Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Little Do You Know

NOTE: Mentions/description of an anxiety attack.

Age swap AU. Nishinoya shows Asahi, through quite helpful methods, that he's always got his junior's back, no matter what.

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The sound of a volleyball hitting the court after a powerful spike was always satisfying to hear. It meant strength, that you had earned the right to stand on the court and show everyone just how amazing you could be. The feeling that rushed in your veins as your feet touched the ground again, and the sound of your teammates cheering for you roared in your ears. That feeling was the best. Asahi Azumane knew that feeling all too well.

This time, however; was not one of those times.

Dread creeped up Asahi's throat as his spike was effortlessly blocked, sending the ball back to the floor with a loud smack. The familiar call of "don't mind" from Daichi sounded in his ears, and Suga smiled reassuringly at him from beside the net, his eyes soft and gentle.

He swallowed it back down, with some difficulty. His hands shook, and his head was beginning to hurt from all the doubts and anxiety running through it. A whistle blew, signaling the end of the set. Asahi wasn't whether he wanted to throw up or cry.

His lips quivered, tears burning at the backs of his eyes and threatening to show themselves here in front of everyone. His stomach was churning. The anxiety was taking over, he was going to embarrass himself in front of his entire team. They would see what a mistake they did in making him, a second year, the ace of Karasuno-

"Yo, Asahi-kun!"

Nishinoya was loud, one of the more passionate third years, showing his emotions loudly and shamelessly. This time was no different. Despite being about eight centimeters taller, Asahi hunched over slightly, nervous for what the third year had to say to him.

He managed to find his voice when Nishinoya finally made his way over to him. "Y-Yes, Nishinoya-san?"

Nishinoya smacked him lightly on the arm. "Hey, what's with the stuttering, Asahi-kun? I thought you'd gotten better at that, you gotta say all your words with confidence! Remember?"

Asahi flushed slightly at Nishinoya's little pout. "I do, N-Nishinoya-san. We even talked about it right before this game."

Nishinoya grinned. "Now see, there you go. You remember my little pep talks, so they should help, yeah?"

Asahi bit back his retort, not wanting to blatantly disrespect an upperclassman, especially in the middle of a match. No, Nishinoya-san, they disappear from my head everytime I step on the court. They don't help at all.

"Yes... maybe so, Nishinoya-san."

"Asahi-kun... hey, look at me."

And Asahi did. Nishinoya was frowning up at him, his eyes narrowed and his hands on his hips. Heat rose to Asahi's face again, and he fought the urge to look away.

"Asahi-kun," Nishinoya began. "You know you aren't the only one on this court right? You aren't the only one fighting? There's five other players, including me, that have your back in this. And with all of us together, there's no way anyone can beat us."

Asahi swallowed heavily, trying to keep the lump in his throat from building and the tears shining in his eyes from falling. "Y-Yes, Nishinoya-san. I know."

Nishinoya smiled, then reached up, standing on his tiptoes, and slapped both hands on Asahi's cheeks. Asahi tried to recoil away, but his senpai had a strong grip that left him only able to move downward. "Ow, Nishinoya-san! What was that for-"

Asahi yelped as he was pulled down even further, and his eyes widened when Nishinoya pressed his lips against his own. Catcalls and whistles were heard from behind him, two voices sounding suspiciously like Sugawara and Tanaka.

"Yeah, get some, Noya-san!"

The kiss ended almost as soon as it started, but Asahi was sure he was dead. Death by spontaneous combustion. Was that even a thing?

"Hey... Asahi-kun." Nishinoya was looking up at him, his own face flushed a light pink and his previous frown now curled into a bright smile. "Win one for us, ok?"

Asahi sputtered once, his face probably as red as a tomato. "I- I... you just-!"

He then stopped himself, a single giggle slipping out at the hilarity of it all. Nishinoya threw his head back and laughed. Asahi grinned, bringing one hand up to run through Nishinoya's hair. "Yeah." He said, the sound of the whistle echoing in his ears as it sounded once again. "Yeah, I can do that, Nishinoya-san."