Bb when are u gonna post a chapter four people im begging I need more stinkâšď¸âšď¸âšď¸
Hey girl and to everyone wondering the same thing!
Iâve been busy these past few weeks. I quit my job of 4 years a few months ago. During that time, I spent my time writing (Chapter 1-3). I found another job and its full-time so itâs been kind of tiring learning the ropes and everything.
But trust me Iâm working on Chapter 4 during my free time because I too want to continue putting out more Asahi content!
~ Jess đ
P.S. Chapter 4 will melt your heart đŤ
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âIn a world of boys, heâs a gentleman.â ~Taylor Swift
Never been too much of a Swiftie but that lyric just hits me in the feels!!
I immediately thought of Asahi when I heard this lyric for the first time. (Obviously this could be applied to other Haikyu characters but yâall know Iâm an Asahi lover lol)
Like I canât be anymore grateful and happy that he exists. His journey throughout the manga/anime is just so inspiring. Iâm so proud of him and I love him so much. He will forever have my heart. I canât wait to see him in the new movie!!
I think Iâm going to start listening to more Taylor Swift songs and add them to my playlist.
Any recommendations?
PS: Iâm still writing Chapter 4 and let me just say this⌠Thereâs so much fluff. It makes me squeal and kick my feet at how much fluff there is.
And thank you for your support in reading my work!! I appreciate it so much!
With love, Jess đ
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Chapter Three
Summary: Inarizaki boys reacting to their manager admitting her crush on Karasunoâs ace, Asahi Azumane
Word Count: 1.9K
Warnings: Short fic but still fun to write. Atsumu is a little meanie in this but I still love him. Heâs just a goofball sometimes. Some characters are a little OOC but I hope itâs okay for the sake of the story.
A/N: Next post will be a headcanon about the Inarizaki vs Karasuno match because Iâm not great at writing action scenes. Hope you still enjoy it. Happy reading!
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âI think⌠Heâs the one.â
As the words left her lips, (Y/N) knew they were true. She genuinely felt a connection towards the opposing teamâs ace. Never before had she felt this warm feeling at this level with anyone else like they were with Asahi.Â
To all the boys before him, she did try to see if those feelings were hidden or at the very least present. In her eyes, every guy, minus the Miya twins, who tried to ask her out only showed her their best side. The side where they can take pride in, all the while hiding the side they didnât want her to see. Obviously, she knew they had their reasons but every time she explained to them it was okay to have faults they didnât want to listen. It was as if holding their macho pride took priority.Â
Or how sometimes they didnât see her as more than a girl with a pretty face. She hated guys like that. Unlucky Schmuck #3 was the very definition of a shallow person. He was the captain and ace of the basketball team whoâs only real interest in her was her chest size and boosting his popularity. When she declined him, he became upset and dared to ask a question that solidified her decision was the right choice: Why wouldnât you go out with me?! Iâm the ace!Â
Those were just some of the reasons why she liked Asahi. He was honest with his feelings. Heâs brave enough to admit his faults and maintain so humble while carrying the title of ace. His presence was so comforting and soothing. Like a warm ray of sunshine breaking over the horizon.Â
âAww, look at her.â Atsumu teased, his fingers pinching her cheek. âOur manager-senpai is in love. Who would have thought?â
(Y/N) smirked, her hand making its way to pinch Atsumuâs cheek. âWhat? You thought I was going to stay single forever?â
âAck! No! Of course notâŚâ The setter said unconvincingly, his eyes gleaming in mischief. âOw! Quit hurting me!â
She pinched his cheek one final time before letting go. âBut really, Asahi is a sweet guy.â
âOh yeah, he looks really lovable.â Osamu peered over her shoulder to look at Karasunoâs ace. âYou do know weâre not going to go easy on them just because you like him, right?â
âLike hell we are!â Atsumu exclaimed as he crossed his arms. âI got to show that Goody-Two Shoes a lesson about setting.â
(Y/N)âs jaw dropped and mocked a hurt expression on her face. âI wouldnât ask you guys to do that. Everyone worked hard to get here. Nationals isnât the place to take it easy.âÂ
Suna fixed his jersey into his shorts. âSo⌠Whenâs the first date?â
âHeâs not her boyfriend!â The twins interrupted in unison.
âGeez, announce it to the whole stadium, why donât you? Maybe I should get the announcerâs microphone to help.â (Y/N) said, her words dripping in sarcasm.
The middle blocker smirked at his managerâs quick retort before returning to his previous question, âThat being said, will there be a date?â
âNo way.â Osamu cuts in. âItâs too soon. They barely met yesterday.â
âAnd our senpai only deserves the best. Not some nameless ace from a forgotten powerhouse.â Atsumu huffed as he crossed his arms.
âThis is why youâre the evil twin.â
âWhat?!âÂ
âThatâs true.â
âShut up, Suna!â
(Y/N) smiled at the second-years. They always made her day a bit more interesting since they first met. But sometimes, they can be a bit much. Especially before matches.Â
âAs much as I love you guys being protective and all, I can make my own choices. Iâm not the type of girl that would fall for any guy.â
âThatâs true.â Suna jutted out a thumb at the twins. âYou were smart enough to dodge these two.âÂ
âHey!â They yelled, glaring at the smirking middle blocker.
âOh, theyâre not that bad. Anyone would be lucky to have them as their boyfriend.â (Y/N) began as she patted both twinâs backs. Her words seeped into the brothersâ core as they puffed out their chest in pride. Until she spoke, âBut theyâre still idiots.â
Once the idiot remark registered in their brains, the twins quickly reacted while Suna cracked another grin.Â
âHow could you say that, (Y/N)-san?!âÂ
âHeâs more of an idiot than I am!â
âOi! At least I donât steal her food when sheâs not looking!â
âSo? She says she doesnât mind.â
As Atsumu and Osamu continued to argue, the manager and the middle blocker watched from the sidelines. With the twins now moving on to personal insults, the rest of the team decided to join the watch party.
âWhy are they fighting?â Akagi, the libero, asked as he and Omimi walked up to her.
âI call them idiots.â (Y/N) simply stated with a smile on her lips. âNow theyâre trying to prove whoâs the bigger idiot.â
âThe fight could go on forever.â Omimiâs deep voice pointed out but made no effort to stop them.
âYou didnât answer my question, (Y/N)-san.â Suna whispered. âIs there a date with you and that Karasuno guy in the future?â
She smiled at him as she could see the care in Sunaâs eyes and hear the amount of worry that laced his words. Her mind couldnât help but wonder on what would happen if she and Asahi were to go on a date. If he were to ask her out, she undoubtedly would say yes but thereâs that small voice of doubt that would say: This is too good to be true. So much so that it has to be a dreamâŚ
âI donât know, Suna. I think itâs too soon to tell.â (Y/N) took the chance to look at Asahi across the gym. His back was towards her but it was as though he could sense her eyes on him as he turned around. His eyes locked with hers and once again she felt herself get goosebumps. âI guess weâll see.â
Suna narrowed his eyes at his manager. During the two years heâs known (Y/N), he has never seen her like this before with a guy. While this Asahi guy looks⌠Suspicious to say the least, if he can make her happy then thatâs fine by him.
âTake it from me, (Y/N)-senpai, when a guy likes a girl, he makes the effort to get to know her⌠Those moments with her⌠Will mean a lot to him. If you feel the same way as he does, donât be scared. Go for it and see where the relationship takes you one step at a time.â
Out of any of the players on their team, Suna was the last person she would suspect of giving out meaningful relationship advice. Though, she couldnât say it completely surprised her. The middle blocker has always been the observant type.Â
She placed her hand on his shoulder. âThanks, Suna. I needed to hear that.â
âNo problem. Guess my sisterâs girly magazines do work, huh?â
(Y/N) gasped before playfully punching him. âAnd here I was thinking youâre my favorite second-year.â
âI still am.â Suna chuckled. âBut whatever happens, I hope your boyfriend knows how lucky he is to catch your eye.â
âAww Suna⌠You care for me.â
âThe whole team cares for you.â
With that being said and done, the middle blocker left and (Y/N) smiled as his words were true.Â
The first-years, though nervous, would always help her with trivial chores. The second-years never failed to bring any silly shenanigans to the table but she had to admire their dedication to the sport. Finally, her fellow third-years, the ones that have been by her side since the very first practice, have given her a high school experience that sheâll remember fondly. Despite their motto saying that they didnât need the memories, (Y/N) will always cherish the moments she spent with the Inarizaki volleyball team.
â(Y/N)-san.â
âHey, Aran. Oh, Kita-san, youâre done with the interview? How did it go?â
Kita unzipped his maroon jacket before he spoke, âIt went well. How are things here?â
âBesides the twins arguing.â Aran laughed.Â
The trio of third years walked to the nearby bench where two black jerseys, #1 and #4, were placed.Â
âEverything is ready to go.â (Y/N) answered as her two friends removed their normal shirts. She passed each of them their respective shirts. âAnd the twins are just⌠Extra motivated to play.â
âOh?â Aran raised his eyebrows. âAny special reason why?â
âWell⌠Thereâs this guy I met yesterdayâŚâ
âWHO?!â The Inarizakiâs ace all but shouted, attracting the attention from everyone on the team.Â
âAran, lower your voice.â Kita instructed.Â
But the ace only looked at his captain as if he was a crazy mental patient. âHow can you be so calm, Kita? Did she tell you already?â
The silver-haired stoic captain shook his head. â(Y/N) didnât tell me anything, but I can tell something was going on. I just didnât know it was because of a guy.â
âWho is he? Do we know him?â Aran interrogated.
(Y/N) retold her story on how she met with Karasunoâs ace to her friends. The butterflies in her stomach revived once more when she was at the part of the story where she secretly gave Asahi her phone number. When she finished, she waited for their response.
Aran was the first to react.Â
âWow. I didnât know you had it in you, (Y/N). This guy must be crazy good to impress you.â
âItâs not just that. Youâll see when you play against him.â (Y/N) told them as she fiddled with the zipper of her maroon jacket. âHeâs not like anyone Iâve met.â
Kita smiled at her. The two of them have shared the same classes since the first day of high school so he knows that (Y/N) wouldnât fall for any guy, no matter how persuasive or charming he can be. But it seems this Asahi guy wasnât like that at all. In fact, he sounded like the complete opposite a girl would go for⌠At least, thatâs what he assumes. But he wasnât going to question his managerâs choice. Like (Y/N) said, heâll see for himself what Karasunoâs ace is like.Â
âI trust you, (Y/N).âÂ
âYeah, me too, (Y/N).â Aran joined. âI canât wait to see what this guy is made of.â
Before she could even utter a word, Coach Kurosu announced it was time. Everyone quickly huddled together for their usual pep talk. (Y/N) took a quick head count before gathering her stuff. When she came back, everyone looked more determined than ever.Â
âWhatâs-â
âAlright! Letâs go show Karasuno what Nationals is all about! Letâs go win this!â Aran shouted.
âYeah!â Everyone shouted back.
âAnd show that their ace is out of his league to flirt with (Y/N)-senpai!â Atsumu added.
âYEAH!!!âÂ
If she didnât have her hands full, (Y/N) would have facepalmed at her teammatesâ method of a pep talk. It would have been considered embarrassing if it wasnât so endearing to see how much they cared for her. Besides, sheâs never seen them so determined like this before.
As they walked towards the main gym, she brought Kita aside and asked, âWas what Atsumu said really necessary?â
âIt worked didnât it?â
(Y/N) sighed but smiled. Her heart was beating in excitement as the main gymâs lights shined over them. Her ears were ringing when she heard the loud cheers.
âMay the best team win.â
âGood luck, Asahi.â
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âHey, Daichi. Is it just me or am I being glared at by everyone on the other team?â
âDonât be ridiculous, Asahi. Youâre probably imagining it.â
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Summary: The story of Asahi Azumane meeting the love of his life,(Y/N) (L/N), in Nationals. He's Karasuno's ace and she's Inarizaki's manager. Despite being on different teams, it didn't stop either of them from falling in love with one another.
Pairing: Asahi Azumane x female! Reader
Warnings: Slow burn! Lots of fluff. Topics that involve struggling with anxiety, self-worth, and slight depression. Spoilers for Season 4. Manga spoilers. Slight use of offensive language. Use of (Y/N). Third POV.
Credits of Dividers to @saradika
Glass-Hearted Ace Series
Chapter 1: How a beautiful love story began.
Chapter 2: Second meetings are just as nerve-wracking as the first.
Chapter 3: Admitting to a crush to friends is only the first phase. The next phase is dealing with their reactions.
Chapter 4: It was a bittersweet moment when Inarizaki lost to Karasuno. What will happen next? Do the feelings stop there?
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Chapter Two
Summary: Inarizaki vs Karasuno. Foxes vs Crows. A match between two powerhouses competing for the next slot in Nationals and while tensions were high, Karasunoâs ace couldnât help but look forward to the upcoming match. Or rather he was looking forward to seeing her.
Word Count: 8.9K
Warnings: A long fic with a huge amount of fluff! Once again Asahi's anxiety will be mentioned. Conversations are prolonged between reader and Asahi in order to establish a well-meaning relationship. Brief description of reader's hair.
A/N: PART 2 to Glass-Hearted Ace!! A lot of people wanted a continuation so here it is!! I had so much fun writing this because I absolutely love the adorable craziness that goes on in Haikyu as well as spreading more love to our gentle giant. Let's keep spreading our Asahi love!!
