rollingggthunderrr | PSL/Meme Continuation

How I feel? [He falls quiet again, the anxious leg kicking starts up weakly, but he continues holding onto Asahi. It’s odd even to him that he’s still so hung up on the whole thing. Nishinoya prides himself on being the type to bounce back from conflict and keep pushing forward, but clearly if it’s still bothering him, then it’s important right? So why is he holding back.]

I feel...[How to put this? His brain is pretty foggy from the alcohol, and it’s easy to lose his train of thought or get wrapped up in the emotions swirling around in his head. He looks to Asahi again for clarity, a reminder of why he started rambling about this in the first place.

[Looking at the ace’s face, it becomes clear again all too suddenly. Another long stare, and he sighs.] I’m...happy you’re back. I’m proud of you, but I...

Hurt. [He pulls a hand away, grips his own shirt over his heart.] Here. When I think about it, Asahi.

Because you left...us. And me.

You left me.

[There's a lot of emotion to unpack there. Nishinoya's hesitance makes Asahi worry. He can't remember ever seeing him hesitate before, not on the court, not even when they went against the biggest, scariest opponents. How could Asahi be scarier to Noya than all that?

He swallows hard when Noya admits that leaving the team hurt him. That it felt personal - that it felt like Asahi was leaving him.]

That isn't-! I wasn't--! I... I thought you'd do better without me. I didn't want to hold you back anymore.

I’m not talking about volleyball anymore! [Well, at least Noya isn’t being quiet anymore - on the contrary, that statement was quite, quite loud, his drunkenness seeming to have heightened his maximum volume levels all of a sudden.

[He doesn’t look angry so much as he does...determined? Focused, certainly, his intense gaze once again set on Asahi.]

Me, I said! I felt like you left me! Because you’re not just a teammate to me, dummy! You’re my friend and I love you!

[He says it plainly, as if there’s nothing shocking about that revelation, or more so like it really shouldn’t be a revelation at all. He means it! He loves Asahi - whether that be platonically or romantically is entirely beside the point, and Noya isn’t really thinking about that right now! Honest - that’s what he said he was going to be, and that’s what he’s being. It’s as simple as that!]

So do you get it now? I love you and I missed you and I don’t want you to ever leave me again because—

Because it sucked! It totally sucked in every way!

[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!

Mmmmm! [Noya lets out a sound, halfway between frustrated, maybe a bit desperate, maybe just...drunk, then melts against Asahi again.

[He’s squeezing again, holding on tight and taking a deep breath.]

Okay, well...don’t! [Upright again, eyes on Asahi - this kid just can’t sit still.] I’m trusting you, okay? I know I can now, so I am!

[More of that fluttery, nervous feeling swells in Asahi's stomach. His palm rests on the top of Noya's hair. It's so much softer than it seems like it should be, with all of that hair gel.]

I won't betray your trust. I'll do my best, okay?

[Noya takes a deep, slow breath and seems to - finally - relax a bit. His eyes are still on Asahi, and now a warm smile comes over his face - drunk, crooked, affection clear in his eyes. Once again his fingers curl around the hem of Asahi’s shirt as he stares (more like gazes) at him.]

I’m glad you’re here. I really, really—- [He hiccups a little. Before that his voice was so calm and clear that it was probably easy to forget he was still drunk. He giggles a little.]

Whoops...hahaha. [He shakes his head, tries to clear it, but that just makes him feel woozy.] Maybe we should lie down.

[He doesn’t really realize that he’s said “we”, or maybe he does and just doesn’t correct it on purpose. Who knows?]

Ryu will be fine! Fine. [Tanaka is still snoring loudly on the couch.]

Come on, come on! [He tries to hop off the chair but immediately stumbles and grabs more tightly onto Asahi’s shirt.]

Woahhh-ohahaha. Whoops, whoops. [He’ll definitely be needing help to his room.]

[It's kind of crazy, how clear and intense Noya's gaze still is even when he's so clearly beyond wasted. Asahi stares into his eyes until the loud hiccup makes him snap out of it.

Nishinoya starts talking about how they should lie down, holds onto his clothes, talks about Tanaka, slides off his stool-- all without Asahi saying a word. He does catch Nishinoya reflexively when the other boy wobbles on his feet, eyes wide with worry, but since it's Nishinoya of course he's alright.]

Please be careful. [Asahi insists, putting an arm around Noya's back to hold him upright.] How much did you have to drink?

Just...just one, two...three...[He counts on his fingers, makes a face, looks at Asahi.] I don’t remember.

[Asahi can't help but make a face, too.] Noya, that's dangerous. [He huffs, and supports a bit more of Noya's weight.]

Which way is it to your room?

Pshhh. [Noya waves a hand, tries to blow that statement off like it means nothing, but the frown on his face makes it clear that he feels a little bad he’s made Asahi upset.] It’s fine, it’s fine, just—

There, up there.

[He points forward - up the stairs. Oh boy.]

[Stairs. Asahi bites his lip thoughtfully. He knows what would make the most sense to do, but the idea of carrying Nishinoya up the stairs makes him nervous. He doubts the other boy is going to go willingly, going to want to be carried. Plus, what if it makes him puke?

Still...]

Can you walk up the stairs...? [Asahi asks, feeling doubtful.]

Yeah duh! [The libero shouts, suddenly reinvigorated with drunken (albeit misplaced) determination. He breaks away from Asahi to put his first foot on the step and wobbles dangerously, clutching the banister and laughing.]

Okay, no stairs, you are making me look bad. I can do this! Watch me!

[Please stop him.]

[Right, so, that's a no. Asahi scrambles up behind Nishinoya and puts his hands firmly on the other boy's shoulders to keep him from teetering.]

How about I help you? [He says quickly, voice full of alarm.] Go slowly.

PSL/Meme Continuation

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