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Asahi's a sweating, shaking mess.
There you are, with your hair in its typical design but slightly messy after a rushed day of school, watching him with an almost motherly patience as he desperately tries to control himself and get his message across. Behind his back, he's awkwardly hiding a teddy bear ("it'll make her love you" Nishinoya had urged) and his natural self-consciousness can't help but tell him that most of the students meddling around the corridor are probably just managing to hide their sniggers.
This was a really bad idea.
Why did he think he'd be able to ask you to prom? After all, in his eyes- you're far above his league with your incredible artwork and impressively kind nature. And who is he but a thug lookalike who can't even offer his name when a new teacher asks? You've probably already received a dozen invitations anyway, and he's heard multiple boys mumbling nervously how much they wished they had enough confidence to do so; maybe you've rejected them all and will do his because you've got someone you're waiting to ask you anyway.
"So, Asahi," he has no clue how and why you know his name but he forces himself to focus on the gentle lull of your voice instead, "what did you stop me here for?"
Are you mad? Irked? Aggravatingly but also worryingly enough, he can't tell. Instead, he knows he has to put forward the proposal before he loses you completely to some after school club that the only reason he's not attending is because Nishinoya promised he'd have his back.
"I-I... was w-wondering-"
"Take a deep breath, close your eyes momentarily, and then continue talking but without the stutter. It's okay, I swear, I don't bite."
A friendly, caring, grim slips between your lips and he doubts any amount of self control could prevent the roseate from spreading onto his cheeks. Easily describable as a sight for sore eyes, its existence is more than enough to calm his mind down- even though his heart is somehow managing to aggressively (supernaturally) beatbox in its container.
"Would-you-like-to-go-to-prom-with-me?"
The sentence comes out as one ragged breath, and he curses himself mentally but is also partly relieved that the question is out. Now, he can face the rejection he's bound to be offered- the moment is over and he can wander alone to volleyball where Sugawara will hopefully have a small box of tissues on hand and kind words of support.
"Sorry, I didn't quite understand."
Asahi rarely swears, he's not the kind of guy to do so, but a certain curse word is bright red in his mind the second your words and perplexed facial expression are registered. He has to say it again. He's that much of a failure.
"Would-you," he forces his throat into a deep breath, "like-to-go-to," another gasp for oxygen, "prom-with-me?"
It's done, surely you must have heard now.
"Oh, I see," you chuckle as one hand tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "silly of me not to have heard the first time. I'd love to."
"Sorry for botheri- what?"
Erupting into a larger smile than before, you repeat patiently, "I'd love to."
Asahi could have cried out of happiness in that moment.
He removes the beige bear from where it has been hiding all this time, and places it into your unsuspecting hands- blushing ever the more. Somewhere in the background the ace believes he can here an ecstatic cheer of "who's the man? My man Asahi is the man!" from a hyper Nishinoya who should have been at training, but he ignores it for the moment. The matter of fact is that he's done it, and even more surprising than that- he did not receive a negative response. Self confidence is boosted into his system like a drug that will be continuously renewed as long as he is in your sweet presence, he's never felt more proud and brave and special and loved.
The day confirms it, his heart is completely and utterly yours.
There you are, with your hair in its typical design but slightly messy after a rushed day of school, watching him with an almost motherly patience as he desperately tries to control himself and get his message across. Behind his back, he's awkwardly hiding a teddy bear ("it'll make her love you" Nishinoya had urged) and his natural self-consciousness can't help but tell him that most of the students meddling around the corridor are probably just managing to hide their sniggers.
This was a really bad idea.
Why did he think he'd be able to ask you to prom? After all, in his eyes- you're far above his league with your incredible artwork and impressively kind nature. And who is he but a thug lookalike who can't even offer his name when a new teacher asks? You've probably already received a dozen invitations anyway, and he's heard multiple boys mumbling nervously how much they wished they had enough confidence to do so; maybe you've rejected them all and will do his because you've got someone you're waiting to ask you anyway.
"So, Asahi," he has no clue how and why you know his name but he forces himself to focus on the gentle lull of your voice instead, "what did you stop me here for?"
Are you mad? Irked? Aggravatingly but also worryingly enough, he can't tell. Instead, he knows he has to put forward the proposal before he loses you completely to some after school club that the only reason he's not attending is because Nishinoya promised he'd have his back.
"I-I... was w-wondering-"
"Take a deep breath, close your eyes momentarily, and then continue talking but without the stutter. It's okay, I swear, I don't bite."
A friendly, caring, grim slips between your lips and he doubts any amount of self control could prevent the roseate from spreading onto his cheeks. Easily describable as a sight for sore eyes, its existence is more than enough to calm his mind down- even though his heart is somehow managing to aggressively (supernaturally) beatbox in its container.
"Would-you-like-to-go-to-prom-with-me?"
The sentence comes out as one ragged breath, and he curses himself mentally but is also partly relieved that the question is out. Now, he can face the rejection he's bound to be offered- the moment is over and he can wander alone to volleyball where Sugawara will hopefully have a small box of tissues on hand and kind words of support.
"Sorry, I didn't quite understand."
Asahi rarely swears, he's not the kind of guy to do so, but a certain curse word is bright red in his mind the second your words and perplexed facial expression are registered. He has to say it again. He's that much of a failure.
"Would-you," he forces his throat into a deep breath, "like-to-go-to," another gasp for oxygen, "prom-with-me?"
It's done, surely you must have heard now.
"Oh, I see," you chuckle as one hand tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "silly of me not to have heard the first time. I'd love to."
"Sorry for botheri- what?"
Erupting into a larger smile than before, you repeat patiently, "I'd love to."
Asahi could have cried out of happiness in that moment.
He removes the beige bear from where it has been hiding all this time, and places it into your unsuspecting hands- blushing ever the more. Somewhere in the background the ace believes he can here an ecstatic cheer of "who's the man? My man Asahi is the man!" from a hyper Nishinoya who should have been at training, but he ignores it for the moment. The matter of fact is that he's done it, and even more surprising than that- he did not receive a negative response. Self confidence is boosted into his system like a drug that will be continuously renewed as long as he is in your sweet presence, he's never felt more proud and brave and special and loved.
The day confirms it, his heart is completely and utterly yours.
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