Part 1
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3rd POV
Day 2 of Nationals. The second round has already begun with the first match of the day. It wouldn't be long for the next match to start. Karasuno vs Inarizaki. The atmosphere was filled with the same energy of anticipation and eagerness just as it was the other day though multiplied by a hundred.
As this was her third and final year in participating in the Spring Tournament, (L/N) (Y/N) felt confident enough to say she was calm and collected. (Y/N) smiled to herself when she compared her younger first-year self to now. Back then, she was such a nervous wreck. Always getting lost on her way to the restroom or the time she followed the wrong team to the WRONG gym. (It wasnât her fault that the team wore the same maroon jackets. Good thing that happened in her first year otherwise Suna and the Miya twins would never live it down.)
(Y/N) shook those thoughts away and continued her way to the gym where her team was preparing for their match. She was only gone for a few minutes as she had to fill up the water bottles, but knowing the second-years (Y/N) knew it was only a matter of time before something happened. Luckily, the Karasuno volleyball team hadn't arrived yet when she left but perhaps they have already.
The familiar warm feeling returned at the thought of seeing Karasunoâs team. More specifically the teamâs ace. Azumane Asahi. The same guy that caught her eye when he played volleyball. The same guy she met yesterday who saved her from getting hurt. The same guy that made her believe in the lyrics of all those love songs.
(Y/N) wanted to say she was a good judge of character and she had a good feeling about Asahi.
A sweet guy, every bit of a gentleman. Very cute too. Every time his soft brown eyes met with hers, she swore it reminded her of a cute puppy. His smile didnât bring a few butterflies in her stomach⌠No. They brought a swarm. Each flap of their metaphorical wings gave her the shivers but the grin on her lips never left when she was with him. Even his hair played a part of her enchantment on him. Itâs not often to see guys with long hair, but Asahi pulled it off amazingly well especially when he has it in a man bun. Despite his tough guy appearance, Asahi was a gentle giant with a glass heart. In the little time she knew him, (Y/N) hoped she was able to help him realize his self-worth.
God. It hasnât been 24 hours and not once has Asahi left her mind. They texted each other last night for almost two hours. The conversation between them flowed so easily. Just like before, (Y/N) enjoyed talking to him. Not once had he made her uncomfortable. Quite the opposite actually.
The next morning she woke up early enough to do research on Karasunoâs team. While Inarizakiâs motto was: we donât need the memories, (Y/N) couldnât help but see how Karasuno was like from their past matches. Theyâre different from any other teams theyâve competed against. Besides, it was nice matching names with faces. Luckily, someone made âIâm Awesomeâ videos of Karasunoâs starting lineup. Sheâll admit whoever made these videos was good as they depicted amazing receives to jaw-dropping spikes.
She recognized Daichi, Suga, and Asahi immediately. Their libero, Nishinoya YĹŤ, looked high caliber and so was their setter. Sheâll keep her opinions to herself on Kageyama; she didnât need Atsumu hearing her say that. Theyâll have to keep a lookout on Karasunoâs #10, Hinata Shoyo. Heâs on the short side considering heâs a middle blocker but judging by the video, the first-year is full of surprises.
Then again, the Inarizaki volleyball team has a few tricks up their sleeves too.
âAh. Look, it's her!â
â(Y/N)- senpai!â
âOver here!â
The said manager snapped back to reality and was confronted by the usual crowd of fans in front of her. Inarizaki always show their pride with each event but with volleyball, they took it to another level. Then it doubled with the arrival of the Miya twins. Their popularity soared to new heights and as a result the marching band, cheerleaders, and several students took part in Nationals. Both a blessing and a curse.
The curse part? Well, as much as she loved her schoolâs support, the fangirls⌠WellâŚ
â(Y/N)-senpai! Can you give this to Atsumu?!â
âOh, please give these chocolates to Osamu! I made them last night!â
â(Y/N), is there any way I can get a picture with Suna? Please!â
Yeah⌠This was pretty much the usual for her but this time it was going too far. Girls ranging from first-years to third-years were blocking the entrance to the gym. She recognized some as fellow classmates but others she was almost positive they came from other schools. And they were all trying to catch a glimpse of their favorite player.
Despite the hectic scene in front of her, there were two girls that caught her attention.
One of them looked the same age as her with beautiful black hair that reached her shoulders and fair skin complexion except for the beauty mark underneath her lower lip. Her gray eyes seemed to sparkle behind her thin framed glasses. The other girl looked visibly younger with her petite frame and blonde hair that was styled with a star hair clip. Right away (Y/N) knew that the girl was a first-year. She could see the way the girl was trembling at the sight of the crowd.
They didnât look like they were a part of the crowd, but they did look troubled. Thatâs when she noticed they were carrying water bottle carriers just like her. They must be the Karasuno teamâs managers. In the spirit of good sportsmanship, (Y/N) decided to go talk to them.
The older girl noticed her first. She stepped in front of the blonde girl as if shielding her. (Y/N) didnât let that get to her. Instead, she smiled and introduced herself.
âHi. Iâm (L/N) (Y/N). Iâm the manager for the Inarizaki team. Are you two the managers for Karasuno?â
The two girls glanced at one another before nodding in unison.
âMy name is Shimizu Kiyoko. Third-year.â
âI-Iâm Y-Yachi H-Hitoka! F-First-year m-manager! I-Itâs very n-nice t-to m-meet y-you!â
âHey, there. No need to be scared of me. Iâm just a manager, just like you.â (Y/N) tried her best to console the first-yearâs anxious nature. It was almost like deja-vu with Asahi. âAre you excited for today?â
Kiyoko nodded, finally feeling at ease with her. âThe team has worked hard to get to this point.â
âI couldnât sleep last night because I was so nervous!â Hitoka added while trying to fan herself in order to cool down her face. âBut the team is excited to play against the team that placed second place in the last Interhigh!â
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. âYouâve done your research. Iâm impressed. But donât worry, we still have some tricks under our sleeves. We know weâre up against a great team.â
The Karasuno managers felt the same warm feeling coursing underneath their skin at the compliment.
âDoes that mean youâve done research on our team?â Kiyoko asked.
(Y/N) nodded. âOf course. I like to be prepared.â Her cheeks began to warm up when she thought of Karasunoâs ace. âYou two have impressive players on the team. Are they in the gym?â
âYes. Theyâre practicing right now. We went to get some water for the match when this happened.â Kiyoko gestured to the sea of girls in front of them.
âWe tried to get through but theyâre scary!â Hitoka was practically shaking in her shoes. âThe first match is already playing their second set.â
âMan! I swear time flies around here. Come on, Iâll help you through.â (Y/N) gestured to the girls to follow her. âWe canât let our teams forget us.â
âAre you sure?â Kiyoko asked her. âWe can find another way.â
(Y/N) shook her head and gave them a carefree grin. âThis is the best way into the gym. Trust me, Iâll get us in there.â
âW-Why a-are you h-helping us?â Hitoka stuttered out. âA-Arenât you scared of them?â
âWell us managers have to stick together, right? And trust me, after dealing with the Miya twins for a year, these girls donât scare me.â
Taking her word for it, the pair of Karasuno managers followed her. As expected the crowd of girls showed no sign of parting, in fact, it has grown in number. Kiyoko and Hitoka were waiting for (Y/N) to politely ask the girls to move aside, like they did before, but the Inarizaki manager did something quite unexpected.
(Y/N) looked over her shoulder and smiled, âCover your ears.â
The girls obeyed. Lucky for them. Unlucky for the fangirls.
Because (Y/N) let out the loudest whistle anyone had ever heard. A series of groans and shrieks were heard from the fangirls. Then they all had turned to face the managers.
â(Y/N)-senpai? What was that for?!â One of the fangirls that she recognized as an underclassman.
âOh, come on guys. I warned everyone last time this would happen.â The manager told them, not an ounce of fear in her voice as she addressed the crowd.
âB-But we just want to see the twins practice!â A girl holding a hand fan with the words âMiya Twinsâ on it. âWe arenât doing anything wrong.â
âThe boys need to warm up. Youâll see them on the court. Do yourselves a favor and find good seats to watch and cheer from.â
âAww but (Y/N)!â They complained.
âYou guys know the rules. Now, please, let me and my friends,â She stepped aside to reveal her new manager friends, âget into the gym. We need to do our jobs as managers. Donât make me tell Kita-san and have him ban all of you from watching practice matches in the future.â
At the mention of the serious captain and under the threat of closed practices, the fangirls dispersed quickly. Some had the sense to apologize and others wished them good fortune on the upcoming match.
âW-Wow.â Hitoka said in awe. âYou knew exactly what to do. Thatâs amazing.â
Kiyoko agreed before asking, âDoes this happen a lot?â
(Y/N) let out an embarrassed chuckle. âYeah⌠Theyâre big fans of the team and they mean well but sometimes their excitement can take it too far. As Inarizakiâs manager, sometimes I feel responsible for their behavior.â She bowed her head and continued on. âI apologize on their behalf for any trouble they may have caused you two.â
The youngest manager out of the three was speechless at the older girlâs sincere words in her apology. Theyâve only known the Inarizaki manager for like ten minutes but she proved herself to them that sheâs a kindhearted yet self-assured person. One look at her senpai and Yachi knew that they were thinking the same thing.
What Yachi didnât know, Shimizu was smiling for a different reason. Yesterday, she accidentally overheard her fellow third-years talking. She didnât mean to listen in and she was about to leave when the topic of the conversation caught her attention. Apparently, a girl caught her friend Asahiâs eye. A girl from the Inarizaki team that, according to Suga, sounded like the perfect girl for her anxious friend. So when the girlâs name came up, (Y/N), Shimizu wanted to see for herself what the girl was like.
Now that she has, Shimizu can see how and why Asahi would fall for her.
âDonât apologize,â Kiyoko finally spoke up and offered the girl a kind smile. âSometimes, these things happen.â
âYou sure? I mean, this might happen again when we have to go into the main gym. There are some fans of the Miya twins that can be a bit⌠Fierce. If you want, I can help out. Itâs no trouble at all.â
Kiyoko shook her head. âItâs okay, (Y/N). We can handle it. Right, Hitoka-chan?â
The first-year nodded eagerly. âYeah! Weâll be okay. The guys on our team can be scary too. Ah! I need to tell the team that the first match is already in the second set. It was very nice to meet you!â
The third-year managers watched in amusement as she scurried into the gym. (Y/N) smiled before facing Kiyoko. She offered her hand for a handshake and said, âI know itâs customary for players to shake hands before and after the match, but I do it too with the managers. Letâs have a good game.â
Kiyoko took her hand and squeezed. âMay the best team win. No hard feelings, right?â
(Y/N) laughed and nodded. âI like you, Shimizu, but yeah, no hard feelings at all.â
âPlease call me Kiyoko.â
~Meanwhile inside the gym, ten minutes earlier~
âWhere is she?â Asahi thought as his eyes searched the other side of the court. âIs she hiding from me? Did he say something that scared her away? What if he creeped her out last night when they texted each other?â
âYo Asahi!â Sugaâs energetic voice scared him back to reality. âAre you looking for someone?â
He didnât miss his friendâs teasing tone that laced his words nor the way his eyes shined in amusement. Leave it to Suga to tease the hell out of him. Last night, for example, was too much. Even after he told his friends about his time with the Inarizaki manager, Suga still wanted to know everything, down to the last detail. Luckily, Daichi took pity on him and reeled Suga back on a somewhat normal level of interrogation.
But that didnât mean he was going to drop the subject completely.
âI canât find (Y/N).â He admitted to his friend. âHave you seen her?â
âHmm. Not yet. But I wouldnât worry too much. Her teamâs here so Iâm sure sheâs somewhere around here. Sheâs their manager after all.â Suga clapped his shoulder. âBut if you really want to know where (Y/N) is, why donât you go ask her teammates?â
Suga pointed to the nearby Inarizaki members that were practicing their spikes. He recognized the Miya twins and Inarizakiâs ace, Ojiro Aran. And while he saw how they played from previous matches last night, it didnât ease the anxiety clawing its way around his heart. It also didnât help when one of the wing spikers turned the set into a powerful spike. The impact of the ball being slammed to the floor echoed throughout the gym.
Just the very action scared Sugaâs suggestion out the window. There was no way he was going over there and ask about their manager! If they were anything like Tanaka or Nishinoya, then heâll be ripped to shreds.
âN-No way!â He stuttered out a reply and waved his hands in front of him. The slight blush on his face was becoming more visible by each second. âBut Iâm worried. What if something happened to her?â
âHer who?â Daichi asked as he came up from behind them. âWhatâs going on?â
Suga answered before he could. âWell, our dear old ace here, is worried that his crush is somewhere out there dying without him knowing. And heâs too scared to ask her friends where she is.â
Karasunoâs captain chuckled and patted Asahi on the back. âQuit worrying. I know you saved her yesterday, but this isnât a little girl youâre talking about. She can hold her own. After all, this isnât her first time here in Nationals.â
âSee, Asahi?â Suga, clearly amused by this whole conversation, told him. âThereâs nothing to worry about. I wouldnât be surprised if she walked through those gym doors right now.â
He pointed to the entrance and they followed it only to see a swarm of girls trying to catch a glimpse inside the gym.
âYou mean those doors?â He asked his friend. âThey look ready to burst in here.â
âWho are they?â Daichi asking the question everyone was wondering.
âJudging by the hand fans, I think theyâre fans of the Miya twins. They must be really popular to have this many. Thatâs annoying.â Suga muttered the last part with a pout.
