Notes: Who is ready to jump this to an M rating? ME! This series is going so quickly! Episode 18 was just a blast, both these beautiful boys were amazing! (GO THE ACE) But yeah smut ahead so enjoy. Much thanks


Kyoto had an entirely different feel about it then Tokyo. It was certainly as busy, but the air felt cleaner and the regardless of the strange chill of the season, the air still lingered heavy in the atmosphere. Walking down the busy Sunday streets, Nishinoya stared wide eyed as the shops and store front passed by in a quick flurries of footsteps. Moving further and further away from the college and the residence apartments, the small boy followed his nose down into the city, searching out a snack or something to munch before dinner.

Pausing at a small side street as he passed a takoyaki shop, Nishinoya stepped off the busy footpath and into the small alley. Struggling under a weight of boxes and staggering out from the side of an open van, he watched an old man cursed as he dropped the top box of his stack.

"Need a hand?" Walking down the small street with a helpful smile on his face, Nishinoya picked up the fallen item. Nodding happily, the older man dropped the level of his handful taking the box Nishinoya offered.

"Thank you very much."

"Not a problem." Eyeing off the remaining stack of boxes in the back of the van, Nishinoya called out after the older gentleman as he entered through a side door just up the alley. "Would you like a hand bringing these inside?" Stepping out from the small side door, the same happy smile on his features, the grey haired man nodded eagerly.

"It'd be greatly appreciated, thank you."

Piling up boxes by the armful, Nishinoya waited for the man to finish his own stack before following him inside. Stepping beyond the threshold, Nishinoya blinked as his eyes adjusted to the difference in light, and was careful not to fall up a flight of stairs he walked on until they arrived at a storage room. Piling his boxes into a corner, Nishinoya dashed down stairs to retrieve the remaining packages. Finishing his chore with ease he was pulled up by the elderly gentleman at the bottom of the stairs.

"It's rare to find such helpful young people these days. Again thank you very much. You hungry?" Grinning, Nishinoya nodded, peering around the stairs and down the hall towards the light at the front of the store, illuminating the dark hall. "You like takoyaki?"

"Oh hell yeah." Coughing as he caught his cussing in the presences of a senior citizen, Nishinoya was pleased with the pat on the back he received rather then a scolding.

"Good good, come on youngster, there's plenty to be had. I like your shirt by the way." Glancing over his shoulder at the black and white text, Nishinoya grinned in thanks.

One Challenge At A Time.

"So do you live around here?" Awatia asked as he passed Nishinoya a cold can of soda. Fanning his mouth as he crammed scolding hot takoyaki inside, Nishinoya managed to shake his head. The old man had introduced himself as Awatia Shinrigi, owner of Tia Takoyaki and a fan of Nishinoya's motivational shirts.

"It's my first time in Kyoto, I live in Miyagi, but my friend studies down here." Sitting opposite the small man, Awatia poured himself a cup of tea.

"Just visiting eh? Do you like it?" Picking his teeth with a toothpick as he cracked open his can, Nishinoya nodded.

"It's nicer then Tokyo, that's for sure." He paused, eyeing off another takoyaki, "I think I'll be coming back a lot more in the future." Sipping his tea and spearing a takoyaki, the grey haired elder nodded slowly.

"You like it that much eh? Miyagi is a long trip." Struggling to hold back his blush, Nishinoya shrugged.

"It's pretty long but my friend lives here so I'm going to try and visit as much as I can."

"Finished school?" If the old man had noticed his red cheeks, he didn't let on. Instead he waved at one of the cooks, signalling for more takoyaki.

"A couple of weeks ago yeah."

"Want a job?" Choking on his soda, Nishinoya felt the bubbles fizzle up and into his nose as he must have misheard Awatia's question.

"Do I want a-"

"Job yes. Or are you going to college?"

Closing his mouth with a sharp click, Nishinoya thought over his reply, picking at the freshly served prawn takoyaki as he did.

"I wasn't clever enough for college. But I have a job lined up." Sitting back in his chair with a small sigh, Awatia nodded sadly.

"As expected, hard work like yours is sure to be picked up. But are you sure? You can have the apartment above the shop? My son used to live there but he's moved in with his wife now. The rent is cheap and the work is good." Smiling hopefully as he sweetened the deal, Nishinoya almost blurted out a quick yes.

