulled a pair of shorts on and come into the kitchen, sliding out a chair at their little round table. Asahi shakes his head. “Too bad...I told Suga I'd take good care of you.”
“I'm twenty-two years old,” Asahi says.
“Tell me you don't want Suga to come in and check you over and give you a kiss when he gets home.”
Asahi can't tell him this.
Daichi smirks and turns away to fill a plate up with reheated leftovers and fresh rice, slapping him on the back when he drops it in front of him.
He's halfway through it when Suga comes in and immediately kisses his head, then pokes and pulls at him until he's satisfied that he's cleaned up well enough, and hasn't sustained any lasting injuries. Daichi blows him a kiss over Suga's head, and Asahi kicks him under the table, and it’s just then that his phone rings.
“Asahiiiii,” Suga says when it's been ringing long enough that the voice mail is about to pick up, and he hasn't made a move to answer it.
Asahi ignores him. He waits until the ringing has stopped and then he picks it up and looks at it. Unknown caller. It may have been Noya.
He puts it down and scoops some vegetables onto his fork, but a minute later his phone beeps. A text message this time.
Unknown number: hey Asahi! This is Noya! I don't know if you're busy or just didn't pick up because you didn't know who it was
“Answer him,” Suga says.
“Not with you watching me,” Asahi counters.
Suga gives him a look, but he gets to his feet and starts cleaning up the kitchen, and Daichi goes into their living room/shared study space, and sits down in front of the computer.
Asahi: hey, sorry. yeah I didn't recognize the number. how are you??
Unknown number: i'm still very okay XD
Unknown number: dude seriously I'm so sorry..i'm such an idiot
Unknown number: i have total tunnel vision
Unknown number: how are you??? your arm looked pretty scraped up
Asahi: no it's fine, I got it cleaned up. well my friend did
Asahi: it really wasn't bad though
Noya: good i'm glad :)
Noya: hey listen...i was wondering if you'd maybe want to meet up and let me buy you a coffee?
Noya: to make up for crashing into you?
Asahi: oh no...that's not necessary at all.
Asahi: It was an accident. I'm just glad you're alright.
Noya: well whether it's necessary or not, I'd still like to do it :)
Asahi: honestly..you don't owe me anything. thanks for letting me know you're okay.
Noya: okay...yeah. no problem
Noya: hey...
Noya: i'm just gonna go ahead and say this, because I can't tell if you're blowing me off here or not
Noya: i know I don't owe you or anything
Noya: honestly I just think you're cute and I'd really like to get coffee with you
“Asahi...I can feel your discomfort from here,” Suga says, and Asahi drops his phone and looks over to where Suga's watching him from the kitchen sink. “What's happening?”
“He asked me out,” Asahi says.
Suga's eyes go wide and there's a very obvious, sudden silence from the living room where Daichi is no longer typing.
“And?” Suga asks.
“I can't. Obviously.”
Suga comes towards him and Daichi stands up, and Asahi groans. “Do not double team me. You're not actually my parents, you guys. I can make my own choices.”
Daichi and Suga look at each other, and then Suga inclines his head slightly and Daichi shakes his.
“No way! I'm not letting him make himself lonely and miserable,” Daichi says after their silent exchange.
“I'm not lonely and miserable,” Asahi says. “And you've never even met this guy, what makes you think there's any reason for me to say yes?”
“I was just going to ask you,” Suga interjects, throwing a dish towel at Daichi. “Before Daichi’s little outburst. What do you want to do, Asahi?”
Daichi whips Suga in the butt with the towel before coming to stand near the table with his arms crossed over his chest. He has that look he's always gotten when Suga teases him, and Asahi knows it's going to be one of those nights he has to put his headphones on and turn the music up loud.
“It doesn't matter,” he says, sighing. “If we get to know each other then he'll figure out that I'm a disaster, and that will be it.”
“Asahi, you have to stop—” Daichi begins, his voice rising, but Suga lifts a hand and cuts him off.
“Daichi, don't yell at him.”
“I'm not going to yell. I'm going to lovingly beat some sense into him,” Daichi says.
“Hush,” Suga says, pressing a finger to Daichi’s lips. Daichi tries to bite it and Asahi groans.
“Could you guys do that somewhere else, please? Some place where I’m not bemoaning my own inability to go out with someone?”
