We Need Our Ace (Asahi x Nishinoya)

Chapter Twelve

I groan in pain, blinking my eyes open. The first thing I remember is my attempt, then I remember Asahi comforting me here. I look up, seeing my boyfriend fast asleep, holding me tightly. He's putting way too much pressure on my arm, and I whimper lightly, trying to get him off.

"Noya..."

I let out a pained whine, asking Asahi to get off of me. He apologizes profusely in his half-awake state, and I assure him that it's not his fault. Within seconds, he's asleep again, which is understandable as he must be emotionally exhausted.

I try to sit up, but I'm too weak to do so. I groan, pushing myself up slowly, grunting as pain shoots through my arm.

A nurse walks in the room, seeing me struggling, and helps me sit.

I thank her quietly, holding my arm close to my chest. It's throbbing, and I can't think because of it.

"Let me get you a sling. That should make it feel better."

I thank her again and hear her say something about morphine. She leaves the room, and I turn to look at Asahi-San. He's so pretty when he sleeps. His long hair a mess, in his face and around his pillow. His soft breathing is absolutely adorable, and I can't stop myself from leaning down and pressing a kiss to his head.

He stirs, blinking his eyes open.

I'm about to apologize for waking him when he says something I don't quite expect.

"Yū?"

I tense up, having never heard him call me that before. He seems to realize what he'd said, and apologizes immediately.

"Don't apologize. I was just shocked. I call you Asahi-San, so why shouldn't you call me Yū?"

"You have a point," he giggles, before adding, "but I want you to stop calling me Asahi-San. It feels super wrong."

"Okay, Asahi."

We both smile like idiots before our moment is ruined by the stupid nurse.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, but I'm going to need to see your arm. I have to change your bandage."

I groan but don't fight her, turning to face her and allowing her to take my arm in her hands. Asahi sits up, getting behind me and resting his chin on my head. The nurse unwraps the bandage, and I wince when I feel a sharp tug at my cuts. Asahi kisses my head, running his arms down my sides. I flinch when he touches a cut from a few nights ago, and he pulls up my shirt. I can feel the sadness and disappointment radiating through him as he inspects my side, pulling down my shirt before the nurse notices.

"Yū..."

"We-We can talk a-about this later..."

"Promise you'll talk?"

"Yeah..."

The nurse reaches over and grabs some cleaning solution. I squeeze my eyes shut, listening to her pop open the bottle and pour some onto a pad. I feel her hand on my cut and let out a whine, jerking my arm away.

"I know it hurts, but I need you to stay still."

I lean back against Asahi, giving her access back to my arm. I whine loudly, turning my head as I feel her hand on my wound. Asahi presses multiple kisses on my head and cheek, telling me to relax.

I grit my teeth, trying hard not to cry out. I'm sixteen for god's sake! I'm not a baby!

"You're alright. Breathe through it. I know it hurts. I'm so sorry..."

I smile weakly up at Asahi as the nurse gives me a small break before grimacing again as the pad is placed back on my cut.

"Nng!"