Puppy Love
Author's note: I have lost control of my life. It's ruined. All thanks to Haikyuu and my friend Lindsay. I owed her, so I said I'd watch three episodes with her…..that turned into watching the entire first season in a day. Then we watched the second season the next Saturday and it went downhill from there. I have a Tanaka Ryunosuke figure and I have his uniform (to wear) in my amazon wish list.
Puppy Love will be a collection of one shots about random team members. Be warned, it's probably gonna be a lot of Asanoya and Daisuga. Don't except anything long. They will be short one shots. Mostly fluff, maybe some nsfw. It depends on my mood. I do not own Haikyuu.
Chapter One
Sugar
Asanoya
A cool breeze wafted into the room. It wasn't strong, but it was enough to cause the paper trapped in the math text book to flutter. The radio was playing on low, not wanting to disturb everyone else in the house. Everything in his room was neat and orderly, everything was in its home—nothing disturbed.
Noya went to Asahi's after the game. The ace had taken a pretty nice spike in the shoulder and the tiny player wanted to make sure he was alright. They had taken turns in the shower, Asahi first so he could make them something to eat. Noya's hair laid flat against his forehead, taking on a whole new appearance. As down to earth the libero player looked, he was simmering with energy from the team's win—ready to implode.
The two had returned to his room to relax. They sat on his bed, ignoring their school work. They talked about the game, the improvements that the team needed and how well the team worked together.
As the day's events began to leave their bodies their talk began to dissipate. Asahi watched as Noya slowly fell asleep. He slid his hand on top of his friend's and ran his thumb over the libero's knuckles. Noya's head fell against Asahi's shoulder, already fast asleep with a little drool stringing from the corner of his mouth.
As if it was his turn to watch over him, Asahi watched as he slept. Staring down lovingly at the exhausted player. The ace buried the side of his face in Noya's hair, breathing in the scent of cherry blossom and soap. Asahi's eyes started to feel itchy with exhaustion, the lids began to slowly shut. Asahi's hand remained over Noya's, until the defensive player locked their fingers.
Author's note: I promise there will be more. But they will be short.