Asahi woke up to a hand on his.

It was quiet in the room that he was in. He laid with his eyes still closed, listening to the steady, soft breathing of whoever was holding his hand. It was warm to the touch. His was cold. He opened his eyes.

There was Nishinoya, asleep at the side of the bed. He was leaned forward so that his head was on the bed, and his right hand was on Asahi's. His head was cushioned on his left arm and Asahi's stomach lurched as he saw a line of stitches across the wrist of the hand on his. It covered up the date on his wrist.

5/ 0

I die in May? On a decade anniversary? Wait. Is it still May? It seems like the morning, so-

"A-Azumane...?"

His voice came out weakly, it was barely a whisper, and choked with tears.

"A-are you okay? Are you alive?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

To his surprise, Nishinoya began to sob and Asahi did his best to pull him closer.

"Shh," he soothed, "It's okay, I'm here." As Noya cried even harder. "What happened to your wrist, Yuu?" He mumbled quietly. "Nothing," he replied, "I just cut it on a piece of debris in the water." Asahi nodded once to show he understood.

"One more thing?"
"Of course, Yuu."
"You were supposed to die yesterday."
"But I'm here."
"And it's June first."
"I guess your date hasn't changed."
"I'm okay with that."
"Yeah," Asahi said, "I am, too. and...you were supposed to die the day I met you."
"I...was?"
"Mhm."
"How did you stop it?"
"I got Tanaka and we took you on that movie date so that I could protect you."
"Wasn't that the day we almost got mugged?"
"Yes."
"But you're here now."
"Yes. Is your wrist okay?"
"I'm always okay when you're here."
"Okay," Nishinoya whispered. "I love you."
"I love you too," Asahi whispered, and drifted peacefully back to sleep.

The end