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[closed for lempereur] A Rush of Adrenaline

Since Yusuke had expressed an interest in seeing him play, and because he'd been kind enough to share his studio with him, Asahi extends an invitation for Yusuke to attend their next official volleyball game. He's nervous about having someone he knows in the stands, but Asahi also knows that once he's on the court, it'll be a lot easier to forget his surroundings and focus on the match. He can't let his teammates down, after all, and he especially can't disappoint his date.

His date. God, Asahi never imagined he'd be bringing a boy to his games, that someone would want to be there for him, cheering him on. Meeting Yusuke feels like a dream come true, or even a miracle.

Fortunately, the match goes well. Asahi is able to lose his nerves, and keep his head in the game even when things aren't going in Karasuno's favor. And when they are, he's at his peak performance, warmed up from the game and getting better, his spikes getting stronger, faster, and harder to block.

When his team wins, a few people crowd around him to celebrate, thumping his back (and, in Nishinoya's case, happily leaping onto his shoulders), but Asahi still takes a moment to turn to the stands. He makes eye contact with Yusuke and beams triumphantly, without a hint of his usual shyness.

The team heads down to the locker room to get clean and change out of their sweaty clothes. Asahi plans on meeting Yusuke once he's done, and hopefully he has enough time for them to go on another date.

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[The smile and wave he gets from Yusuke mean everything to Asahi, and he carries that rush of warmth along with the elation from winning the match down to the locker room with him, prepared to be very quick about freshening up so that he doesn't keep his date waiting. His date.

At first he doesn't notice when the clamor in the locker room changes from celebration to confusion, but when Tanaka shouts at some kind of intruder, it makes him look up from his belongings. Asahi sees Yusuke before Yusuke sees him, and he's surprised, but also kind of delighted.]

Yusuke-san! [He calls out, walking around one of the low benches to approach him.] What are you doing here? [It's said with a smile, so clearly Asahi is not upset to see him.]

[ The confusion is justified, given Yusuke's tendency to stare. Purely for aesthetic appreciation, of course, given that his real desire is focused elsewhere. His eyes linger a second too long on a shirtless guy he thinks is the captain, before he's brought back by Asahi's voice, calling to him from across the locker room. His face lights up, suddenly entirely uninterested in anyone else, and he pushes his way past everyone else to get to him. ]

Asahi-san!

[ He squeezes Asahi's (quite muscular) arms, standing arguably too close, looking up at him with stars in his eyes, like no one else is in the crowded, humid, BO-smelling room. ]

You were incredible. I've never seen anything like it. You were so powerful out there. So confident! Congratulations.

[Was Yusuke just staring at Daichi's back...? Asahi sort of hopes not. Though really, even that can't entirely penetrate the bubble of relief and joy at Karasuno's latest win, or at seeing that bright look on Yusuke's face.

When Yusuke comes into his space, touches him, Asahi's hands move on their own to hold his waist. He'd love to hug him, but it isn't lost on Asahi that he's soaked in his own sweat. Yusuke's such an elegant guy, he'd probably hate that!

But god, that look in his eyes. He's so happy, caught up in the same rush that Asahi's in, clearly. It makes all the adrenaline buzz through his veins like he's back on the court again.]

Thank you. So you had fun? You didn't mind watching? It went on so long, that last set-

[Beneath the buzz, his muscles are tired. He's going to crash very hard later. Right now, he just wants to use the energy he has left to pull Yusuke closer. He's only holding back for the other boy's sake.]

I was happy to see you there.

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[ He was...but only because Daichi was stretching just so, and there are fewer available models than there were back home. His attention is single-mindedly on Asahi the moment he comes into view, and once his hands are on his waist, that touch becomes the whole world. No background murmuring reaches his ears, no other young, athletic body catches his eye. He slips into the loose embrace effortlessly, arms slinging around Asahi's neck. He can feel the damp sweat on his nape, but it doesn't bother him any. ]

It only means I got to watch you longer. But you must be exhausted. I'm impressed you're still standing.

[Asahi doesn't hold it against him, since he's certainly had more than his fair share of distraction over various other players' bodies.