Working in Kyoto with Asahi just around the corner sounded like a dream come true. Much better then the hour long train rides for the both of them up and back every weekend. And that was if Nishinoya didn't end up working on the weekends. Coach would probably want him to work when he left for the games and tournaments with the team.

"I'd have to think about it." Coughing behind his hand and drinking deeply from his can, Nishinoya put on a confident face. "I am very thankful for the offer Awatia-san. But I'd have to think things over first." Finishing off the final takoyaki, Awatia grinned.

"That's a wise head on your shoulders boy. Have a think about it, call your folk, talk it over with your woman, your future boss. Then come back and tell me you want the job." Laughing at his tenacious Nishinoya grinned.

"You'll have my answer by the end of the week."

Plastic bag swinging from his arm, Nishinoya had little to no problem getting back to the dorms. One wrong turn and a short cut later he found his way back to the station and then onto the residence building. Walking up the stairs with a swing in his step, Nishinoya knocked on Asahi 's door and waited for his friend to answer.

"I got a job offer." Blinking in surprise as he ushered Nishinoya into the room, Asahi sat back on the bed, confused.

"You got a job offer, like to work here?"

"Yup." Passing Asahi the plastic bag, Nishinoya stole the office chair and swung himself around in fast, little circles. "At a takoyaki place around the corner. Plus a place to live. It was nice, kind of small. But not as small as this, furnished and with a big window over looking the street. It was kind of cool." Watching Asahi tear open his container of takoyaki with a smile, he awaited his friend's opinion.

"You going to take it?" Shrugging, Nishinoya became serious all of a sudden.

"I don't know, maybe." He'd wanted to say yes, desperately. Especially after Awatia had shown him the small apartment above and explained his duties and wages. It was about what he was expecting to have to do at the Foothills Store. But this was in Kyoto, away from there and with Asahi .

He would have been lying if he'd said that hadn't been a motivating factor. Of course it was, he wanted to be with Asahi so bad and if the last couple of days had proven anything it was that they were still as compatible and in love as before.

Looking up from his dinner, Asahi had missed Nishinoya's bright, pointed stare by mere seconds.

"What do you want to do?" Why did his voice sounded so scared? Coughing, he looked around for something to drink as the hot takoyaki burnt his tongue. "This is about you after all." Shrugging, Nishinoya fiddled with one of the folders on the desk, unsure how to reply.

"I want to take it." He said finally, taking a deep breath, "I really want to." But he was scared to take that dive, to make that commitment in case Asahi left him again. But he'd come back and Nishinoya had followed him, all the way back to Kyoto, where they had a real chance together. "I'll have to think about it." Taking the easy way out, Nishinoya rocked his head back against the chair's headrest. "I have a week to think about it."

Humming, Asahi jumped as a knock resounded from his door. Frowning Nishinoya sat back quietly as the tall boy stood and cautiously peered around the door.

"Azumane?"

"Yes?" Stepping back and pulling the door open wide, Asahi looked down confused at the thin man before him. He'd met him once before at the orientation at the start of the year, but generally he had no reason to contact his RA, so the visit was certainly unexpected.

"Guests are expected to report to the RA and to rent a futon." Glancing past Asahi 's tall frame to glare at Nishinoya sitting at the desk, the thin boy huffed. "What have you been sleeping together?" Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Asahi felt the tender heat of the love bites around the back of his neck flare up as he become more anxious and flustered.

"And so what if we were?"

Suddenly Nishinoya was by his side, tucked under his arm with eyes blazing bright in challenge. Laughing humourless the RA tisked.

"We don't fags around here."

"I beg your motherfucking pardon?" Nishinoya was glaring now, his eyes locked to his target, ready to pounce. Taking a step back at the threat and shaking his head with a nasty scowl, the thin boy turned on his heel.

"Fine, sleep with your psycho little queer if you want to. But any noise out of either of you and I am calling the cops. Oh and his bill for staying will be added to your end of semester fee, futon or not. Enjoy your gross, sinful activities and your eternity in hell."

Watching the RA stride down the hall with the final world, Asahi acted on reflex to grab Nishinoya by the collar and yank him back inside as he tensed to chase after the bully man.