âCan anyone get through?â Asahi wondered as he avoided eye contact with the girls. Something about them unnerved him somehow even if they wore bright smiles and loud cheers. âThey look vicious.â
âTheyâre fans, not witches.â Daichi stated. âIâm sure theyâre nice. After all, they're showing their support to their team.â
âLet it go, Daichi. Asahi is only like this because he misses his dream girl.â Suga jested. âHeâs going into withdrawal.â
âI was just hoping to see her. She texted me-â
âWoah! Woah! Texted?! When did this happen?â asked Suga, his eyes wide with this new information. âYouâre at the texting-each-other stage?!â
âWas that who you were texting last night?â Daichi asked him.
âWhat?!â Suga exclaimed. âDaichi, why didnât you tell me?â
âYou were asleep and I was tired.â The captain defended. âAnd it isnât my business who Asahi texts. Heâs old enough to make his own decisions⌠That being said, what did you guys talk about?â
âYou didnât tell her our secret weapons, did you?â Suga whispered his question, referring to all the tricks they perfected in the past few months.
â(Y/N) isnât like that, Suga. She didnât squeeze any information out of me. We picked up where we left off and talked about normal stuff. We thought it was better than to talk about the match between our schools.â
âAnd what did you guys text about?â The vice captain pressed, eager to know more.
For some reason, Asahi couldnât help but recall how he initiated the conversation with the pretty manager from Inarizaki. Actually it was more like he couldnât believe he was texting with (Y/N) last night. It felt unreal, like a dream. After reading her note, he remembered how hard his heart was beating and how warm his cheeks grew.
Ever since she mentioned it in her note, admitting how he made her nervous, Asahi took some comfort that he can do the same to her and vice versa.
Though, she did prove herself to be bravely spontaneous when she wrote the note and after texting with her last night, he hoped he could do the same. One of his many concerns since starting high school was that girls in his class were always disappointed after finding out his timid personality didnât match his physical appearance. Heâll never forget the time when one of the girls called him a wuss. It was years ago but the girlâs remark was like a stab wound in the back. It healed over time but it still made its mark on his self-image.
Luckily, (Y/N) wasnât like any of the girls in his class. Sheâs so kind when she bought him a shirt as a gift. Sheâs so understanding when she patiently listened to his problems. She showed compassion when she offered some advice to help ease the anxiety that almost suffocated him. Then there was that beautiful confidence she had in herself. He liked that about her and while he just met (Y/N) yesterday, he wanted to prove to her that he can be confident too.
Thatâs why heâs been looking for her. He wanted to be the first to greet her. It might not seem like a big deal to others, but it was to him.
âBaby steps,â He thought when he was second-guessing himself. âWhat was that saying? Rome wasnât built in a day. Well, that applies here too. Bit by bit, confidence will grow.â
âAsahi? Earth to ace?â
âHuh?â
âYou zoned out there for a second.â A smirk appeared on Sugaâs face. âMust be quite a conversation you had with her. Wouldnât you say Daichi?â
It was always nerve-wracking to have both Daichi and Suga tease him. So it wouldnât be a surprise if the captain joined in on the teasing. But to his surprise, Daichi clapped him on the back causing him to huff a bit under his breath.
âWell, I think (Y/N) is the kind of girl that can make our dear ace invincible. Make sure to show what youâre made of during this match.â
âYeah!â Suga encouraged, his hand clapping the aceâs free shoulder. âLet her see how awesome you are on the court.â
âNo pressure or anything.â Daichi added, his smile matching Sugaâs teasing grin.
âNone at all!â Suga piped in. âJust remember sheâll be watching you when itâs your turn to serve. Donât mess up!â
âYou guys arenât helping!â He yelled at his friends. His face burned in embarrassment.
Daichi and Suga laughed but before anyone could say another word that could cause further humiliation for the ace, Asahiâs saving grace came in the form of their first-year manager running into the gym. He thanked whatever deity who was watching over this episode that spared him from further teasing from his friends.
âThe first match is in the middle of their second set.â Hitoka informed them.
Daichi nodded and clapped his hands together. In a loud voice, he announced, âAlright, guys. Letâs get into our uniforms.â
Following the captain's orders, Asahi grabbed his alternate orange jersey and placed it over a nearby chair. He looked across the gym and saw the Inarizaki players putting on their uniforms as well. Still no sign of (Y/N).
âHitoka-chan, wasnât Shimizu with you?â Suga asked.
The first-year nodded. âWe made a new friend just now. She helped us out when we couldnât get into the gym. I think sheâs still talking to her by the doors.â
Asahi tuned out their conversation as he took off his shirt. In his head, he had to concentrate on calming down his nerves. The scariest moments of his life played like an endless nightmare. Like the time when he was a kid and he had to show his parents the bad grade on his report card. Or the time he wanted to pet the neighborâs puppy but ended up getting chased by the puppyâs mother. Or how Date Techâs iron wall blocked every single spike; shaking him to the core so much that he temporarily stopped playing volleyball.
The whirlpool of anxiety and dread arrived on schedule in his stomach. Was it getting harder to breathe? Was the air getting warmer? Or was he getting colder? Yeah, no. He was definitely getting colder. His hands felt like a block of ice. Was he this nervous during the Shiratorizawa match? Probably. He made a mental note to trace äşş on his hand, hoping it was enough to settle down his nerves.
He threw his jersey on and was just about to fix his loose hair strands when he heard a familiar laugh coming from the entrance. He looked up to see Kiyoko laughing along with another girl. It was only a glance, a quick one, when he did a double take. He couldnât believe it.
(L/N) (Y/N), the girl that caused his brain cells to go on a roller coaster ride, was standing there in all her beauty.
She was having a conversation with Kiyoko and by the looks of it, she must have said something funny because it made his usual shy and quiet manager laugh a little. Now he was 100% convinced that (Y/N) had a natural aura that eased people on friendly terms if she was able to hold an amiable conversation with Kiyoko.
Not to mention her smile that complimented her eyes that seemed to shine in excitement. Or how her hair was styled a bit different from yesterday. This time her hair was pinned back from her face with two small side braids connected together where it fell in rhythm with the rest of her hair. It looked cute on her, lovely even. Should he mention that to her or would that be too weird?
SLAP!
âOw!â Asahi turned around to find the culprit who slapped the (for lack of a better word) living shit onto his back. Nishinoya didnât have an ounce of shame or regret in his eyes. Quite the opposite actually as the libero was smiling ear to ear. âNishinoya? What was that for?â
With no remorse, the second-year player ignored the question and asked several of his own. âThatâs her, right? The Inarizaki manager? The one whoâs talking to Kiyoko-san? The girl you like?â
He could feel his ears begin to burn. âH-How did you know?â
âThatâs not important.â
Asahi begged to differ as he thought it made a world of difference now that Nishinoya knows about his crush.
With his arms crossed in front of his chest, the libero continued, âWhat are you doing standing here? Go over there and talk to her! Be a man!â
âI-Itâs not that simple. I need to build myself up before I talk to her. And then I need to think of a topic that we can talk about. Then what type of questions I should ask-â
âOh come on Asahi! You have to stop acting like a cowardly wimp. Man up and go! Sheâs right there!â
âJ-Just give me a second and I will.â
Nishinoya was just about to retort back when he realized something. This was the first time Asahi was nervous, visibly and mentally, for a girl. Well, scratch that. Asahi was always nervous around girls but this was the first time he seemed to actively try to impress someone. Like the way he repeatedly made sure his jersey was tucked in, double-knotted his shoelaces, and double-checked his hair was safely tied in his usual bun.
So he did what any good friend would do. âYou look great, Asahi.â
With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, the ace stood up straight. âYou think so?â
âPersonally, I donât care about what other people think about my looks.â
Asahi physically deflated at those words. If only he could borrow some of his friendâs confidence.
âBut then again Iâm awesome.â
The ace couldnât argue with that one. But before he could wallow in a pool of anxiety and dread, the liberoâs next words saved him from drowning. Along with a strong slap on the shoulder that could echo throughout the gym.
âYouâre awesome too. Youâre the ace of our team. Take pride in that.â
Asahi took his friendâs words to heart as he stood up a bit straighter. He glanced up to look at (Y/N) who looked breathtaking while wearing her maroon Inarizaki jacket. If only she wore a black Karasuno jacket⌠He could just imagine the alternate dimension where she could have been a classmate, a close friend, or even something more.
âI⌠I donât want to mess this up, Noya.â
Concerned, Nishinoya asked, âHow would you mess up?â
âI donât know! Anything could happen. With my luck, I could trip over myself in front of her. I want to be confident and go over to her and say hi-ââ
âAlright. Then letâs go.â
Asahiâs mind froze. âWhat?â
âYou heard me. Letâs do what you said and walk up to your girlfriend-â
âSheâs not my girlfriend!â
Nishinoya rolled his eyes but the grin on his face showed no sign of leaving. âFine. The girl you wish to be your girlfriend. Weâll go together. Youâll say hi and introduce me to her because I want to know what kind of girl makes you act this way.â
Asahi could feel his face turning red. âOkay, letâs go. But please donât say anything embarrassing. Daichi and Suga did enough of that yesterday.â
His friend laughed loudly before slapping his shoulder. âYou really need to grow a backbone off the court, especially if you want to impress your crush. But donât worry, I have your back.â
~
(Y/N) felt as if she met her long-lost sister through Karasunoâs manager. Kiyoko definitely could relate to the ups and downs that comes with managing a group of boys (especially rowdy second-years). But she admired her commitment. Being a third-year, specifically attending Nationals, it was their last chance to help their respective team to make it to the top.
âSo, how are you feeling about being here?â She asked as they sat down on a nearby bench. They still had time before the ongoing match ended. Why not take the opportunity and spend time with her new friend?
âItâs unreal. Sometimes it feels like a dream. A lot of people doubted us since we were a forgotten powerhouse. We were devastated when we lost in the third round of the Interhigh to Aoba Johsai. Our only chance to get to Nationals was to win all our matches.â
âWoah, I can only imagine the pressure your team had on their shoulders. More so on the third-years.â She took a chance to look for Asahi. Her eyes automatically found him and she couldnât help but smile. It looked like he was having a conversation with the libero. âHow did you guys manage all that?â
Kiyoko shrugged her shoulders but she had a faint smile before answering, âIt was rough. But we didnât want to give up on volleyball. Not when there was a chance to make it here. It was a risk. Our advisor warned us third-years to take our future into account before we made our decision.â
âAnd now you guys are here! I have to give you and your team respect, Kiyoko.â
Kiyoko laughed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. âThanks. Itâs been a journey and weâre ready to play against the best.â
âTrust me the feeling is mutual.â
âSpeaking of feelings,â Kiyoko began with a teasing tone. âIâve heard thereâs a guy on my team that caught your eye.â
(Y/N) let out a nervous laugh as she looked away. âHe told you?â
âNot directly but Daichi and Suga werenât exactly keeping it down about it. Asahi is usually quiet. But he sounded happy when he talked about you. I think you helped him in more ways than one because Iâve never heard him sound so confident.â
âReally?â She couldnât help but smile widely. âYou're not just saying that, are you?â
Kiyoko shook her head. âI donât know what you told him but it looks like he took it to heart.â
âI just spoke the truth. He helped me so itâs only fair that I helped him too. Heâs a gentle giant that needs a boost in confidence.â
âDo you like him?â
âWell⌠Itâs too soon to tell but I think so. Asahi is not like any other guy Iâve met. I just want a chance to get to know him more and vice versa.â
âSo like a date before the actual date?â
âExactly!â It was like Kiyoko and her were on the same wavelength. âIs that too weird? Or is it stupid? I mean, I just met him yesterday and so far he seems like a great guy but like⌠Iâm nervous. He makes me nervous and⌠Shoot. Iâm sorry for rambling.â
âHey, itâs reasonable to think and feel that way. Take it from me, Asahi really is a good guy. He can be a scaredy-cat sometimes and can be insecure about a lot of stuff but he really means well.â
âI saw that side of him yesterday. Heâs the type to shoulder all the blame, isnât he?â (Y/N) asked.
Kiyoko nodded. âHeâs still our ace and heâs been working harder than ever to prove it.â
(Y/N) remained silent, taking in all the information Kiyoko told her. She looked for Asahi again and smiled when she saw him getting clapped on the shoulder by the libero.
âDoes that bother you?â Kiyoko asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
Confused, (Y/N) furrowed her brow before asking, âWhat do you mean?â
âDoes it bother you that Asahi is the ace but he doesnât have an ace-like presence?â
While Kiyoko hated asking the question she believed it was an important one. Girls can be ruthless. She heard the gossip from other girls and how they talk about Asahi behind his back. Calling him a wimp or how he was a part of a gang. As Asahiâs friend, she felt it was her responsibility to see if the girl he has a crush for is actually genuine in her feelings towards him. Because as much as she enjoyed (Y/N)âs company, Kiyoko will choose to defend Asahi over her.
âShould that be important? If anything, it goes to show how different Asahi is. When I saw him play yesterday, I knew he was an amazing ace but when I talked to him and got to know him⌠I saw a guy whoâs not ashamed to admit his insecurities and whoâs not scared to admit his feelings. I respect that. And after what you told me of what you guys have gone through, I know Asahi will show his self-worth on the court and show everyone why heâs the ace. So who cares that he doesnât have the traditional personality of an ace? I think heâs already brave.â
Kiyoko smiled at her. That was the answer sheâs been hoping for and (Y/N) delivered it. Her (E/C) eyes matched the conviction in her voice and Kiyoko loved it. Not to mention, the timing was absolutely perfect and she thanked the gods that (Y/N) didnât notice the two people behind her.
