Atchoo!
Nishinoya sniffled a little bit, waving away a slightly panicking Asahi.
"Allergies."
The ace nodded stiffly, but was still terrified for the little libero's life.
"Oh come on. I'm not that...con...conges...congested. Sorry, I thought I was gonna sneeze."
"It's fine. But are you sure you're okay?"
"Asahi-san, it's allergies. Y'know, pollen and dust and stuff."
"I know, but people die from allergies!"
Nishinoya flat out glared at Asahi.
"Asahi-san. I'll only die if I eat a hazelnut. Not if I sniff a flower."
"You'll die if you eat a hazelnut?! Why did no one tell me this?! Are okay are you breathing are you alive?!"
"Asahi, I'm literally standing right in front of you."
"Well I know but you could be a ghost!"
"I'm not- whatever. This'll shut you up."
Noya stood on his toes, grabbed the front of Asahi's shirt, pulled him down, and pecked him on the lips.
"There. Now you know I'm real." He called as he walked out of the gym.
Asahi stood there, gently placing his hand on his lips, his mouth slightly open, staring off in awe and wonder.
Allergies suck and this was partly just a vent. But enjoy the little fluff.
