[closed for lempereur] A Rush of Adrenaline

[azuhi]

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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[azuhi]

[He only meant for the kiss to be soft and quick, but the urgency of Yusuke's response keeps Asahi from moving away. It's not as if it's a bother, having to kiss Yusuke; on the contrary, it feels amazing to be lost in the sensation of kissing his boyfriend, the heat of Yusuke's body, the trust in the arm around him holding him close.

Asahi inhales sharply through his nose and tilts his face so that the kiss is closer, more. There's no doubt how much he is attracted to Yusuke, how much he likes him.]

[lempereur]

[ A needy little whine escapes from Yusuke's throat, muffled against the other boy's lips. He has to just keep kissing him or be overwhelmed with the realization of the depth of his feelings. His kisses are soft and sweet, not getting too intense, but lingering in the bubble of intimacy. He's reminding himself that Asahi is here with him, that he's choosing to be with him and support him. It's not intended to go anywhere more risqué, but he is eighteen and full of hormones. If his boyfriend were looking for a little more, he'd be willing. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi really has no qualms with the kissing. Yusuke's lips feel so good against his own, and endless source of pleasure that he keeps going back for with zeal. It's not like Yusuke isn't doing the same, so it must be okay. They both want this so much...

His hands find Yusuke's hips, hold tightly there. Thumb brushing over the waistband of his pants.]

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke's breath catches when he feels Asahi's hand on his waist, his fingers playing at the band, a soft request for permission. It's not like he isn't expecting it, or even like he doesn't want it...but he needs to take a breath. His head hasn't had time to catch up with his heart yet. His hand lays on top of Asahi's, gentle, but firm enough to keep him from going any further. He doesn't think the other will push it, but it's best to be clear. The artist pulls away, just enough to catch Asahi's eyes. ]

I love you.

[ It's a whisper, as if it were a secret that shouldn't travel any further than Asahi's ears. It is and isn't - he could shout it from the rooftops without remorse, as long as Asahi accepts it. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi's hand had gravitated to that spot naturally, settling where it felt good and right to be, but when Yusuke puts a firm hand on top of his, he can tell he's being dissuaded and moves his hand on to the mattress instead.

He's scared that he's overstepped a boundary, and there's an apology on his tongue but Yusuke beats him to it. He inhales sharply, gaze fixed on Yusuke's.]

I. [How does he respond to this??? Is he ready to say it back? If he's not, what does he say?

The look in Yusuke's eyes is so raw, so earnest. Asahi wants to protect him, to hold him, to be with him.

That's love, right?]

I love you too. [He murmurs back, voice a little shaky. Nervous.]

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke clocks the nervousness pretty easily. He hasn't even given Asahi time to process the first bomb he dropped on him, the horrible story about his mother and Madarame and most of the horrible things he's been through, the trauma Asahi will have to navigate just to be with him, and now he's telling him that he loves him. Of course he loves him. He wouldn't have bothered to tell him all that if he didn't, and risk being seen differently by someone whose attention he's been living for.

It's the truth, and he's as sure of that as a 3rd year who's never felt like this can possibly be, but maybe the truth is too much. Too much, too fast, too heavy of a burden to put on him at once. It's only been a handful of weeks...which have been wonderful, but that's not very long. In the time it takes Asahi to recalibrate, Yusuke doesn't even breathe, he doesn't do anything but watch and await his response. ]

You do?

[ It's an expression of thrilled disbelief instead of a question. Asahi wouldn't say it if it weren't true. ]

[azuhi]

[The response makes Asahi blink. Hopefully Yusuke isn't surprised because he doesn't believe him...

He carefully nods.]

You're really important to me. So much. And I love being with you, no matter what we're doing, so... yes.

[lempereur]

[ He believes him. He's not sure that he's worthy of it, or that he's earned the love of anyone, much less someone as special as Asahi. but who is he to argue, with happiness dangling right in front of him, daring him to reach out? All that's left to do is seal it with a kiss. ]