"What the fuck was that?" Holding his head in his hands and groaning in frustration, Nishinoya looked searchingly at Asahi . "Have they always treated you like that? Is this why you like coming home so much, because people say things like that." He needed something to kick, something to punch and bite. A volleyball would be handy right about now, something he could force all his anger into and to spike it through that fucking loser's window.

"Not really." Sitting on the bed, his hands clasped calmly behind him, Asahi kept his head low. "I mean beyond all the whispers and rumours and all that. They're just a bunch of spoiled kids, they don't know what they're talking about." Shaking his head, Nishinoya bit his lips, hard enough to almost draw blood.

"And I'm a country bumpkin, on all accounts I should be less tolerable." Except he wasn't. His parents had always told him to do what made him happy, the coach and the team said the same. Asahi made him happy and he'd followed that path to the happy results they were reaping now.

"They just don't know." Ceasing his aggressive pacing up and down the small length of the room, Nishinoya stopped and looked at his Asahi .

Soft, brown eyes were now filled with tears, running down his face and dripping from his chin and onto his shirt.

"That's no excuse." It was hard to keep his voice calm and level as he came to sit beside his friend, pulling him into a loose hug. Running his hands up and down Asahi 's trembling frame, Nishinoya offered his shoulder to the crying giant. "It's alright Asahi ." Rubbing circles over his back, Nishinoya shushed him gently, feeling the damp, drip of tears on his neck. "Don't cry, it's not manly." Laughing a little, the tall man sniffed loudly, biting his lip in an attempt to stop his tears.

"I'm trying."

Patting his head with sure, soft strokes, Nishinoya tipped his chin up and wiped at his cheeks.

"It's alright, hey now. Really, settle down." It was hard getting Asahi to settle in situations like this. On the court it was something Daichi had beat out of him, but the minute he stepped off that court, he'd crumbled. Tears and shakes would last the entire bus ride home. Suga was the best at times like this, patting the tall boy on the back with reassuring words and smiles. Nishinoya had usually ignored him, it hurt him to see he's friend so torn and tearful. But by the end of the trip, red faced and eyes puffy Asahi would apologise to everyone and everyone would laugh.

It was hard now, Suga wasn't here and there was little he could do but keep the giant's gaze and console him the best he could.

"Fuck what he says, it's fine. You're fine, you're better then fine." He was struggle with his words, Asahi tear stained face making him fumble. "You're perfect."

The world slowed down, Nishinoya's hand moved down his face and settled firmly on his shoulders. He wouldn't have pulled away, couldn't have, not when Nishinoya was so close and moving closer. He was going to kiss him. Would it feel the same as the last time? Passionate and fierce after the heat and victory of battle.

No, this time it was different. This time Nishinoya took his time, searching Asahi 's face for any signs of hesitation before diving in. It was the slightest touch. Asahi 's lips were warm and damp with tears, but it was enough for Nishinoya to want more. Kissing him again, harder this time, Nishinoya gripped his shoulders tighter, pulling his team mate closer and angling in for a deeper kiss. One couldn't really practice kissing without a partner, and he could tell he was doing a sloppy job. But it felt good and from the push back from Asahi , the other boy was enjoying it as well.

Pulling back breathless, cheeks flushed and hands shaking, Nishinoya smiled at his tall friend, overjoyed by the look of euphoria on Asahi 's face.

"Was that okay?" He didn't sound at all manly, timid and unsure at best, but Asahi 's smile did everything to settle his frayed nerves.

"Again." Grinning as he leant in for another kiss, Not felt the slide of Asahi 's hand coming up his back and wrapping around his neck. The twist of his body was uncomfortable, especially as Asahi went to pull him close.

"Wait a second." Licking his lips and feeling the tingle from some soft swelling, Nishinoya sat up off the bed. Kneeling over Asahi lap, he was careful as he brought his knees down firmly each side of his thighs. Grinning wildly at his friend's worried look, Nishinoya touched his nose with a quick kiss. "Better?"

Wiggling around in his seat, his heart racing at Nishinoya's proximity, Asahi swallowed thickly and nodded. The feel of Nishinoya's lips on his was a reward he'd desired for almost a year, a bond that would bring them impossibly closer and break down all barriers that had been holding them back. Looking down between their bodies Asahi wrapped his arms Nishinoya's waist, pulling him forward until they were connected at the hip. Looking up with a shy smile, the tall boy caught the gleam in Nishinoya's eye as they met for another kiss. His copper brown eyes were bright like cinnamon and and brandy, lit up by desire and heat, he could almost get lost in their glow, especially when they were glazed over at the tiny, subtlest thrust of his hips.

