-'✮'- balance // Asahi Azumane -'✮'-

-'✮'- 2 -'✮'-

an alarm rouses y/n from sleep, his hair sticking up in all directions.

he slouches over himself rubbing his palms into his eyes in an attempt to rid them of sleep.

he yawns loudly stretching his arms up and over his head, groaning when his back cracks lowly.

y/n eyes the clock blinking away any remains of sleep, bleary eyed he reads it.

5:00

it glares angrily at him in bold red numbers. he sighs and drags himself to the bathroom, showering quickly and brushing his teeth.

he attempts to fix his hair, running restless fingers over it to try and smooth down the stray pieces.

making his way back to his room he runs into his sister who grumbles out a low 'morning' followed by a yawn as she takes his place in the bathroom.

y/n gathers his supplies, he'd skip school the morning before so now he'd have to make up for it with extra homework. shoving his papers into his skate bag he tugs it over his shoulder and heads for the entrance.

he slips off his slippers and trades them for his outside shoes, then waits for his fathers arrival.

as if on cue his father stumbles his way into the kitchen, lunch prepared for him on the counter. he's dressed and ready, he'd probably been awake for a few hours earlier then his son.

"ready to go, squirt?" his fathers stands above him, ruffling up the hair he tried to fix before.

"daaad i already fixed my hair stop that." y/n whined, swatting his fathers hand away and accepting the lunchbox he's handed.

"okay okay, that's right you're sooo old now huh?" his father grins, switching his slippers for his outside shoes and making his way towards the door.

"i'll never be as old as you," y/n sings in a mocking voice and follows his father out the door and to their family car.

"hey watch it! i might just cut you off for saturday rides," he tsks and gets into the driver's seat, y/n following into the passenger side.

"and i might just take that key back if you keep skipping school." his father eyes him, setting the car in drive and beginning their way to the family's skating rink.

"sorry.." y/n manages a huff, he'd been so worked up that he'd wanted to get all of those feelings out through practice.

"i was no better, but that doesn't mean you follow my example. i want better things for you, you deserve them n/n" y/n smiles, imagines of childhood flashing through his mind at the nickname.

"i know it's just, i feel so out of place when i'm at school, like i'm just floating around and i have no purpose or place. but on the rink i just.. i feel at home." his dad sighs in response and turns into the rinks staff parking lot.

"i get how hard that can be.. you just have to try and put yourself out there, make friends, find a girlfriend.. or boyfriend? whatever you're into doesn't matter," y/n laughs brightly, god he loved his dad, he loved his family!

"but just try, coach emi mentioned that volleyball team coming in to practice with you and whatnot, start there! take advantage! befriend them, don't let possible relationships slip through your fingers."

they stare at each other for a moment, twin pairs of e/c's meeting together.

"you're right.., okay i'll try.." y/n sighs and opens the door. "cmon i need to get on the ice before i lose my mind." his dad laughs in response and they both exit the car.