[Not talking about volleyball? What else is there, when volleyball is all they have together, the crux of their relationship?
Nishinoya says the word 'love,' and Asahi's mind short-circuits. He gapes at his underclassman, eyes as wide as saucers. Love? As in... love??
It's a little too much for his mind to process. It's easier for Asahi to remind himself that Nishinoya is very, very drunk than it is to think about asking more questions, pushing this further. Besides that, Nishinoya is basically screaming, and Asahi doesn't want any neighbors coming to check on them, or complain.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I won't leave you. [Asahi promises, feeling a bit desperate.] Okay? I'm not going anywhere!
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Nishinoya says the word 'love,' and Asahi's mind short-circuits. He gapes at his underclassman, eyes as wide as saucers. Love? As in... love??
It's a little too much for his mind to process. It's easier for Asahi to remind himself that Nishinoya is very, very drunk than it is to think about asking more questions, pushing this further. Besides that, Nishinoya is basically screaming, and Asahi doesn't want any neighbors coming to check on them, or complain.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I won't leave you. [Asahi promises, feeling a bit desperate.] Okay? I'm not going anywhere!