â(Y-Y/N)-san?â
Oh god. She could feel her heart falling to her stomach when she heard her name in that deep voice that made her feel everything all at once. Her face became warm in seconds and she didnât dare move an inch. It wasnât until Kiyoko let out a small cough that brought her from cloud nine back to the gym.
(Y/N) took a moment to center herself before turning around to see Asahi. His chocolate brown eyes met hers and she swore the butterflies from her stomach danced between her ribs.
âA-Asahi-san! Hey!â
She quickly stood up, a bit too fast as she accidentally knocked her teamâs water bottles out of the carrier. Embarrassed, (Y/N) fell to her knees and grabbed the nearest bottle.
âS-Sorry about this.â (Y/N) didnât dare look up as she already embarrassed herself in front of her crush and his friends.
âN-No! Donât apologize. It was an accident.â Asahi kneeled, grabbing the last bottle before handing it to her. His breath hitched ever so softly when her fingertips touched his hand. It was as if the rest of the gym faded away. Being so close to (Y/N), he saw how her eyes were beautiful as he remembered. He swore it was no trick of the light that her eyes seemed to shine like stars in the night sky.
(Y/N) felt so self-conscious about how close she was to Asahi. She hoped she looked okay in his eyes. Usually she wouldnât care so much on how she looked, but the idea was thrown out the window when she met Karasunoâs ace. His long hair was once again in a bun but this time it was neatly in place, a perfect bun any woman or man could be jealous of. The small scruff of facial hair on his chin suited him very well, giving him a sort of wild, intimidating appearance.
But she knew better because Asahi was an adorable giant with a large and gentle heart. If she was being honest, his presence was like springtime coming to wash away winterâs snow. His warmth was⌠Indescribable.
How was it possible for him to be that handsome yet so adorable at the same time?
The moment was interrupted when someone cleared their throat. Loudly. (Y/n) looked up to see the libero, Nishinoya, with a large grin. His eyes were bright with excitement and amusement. She can immediately tell that this guy was the mischievous and energetic type. As they stood up, she could have sworn she saw Asahi blush.
â(Y/N), this is my friend Nishinoya YĹŤ. Heâs a second-year and the libero of our team.â
While he maintained a normal composure, Asahi was mentally beating himself up. âWhy would you say that?! Sheâs a volleyball manager!! Of course, she knows that Nishinoya is a libero! She has eyes. She can see that heâs wearing a different color jersey! Asahi, youâre such an IDIOT!â
While the ace was mentally berating himself, (Y/N) formally introduced herself to his friend. During her introduction, Nishinoya could only gawk. When he heard from Suga and Daichi about his friend Asahi finally having a lucky break encounter with a girl, he couldnât be happier for the ace. And it didnât take a genius to see how hard Asahi fell for her.
âBy the way, Iâve watched those âIâm Awesomeâ videos.â (Y/N) brought up and immediately caught the attention from both boys. âThat match with Shiratorizawa when you made a double save against Ushijima was so cool. It was so amazing that I had to replay it like five times. I even showed it to our own libero and he literally took my phone out of my hands.â
Nishinoya beamed. âReally?â
His chest swelled up with pride and the thought of another libero studying his techniques was just the icing on the cake, but to have a pretty girl, like (Y/N), praise his skills⌠Well thatâs the cherry on top. He liked her already.
âAnd Asahi, you were amazing too. The way you were able to smash through Shiratorizawaâs defenses was unreal!â
The warm and fuzzy feeling from his chest exploded and it was as if all the heat rushed to his face. Asahi was sure his whole face was red. He tried to stammer out a reply but Nishinoya beat him to it.
âI know right!â He slapped Asahiâs shoulder repeatedly. âHe went head to head against one of the best aces in the country and helped lead our team to victory. We wouldnât be here without him.â
âT-Thatâs not t-true-â
âOf course it is!â Nishinoya looked back at the girl who was chuckling at their interaction. âIgnore that. Heâs so humble whenever someone compliments him.â
Her eyes met Asahiâs and gave him a knowing smile. Although this was her second encounter with Karasunoâs ace, (Y/N) noticed the trend of Asahiâs friends building him up and teasing him at the same time. She had to stop herself from laughing at the lack of subtlety amongst them. Still, it was cute to see Asahi this way.
âWell,â (Y/N) began, her hand casually tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Asahi was listening intently. âThen I bet this next compliment is going to be unbearable because I thought you looked great during that match. It makes me wish I was there to see you guys play live.â
Nishinoya grinned. âDonât worry, (Y/N)-san. You wonât be disappointed with our match. Asahi, here, will make sure of that. Right, Asahi? Oh, did I mention how-â
Kiyoko, who was silently watching the entire interaction, noticed the slight panic in Asahiâs eyes. She knew the libero means well but there were times he can take things a bit too far.
âNishinoya, can you help carry this for me?â
âAnything for you, Kiyoko-san! Iâll follow you forever!â
Asahi was about to stutter out his friendâs name when he saw Kiyoko give a little head gesture towards (Y/N), subtle enough so she wouldnât see it.
âThis is your chance, Asahi.â That was the message she was telling him as Kiyoko led Nishinoya away. âDonât mess up.â
âSo, um, (Y/N)? H-How are you? You know, with everything?â Asahi could feel the goosebumps traveling up and down his arms at how cringy he felt.
The dark cloud of self-doubt and worry that plagued Asahi this morning has evaporated into thin air the moment she smiled at him. How was she able to put him at ease like that?
âSo far, so good. I'm a bit nervous for today. Not the bad kind of nervous but the excited kind, you know?â
Asahi nodded as he knew exactly the feeling (Y/N) was talking about. He was feeling it right now! âI know that feeling very well. I feel it almost everyday.â
(Y/N) chuckled before replying, âAt least, youâre honest, Asahi. Most guys usually lie about their feelings.â She glanced back at her own team where she saw Atsumu arguing with his twin, probably over something stupid.
âWell someone did tell me that it wasnât a bad thing to express my feelings. Iâm just following her good advice.â
The smile she gave him was like no other to know that Asahi was really taking her words to heart. Words canât describe how happy this made her nor the warm feeling she felt stir in her chest.
âSo, are you ready to play against us?â (Y/N) asked the ace in an effort to keep the conversation going. âBecause weâve been looking forward to this match.â
âItâs a bit nerve-racking that weâre playing against the team that placed second in the Inter-High. You have great players on your team.â
(Y/N) waved her hand in dismal with a shake of her head. âOh donât let that rattle you, that was yesterday.â Her schoolâs motto rings true in her words. âBesides, Iâve done my research. Karasuno isnât like it was before. Your team has cool players too and that includes you. All you can do today is challenge yourself.â
Asahi couldnât help but smile at her. âYouâre just full of good advice, arenât you?â
She beamed while tossing her hair over her shoulder in a joking manner. âIâd like to think so. But seriously, Asahi,â Her hand gently touched his bicep and Asahi didnât shrink away. âHow are you really feeling?â
âH-Honestly?â
(Y/N) nodded, her eyes looking up to him, patiently waiting for his response.
âI havenât told anyone so d-donât make fun of me but⌠Iâm scared.â
âScared of what?â
âIâm scared of failing. Iâm scared to drag the team down. Iâm scared to lose the trust my team has in me as the ace. I mean, Iâve watched the Inarizaki clip last night and I canât help to compare-â
Asahi stopped talking when he felt a pair of warm hands wrap around his cold ones. The blush from before came back in full force. (Y/N)âs hands were small and so soft compared to his yet it was enough to calm his fast beating heart. With her holding his hands, it reminded Asahi of the time when Kiyoko held Sugaâs hands during the fifth set of the Shiratorizawa match. He remembered how he, Daichi, Nishinoya, and Tanaka became jealous towards the vice captain. Now he was in Sugaâs position and with (Y/N) holding his hands, Asahi understood the feelings Suga went through that day.
âListen to me, Asahi, what youâre feeling right now⌠Thatâs normal, okay? Youâre not the first ace to feel this way and even if you are the first that just goes to show how considerate you are to your teammates. I can tell you worked hard and you have skilled, trustworthy teammates. Thatâs why youâre here in Nationals, remember? You earned your spot on the team as the ace and I understand you carry a burden on your shoulders, but youâre not alone. You have your team with you.â
Asahi opened his mouth but no words came out. It was as if (Y/N) took his ability to talk. He felt enlightened in a way. He was pushed so much in the darkness by his own self-doubt, anxiety, and worry that he almost missed the ray of light that gave him hope.
âYou with me, Asahi? I didnât lose you, did I?â (Y/N) questioned, giving his hands a small squeeze. âOr did I say something wrong?â
âOh! Sorry! No! I mean- Yes! I mean-â
(Y/N) chuckled. âBreathe, Asahi. Thereâs no need to be nervous. Itâs just me. No one special.â
He shook his head. âThatâs not true. At least, not to me.â
She blinked. Then blinked twice. Three times. When she realized that she hadnât misheard him, she swore those butterflies in her stomach made their way to her chest and danced around her heart. The feeling never went away when he met her eyes. His brown eyes took her breath away while melting her heart at the same time.
Still, she wasnât expecting Asahi to say that and judging by the obvious blush on his cheeks Asahi wasnât either. Well, two can play at that game.
âOh? Iâm someone special to you? When we only met yesterday? If I didnât know better, I would say youâre falling for me.â
Asahi felt his Adam's apple bob up and down. He was used to teasing by his friends and the second-years but never before has he felt like this. Wait a minute⌠Was this teasing or flirting? He hoped for the latter because he didnât want it to stop.
âWhat if I am?â He asked, his confidence growing with every word. âWould it be a bad thing?â
(Y/N) smiled widely. âI⌠I wouldnât be opposed to it.â
Asahi felt his heart soar to new heights at this. Any anxiety he had began to slowly fade away. His hands were no longer cold but he wasnât going to stray away from (Y/N)âs touch.
However, the universe thought differently.
âHey. Do you mind not holding hands with my manager?â
(Y/N) grunted when she felt a strong arm swing over her shoulders. Even without looking, she could tell who it was. The same person who had no problem starting a confrontation with anyone. Not even his twin brother.
âAtsumu.â She warned, letting go of Asahiâs hands, hoping this action would relieve the tension her setter placed around them.
The blond-haired twin kept the same annoying smirk as he met his managerâs eyes. He knew that look very well as he was always on the receiving end of it.
âWhat?â He asked innocently. âIâm just looking out for you, (Y/N)-senpai. Youâre our precious manager after all. Now, is this guy messing with you?â
(Y/N) sighed, closing her eyes while counting to ten in order to calm down. She could only imagine how this must look.
âHeâs not. This is Asahi and heâs my friend. We were just talking before the match began. Asahi, this is Miya Atsumu. Heâs the setter-â
âStar setter.â Atsumu interrupted as he shook Asahiâs hand, gripping it hard. âAn All-Japan Training Camp setter.â
Confused but feeling bold, Asahi matched the twinâs grip strength. He took a tiny bit of satisfaction when Atsumu grimaced the tiniest bit.
(Y/N) raised her brow at them but shook it off. âSorry about him. He can be a bit much. Anyways, Atsumu, Asahi is Karasunoâs ace. We watched their match yesterday, remember?â
Atsumu gave him an unimpressed look before shaking his head. âNot really. He must have not made a good impression for me to remember. I donât remember players who suck-â
He was cut off by (Y/N)âs sharp elbow to his stomach. âWhat was that for, (Y/N)-san?!â
âThatâs for lying!â
âI wasnât lying!â
âJust yesterday you told me he made a lot of great plays. Not to mention, you praised his service ace.â
Atsumu could feel himself blush a little when his manager caught him in his lie. âI⌠I donât remember.â When lying doesnât work, denying is the second best option.
She rolled her eyes while pushing the setterâs head down, forcing him to bow with her. âSorry about him. He can be incredibly insensitive at times.â
Atsumu twisted his head to look at his manager, quietly struggling underneath her surprisingly strong grip. âNo, Iâm not!â
(Y/N) sighed before letting go and ignored the glare Atsumu gave her. Instead, she focused on Karasunoâs ace. âI wish we can talk more, Asahi but I need to get the team ready before the match. But Iâm glad we had the chance to catch up.â
âYeah, me too.â He smiled at her, much to Atsumuâs displeasure. âCan we talk later?â
The manager grinned and was just about to answer when she felt a strong tug on her arm before getting dragged away. âHey, Atsumu! What the he-â
âYou said it yourself.â Atsumu pointed out. âYou need to help get the team, our team, ready. Letâs go.â
(Y/N) yanked her hand back and gave Atsumu a glare before he could utter a complaint. âAtsumu, be a dear and take this,â She placed the water bottle carrier in his hands. âIâll be right behind you.â
âBut- I, er, we need you. Remember, thereâs that thing⌠That important thingâŚâ His eyes gestured to his hands.
To anyone who didnât know the Inarizaki setter very well, it may have sounded like there was something urgent she, as the manager, had to do. But (Y/N) knew Atsumu and she almost wanted to laugh at the desperation in his voice. This happened every single time before a match. It was obvious that Atsumu didnât want to admit his problem in front of Asahi, who had a confused look on his face.
