Nishinoya pov,
It had been a week since he died, I didn't want to go to his funeral because I didn't want to see him dressed nicely in a casket, but Daichi made me go, so I stood in the back away from Asahi's casket, time skip, after everyone had left I stood there next to Asahi's grave and I cryed, I couldn't stop crying, I fell to my knees and just lay on Asahi's grave, I felt a hand on my head, I turned around but I didn't see anyone, I didn't care at this point Asahi was gone and it was all my fault, he pushed me out of the way and he died, A few hours later, I lay there in the dark just crying on Asahi's grave, I didn't know what time it was and I didn't care, I felt the hand again but this time it was wiping my tears, I opened my eyes but I still didn't see anyone, that's when I decided to go home, I grabbed my phone from my pocket and checked the time, it was 2:01 in the morning, I turned my phone off and shoved it in my pocket, it was around 2:35 when I finally made it back home, I took my shoes off and I didn't even bother with dinner I wasn't hungry anyways I couldn't remember the last time I ate but I didn't care, I walked into my room lay on my bed waiting for sleep to claim my body, but it never did, it wasn't the same, I kept having nightmares about it, sometimes when I'd been sleeping I'd wake up and not be able to fall back asleep, sometimes I would fall asleep in the middle of class and get detention after school, but I would sleep in detention and show up late for practice, but some nights I would just sit there and stare at the wall thinking about what if I died instead of Asahi or what if we never went out to go to the store then I never would've almost gotten hit by the car and Asahi would have never died.
