HAIKYUU!! // one shots

7

⌲ ❝ before you go ❞
『asahi azumane × nishinoya yū』

⸙.

『だから、行く前に...』

The faint voice of Lewis Capaldi... the piano syncing on the beat- and bits of crystallized water falling outside, coating the roofs and the streets in pure white as the sky is painted in light blue.

"Yes, and can you also adjust the fabric's size around the waist? Yeah, if it's going to be catered for females..."

I looked at the man who was busy talking on the phone, playing a pencil on his left hand as he skims through the massive pile of papers. The snow outside illuminated his work perfectly- but he still has the yellow-colored lamp turned on that shines directly on those white papers.

"Azumane," I called for him. His long brown hair is tied in a small bun as his glasses sit on the top of his head, the lamp's light reflecting on it. I rose my upper head, quick to wrap the thick blanket around my shoulders before I call him one more time. "Azumane."

He didn't even bat his eyes on me- instead, he placed his phone between his ear and shoulder, showing me his left hand, gesturing for me to wait before he continues to what he's doing.

I groaned, burying my face on the pillow once more as I enjoy the heat given by the thick blanket completely covering my whole body.

"Yes... And also, if you can find a burgundy lace- yes, yes... wait a minute, I'll send it to you thru e-mail..."

I lazily pushed the blanket away with my feet before standing up and walking to the calendar that was hanging on the wall. December 24... and my three-month trip to Indonesia will be on the 26th... I looked back again to Asahi-san, glancing for the last time if he could notice me looking at him, but he's too occupied with his work that he didn't even notice me rising on the bed.

It's been three months since I got home from Italy, and we didn't bond as much. Aside from the tight hug he gave me when he met me at the airport and our night cuddles, he's usually like this- busy with his next project for this coming Valentines. I tried disturbing him, but he's starting to get annoyed, so I stopped... but I kinda wish that he'll look at me instead of those paper works.

Don't get me wrong- I like Asahi-san's work. It's just that... Ugh, I don't even know how to explain it. We're living under the same roof, we're sleeping on the same bed, and we're eating on the same table, but I never felt this far from him before. Is this the aftermath for me, because I travel too often? Dang, it's frustrating... I just miss him so much.

After I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I opened our fridge. I took out a piece of soda-flavored ice pop, pulling one of our dining chairs to his working table to sit beside him.

"Yes, I'm going to end this call now. Just e-mail me when you need something else." He ran his fingers through my hair, giving my head a little tap before looking at me. "Noya, don't eat ice cream first thing in the morning."

I rolled my eyes to the back of my head as I raise both of my legs to my chair. "Hate you."

"Eh?" He looked at me with a surprised face. "Why? I didn't do anything, did I?"

"Do you even know the date?" I turned the back of my head on him, facing the other side.

"Oh..." He seemed to have realized it when he snaked his huge arms around my shoulder. He brushed his cheek on my hair. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to ignore you like that."

I feel bad for making him anxious early in the morning, but I'm just as upset as him. "Are you that busy?"

"Mhm..." He pulled my hand to make me stand up, then he buried his face on my stomach. "M'really sorry."