âThe stuff is in my bag, inside the small pocket. Just donât use too much like last time.â
âYes!â Atsumu fist-pumped before running back to the rest of the Inarizaki team, forgetting the reason he came over in the first place.
(Y/N) chuckled as she watched her friend dig into her bag before turning back to Asahi. âAgain, sorry about that. He can be a bit much. But he does have a point, the match is going to start soon.â She offered up her hand for a shake. âBest of luck to you, Asahi.â
He wasted no time in shaking her hand. âYou too. Good luck to your team.â
âAnd whatever happens, win or lose, weâll be cool, right?â (Y/N) asked, hoping Asahi wasnât one of those players that completely shuts down and shuns people when they lose. She really liked him so she hoped that wasnât the case.
âOf course we will.â Asahi promised. âNo matter what happens, weâll give it our best.â
âGood. See you later, ace.â
With one final encouraging squeeze, (Y/N)âs hand slipped away before making her way towards her team. Asahi seemed frozen to the laminate gym floor as his eyes were fixed on her maroon Inarizaki team. His hand was still in the air where he could still feel her fingertips.
âASAHI!â
He flinched when he heard Nishinoya yell out his name and he almost fell over when he felt the libero hoist himself to do a handstand on his shoulders. It always amazes him how Nishinoya was able to do that effortlessly.
âH-Hey careful!â Asahi warned him. âAnd what happened to having my back?â
âYou were amazing Asahi-san!â Nishinoya praised, stars in his eyes. âAnd I did have your back. We all had your back. We were watching the whole thing! You looked so cool talking to the girl you like!â
Was it just him or did that last sentence sound so loud?
âDonât make it so obvious, Nishinoya.â Suga chuckled.
âYeah, we donât need Miya Atsumu to come back over here and scare Asahi again.â Daichi joked. âWe had to pull Nishinoya back so he wouldnât go feral on him.â
âI-I wasnât scared! He just surprised me.â Asahi defended though he wasnât going to admit that there was a tiny moment of fear when the Inarizaki setter confronted him. âHeâs intense though.â
Kiyoko stepped forward. âYou didnât run away. I think that speaks louder than words.â
Asahi swallowed hard. âYou think so?â
âTrust Kiyoko on this, Asahi.â Daichi said. âAnd trust all of us when we say, donât give up. I know I give you a hard time with you being a coward and all-â
âThanks.â He said sarcastically.
âLet me finish.â Daichi laughed. âI was trying to say⌠(Y/N) brings out the best in you. So keep going. Deal?â
âDeal.â
âAlright, letâs go win!â
âYEAH!!â
~Meanwhile on the other side of the gym~
âYou done flirting with the enemy?â
âDoes that bother you, Suna?â (Y/N) countered as she checked her bag, looking to see if Atsumu used all her hand lotion. (Heâs always complaining about his fingertips being dry.) âI thought thatâs what you guys wanted? For me to find someone?â
âAt least give us a warning. Atsumu said it was that scary samurai-looking guy.â
âAtsumuâs dramatic.â
âAm not!â
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
âHe literally was squeezing my hand off! Trying to ruin my perfect setter hands!â The blond complained. âI call sabotage!â
âMaybe youâre just that weak, âTsumu.â
âShut up, âSamu!â
âSo,â Suna interrupted before the twins could start another infinite argument. âYou like this Azumane guy?â
âIs he Lucky Schmuck #1?â Osamu followed up.
âOr Unlucky Schmuck #6?â Atsumu mumbled with his arms crossed.
âI think⌠Heâs the one.â
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Chapter One
Summary: How does Asahi find himself in these situations? He wasnât the tough and scary guy everyone made him out to be. Why canât someone just give him a chance? Thatâs what he thought until he met herâŚ
Word Count: 5.4K
Warnings: So much FLUFF! Dealing with self-doubt and anxiety. I didnât write Atsumuâs slang dialogue but maybe Iâll edit in the future.
A/N: My contribution to Asahi x Reader content. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEST BOY!! GIF credit to @akaashikoutarou
Part 2
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Today is the day. January 5th. Everyoneâs hard work and determination will be put to the test on this day. A day where volleyball teams from all over Japan, the best from each prefecture, will meet with one another and have a chance to battle on the orange court.Â
Today marks Day One in the All Japan High School Volleyball Championship. Otherwise known as the Spring Tournament.
The victor of each battle will be one step closer to reaching the summit, a place that is only reserved for one winning team.Â
But until then, each team must go through the wringer and the emotional ties that come when playing the best of the best. Not only are the team members fighting for themselves to place a respectable standing in the tournament, they are also carrying the weight of their schoolâs pride and honor on their shoulders. The pressure that the Spring Tournament has always been great, but itâs even greater for those teams who are participating for the first time.
Teams such as the Karasuno High School Volleyball team.
A twelve member volleyball team from the Miyagi prefecture. For the past few years, Karasuno has fallen from their powerhouse status, but it seems that has all changed. Because now, here they are competing in the Spring Tournament for the first time in years.
Their methods of offense and defense were amazing to watch. It was almost too beautiful to describe but then again the concept is all the same: just keep the ball in play.Â
â(Y/N)-san!âÂ
The third-year manager tore her gaze away from the orange court to meet with the familiar brown eyes of Miya Atsumu, the second-year setter of their volleyball team.Â
âHey Atsumu.â She greeted the popular setter with a smile before scanning the area around them. âWhereâs Osamu?â
âThat scrub is probably stuffing his face.â He huffed as he stood next to her. His eyes peered down at the active court. âWhat are you even doing here?â
(Y/N) followed his gaze and smiled. âJust want to check out the competition. Iâm curious as to who our next opponent will be.â
âWhoâs playing?â
âTsubakihara Academy and Karasuno High.â
Atsumu furrowed his brow at the mention of the latter school. Heâs sure that Goody-Two Shoes setter came from there.Â
âAre they any good?â
He waited for her answer but when he didnât receive one, the twin looked at her. Usually the older girl always had an answer for his questions, however silly the questions were. It was something Atsumu liked about (Y/N). No matter what silly antics he, his twin, and the rest of the volleyball team partook in, (Y/N) was always there to keep them in check. It was something Aran and Kita, her best friends, valued her for and the coach couldnât agree more.Â
Of course, there were times she played along with their shenanigans. It was why she got along so well with everyone on the team. As a manager, the girl knew there were times to be serious but also to just enjoy the moments with the best team she ever had. Even the annoying moments of Suna and the Miya twins prying into her non-existent love life. Take the conversation she had with them from last week.
Flashback
âYou rejected another guy, (Y/N)-senpai.â Osamu commented as he ate his lunch. âHow many is that now?â
His twin answered for her. âIâm pretty sure that makes him Unlucky Schmuck #5. But that guy didnât even have a chance.â
âOh?â (Y/N) stopped taking her notes and decided to indulge in the conversation. âAnd whyâs that? Kenjiâs a nice guy.â
âEasy because heâs boring. You donât want to date a boring guy, do you?â
âThe most interesting thing about him is that heâs on the basketball team.â Osamu piped in, reaching over the table to get some of her chips. âHeâs not even on the starting line up.â
âHis last post was just a picture of the ocean.â Suna piped in, his eyes showed so much disinterest in Unlucky Schmuck #5âs profile account. He showed his phone to her. âSee?â
âSo? That doesnât mean heâs boring. Besides, I like the ocean. Thatâs why I liked his post.â
Suna rolled his eyes and turned off his phone. He leaned all his weight over (Y/N)âs shoulder. âThatâs because youâre nice.â
âSometimes too nice.â She grumbled as she jerked her shoulder so Suna could get off her and then slap the gray haired twinâs hand away from her chips. She looked back at Atsumu and said, âBut Iâm still waiting for the right guy to come around.â
The setter grinned. âThen quit waiting because Iâm right here.â
Osamu and Suna scoffed, which irked Atsumu. âArenât you Unlucky Schmuck #1?â
âAm not!â
âGot the video on my phone if you want to relive it again.â Suna smirked as he taunted Atsumu with a wave of his phone. The video was pure gold. No way was he going to delete it. He needed all the memories, especially embarrassing moments of the Miya twins.
âWell, Iâm glad you three are so interested in my love life but I already have my hands full dealing with you guys. I donât need a jealous boyfriend on top of your crazy fangirls. My anxiety would not be able to handle it. Besides, nationals are literally next week. â
The twins pouted in unison when the manager mentioned their fangirls.Â
âThen get a guy whoâll understand. Iâm sure thereâs someone-â
âIâm right here-!â Atsumu exclaimed but was cut short when his twin hit the back of his head and at the same time Suna kicked his foot. âQuit abusing me!â
Suna ignored him and continued on. âWhoever this schmuck is, heâs going to be the luckiest guy in Japan.â
âHe better be good at volleyball.â Atsumu grumbled, his head on the table. âThatâs all Iâm asking.â
Osamu joined his twinâs line of thinking. âPreferably from a powerhouse. The guy canât be from a weak team. And cook some good food.âÂ
(Y/N) rolled her eyes at the Miya twins. Of course, they would say something like that. She looked back at Suna and asked, âDo you have a requirement for my future significant other?â
Suna thought for a moment before answering her question. âAs long as he cares for you.â
âThanks Suna.âÂ
âBut the moment he hurts you,â Atsumu began.
âHe has to deal with everyone on the team.â Osamu finished his brotherâs sentence.
(Y/N) grinned at their protectiveness. âThanks Unlucky Schmuck #1 and #2.â
âHey!â/ âDonât call me that!â The twins exclaimed in unison causing the middle blocker and manager to laugh once more.
End of Flashback
âEarth to (L/N) (Y/N)! Can you hear me, manager? This is future champion setter, Atsumu, speaking! Talk to me!â
(Y/N) blinked and tore her eyes away from the orange court. âHuh? What did you say?â
Atsumu narrowed his eyes and leaned close to (Y/N)âs face, causing the girlâs face to heat up. She quickly stepped back and looked away from the twinâs observant gaze.Â
âWhat?â She asked him.
âWho were you looking at?â
âNo one in particular. Just Karasuno's team in general.âÂ
She answered way too quickly and they both knew it. Atsumu grinned at his senpaiâs poor attempt to lie. âSomeone caught your eye?â
âShouldnât you be practicing your sets?â
âOh no, donât you avoid my question, (Y/N). Besides, my sets are perfect.â He turned his focus on the volleyball players that were still competing below. âWhoâs the guy? Better not be that Goody-Two Shoes.â
(Y/N) furrowed her brow. âI donât know who youâre talking about.â
âKarasunoâs #9. Kageyama Tobio.â
She looked at the roster and found the person Atsumu was talking about. She then looked back at the match that was still playing.Â
âWait a minute. Is this the same Goody-Two Shoes that you met at the National training camp?â
Atsumu huffed and nodded. His eyes narrowed at the impressive set Tobio just did. âYeah, thatâs him alright. Piece of work that guy. Always setting the ball exactly how the spiker wants it. Such a Goody-Two Shoes.â
âOh my god, Atsumu. Heâs just a first year student. Give him a break.â She paused for a moment before she asked, âDid you actually call him a Goody-Two Shoes?
The Inarizaki setter was just about to answer when he saw the familiar glare on his managerâs face. âOf course not.â
âYouâre such a liar.â She scolded him as she flicked his forehead. âYou always have to psych someone out and cause trouble.â
âWhatever! Itâs not like I hurt his feelings. I was just telling him the truth. Ainât nothing wrong with that.â
Just as she was about to reply, there was the familiar sound of a volleyball being slammed to the ground. Soon after, the announcerâs voice echoed throughout the stadium. âAnd Karasunoâs ace, Azumane Asahi, just did a flawless service ace!â
(Y/N)âs eyes searched for the mentioned ace. #3. The third-year wing spiker. A guy with long brown hair styled in a bun. He looked older than the rest of the team with his tall and strong build and with the service ace earlier, Azumane has proven himself that heâs the ace of the team.
He looked intimidating, just like how Aran would like when he was on a roll. But for some reason, Karasunoâs ace, didnât scare her.Â
âItâs his smile. He has a beautiful smile.â (Y/N) thought as she watched the ace high-fived his teammates. âIt looks like heâs enjoying himself⌠Having the time of his life.â
The pair of students watched the match until it reached its conclusion with Karasuno winning the second set. Which means theyâll advance to the second round where theyâll face their own team. Tomorrowâs match: Inarizaki vs Karasuno. It will be an interesting match that would guarantee to excite the crowd.
âWell, at least we know who weâre going to beat tomorrow.â Atsumuâs eyes shimmered in excitement, knowing tomorrowâs match will be a battle between setters. He couldnât wait to prove to everyone who the better setter was. âCome on, (Y/N), letâs get out of here. The team is probably waiting for us to go out for lunch.â
âSure.âÂ
As Atsumu led the way, (Y/N) looked over her shoulder where her eyes landed on the members of Karasunoâs volleyball team cheering for joy. The aceâs smile was infectious as she felt her own lips smile as well.Â
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âHey, Atsumu. You go ahead. I want to buy another T-shirt while Iâm here. Iâll catch a bus to the hotel.â
âYou sure? I can wait-â Atsumuâs stomach decided it was the perfect moment to announce its hunger out loud.Â
(Y/N) laughed as the setter tried to cease his stomachâs rumbling. âJust go, âTsumu. Iâll be fine on my own.â
âFine! But hurry, will you? You know how âSamu gets when heâs hungry.â
The two parted ways. It always surprised her how large the crowd gets during intermission. She had to dodge and weave to avoid the hurdle of students carrying band instruments. She was successful and luckily the T-shirt stand was right there. There were so many options to consider and she was just about to make a selection when there was a sudden loud CRASH.Â
The noise caused her to stiffen in fright, she looked behind her to find someone had dropped a pair of cymbals.