But none of them are Yusuke, looking up at him with... adoration. Touching him, even though he's far from his freshest. It feels so good, the hands locked around the back of his neck. Asahi can't help but pull Yusuke a little closer. He laughs at the other's very apt comment.]

It's the adrenaline. Once it wears off, I probably won't be able to move. I'm sorry in advance.

[ This feels more intimate than a celebratory victory embrace. It's closer, it's lingering, there's heat between them...or humidity from the showers. Yusuke twirls a sweat-damp strand of Asahi's hair that's come loose around his finger, smiling. Secretly, he can relate to that feeling of being wiped out on adrenaline, despite never being part of any sport in his life. It's nice, he thinks, that Asahi can catch that feeling without putting himself in danger. He's happy to see it. ]

Well, if you're going to kiss me, you should do it before you fall over.

[The way Yusuke winds Asahi's hair around his finger, it feels like his whole body is being pulled along with it. How can anyone be so endearing, so wonderful, so kind and sweet and... perfect?

Perhaps under normal circumstances, he'd balk at such an open display of affection being done in front of his whole team. But right now, Asahi's transfixed by Yusuke, and riding the high of their win. The cheeky, flirtatious teasing is exactly the kind that makes his heart race, and his smile softens.

Shyly, he leans in closer to Yusuke, and plants a firm but brief kiss on his lips.]

[ He has a lot of lost flirtation time to make up for. Texting for a week is all well and good, but Yusuke can come across as too formal, overly-serious even in a context like that. It's so much easier to communicate the longing, the urgency he feels with a look, a touch, a kiss.

Asahi's lips are warm and soft and set Yusuke ablaze. He knows, rationally, that it's just skin touching skin, but it feels like something magical is happening, a tingle vibrating down his spine that couldn't possibly be caused by just a pair of gentle lips and firm hands holding his waist. He's so wrapped up in it that it feels like it lasts longer than it does, clouding his head for a good moment after so he doesn't register any background whooping or suggestions that they get a room. When they separate, and Yusuke realizes he just had his first kiss in a sweaty boy's locker room of a school he doesn't even go to, he flushes deeper than he ever has, but keeps his adoring gaze fixed on Asahi. ]

I should let you get dressed. We can do something relaxing later, if you're tired.

[ He's entirely unaware that could be taken the wrong way, even standing in a room full of hormonal teenage boys. ]

Unless you'll be celebrating with the team.

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[Asahi feels the same electricity coarse through his veins when they kiss. He gasps softly as he pulls away, the overwhelming sensation of butterflies in his stomach making him breathless, and smiles at the sight of Yusuke's flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

As he regains his breath, Asahi becomes aware of the heckling of his teammates. He blushes fiercely, and knows there will be hell to pay, metaphorically, for kissing a boy in their locker room without them even knowing he's been seeing someone. When he chances a glance at Suga, he can already see the mischievous sparkle in his eye.

Yusuke's talking to him, though, so he'll worry about that later.]

That's fine! [Asahi says quickly. Yes, the team normally celebrates together, but Yusuke came all this way to see him. And Asahi doesn't want to see him go so soon.

He'd invite him to the team's celebration, except then they'd both be getting teased. Possibly interrogated, in Yusuke's case.]

We can go get something to eat? My treat, this time.

[ Reluctantly, Yusuke pulls his hands back from their comfortable spot on the back of Asahi's neck. He wipes the sweat off on the athlete's jersey, an excuse to touch his chest more than anything. Reality is setting back in, the sights and sounds of their surroundings coming back, the realization that his date just cast a sideways glance at one of the other boys...interesting.

He's not quite ready to step away. ]

If you're sure...I don't want them to be upset with you.

[ Being teased doesn't cross his mind as something to be concerned about. If he has no ill intentions, there's no question he should be afraid of. But it's Asahi's big win, so whatever he wants, Yusuke will oblige. ]

[Asahi furrows his brow, a bit thrown off by the idea that the team would be upset. But then again Yusuke doesn't know them, so that's probably a valid concern. It just reminds Asahi to be grateful for the teammates he has.