“This is what I’m talking about!” Daichi says, and Suga just sighs and nudges him out of the way, sitting down beside Asahi.
“Look at me,” he says, and he waits until Asahi has turned his head towards him, then smooths Asahi’s hair out of his eyes before continuing. “You can go out with someone. And you are not a disaster.”
“You are, a bit,” Daichi says. “But you’re a lovable disaster. Certainly not undateable.”
“Daichi, I swear to God,” Suga says, but Asahi can’t help smiling. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust Suga, but sometimes he thinks he’s just too nice to be able to see Asahi clearly. Daichi, on the other hand…
Daichi kisses Suga’s cheek and then ruffles Asahi’s hair before taking a seat across from them. “I’m finished now. Carry on.”
Suga narrows his eyes at him, the corners of his lips tipping up in a smile he can’t entirely hide, and then he turns back to Asahi.
“Just...try this, okay? Don't think about anything other than this, right here. Do you want to go out, just one time, with the cute guy who threw himself in front of your bike to catch a frisbee?”
He does. Of course he wants to. He was attractive and full of life, and somehow was not immediately put off by Asahi’s awkwardness. But—
“Yes or no?” Suga says.
“Yes, but—”
“Okay! So you say what you're thinking and you tell him yes.”
Asahi’s stomach twists and he looks at his phone. There are new messages from Noya.
Noya: okay....god im sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable
Noya: its totally okay if you’re not interested
Noya: i probably read you all wrong
Noya: i just thought it was worth a try :)
“Oh...he thinks I don’t want to now,” Asahi says.
“Give me your phone,” Daichi says, reaching across the table.
Asahi snatches it up and holds it away from him. “Maybe this is a sign!”
“It’s only a sign that you thought about it way too long. Text him!” Daichi says.
“It’s not a sign,” Suga agrees. “Think of how happy he’ll be when you tell him you are interested.”
Asahi pictures Noya and his smiling eyes, and thinks about being the one to make him look like that. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, feeling his chest and stomach rise and fall.
“Okay....okay. Stop watching me though.”
Suga obligingly leans back in his seat and Daichi pointedly leans forward in his, resting his arms halfway across the table.
“I hate you,” Asahi says, holding his phone so Daichi can’t see the screen, and typing as quickly as he can with his slightly trembling fingers.
Asahi: sorry! i’m sorry, my roommates were just talking to me
Asahi: I’d like that though
Asahi: to get coffee I mean
Asahi: with you
Noya: :))))
Noya: awesome!!!
Noya: really??
Asahi: yes...I mean if you still want to?
Noya: of course!!
Noya: i just didn't really think you'd say yes i'm so stoked!
Noya: i didn't exactly make the best first impression >.<
Asahi: I....ran over you
Noya: lol
Noya: yeah well
Noya: bygones, right?
Noya: i think it was probably worth it
Asahi feels his ears get hot and he ducks his head. Suga brushes a hand over his shoulder and quietly leaves the table, but Daichi kicks at his foot until he looks up at him.
“Still hate me?” he asks, grinning at him.
“Go away,” Asahi says.
“Is he happy?”
“Yes,” Asahi says, feeling the heat spread down the back of his neck. “And yeah, yeah, so am I and I don’t hate you. Now please go away.”
Daichi taps Asahi’s foot with his own once more and then gets up, heading straight to his room where Suga has already disappeared. At least if they’re starting early, they’ll possibly have worn themselves out by the time Asahi’s ready to try to fall asleep. He goes into his own room and slips his headphones on before opening Noya’s messages again.
Noya: you free in the next couple days?
Noya: is that too soon?
Noya: shit i don’t know if it’s too soon or if you’re just talking to your roommates again
Asahi: i was, sorry. I’m back now
Asahi: that’s not too soon
Asahi: i have to work after class tomorrow but i could meet around lunch time, or after class on friday
Noya: :D
Noya: i’m free from 11-1 tomorrow!
Asahi: maybe 11:30 then? At that coffee shop across from campus..with the weird bird thing on the sign?
Noya: i always thought it was a dragon
Asahi: huh...
Asahi: really?
Noya: lol...I'll show you tomorrow. it's as good a guess as a bird :p
Noya: and 11:30 is perfect
Asahi: I've never been convinced it was a bird...i'm open to the dragon interpretation
Noya: XD
Noya: do you have time to chat a little? Your roommates still around?
