Where there is Love (Asahi x Reader)

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The next morning when I woke up to my alarm, I was immediately struck by the level of comfort I was getting from this hoodie. The second thing that struck me was that I fell asleep wearing Asahi's hoodie and that I had not returned it to him after he left yesterday. With these two thoughts, my face instantly flared and I held my hands over my face trying to calm down. Of course, that did nothing as my thoughts played the conversation from yesterday over and over again. A bright smile sprang up on my face as I readied myself for practice. Despite the fact my leg was out of the cast, I still had physio, and volleyball was a no. I couldn't wait for it to be over so I could have a practice with the boys, it has been too long since I have played competitively.

I wore a pair of volleyball shorts, a t-shirt I had gotten from an old tournament, and my Karasuno manager jacket, then folded up Asahi's hoodie and put it in my bag, went downstairs, and grabbed a quick breakfast before leaving. Ryu and dad were still asleep considering it was their "lazy Sunday". I walked to school and entered the gym to see some of the guys already there and playing. Tanaka, Hinata, and Kageyama were some early risers. I nearly yawned at the thought.

"Good morning Y/n-senpai!" Hinata and Kageyama cried in unison.

"Good morning guys, how are you?" I asked before putting my bag down and grabbing the clipboard Kiyoko and I shared to keep notes on the boys.

"I'm good!" They cried in unison, again. I chuckled slightly and shrugged off my jacket to put in my bag. I watched them practice as more people began to trickle in. Their quick was as astounding as ever but I knew more practice was needed in other dimensions for the duo. The practice match against their long-time rivals from Tokyo, Nekoma, would be next week and I knew they were going to need to really bring it. Having seen how Nekoma plays myself, I knew just how formidable they were. As my thoughts went to the other school, Daichi, Suga, and Asahi walked in.

"Hey, Y/n. How are you?" Suga asked cheerfully when they came up to speak to me.

"I'm good, how are you guys?"

"We are all good. Everyone's excited about the practice match. Will you be staying at school or going home?" Daichi asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I live close but if Kiyoko decides to stay, it would be like a sleepover. Oh! speaking of sleepovers, here you go, Asahi. I forgot to return it yesterday. I even fell asleep in it, I was really tired sorry." I turned around towards my bag to get his hoodie.

"Thanks. I even forgot that I had given it to you until I got home." He chuckled lightly before accepting it from my hands.

"You guys hung out yesterday? Without us?" Suga held his hand to his chest as if in pain.

"Drama queen. We just went to the park with my brother." I said laughing, omitting the parts about my mom and the late-night conversation with Asahi.

"Why haven't we met your brother? Do we not matter, Y/n? Does my friendship mean nothing to you?" Suga pressed, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes.

"You should go into acting Suga. And have you ever walked me home? Nope, you ditch me. Asahi is my only real friend here."

"So we are just going to pretend like I don't exist?" Daichi said, adding to the joke.

"Yup, I said what I said." Moving beside Asahi with my arms crossed over my chest.

"We will remember this, Y/n. Don't ask me for anything ever again." Daichi said seriously. We looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

"Go practice, you are spending too much time messing around with your manager." Coach Ukai said from behind us. With that, the boys left with a wave and Coach Ukai and I got to talking about the starting line-up. He was still unsure about the setters and I gently reminded him about the match against our rivals.

"Ugh don't remind me, I already feel the pressure as it is." He groaned. I laughed and moved into practice to work on their receives.

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Over the next week, practices were scheduled every day until Nekoma arrived. We moved to the training camp in the evening.

"Y/n and Kiyoko, can I ask you two to help cook tonight for dinner?" Takada- sensei asked, already wearing an apron. Kiyoko had agreed to stay with me at the training camp.

"Of course. I am a pretty good chef if I do say so myself." I said breezily following sensei to the kitchen area with Kiyoko. He handed aprons to the two of us and we got to work.

After working for about an hour, we set the food and cutlery on the tables while Takeda called for the boys to come and eat. The ravenous monsters demolished the food within seconds and came asking for seconds and even thirds while Kiyoko and I distributed the curry until it was completely finished. Luckily we had eaten before the boys were called in.

"Y/n, Kiyoko, have you eaten? Have some of my food." Asahi came up beside me with his bowl of rice.

"It's ok, we ate beforehand. You can't have anymore though, it's all gone sorry." Kiyoko said before moving the pots to the sink to begin washing.

"Oi! Our managers and Takeda-sensei made this meal for us. Let's clean up." Asahi smiled down at us and the boys instantly moved into action. It was nice to have to clean up after we did the cooking so Kiyoko and I went for our bath. Relaxing in the tub was definitely something we needed.

"That was nice of Asahi to get the boys to clean up. I was dreading it." Kiyoko had her eyes closed as she leaned against the edge of the bath.

"I know right. I thought we would have leftovers too so it might be fewer dishes. These guys are animals." I responded.

"Tell me about it." We laughed together before falling into a silence, relaxing in the tub.

"We should get out and set up our sleeping area." Kiyoko finally said.

"I guess. This was too relaxing. We should go to a hot spring together. I bet that would feel even better."

"That would be so amazing, it's a date." She and I laughed as we got from the water to go and change.

The next day, the boys were up early for practice once again. Their receives have gotten better but they still need work of course. Coach Ukai sent them on their run and Kiyoko and I decided to join. She was a former track star and despite the fact that I am still in physio, a light jog never hurt anyone. Some of the boys didn't get that memo, however as Hinata passed us all with a full sprint, screaming the entire way. Daichi mumbled something under his breath about his boundless energy while the rest of us laughed. Daichi, Suga, Kiyoko, Asahi, and I all moved at the same pace though I suspected they slowed a little because of me.

"That kid really is something else," I said with a small laugh.

"Tell me about it. And he's worse when he is with Kageyama. I'm glad they weren't running beside each other." Asahi said from beside me.

"Now I only have to look for one of our kids," Suga said, shaking his head as he ran ahead of us calling Hinata's name.

"Did he just say our kids?" Daichi asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"He is the mom of the team after all," Kiyoko said. She had led the run. The stamina of this girl was unbelievable.

"And Daichi is the dad." I finished.

Kiyoko, Asahi, and I laughed while Daichi grumbled the rest of the run.

The rest of the day was somewhat uneventful. Kiyoko and I helped with dinner again, this time, we ate with the boys and laughed until we went to bed.

The next couple of days were focused on their training and now that the starting line-up was out, there was a shift in the mood that created a sense of determination in everyone. Finally, the fated day arrived where we stood face to face with Nekoma.

Hinata seemed to know their setter which rose tension between Tanaka and a boy from their team that seemed to bring the exact same energy Tanaka brought. Both of them were easily held back by Suga and some other boy, that once again, brought the exact same energy Suga brought. The similarities between the members of both teams were frightening. Even the captains were the same. I could see Daichi and Kuroo assessing each other as the two shook hands.

The boys changed into their uniforms and they got on the court. The fated 'Battle of the Garbage Dumpster' was about to begin.