Move-in day was, to say the very least, a disaster.
There were likely a thousand boxes scattered about the empty house, and several of the boys hadn't thought far enough to label what laid inside. And with everyone bringing in everyone else's boxes, the contents got placed in the most random places. Around noon, Asahi decided he would take the plunge and search for a much-needed screwdriver. Only two of their four beds arrived today, but the pack decided that they should put furniture together as it arrived.
They were very fortunate to be able to move to a large house, but it made calling for each other an unseen challenge.
"Hey, Daichi! Do you know where your toolbox is?" Asahi hollered down the hallway, where Daichi and Sugawara were unpacking some kitchen utensils. After a few moments of silence, the alpha shouted again.
"Daichi! Where's your toolbox?" He called. Silence.
"DAICHI!"
"WHAT?" A faint voice replied. Asahi took his hair out of its bun and ran his hands through it tiredly.
"WHERE IS YOUR TOOLBOX?" He yelled, beginning to edge closer to the doorway.
"WHAT?" Daichi replied, causing Asahi to groan a sigh of exasperation. The alpha waded his way through wood pieces and various boxes, annoyed with himself and the world. It's not like he expected Move-In day to be perfect, but it was only twelve and he already wanted to be done.
The alpha navigated his way to the kitchen, where instead of Daichi and Sugawara, he found his omega struggling to place cups on the top shelf of their cabinets. Nishnoya had one knee on the counter, the other awkwardly balancing on the handle of the cabinet below him. Asahi chuckled, allowing himself a few more seconds of pleasure from watching the omega struggle. However, Nishinoya's knee suddenly slipped from the handle, and he began to flail about and screech. Asahi was under him in a flash, cradling his precious mate close. Nishinoya smiled up at him, his cheeks slightly flushed from the sudden adrenaline burst.
"I thought I was gonna crack open my head!" The omega joked, laughing loudly. Asahi's heart swelled-Nishinoya's ability to make light of every situation was one of the many things he loved about him.
"Don't worry, I'll always catch you." The alpha said, planting a kiss on his mate's forehead. Nishinoya giggled, nuzzling into Asahi's broad chest. He inhaled his mate's leather scent, the pheromones instantly calming his still racing heart.
Asahi finally released Nishinoya, gently placing the boy back on his feet. The alpha grabbed the stack of cups the omega had been struggling with and began to place them on the top shelf.
"Stupid cabinet. All you tall people have it so easy. There should be a Shoyo and Yu cabinet too!" Nishinoya mumbled angrily, plopping onto the floor next to his mate and starting on an unopened box of plates. Asahi simply smiled at his omega, busying himself with the dishes. He knew Nishinoya was just cranky; he wasn't one to whine and accept defeat.
"Hey, babe, where did Daichi and Suga go?" Asahi asked, taking the plates out of Nishinoya's hands and placing them on a shelf. They assumed a little assembly line as the omega hummed to himself.
"Suga had to throw up again, I think. I offered to go to the bathroom with him, but Daichi's all "I'm the alpha. No touching my stuff," ya know? So I think he's taking Suga to lie down for a bit." He answered, scratching his head. Asahi hummed in response, taking the last plate from his mate. He leaned against the counter as Nishinoya stood and buried his face into Asahi's chest. The alpha hugged him close, nuzzling his nose into the small man's neck. Nishinoya smelled of cinnamon, and it always made Asahi feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