âCan someone pick those up?â A girl asked her bandmates.
âI got them.â A bright-eyed boy volunteered.
(Y/N) remembered to breathe to calm her nerves as she gave the worker of the T-shirt stand a wobbly smile. âCan I have-â
âHey, you! Look out!â
While the boy meant to be helpful, everything went downhill from there. When the boy bent down to pick up the cymbals, he accidentally bumped the nearby bass drum causing it to fall out of its little wagon. The large drum began to roll away, causing the crowd to panic.Â
(Y/N) looked behind her and saw that the drum was heading right towards her. She was just about to move when she felt a warm hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the way. She watched as two guys her age, one with dark hair and the other with silver hair, stopped the drum from crashing into the T-shirt stand.Â
âA-Are you okay, miss?â A maleâs voice, deep with concern, asked her. âAre you hurt?â
âY-Yeah. Thanks for that-â (Y/N)âs ability to talk disappeared when she saw the face of her hero. It was Karasunoâs ace, Azumane Asahi.Â
And he looked even more handsome up close. She had to step back - not because she was scared of him but because she could feel her heart going into overdrive being so close to the guy she was beginning to have a crush on.
âMiss?â
âHeâs talking to you, dummy! Talk back!â
âOh, um, yeah! Thanks again.â (Y/N) gave him a smile. âYouâre Azumane, right? From Karasuno? I just watched your match. You were amazing, especially with that service ace.â
Asahiâs POV
A girl was talking to him.Â
A pretty girl. Willingly talking. To him.Â
It was enough to cause his brain to short circuit. He waited for the girl to come to her senses and realize that she was supposed to be scared of him, like how everyone else he came across. But to his surprise, the pretty girl was still talking to him. She didnât have an ounce of fear in her eyes and the gentle smile she gave him made him feel better about himself. And to make matters even better, she was giving him compliments.
And he wasnât the only one who noticed.
Daichi and Suga came up on either side of him and saw the girl. Asahi didnât have to look at them to know his friends were giving each other a knowing smile behind his back.
The two introduced themselves to the girl who in turn introduced herself.
âMy name is (L/N) (Y/N). Iâm from Inarizaki High School in HyĹgo. I came here with my team.â
âYou must be really good if you made it to Nationals.â Suga complimented.
She shook her head. âOh no. Iâm just the manager for the volleyball team. I was just telling your ace here how good your team is during your match.â
âWe were nervous at first but we managed to get through this round.â Daichi told her. âThe other team surprised us with that underhand serve.â
âReally? You manage to adapt to it very well.â
âWe couldnât have done it without this guy!â Suga slapped his hand against Asahiâs back. âWould you believe me if I told you he was single?â
âS-Suga!â He shouted in embarrassment. âW-Why w-would you say that?!â
âOh come on, Asahi,â Daichi placed his hand on his shoulder. âItâs not like heâs lying. Besides, we're all single too.â
âY-Yeah but that doesnât mean she is.â
âSorry to break the news but Iâm single just like you.âÂ
He was shocked to hear that the girl in front of him was actually single. She was breathtaking. Literally. And she was so nice to him.
âMy team thinks otherwise. They keep pushing me to have a boyfriend, but I have my hands full managing them and their crazy fangirls. A jealous boyfriend isnât something I need, you know?â
âOh, well, thatâs reasonable. Maybe you need to find someone whoâs understanding,â Suga elbowed his side. âRight, Asahi?â
âU-Um yeah?â What is Suga up to?
âItâs a good thing there are guys, like Asahi, in the world. Heâs actually quite sensitive. The only time he feels confident is when heâs on the court.â
âDaichi, what are you doing?â He whispered, the heat from his neck began to crept onto his face. Is his face red? Can she tell?
âOh, no. Look at the time. Daichi, we need to go.â Suga announced, grabbing the captainâs shoulders and pushing him in a random direction. âWe have that meeting with the coach. Right now. Remember?â
âThatâs right, Suga.â Daichi gave him a knowing smile, a smile that he knew meant trouble. âAsahi, why donât you stay here with (L/N)? Make sure sheâs safe from any more runaway instruments.â
âIt was nice meeting you two! Good luck tomorrow! Youâre going to need it. The boys of the Inarizaki team love a good challenge. Donât disappoint them.â
âRight back at you.â
He watched as his friends walked away, leaving him alone with the girl who caused his anxiety to skyrocket to a whole new level. Not even Kiyoko made him feel like this.
âYou're lucky to have such good friends, Azumane.â She told him, her voice bringing him out of his thoughts. âI bet thereâs never a dull moment when you three are together.â
He laughed as he rubbed his neck out of habit. âBeen that way since we were first years. Though the first and second years bring all the crazy.â
âI know exactly what you mean. The second years on the team love making my life crazy. I love them but sometimes they can be a bit much. Especially during Nationals. Speaking of which, is this your first time?â
âYeah. And with this being my last year, I guess I should be grateful that Iâm even here.â
He was so lost in his own world of self-deprecation that he didnât notice what she was doing. Not until her fist punched his chest. It wasnât gentle or strong, somewhere in between, but her touch didnât surprise him.Â
It was her eyes that surprised him. They seemed to shine with determination and, for some reason or another, inspire confidence. Even her voice was firm.
âDonât sell yourself short, Asahi. Your team didnât get here by chance. You all earned a spot here. You deserve to be here.â
Was it possible for a heart to beat so hard against a personâs ribs? Maybe itâs a medical condition? Because never before had he felt so anxious yet empowered. He wondered if (Y/N) could feel his heart underneath her hand.Â
âIâm not saying you should just get over yourself because we all have experienced some level of negative emotion in our lives, right? And itâs not as easy as turning a page in a book. Trust me I know. So believe me when I say this, itâs okay to express those feelings. Maybe one day, youâll find solace in someone.â
There was another feeling. He couldnât find a label for it, but he could describe it. A warm sensation that bloomed from his chest to every cell in his body the moment she said his name. Not his surname. His actual name. Asahi. His brain felt as though it had melted inside his skull. But by some miracle, he found his voice again.
âYou⌠You think so?â He asked her. âAbout me being here?â
Why was he asking her this? Just a few minutes ago, she was a stranger. She could just lie to make him feel better but he had a feeling (Y/N) wasnât like that.Â
âAre you kidding? I saw it with my own eyes.â She stepped back and mimicked a serve. The smile on her lips complimented the excitement in her eyes. âIâve seen a lot of players these past three years, all of them possessing some kind of amazing skill. But youâre⌠Special.â
âBecause Iâm the ace?â
She smiled up at him. âThatâs part of it, but if Iâm being honest here I think youâre special even without the title of ace. The match from today proved it to me and Iâm sure youâll see it soon enough.â
âSee what?â
âYour true self-worth.â
Normal POV
(Y/N) watched as Asahi mulled over her words and she hoped it gave him some confidence. While she didnât know him all too well, Asahi looked like a nice enough guy. A bit self-conscious about his abilities, but hopefully she helped him loosen the strangling roots of insecurity that surrounded him.
Why did she care so much in helping him? Well, he did save her. The least she could do is give him some encouragement. She frowned at the thought. No⌠There must be something else she could do to give her thanksâŚ
Her eyes wandered to the T-shirt stand and an idea was formed.
âHey Asahi-san, let me buy you a T-shirt. Itâs the least I could do since you saved me and all.â
âOh, you donât have to do that. Really. As long as you're okay-â
She shook her head, grabbed his hand, and led him to the T-shirt stand. âCome on, please. You can choose whatever shirt you like. Consider it a gift.â
âG-Gift?â Asahi stammered and she couldnât help but find his stammering cute. âFrom you?â
A small chuckle escaped her lips. âYes from me. It wouldnât make sense if it was someone else. Let me do this for you.â
Asahi contemplated for a moment before agreeing. The worker of the T-shirt stand, who watched their interaction the whole time, was extremely kind to them as (Y/N) picked her choice as well. Asahi stood awkwardly by, waiting for the transaction to be finished.
âYou two would make a cute couple.â The worker said, quiet enough so only she could hear. âYou should go for him.â
âYou think so?â (Y/N) asked as she discreetly peered over her shoulder to look at the guy who made her feel all warm and fuzzy.Â
âBelieve it or not,â The worker handed her the two bags, hers and Asahiâs, âBefore the whole chaos started, you already caught his eye. His two friends tried to get him to talk to you but I guess he was too nervous.â
(Y/N) smiled widely at this. Maybe he liked her too? She hoped so because the feeling was definitely mutual. Only one way to find out...
âHey, do you have a pen and paper I can use?â
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Turns out the two third-years were heading in the same direction. By some cosmic fate, Asahi and his team were staying at the inn right next to the hotel she was staying in with her own team. So during the whole bus ride there, they got to know more about each other.
Asahi learned about (Y/N)âs favorite foods, hobbies, and even her future dream of attending the university in Tokyo. He laughed at the stories she shared about the Inarizaki team members. And (Y/N) was happy to learn more about him. She learned that he was close to the libero of his team, he has taste in fashion, and that his birthday just passed four days ago.
All too soon, they reached their destination. They walked side by side until they reached the point where the path forked, one way led to her hotel while the other led to Asahiâs inn.
She turned to face him and flashed him another smile. âThanks for your company, Asahi-san. It was really nice getting to know you.â
âSame here, (Y/N)-san.â Asahi replied, his voice no longer nervous around her. âAnd thanks again for the shirt. Iâll make sure to take care of it. I want it to last for years.â
âItâs no problem. After all, you did save me.â Her fingers rubbed the plastic material of her bag out of nerves. âWell, I should get going. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
âY-Yeah, see you.âÂ
Asahiâs POV
With her back turned, there was sudden pull in his heart, as if begging for her to stay.
â(Y/N)! Wait!â
He was surprised to hear his voice sound so firm but she brought that feeling out of him. He didnât want her to leave. Not yet. He enjoyed talking to (Y/N). She was so understanding, kind, and ever so confident. Their time together felt so short but at the same time so long. Those moments with her⌠He wanted more of those moments.Â
And the moment his eyes met with her hopeful ones, he knew he had to at least try to ask for her number.
âYes, Asahi?â
Oh, god. She looked so pretty⌠He wondered if (Y/N) knew the effect she has on him. The initial confidence he had was beginning to fade, but he steeled his nerves and took a deep breath.
âI was wondering, i-if itâs okay with you, that w-we could-â
â(Y/N)-SENPAI!â A guy with blond hair called out to her.
Right next to him was another guy, identical to the first only with silver hair, yelled, âWEâRE WAITING FOR YOU! IâM STARVING!â
âWHAT âSAMU SAID!â
âThey must be the Miya twins.â He thought.
(Y/N) sighed before answering back, âGive me a minute!â She turned back and offered him a sheepish look. âSorry about that Asahi. What were you saying?â
Over her shoulder, he saw the Miya twins frowning at him all the while staring daggers in his direction. His confidence, the little bit he had in supply, disappeared into thin air. He stammered out a reply, âNever mind. U-Um⌠Get a good nightâs sleep. T-Take care of yourself.â
(Y/N)âs smile melted. Was that disappointment in her eyes? But she quickly recovered and offered him a bittersweet smile, âOh, um, thanks Asahi. Good luck tomorrow.â
âBye.â
âBye.â She turned around and began to make her way to the twins when stopped in her tracks. âOh, and Asahi-san?â
âYeah?â He felt his heart hitch up to his throat when they made eye contact once again. Her eyes were a lovely shade of (E/C) filled with warmth and kindness.Â
âDonât be so hard on yourself the next few days. Remember what I said. Your team is lucky to have you as their ace. So do your best tomorrow. Iâm sure youâll do great.��� She glanced down at the plastic bag containing the shirt she bought for him. âI hope you like the shirt. Consider it a birthday gift from me.â
And with that, the girl he developed to have feelings for walked away, but not before she gave one last smile that made his heart expand three times its size.Â
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âAsahi! Youâre back!â Nishinoyaâs loud voice echoed throughout the room where Karasuno's team was staying. âIs what Daichi and Suga are saying true? You met a girl?!â
Tanaka joined in his friendâs interrogation. âYeah, Asahi! Daichi didnât want to say anything but Suga said you saved her life!â
âWas she pretty?â
âWhat school does she go to?â
âWhat was she like?â
âWhatâs her name?â
âWe need details!â The two second-years yelled out in unison. Their eyes shimmering in excitement as they waited for answers.Â
âUh, w-wellâŚâ
âAlright, thatâs enough you two.â Daichi grabbed their shirt collars and pulled them back. âGive Asahi a break. Heâs had an eventful day.â
âYeah, come on, Asahi, let's get you a drink from the vending machine.â Suga offered, his hand already pushing him out of the room.
âIâm not thirsty-â
âYes, you are.â Suga interrupted. âOur treat. Well, Daichiâs treat since heâs buying.â
The trio of third-years walked downstairs and true to Sugaâs words, Daichi bought them a round of their favorite drink.
âOkay, spill! Donât leave out a single detail. I want to know everything.â Suga pressed, just as Nishinoya and Tanaka were a few minutes ago.