Asahi: they're home still but they're...occupied.
Noya: (•_•)?
Asahi: they’re dating each other. Have been for years
Noya: oh!!
Noya: is that super awkward?
Asahi: sometimes, just because...i mean the walls are thin
Asahi: but they're my best friends
Noya: do you ever join them? (⊙_⊙)
Noya: sorry that's really inappropriate!
Noya: ...but god im curious do you? are they guys? girls? both?
Asahi: both guys, and no...it's never been like that.
Noya: i'm sorry...you didn't have to answer that.
Noya: but i'm kind of glad
Noya: i mean that....you're single
Noya: ..right?
Asahi: I'm single yeah
Asahi: look Noya..i feel like i should tell you though
Asahi: I'm not...great, in person.
Asahi: when I first meet someone I mean..my nerves go crazy sometimes
Asahi: which I'm sure you already gathered today
Asahi: but just
Noya: Asahi stop
Noya: clearly “great” is subjective
Noya: you wanna know what I gathered?
Noya: granted i've spent all of 3 minutes with you
Noya: but
Noya: i know you're gentle and sweet and you care about people, even people you don't know
Noya: and you're hot
Noya: as fuck
Noya: Asahi?
Asahi: i'm here
Asahi: just not sure what to say
Noya: oh...this is where you compliment me now XD
Noya: kidding...I'm totally kidding!
Asahi: :)
Asahi: i'm really really sorry i hit you with my bike
Asahi: but i think you're cute too. i'm glad you called me
Noya: even though you didn't answer
Noya: also i'm smiling like a dork right now...probably blushing too
Asahi: im...usually blushing. and i don't really like talking on the phone, to be honest
Noya: that's okay. we can text :)
Noya: and I'm glad to hear that
Noya: about the blushing
Noya: because it's pretty damn cute
Noya: asahiiiii
Noya: are you gonna get quiet every time I compliment you?
Noya: are you blushing furiously right now?
Noya: please tell me you are
Asahi: i think you and Suga would get along really well :p
Noya: is that one of your roommates? Tell me about him!
Asahi lifts one side of his heavy headphones up and listens for a moment. It doesn't take long to ascertain the situation—Daichi moaning and then gasping suddenly, Suga's quiet, steady voice. He lets the headphone snap back into place over his ear, slouches down in his bed, and picks his phone back up. He tells Noya about Suga and Daichi, and Noya tells him about his best friend, Tanaka. They text each other for the next hour, Asahi blushing a few more times, but feeling warm and happy when he does. A buzzy, excited feeling in his stomach.
When they say goodnight he finds that he isn't insurmountably terrified of going out tomorrow. Slightly terrified, of course. But not enough to keep him from going.
He slips his headphones off and he can hear Suga humming, the water running in the bathroom. Daichi is probably asleep, or close to it.
Asahi doesn't begrudge the two of them anything they have together. He loves them and he loves the way they love each other, and the way they’ve always made him feel like they're a team, and not a pair with a third wheel hanging on.
But he can't live with them forever. Not when he's graduating this year. Really not when he knows Daichi wants to marry Suga and Suga wants to marry Daichi, and one of them is bound to pop the question sooner or later.
He doesn't know if he'll ever have what they have, if he's even capable of reaching that level of comfort with someone else. But maybe, if he takes it a step at a time like Suga says, maybe he can see how far he gets.
There's a soft tapping on his door and then Suga cracks it open.
“Doing okay?” he asks. “You make plans with frisboy?”
“Please don't call him that,” Asahi says.
“You haven't told me his name yet,” Suga says. His hair is wet and he's wearing oversized shorts (Daichi's) and an even more oversized sweater (Asahi's). He's all soft and small when he comes in and sits down beside Asahi, and there's no way for Asahi to even pretend to be annoyed with him.
“Noya,” Asahi tells him. “Nishinoya Yuu.”
Suga smiles and Asahi knows he picked up on everything that was in his voice as those syllables moved softly over his tongue.
“Cute name,” he says. Asahi smiles and nods, and Suga leans into his shoulder. He bumps his knee into Asahi’s, gently so he doesn't press too hard against the bruise blooming on the side of it. “Maybe worth falling for, huh?”
Asahi doesn't say anything, he just hums a little and rests his head on Suga's. He doesn't miss the double meaning in his friend’s words, and he doesn't say no.