Shivering as the sensation rocketed through him, Nishinoya lost his breath as the soft hint of a tongue was touched to his lips. Asahi was never this bold and yet through his tears and anxiety, he was showing off a knowledge far more superior to Nishinoya's.

"You've done this before?" Blinking in surprise, Asahi shook his head shrugging awkwardly.

"Only with you." Narrowing his eyes as he rose up on his knees, Nishinoya fiddled with Asahi 's hair tie, tugging until it was free.

"Then why are you so good at this?" Shrugging, Asahi felt his ears burn as Nishinoya ran his fingers through his hair, letting it fall down gently around his shoulders.

"I'm not." Disagreeing with him felt like too much effort, instead Nishinoya opted for a more physically form of disagreement. Bending his head, Nishinoya flicked his tongue out and trailed wet little paths down Asahi neck as he had the night before. Tipping his head back with a quiet moan, the spiker shivered, his hands settling on Nishinoya's hips, steady himself and the small body atop him.

Breathing deeply, the smaller man licked his lips, nibbling over his friend's pulse. Pulling back, Nishinoya ghosted a kiss over Asahi 's trembling lips, gentle and barely there. It was teasing, sensual and without a doubt the biggest turn on the tall boy had ever experienced. Goosebumps flared across his skin as Nishinoya took his mouth harder, tongue licking and lapping at his lips until he opened up with a moan. Nishinoya tasted good, like dark chocolate and soda, he almost laughed at the comparison but could think of no other way to describe it. The lib tasted like an overload of sugar, addictive and rushing through his blood fast enough to give him a headache.

The light headedness granted was probably more likely due to his pounding hard on then anything. His pants were becoming way too tight and with Nishinoya sitting so close, the small man was only one slip away from a very embarrassing situation. Kissing his way down his lips, over his cheeks and down to his neck, Nishinoya was struggling to keep his head clear and focused on the task at hand. Tasting more of Asahi skin, and to mark more of that soft, tan skin a bright red.

But it wasn't enough when, not when Asahi was all needy and mewing in his ear, with large hands gripping tighter still on his hips hard enough to leave bruises. His cock was uncomfortably hard, if it kept on like this for any longer he'd be suffering from some serious blue balls. Breaking the haze, it was difficult to put thoughts together, especially with the promise of pleasure was being so close. Lowering himself down on his knees, sitting carefully in Asahi 's board lap, he smiled at the giant's sudden panicked look.

"Sorry, I'm a little sensitive." Chuckling, Nishinoya twisted in his seat, feeling Asahi tense. Scooting forward, the small man inhaled sharply as the heat between his legs brushed against Asahi 's own arousal. Arching against his hips, the spiker bit his lip trying in vain to keep from crying out. Nishinoya was quick and sure, his hands were never still. Instead they travelled across every available surface of his skin, ducking under his shirt, along the back of his neck, the side of his face. And his hips were insistent, grinding against his with purpose and heat.

"Feels good?" Raising an eyebrow as Nishinoya raised his head, licking his lips and observing the deep red marks he'd left on the side of the other boys neck, Asahi barely managed to nod.

"Of course." Gasping as Nishinoya's hand cupped between his legs, the tall boy dug his fingers into his friend's hip, his knuckles almost white as the feeling of rolling pleasure grew in the pit of his stomach.

"Feel better now?" If this was some kind of game Asahi didn't want it to end, if anything Nishinoya was just searching for something to boost his ego and confidence and Asahi could do that do.

"So good." Thrusting up into Nishinoya's palm Asahi buried his face into the smaller boy's neck, moaning softly. "Harder." Whispering against his skin he thrust up higher into the touch offer and rocking Nishinoya back and forth, the feeling the urgency in Asahi 's movements grow. The budge in his pants was tight and hot, Nishinoya squeezed gently and listened to the hitch and catch of his breath as he stroked against his friend's clothed cock.

Asahi shuddered, close to screaming in frustration and as Nishinoya stole another kiss. Slipping his hands off Nishinoya's hips and unconsciously clamping down on the smaller boy's ass, he thrust forward with enough force to snap their hips together with a small slap. It felt so incredibly good, so right, their bodies melting together as if they were made for each other.