âSuga, calm down.â Daichi told him. âYou're worse than Nishinoya and Tanaka combined.â
âOh, come on, Daichi,â Suga complained. âYou want to know just as badly as I do.âÂ
âOk, fine.â The captain admitted before turning to the ace. âSo how did it go with (Y/N)?â
âDetails.â Suga reminded him.Â
So he told his friends everything that happened when they left them alone. How she raised his spirits, believing in his self-worth as an ace. How her words inspired him. How she made him feel nervous one moment and confident the next. How she bought him a new shirt as a gift.
âShe sounds awesome for you, Asahi.â Suga complimented. âAnd if I remember correctly, doesnât she fit your description of your ideal dream girl?â
âI mean- Yeah. Sheâs great but-â
Daichi interrupted him. âBut what, Asahi? You're both single and youâre definitely interested in each other.â
âHow do you know that? I mean she did say she wasnât looking for a boyfriend.â
âShe said she didnât need a jealous boyfriend.â Daichi reminded him. âYouâre the most sensitive guy I know.â
âIs that a compliment?â
âThis time it is.â
âSeriously, Asahi,â Suga placed his hand on his shoulder. âWhy do you think I highlighted your star qualities? You take other peopleâs feelings into account. She helped build your confidence. And you just told us, how you had a great time talking to her where it sounds like she did too. Youâre literally perfect for each other.â
âYou think so?â He asked, sounding hopeful. âI do like her. Do you think she likes me?â
âDude, she wasnât scared of you, she held down a meaningful conversation with you, and she even bought you a shirt.â Suga listed, his grin growing by the minute. â(Y/N) likes you.â
The small flame of hope in his heart, fueled by his friendsâ words, began to burn brightly. He couldnât wait to see her again. Even if sheâll be on the sidelines on the opposing teamâs side, heâll still be happy.
âSo what will you do next, ace?â Daichi asked, crossing his arms. Suga did the same thing as they waited for a response. âWill you let this opportunity slip away?â
âNo way.â
His friends grinned, happy to see their glass-hearted friend sound so confident.
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It was nightfall. Everyone took a rain check and turned in early, knowing that the next day will be just as hard as the first. The only person not asleep was him. He volunteered to shower last as it gave him the chance to relive the afternoon.
How was he going to talk to her tomorrow? Will she want him to talk to her? His team is playing against hers tomorrow⌠If they win tomorrow, will she be angry and ignore him?Â
Shaking his head at the thought, he finished his nightly routine. He decided to wear the shirt (Y/N) bought for him. He grabbed the bag and unfolded the shirt. Carefully as if it was woven by the most precious fabric in the world. In his mind, the T-shirt was a treasure given to him by an angel.
For some reason, he recalled (Y/N)âs words, âSo believe me when I say this, itâs okay to express those feelings. Maybe one day, youâll find solace in someone.â
He hoped she believed that to be true because he might have found that someone.Â
The sound of paper falling caught his attention. At first he thought it was just the discarded T-shirt tags, when his eyes landed on a simple piece of folded notebook paper in the sink. He picked it up, unfolded it, and his heart stopped for the third time? Fourth? Maybe fifth?
In clean and elegant handwriting, the note displayed:
I hope this isnât weird of me to do this, but I didnât want to lose this chance. So this is me making the first move because while I try to play it cool, you make me nervous. (Hard to believe, right?) Anyways, this is my number: XXX-XXX-XXXX.Â
We can just talk if you want. You seem like a cool guy and I still want to get to know you. If you donât, Iâll understand. Anyways, Iâll cut this note short. Good luck tomorrow! Donât hold back against Inarizaki.Â
P.S: I hope your friends were telling the truth earlier.
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Normal POV
(Y/N) ditched her cards the moment she heard her phone let out a small ding, signaling a new message.
âHey, you canât just do that in the middle of the game!â Atsumuâs voice called out.
She ignored him as she jumped on her bed and grabbed her phone. Her heart was racing as she quickly unlocked her phone, but then it expanded at the sight of the message that read:
Hey, it's Asahi. Is this (Y/N)-san?
Her face broke into a wide smile. Her thumbs danced over the keyboard as she typed out a reply:
Asahi! Yeah, itâs me. Iâm glad you found my note.
She watched as the three dots appeared, signaling that Asahi was typing. God, he has no idea the effect he has on her.
It was a nice surprise. A bit of a shock, but itâs very much welcomed. The shirt fits by the way. I think itâs my new favorite.Â
Another message appeared after the first and she felt every atom in her body seemed to explode after reading it.
By the way, my friends were telling the truth. I canât wait to see you tomorrow.
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This was the first page of a story where two individuals found solace in one another.
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GUYS THANK YOU!!
Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes! I really appreciate it! This motivates me to write more about our favorite Haikyu characters. Iâm currently writing another one for Asahi (He needs more love, I swear).
Speaking of Asahi, my favorite ace of all time, look what happened to me:
Iâve been trying to collect these Haikyu bag clips/keychains that are like $7 each but stopped due to college. So yesterday, against my better judgment, I grabbed three of them. Of course, you canât tell which character youâre getting until you opened it. So you can imagine the amount of doubt I had at the checkout station. It made me so anxious. Even the cashier lady noticed my anxiety đ
and after paying she told me good luck.
My hands were shaking so bad that I couldnât open the plastic.
First was Nishinoya! Me:đ
Second was Daichi! Me:âşď¸
At that point, I was already so happy that I got two different ones because my little sister was giving me more anxiety by asking, âWhat if you got two of the same ones?â/ âWhat if you get Kenma again?â/ âWhat if you donât get Asahi?â
So when I opened it, the first thing I saw was a hair bun and I just knew. I screamed and took little Asahi out of its package. Heâs so cute!!! His uniform, his smile, his eyes, his hair, etc.
Like literally my emotions were all over the place. I went from: đŤŁđ to đ¤ŻđĽšđđđĽ°đđŤ .
I was so happy. I couldnât believe my luck. Even my sister couldnât believe it.
Now I have 6/11 of the available Haikyu characters. All I need is Suga, Tanaka, Tsukishimi, Hinata, and Kuroo.
Iâve never been one to take a chance and gamble like this but Iâm so glad I did because I got what I wanted.
Sorry for the rambling but Iâm just so happy and I wanted to share this so here we are.
Again thanks for the likes on my posts. The next post will be about Asahi, I promise!
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Precious Memories- Bokuto x fem! Reader
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Summary: As another school year came to an end, (Y/N) reminisces the moment where she became best friends with Bokuto and how he opened her eyes to the world of volleyball.
Word Count: 3.9K
Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF!! I COULDNâT HELP MYSELF LOL
A/N: My first Haikyu x reader fic. Iâm an Asahi girl but my sister practically begged for this. She loves Bokuto so much so I decided why not. Hope you enjoy reading! Gif belongs to @reallysaltykouâÂ
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â(Y/N)-CHAN!â Bokutoâs happy-go-lucky voice echoed in the gym as he ran up to her. The volleyball-loving boy wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. âWe finished our second year! Isnât that great?â
Leave it to her best friend Bokuto to put a smile on her face. He was always a beam of positivity ever since they were first years. She couldnât believe that two years had passed by already.
(Y/N) hugged Bokuto back and laughed when he twirled her around in his arms. âIt is. I canât believe weâre going to be in our third year! Oh, by the way, did you get your yearbook?â
âYep! A lot of people signed it but I made sure to save a spot for my best friend. You guys did a great job! This yearbook is so awesome!â
The girl smiled. âGlad you liked it, Kotaro, but you and the volleyball team made it awesome. You guys made it to Nationals after all. Itâs why I was able to convince the yearbook editor to let me add a couple of extra pages to show the teamâs success in making it to Nationals.â
âReally?! No wonder! Youâre so awesome!â Bokuto looked over his shoulder. âHey, Akaashi! Look! (Y/N) is here!â
Akaashi Keiji. A first-year (now going into his second year) that made up their little trio. Though he was a year younger than her and Bokuto, the calm and composed setter easily found his rhythm in the group.
Because before he came, no one on the volleyball team was able to keep up with Bokutoâs energy and as a result the silver-haired male would often beg her to make sets. At first, (Y/N) refused but when she saw his âemo modeâ coming she crumbled at the sight.
So she was forever grateful that someone like Akaashi came into her and Bokutoâs lives. At the very least she can count on Akaashi to be there for Bokuto. He already has the hang of dealing with Bokutoâs mood swings and mentally compiling a list of the aceâs weaknesses.
âHello (Y/N)-senpai.â The setter greeted her.
âAkaashi, how are you? Bokuto isnât pushing you too hard, is he?â
â(Y/N)!â Bokuto squawked. âI would never!â
Akaashi couldnât help but smirk a little. âIâm doing well, thank you. Also congratulations on finishing your second year.â
âAh, thanks and congrats on being a first-year in Nationals. I made sure to mention that fact in the yearbook.â
âReally?â The setter didnât have the time to review the yearbook so this took him by surprise. âYou didnât have to.â
(Y/N) shook her head. âOf course I do. Your skills were amazing. Arenât they, Bokuto?â
Bokuto nodded. âYour sets are the best, Akaashi. My spikes were so easy to make! The other team didnât have a chance!â
âSee?â She brought her yearbook out and showed him the page dedicated to the boys volleyball team. âI made sure to get good shots of you and Bokuto together.â
After signing each otherâs yearbook, the boys continued to look at the yearbook and offered their praises. While she accepted their compliments with a smile, (Y/N) couldnât help but recall the time she first met the ace for the first time.
Flashback
Freshly enrolled at Fukurodani Academy, a first-year (Y/N) immediately applied to become a member of the photography club from which she learned that members of the photography club are also in charge of the yearbook. It wasnât long when the yearbook editor gave her first assignment:
Shadowing the Fukurodaniâs Boys Volleyball Team.
At the time, (Y/N) didnât realize how desirable her spot was until many of her senpais offered their congratulations and her fellow classmates expressed how âluckyâ she was to get this assignment. Why was she âluckyâ? Obviously, she played the sport back in middle school as part of PE class. She knew the basics. So why? What was so special about volleyball? It was just a game.
That all changed when (Y/N) went to her first official game. Never had she clicked the shutter button so many times before. She lost count on the amount of times she went from anxious to excited throughout the three sets against another Tokyo powerhouse school. Of course, she wanted her school to win. She had pride after all.
It wasnât until her hopes of winning were dashed when a third-year regular injured himself at the final set. Oh well⌠Better luck next time. She focused her camera lens on the person who was subbing in. She didnât have to look at the roster to recognize him.
Bokuto Kotaro
He was a first-year just like her, not in the same class as her but she had to be completely oblivious to the loud, overly friendly, and playful guy who can go from happy one minute to a sad boy in the next.
(Y/N) zoomed her camera to focus on him and she was taken aback by the lack of nervousness on his face. Instead, his golden eyes shined with excitement with a wide smile to match.
For some reason she couldnât explain, (Y/N) decided this next shot was the one. No, thatâs not right. She knew why. The momentum, the atmosphere, the tension, the hunger for victory⌠Everything was riding on Bokuto to make the point to secure their win.
She had to capture this moment!
At the sound of the whistle, (Y/N) wasted no time in pressing the shutter button repeatedly, hoping that one of these photos could work. With one last click from her camera, she watched the course of the volleyball with new found anticipation.
She squeezed her camera as the opponent pulled off a shaky receive. She bit her lip as the other teamâs setter set the ball for their teamâs ace. She refrained herself from letting out an excited squeal when Fukurodani was able to soft block it.
From the middle blockerâs block, the libero pulled off a receive. From the liberoâs receive, the setter was able to set.
âLEFT! LEFT!â
By muscle memory, (Y/N) brought her camera into the perfect position just in time to capture this moment. Her finger pressed the shutter button at the same time Bokutoâs hand slammed the ball with brute force. The volleyball bounced off the hardwood floor of the gym before soaring into the audience. For about five seconds, the gym was void of any sound until-
âALRIGHT!â Bokuto raised both of his fists into the air. His smile was even wider than before. âHEY! HEY! HEY!â
The audience cheered with him. The sounds of applause and whistles filled the air along with the praises from the Fukurodani players directed to the person who secured victory.
With one last click of her camera, (Y/N) smiled at the scene before her. Bokuto looked so happy amongst his teammates. It wasnât until a gentle nudge on her arm brought her out of her trance. (Y/N) looked up to see her senpai that accompanied her to the match.
The older girl held out a tissue. âYou're crying, (Y/N)-san.â
âI am?â True enough, there were tears slowly escaping from the corner of her eyes. How long were those tears there? How did she not notice? A bit embarrassed, (Y/N) accepted the tissue. âThank you senpai.â
âHow do you like volleyball now?â The third-year asked her underclassman, knowing she wasnât a huge fan of the sport. âAny change of opinion?â
(Y/N) fiddled with her cameraâs neck strap. She took a quick peek at Fukurodaniâs players, specifically Bokuto, before answering, âI thinkâŚâ
The upperclassman strained her ears to hear the shy girlâs answer.
(Y/N) smiled genuinely. âI think I can get into it.â
The glint in her (E/C) showed determination only strengthened her answer and honestly it was a relief for the older girl. She can pass on the torch into (Y/N)âs hands knowing the girl will do her best to capture these moments. The senpai smiled down at her kohai. She remembered the first time going to a volleyball match. Sheâll never forget this feeling and she hoped that (Y/N) wouldnât either. This was her last year documenting the volleyball team, but it was only the beginning for (Y/N).
