"Wait, Asahi?"
Asahi glanced over his shoulder before pulling the doors to the Karasuno gym shut and fitting the key into the lock. Nishinoya stood behind him in the half-light of the gym, still in his sport clothes with his hands behind his back, looking up through his eyelashes smiling slightly, sweat still sticky and slick against his skin from practice which glistened under the light illuminating from the main school building.
"Would you serve some balls for me?"
It was an innocent enough request from Noya; he wanted to practice his diving further, even after the scheduled training with the volleyball team was over. He wanted to improve, to take the team to nationals. Asahi shivered, with anything but innocent thoughts running through his head.
There, in the half-light, Noya looked something short of alluring. Asahi's face heated, winded by Noya's captivating presence, his chest tight and his mouth dry- unable to respond comprehensively to the now forgotten question.
But Noya was straight and Asahi knew that. To know Noya would never feel the same, to know Asahi would never be able to thread his fingers though his hair at the base of his neck, or press his lips to his pearl skin on the underside of his jaw, or to trail his fingers down his spine, over his thighs, to kiss him until his lips are swollen and cherry red, to bury his nose into Noya's collar bone and be intoxicated by his familiar scent, triggered the familiar gnawing feeling of heartache within Asahi.
Being around him slowly became unbearable. So there, in the half-light, Asahi resolved to remember the way Noya looked in the cool October air, because even if Noya didn't return his stupid feelings, the memory of him would be enough.
a/n: basically Asahi is smitten by Noya but is too shy to ever say anything in fear that he'll make noya uncomfortable , so he'll settle for the memory of Noya lookin pretty. Sorry for a 2 am shitty non-context drabble