He reaches for one of Yusuke's hands, gives it a gentle squeeze.]

No one will be upset, I'm sure. Please go with me?

[ Please go with him. As if Yusuke's company is worth pleading for. The idea is ridiculous, but Asahi sounds so sure, he can't help but feel light and happy for it, like the athlete's reached into his chest and tickled his heart with his own fingers. ]

Yes, of course.

[ Yusuke's voice, usually deep and calm, is quiet, like the breath has been snatched out of him. He finally takes his eyes off Asahi - some of the other boys are gawking or smirking, some have lost interest in the scene they've made and are undressing and hitting the showers. Don't look. ]

I'll wait outside for you.

[Something inside of Asahi relaxes when Yusuke agrees to join him. He nods when the other boy says he'll wait for him outside. At then he's much less likely to be interrogated by Asahi's protective teammates.]

Okay. I'll be quick! [He promises, not wanting to keep Yusuke waiting too long anyways.]

[ Yusuke nods, and leaves to wait outside the locker room, only peeking at one butt on the way out. He does feel a little guilty for tearing him away from his teammates - the Phantom Thieves always celebrated together after a successful mission - but that feeling doesn't last long, taken over by the excitement of getting more time with him face to face. He leans casually against a wall next to the locker room entrance, pulling out his phone to check his messages. And his hair.

If the locker room is quieter than usual, it's because there are people missing. Some of the more rambunctious types have decided to follow Yusuke out instead.

Who are you, exactly? (My name is Yusuke Kitagawa.)

And what are you doing with our ace? (We've been seeing each other for a couple weeks now. I came to support him by watching him play. The two of you played well, too.)

Don't suck up to us! How come we've never seen you around? (I don't go to school here, I attend Shiratorizawa, in--)

You WHAT?

Better dry your hair quick, Asahi. ]

[Asahi has no intentions of dragging this out. Though he does find himself wishing he weren't so fond of wearing his hair long, considering it takes that much extra time to wash it in addition to his body. But he's as quick as can be about it, and leaves the locker room a brief seven minutes after Yusuke does, still a little damp from his shower, but in a fresh white shirt and black track pants.

He's very surprised to get outside and find Yusuke surrounded, Nishinoya on one side and Tanaka on the other. They very much have their intimidation faces on, and Asahi finds himself getting a little defensive.]

What's going on here? Have you showered yet? Daichi will be mad if you keep Coach waiting.

['Asahi-san! Did you know that he goes to Shiratorizawa?']

What? [Asahi blinks, caught off guard. He looks over at Yusuke, piecing this information together with everything else he knows about him. But ultimately-] Why does it matter?

[He gives his underclassmen an uncharacteristically sharp look. But they don't heed it, and start talking about 'spies' and 'using him'. Asahi's look only gets darker.]

Yusuke-san isn't a spy. [He insists, reaching for his hand and holding it firmly. Drawing a line in the sand.] You two should go freshen up. We're heading out.

[And gently, Asahi tugs on Yusuke's hand. A wordless 'Let's go.']

I'm so, so sorry about them. What did they say to you?

[ Yusuke's into guys with long hair. Keep it. ]

A spy...?

[ A spy for what? For who? He has nothing but affection for Asahi, but he's normal. An ordinary guy, in the grand scheme of things, why would anyone care what he was up to enough to send a spy?

Confused, he turns and bows slightly to the other two boys as a farewell before Asahi pulls him away. ]

Nothing, really. They were just curious, since you hadn't told them about me. [ Not that Yusuke would expect him to. It's still early, they haven't labeled anything, they hadn't even kissed until fifteen minutes ago. ] I would hope that my friends would have questions, if a stranger walked into our hideout and kissed me.

[ Weird, though. He has no idea what they were talking about towards the end, there. Yusuke loops his arm through Asahi's, more contact, and it slows him down. ]

Please, don't be upset. I'm fine.

Well, they could have been more polite about it. [Asahi insists, still feeling a little bit of frustration towards his underclassmen.] What if they'd made you uncomfortable... and you didn't want to be with me anymore?