âRemember this, (Y/N)-san.â
âYes, senpai?â
âNever let these moments be forgotten because one day these photographs may become something precious to someone.â
âHai.â
âAlright. Letâs go. Iâll treat you to some ramen!â
As they were leaving the gym, (Y/N) inspected all of her pictures and stopped at a particular one. It was of Bokuto during his jump serve. She smiled once more as she replayed the memory.
Maybe volleyball wasnât just a game. Maybe she was lucky after all.
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The next day was a normal school day at Fukurodani Academy. It was lunch time and (Y/N) was waiting for a certain silver-haired individual to be left alone. However, that wasnât going to be the case. Ever since he scored the winning point, his popularity soared to greater heights and as a result he was surrounded by his friends and new admirers.
(Y/N) held her portfolio folder tighter. She printed the pictures from yesterdayâs game and she thought it was only right for Bokuto to see them before anyone else. Obviously, in private. She would be so embarrassed if everyone saw her photos at once⌠Which, of course, didnât make sense. Photos are meant to be looked at. She was just not confident enough. What if he didnât like them? What if he calls her photos trash? Oh, god. What if he doesnât like having his picture take-
âHey, hey, hey! Youâre the camera girl, right?â
The girl jumped when she saw the Kotaro Bokuto right next to her. His gray blazer was unbuttoned, his white collared shirt was completely untucked, and his blue/white striped tie was loosely tied. (Y/N) wondered if this was intentional or if he just didnât care about the schoolâs dress code. She could only imagine the former.
âOh, um, yeah. I'm camera girl?â She bowed and introduced herself. âMy name is (L/N) (Y/N). Iâm in Class 1-5. Itâs nice to meet you.â
Bokuto could mentally hear his mother and older sisters telling him that he has to act properly with a girl. âBokuto Kotaro. Nice to meet you too, (L/N)-chan. So did you get some great shots yesterday?â
âI did,â (Y/N) caressed her folder with her thumb and softly smiled as she felt excitement course through her veins. âI never thought volleyball could get so exciting.â
This of course brought the boyâs attention. âAre you serious?!â
(Y/N) faltered a bit at his sudden loudness. She wasnât used to his extrovert personality and the proof was evident when everyone in the hallway carried on as normal, ignoring the two first-years.
âPlease tell me that it was your first time watching a volleyball match!â
âUh⌠No?â (Y/N) averted her gaze to the ground. âIâve seen volleyball on TV but it never really caught my interest. I usually change the channel when itâs on. Never really liked it during middle school eitherâŚâ
It was as if each word that came out of her mouth was a dagger and each dagger was perfectly aimed at his heart. He could feel his hair deflate as he pouted deeper and deeper. He wanted to cry. Hide in a small, dark area where no one would find him and cry.
(Y/N) looked back at the boy in front of her and she could feel her heart fall from her chest to her stomach. This must be Bokutoâs âemo modeâ she heard so much about.
âB-Bokuto-san? Please donât be sad.â
âI canât,â His voice sounded so hollow and his eyes lost their shine. âWhat you just said was the saddest thing Iâve ever heard.â
Not wanting to create a scene, (Y/N)âs mind raced to find a solution. âI have some grilled meat left from my bento, you can have it if you want-â
Bokuto visibly perked up at the girlâs offer. âGrilled meat? My favorite!â
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âSo,â Bokuto finished eating the last piece of delicious grilled meat and stared at the girl in front of him. They opted to sit in her classroom where it was less occupied. âWhy do you hate volleyball?â
âHuh?â (Y/N) furrowed her brows at his question. âI never said I hated it.â
âBut you did!â
She was sure -100% positive- that she never used the word hate and she was just about to point it out when a thought popped into her mind. What if -for Bokuto- the words âhateâ and ânever likedâ meant the same thing to him? So does that mean her ânormalâ and his ânormalâ were completely different? Most likely.
âYou know maybe thatâs for the best.â
âHuh?â Bokuto tilted his head in confusion.
(Y/N) swallowed nervously before placing her portfolio folder on the desk in front of Bokuto. This was it. Heâs going to see her work for the first time. With a bit of courage, (Y/N) opened up both literally (as she opened her folder) and figuratively (as this was the start of her friendship with the extrovert).
âI didnât understand what the hype over volleyball was all about.â Bokuto opened his mouth, ready to defend his beloved sport so (Y/N) quickly continued, âBut you changed that.â
âI have?â
(Y/N) nodded excitedly and flipped the pages of her portfolio before stopping at the one picture of the boy himself successfully completing a jump serve.
âIs thatâŚâ Bokuto couldnât even finish his sentence. He was rendered speechless by the image.
âThat was the moment,â (Y/N) gazed at the image with such admiration that she no longer felt nervous about sharing her work. âYou helped me realize that volleyball isnât just a game but a battle on the court. The momentum was crazy!â
Bokuto grinned at her words. âI know, right?! What did you think about my serve?â
No longer feeling shy, (Y/N) scooted to the edge of her seat. The smile on her face could match Bokutoâs. âThat was amazing! I thought it was game over when your teammate injured himself but you came in andâŚand⌠I donât know. Breathed new life into the game, I guess. Itâs hard to explain-â
âNo, no, no. I know exactly what you're talking about. Itâs the best thing about volleyball. Anything can happen in a split second. When I was subbed in, I felt all eyes on me.â
âWerenât you nervous?â
âOf course not! It was my chance to prove to everyone Iâm here. Thatâs what Coach Yamiji told me. He told me I was the teamâs secret weapon and the other team never expected me to be so awesome. Now, I have a chance to be in the starting line-up in the next match!â Bokuto looked back at the picture of himself, his heart beating rapidly with happiness. âI want to become the best ace this school has ever had!â
(Y/N) felt goosebumps on her skin at Bokutoâs declaration. Was this what confidence does to a person? Could she ever gain such confidence in her skills like Bokuto is with volleyball?
âThis is an awesome picture! And this one! That one, too!â Bokutoâs grin never faltered as he flipped through her portfolio. âWow, you even got me spiking the winning point! Youâre amazing!â
Her (E/C) eyes filled with hope. âY-You like them?â
âLike them? I LOVE THEM!â Bokutoâs confession could be heard from the hallway, causing some students to peer into the classroom. âIâve never had my picture professionally taken before.â
âP-Professional?â (Y/N) could feel the heat rise from her neck to her face. âTh-Theyâre not that good, Bokuto-san. I still have a lot to learn.â
Bokuto wasnât having it. âWhat are you talking about? These are great! Be more confident in yourself, (L/N)-chan.â
(Y/N) watched as he continued to marvel at her work and she couldnât help the warm feeling of pride blossom within her. While Bokuto insisted her pictures were top-tier, (Y/N) knew that there was more she had to learn, but for now, sheâll take Bokutoâs words to heart.
âAlright. Then please call me by my first name.â She extended her hand towards him. âI look forward to working with you, future ace. I canât wait for what you do next.â
Bokuto grinned at her confidence. With both hands, the male shook the girlâs entire arm. âIâll do my best, (Y/N)-chan. Just you watch. When I become the ace, you're going to be in love with volleyball and it will be thanks to me! Bokuto Kotaro! Hey! Hey! Hey!â
The girl laughed. âWhen you become the ace, my camera and I will be there.â
Bokuto beamed once more. âCall me Kotaro. I have a feeling weâre going to be best friends.â
âI think so too!â
End of Flashback
(Y/N) chuckled softly at her core memory. Bokuto has kept his word ever since then and in return she has as well. Countless memories were shared between them and even more when Akaashi joined the group.
She was there to celebrate every win. She was there to mourn every loss but during those rare moments (Y/N) has watched Bokuto pick himself up and continue to play his heart out in the next match.
Of course, along the way, (Y/N) has met with other great people from other schools. She never thought she would get the chance to meet the people that make up a powerhouse team. There was Kuroo from Nekoma, Ushijima and Tendo from Shiratorizawa, and even Sakusa from Itachiyama. Along with the rest of their respective teams, it was no wonder they were contenders in the Spring Tournament.
But for some reason, the silver-haired boy was just an inch above the rest. Biased or not, it was Bokuto that introduced her to volleyball and (Y/N) would always be grateful for that.
âI canât wait for next year!â Bokutoâs loud voice brought her back to reality. âItâs going to be so awesome!â With one hand over her shoulder and the other over Akaashiâs, âLetâs practice my cross shots!â
Both her and Akaashi looked at each other and laughed. Bokuto tilted his head to one side, confused as to why his best friends were laughing. Nonetheless, he laughed with them too.
âAlright,â (Y/N) smiled at her friends. âBut first letâs take a picture.â
As (Y/N) took out her phone and Bokuto marveled at the various filters and stickers, Akaashi took a moment to analyze. He knew his seniors were close but he always wondered if there was a possibility that the two could be something more than just friends. And he wasnât the only one who thought that either -the volleyball team, the managers, even the coaches- all watched from the sidelines whenever Bokuto and (Y/N) interacted with one another, hoping to see a confession.
It was the classic best friends-falling-for-another-but-theyâre-both-oblivious scenario and everyone wants to know the ending. Theyâve seen how the two of you are to each other. There were so many example to choose from, such as:
If there was an upcoming math test, (Y/N) would give out her notes to help Bokuto out. She would even spend the night at his place to make sure the lessons stuck, making a great impression on his family at the same time.
Bokuto would gladly volunteer to be (Y/N)âs muse in any of her projects, no matter the projectâs purpose.
As mentioned before, (Y/N) would help set the ball for the ace but she would put her foot down if HOURS have gone by, stating that resting is just as important. She would later treat Bokuto to his favorite meal afterwards.
Before Akaashi, (Y/N) was the only person to bring Bokuto out of his âemo modeâ. The team knew this early on.
Washio, Sarukai, Konoha, Komi, etc.: Come on Bokuto. It was just a practice match. Donât beat yourself up.
Bokuto: *pouts and hugs his knees tighter as he hides between the gym mats* I canât. I was terrible.
Managers: We need (Y/N).
Coach: Someone go get (Y/N)!
Ten minutes later, â¨(Y/N) the savior⨠arrived.
(Y/N): Kotaro, please donât be sad. Itâs called a practice match for a reason. Please donât beat yourself up. I know you. This isnât going to stop you from becoming a great ace. We all believe in you.
Bokuto: *visibly perks up, eyes bright, and smiling brightly* Youâre right! I will be a great ace. Hey, hey, hey!
And just like that, Bokuto was back to normal.
Washio, Sarukai, Konoha, Komi, etc.: We said the same thing and now he gets hyped up. Whatâs up with that?
Managers: Donât question it. Itâs different when he hears it from (Y/N).
After that, it was declared that (Y/N) was a member of the volleyball team. Position: Hype-woman.
Bokuto met her parents on an unplanned visit. Her parents were wary of him at first but that soon changed when they noticed how their usual reserved daughter grew more confident. From then on, they welcomed Bokuto.
Every away game the team has to take a bus and surprise surprise Bokuto claimed the seat next to (Y/N). The two of them would play games, tell childhood stories, take silly pictures or just share funny memes on social media. Itâs late on the way back home. No one had any trouble sleeping. Akaashi was the first to wake up when the bus finally arrived at its destination. He was just about to wake everyone when he saw a rare sight: a sleeping Bokuto and (Y/N). Her head on his shoulder with his jacket covering her body while Bokutoâs head rested on her own. Akaashi quietly took out his phone and took a picture. And while the jacket covered (Y/N) like a blanket, Akaashi had a sneaking suspicion that the two were holding hands as they slept.
Akaashi would save the picture until he finds the right moment to share it -either graduation or whenever the two finally become a couple. He hoped for the latter.
When the team made it to Nationals, after hugging his team with pride, Bokuto immediately looked for (Y/N) amongst the various photographers in the gym. He easily found her and ran up to her with great speed before hugging her tightly. Neither one of them noticed how the cheers from the Fukurodani audience section grew louder.
âAkaashi!â (Y/N) waved him over, her phone in her hand. âCome on, weâre waiting for you!â
âAh, sorry.â
âWhat were you thinking about Akaashi?â Bokuto asked.
âOh, just some memories.â
(Y/N) gave him an understanding smile. At the same time, the words of her senpai from two years ago ran once more in her mind. âNever let these moments be forgotten because one day these photographs may become something precious to someone.â
âWell, letâs capture this memory while we can.â
âOh! Let me take the picture. Please, (Y/N)? I wonât disappoint you.â
âYou could never disappoint me, Bokuto.â
Bokuto felt his heart skip a beat at her words. Was he getting warm? He felt warm. Oh, he was in the gym. Thatâs the only reason, right?
With (Y/N) in between the volleyball players, she brought her arms over each of their shoulders. âOk, smile everybody! Nationals on three! OneâŚâ
Akaashi made a peace sign with his hand. Mentally, he prayed to any god up there. That next year was the year a confession will happen. âTwoâŚâ
âThree!â
âNATIONALS!â
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And thatâs a wrap! Let me know what you think! Next fic will definitely be about the ace-with-the-glass-heart Asahi!!!!
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I need more Asahi x Reader content!!
I love him so much!! He deserves so much love đ he is just like the best boi ever. Heâs my favorite ace!!
Look at him! Heâs so cute and great in every version!!
Anime:
Manga:
His friendship with Nishinoya is just â¨GOALSâ¨
I also love his character development!! As a person who also struggles with anxiety, it makes me so emotional to see him grow more confident to the point where he was able to trust in himself.
All in all, Asahi Azumane deserves so much love!!
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