Struggling to keep upright as his balls ached and cock stiffened hard as rock, Asahi grunted, his body responding to Nishinoya's every touch. Shivering on the cusp of orgasm, the tall boy raised his feet to the edge of the bed forcing Nishinoya forward on his hands and knees. Catching himself before face planting Asahi 's chest Nishinoya giggled, feeling Asahi 's impossibly long legs wrapped around his waist as his back arched off the bed. Rubbing his aching cock against the friction Nishinoya offered, Asahi felt tears leak from his eyes as he was pushed closer and closer to climax, building until nothing but mindless chatter was coursing from his lips and waves of pleasure crashed over him.

"Nishinoya, I can't. I'm sorry." Was the only thing the lib managed to catch before Asahi suddenly groan out loud, riding out the final heat of orgasm as his underwear became sticky and flooded. God he was sexy when he came, it was like every single thread of anxiety and fear washed away as his body became slack and sated. Head tossed back against the mattress, hair sweaty and heart racing, Asahi looked amazing. Leaning over him with a satisfied smile, Nishinoya kissed him quickly before rolling along the bed beside him, tucking his leg between Asahi 's with a sigh.

"You creamed your pants." Blushing as he cleared his throat Asahi closed his eyes and refused to open them, trying in vain to will the embarrassment away. Poking him in the chest, Nishinoya laughed at his pained expression and couldn't resist the tease. "Am I that good?" Silting his eyes open slightly, Asahi sniffed, looking in the opposite direction.

"I've been under a lot of stress and I've been busy. I haven't had a lot of time to- you know." Gesturing to his soiled pants with a disgusted look, the humiliation forced him to roll over and off the bed, burying his face into the covers and away from Nishinoya's sniggering. "You were good." He finally admitted, looking up from the blankets with a shy smile. "Really good."

Climbing up onto the bed with a triumph grin, Nishinoya put his hands behind his head and laid back against the pillows with barely contained ease. His cock was killing him, glancing down for a second he quickly crossed his legs, hiding the very noticeable tent in his pants. Sitting back on his heels with a hiss, Asahi looked around for a box of tissues, his eyes instead falling on the seemingly napping Nishinoya. Eyes closed and legs crossed jauntily, he would have looked the tranquillity, if not for their previous activities.

"I can suck it."

Nishinoya's eyes flew open, taking in the white wash ceiling as his struggling mind processed Asahi 's request. He did really just say... "I mean, I've seen it done, like online and stuff." Coughing to cover his nerves, Asahi shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, pushing his hair back behind his ears. "I mean, only if you want me to."

Nishinoya wanted him to, would beg him to. The thought of Asahi sucking his cock had been wet dream fuel on many a cold, lonely night. And staring down at him now, on his knees, smiling meekly as he awaited the lib's reply was far better then any fantasy he could ever have imagined.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, his voice cracking and betraying him. Nodding, Asahi looked down as he sought the courage to convince Nishinoya, to let him see it was a good idea and how happy he was to do so.

"Yes." Sitting up on the bed, Nishinoya placed his feet carefully on the floor, cautious the entire time of Asahi and the intensity of his forward as the younger man settled into his seat as Asahi tugged gently at the front of his pants, helping the small man discard them on the apartment floor. Spreading his legs slowly as the tall man crawled between them, Nishinoya bit his lips as he took in his aroused state. His boxer were tented and damp at the front and for a moment he was embarrassed, especially as Asahi bent his head nuzzled against the prominent jut. Shivering as the tall boy mouthed the outline of his cock through the fabric, his hands immediately jumped to Asahi hair. Fighting the urge to pressed his face closer and rut against it, Nishinoya couldn't contain the small grunts of pleasure that flowed from his lips as Asahi licked over the crown of his still covered cock. The heat and wet premeditated straight through to his turgid flesh, turning him into a mess of needy sounds and desire.

"Can I take them off?" Almost laughing at the earnest nature of his question, Nishinoya could only nod. As Asahi struggled with getting his underwear off and over his hips, he sat back, leaning on his hand and watching the tall boy intently.