[Which feels silly to say out loud, but also, Yusuke could decide Asahi isn't worth it, or something. This whole... relationship? Feels so tentative. And that's scary.]

I'm happy you're not upset. Especially with that 'spy' stuff...

Asahi. It will take a lot more than that to scare me away.

[ Please. As if a couple of well-meaning but overbearing friends would get in the way of Yusuke chasing what he wants. He squeezes Asahi's arm tighter, hoping it's reassuring. ]

Do you know what they mean by that? Why would anyone want to spy on you?

[It is reassuring, and Asahi smiles softly down at him.]

That's good. I still want to get to know you better.

[When Yusuke asks why they're even worried about that, it gives Asahi pause.]

Well, you go to Shiratorizawa, right? It's the biggest volleyball school in the prefecture... so if we want to get to Nationals, we're probably going to have to play against them in the qualifying tournament. And they're going to be hard to beat. But I really don't think they see us as a threat, so they definitely wouldn't be trying to spy on us...

[He scrubs thoughtfully at his jaw.]

Anyways, I promised you food. Do you have a preference what we eat?

[ Yusuke likes his smile. He likes it even more now, still carrying the post-victory glow, with the fresh scent of shampoo coming off his still-damp hair. So this is Asahi in his element. ]

How paranoid. [ He can't help but say it with a chuckle. ] Well, I must confess, I had no interest in volleyball until you came along. Certainly not enough to become a spy for a team I'm not apart of. My interest in you is completely pure.

[ Hopefully, Asahi already knows that, but it can't hurt to say it out loud. ]

I'm still new to the area...I want to go to your favorite place.

I thought so, but it's always nice to hear you say that. [Asahi jokes, pleased that Tanaka and Nishinoya's antics haven't alienated Yusuke. And now he knows something new about him; namely, where he goes to school. He can almost imagine Yusuke in their uniform, which is very western styled and chic. Though Yusuke probably looks good in anything...

He reaches for Yusuke hand, and threads their fingers together.]

Do you like ramen? That's my favorite, so we could go there.

I love ramen. That sounds wonderful

[ Yusuke accepts his hand, leaning affectionately against Asahi's arm. His knit sweater is far from the school uniform he'd usually be wearing, but it's soft and billowy, wafting the intentional scent of incense and jasmine flowers, and the unintentional one of oil paints.

Honestly, he misses the uniforms at Kosei, his school in Tokyo. Clean and classic, navy blue on black. It looked better on him. ]

I'll tell my friends about you too, then. It's only fair.

[ It's easy to omit things, when he's so far from home and keeping in touch through a group chat. Speaking of...he uses his free hand to take his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it. ]

We should take a picture.

Good! [Asahi says, grinning. He feels really good about this date. Fresh off the high of a volleyball win, and now with Yusuke leaning against his arm? It couldn't be a better day if he planned it.]

You don't have to tell your friends, if you don't want to. Not that I mind... I just. Don't feel like you have to, I guess?

[Although it would make him happy. It'd make things feel a bit more... real. Like Yusuke wants to stay with him.

Though wanting to take a picture together does have a similar effect on Asahi.]

A-ah, okay. [He agrees, smiling shyly for the camera.]

I want to.

[ Yusuke turns to Asahi and runs his hand quickly through his date's hair, fixing a bit that's sticking up. There's a temptation to just grab onto it and pull him in for another kiss, but he manages to resist. Just barely.

Looking into the camera, he adjusts himself as well, fixing his collar, his hair. He fusses over it more than he needs to, but when they're both smiling and the shutter clicks, they look cute together. Happy, slightly flushed and standing cheek to cheek. ]

What do you think?

[Asahi gasps softly, a little surprised by the fingers in his hair, but they feel so nice. And when he looks again at the phone screen, he can see his hair lying flatter, more nicely.]

Ah, thank you. [Asahi murmurs, as Yusuke fusses with his own clothes. And then he takes the picture, and it looks so... cute. Asahi grins.]

I like it. Can you send it to me?

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