Cheeks flushed as Nishinoya kicked his boxers off, Asahi licked his lips and shifted his stance wider. The sticky mess in his underwear wasn't bothering him as much any more, not with Nishinoya looking so sexy and spread out for him. Swallowing thickly he took a deep breath and moved closer. He'd seen this done, in the small hours of the night when he'd been daring enough to search out online images of men and their couplings. But now was different, this was Nishinoya and he was hot, heavy and waiting for him. He was perfectly proportioned, his cock flushed a bright red and leaking at the tip. Licking his lips as he reached in and encircled the base with a clumsy fist, the ace flinched uncertainty. But as Nishinoya moaned, his head tossed back as he leant back further, thrusting his hips forward more for Asahi 's attentions, he was comforted in his misgivings. Grinning with a small boost of confidence, the spiker lent down and licked up the shaft, feeling Nishinoya shiver under his touch. Licking up and down as if devouring a tasty treats, Asahi found a comfortable pace, licking and lapping up and down Nishinoya's cock with long, linger flicks of his tongue. Glancing up for a second, he was suddenly floored. Nishinoya's bright amber gaze stared down at him with such intensity that he faulted for a moment.

A hand brushed over his cheek, running over his lips with a deliberate slowness.

"Lick it again." Speechless, Asahi nodded, tongue out he licked over and around the crown, lapping up the sticky dribbles of pre cum that were leaking out from the tip. Swallowing the salty, musky tang with a small moan, he looked up to meet Nishinoya's eye with a small smile. Asahi had never looked more sexy. Confident and sure, his gaze was unmoving as he leant forward again, his hand moving up and down his cock, jerking him off with an expert flick of his wrist. Groaning loudly Nishinoya thrust forward, rutting into Asahi 's hand, and feeling the muscles in his stomach contract as his climax drew closer.

"Should I suck it?"

Fisting his hand in the tall boy's hair, Nishinoya hissed through his teeth, struggling to form words as he spiralled ever closer to release.

"Please." Was all he managed before jolting up right all of a sudden, as Asahi 's fingers brushed over the overly sensitive crown. "Please, just..." Trailing off as a hot, wet suction engulfed his cock, Nishinoya growled out loud, unable to keep the need and aggression from his tone.

Asahi looked perfect like this, carefree and confident. Glancing down and watching his cock push past the ace's swollen pink lips, he almost came right then and there. Panting as the heat of climax coursed through him, Nishinoya cupped Asahi 's face, feebly attempting to push him away as he spilt generously in his mouth. It didn't work, if anything it made the tall boy more needy. Sucking harder to draw out moan after moan from the small man, Asahi swallowed mouthfuls of Nishinoya's creamy affection until his friend fell back against the bed with an exhausted grunt.

Letting Nishinoya's cock slip from his lips, Asahi couldn't help but lick a tiny remaining bead of cum from the soften tip of his cock. Jumping as his over sensitive member was teased for a final time, the lib closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath.

"Was that okay?" Casting over a hand over his eyes and making an airy gesture with the other, Nishinoya laughed.

"I don't think I can move." The shift of the bed saw Asahi snuggling down beside him.

"Is that a good thing?" Laughing Nishinoya opened his eyes, rolling over to face his blushing lover. How long had he wanted to be with Asahi like this? Years. And now he was here, hair tussled, lips red and swollen, looking all too guilty for his actions.

"It's great." Stealing a quick kiss, Nishinoya laughed as his tall friend rolled away from him, burying his face in a near by pillows, embarrassment finally catching up with him. "Hey I just gave you a compliment, don't chicken out on me." Snuggling in close, Nishinoya wrapped an arm around Asahi 's waist, squeezing gently as he flipped a leg over the tall boy's thigh. "You want to get out of those pants now?" Nodding into the pillow, Asahi wasn't sure if he could bring himself to move, especially not with Nishinoya nuzzle against the back of his neck and spooning his ass.

"Yes please." The softest press of a kiss touched the small side of his cheek as Nishinoya hopped off the bed and went sorting through his cupboard. Smiling into his pillow, Asahi suppressed a giggle and he watched the bare bottomed lib rifle through his draws, trying to find a clean pair of pants. Looping his arms around the pillow, the tall man squeezed tightly, forcing out all the encroaching negative thoughts and leaving him with the warm, comforting feeling of Nishinoya and nothing else.