'Ew' was probably the first thought that passed my mind when I woke up, accompanied by 'I have to shower' and 'Oh my god, I'll have to tell May and Dawn. How do I tell May and Dawn?!'

The daylight prominently shone through the curtains like it would around noon and even though the room was so bright, Ash just hadn't woken up yet. I thought I was a heavy sleeper, but apparently not. Ash slept like a champion. Would it even be humanly possible to wake him up?

"Hey, Ash."

Not even a stir.

Maybe if I shake him a little?

Nothing.

Flick his forehead?

Nope. Absolutely nothing.

My head fell back on the pillow almost automatically. It appeared I physically couldn't handle frustration. I've been wanting to get up and use the bathroom for probably twenty minutes, but Ash's legs weirdly draping themselves over my body and his arm on the nape of my neck didn't help at all.

This wasn't cuddling. No, Ash just treated me like I was part of the mattress. He wasn't hugging me, he was resting his heavy athlete legs on my body (damn him for being good at sports) and his arm might just be cutting of my blood circulation. Also, he slept diagonally across the bed. Diagonally!

[A/N no dig at you if you sleep like that, cuz I sleep like that and I'm just roasting myself]

I just assumed his bed was bigger because he felt it was fancy, but turns out he just can't do it any other way. He'd fall off the bed. I wonder how many times he had to fall off to realize he needed a bigger bed.

Wait. I might be onto something here.

So I'm sitting there. (A/N barbecue sauce on my tiddies)

Him next to me, heavy sleeping, maybe dead, we don't know, yet.

He won't wake up by my usual and appropriate methods, so I might have to

push him off the bed?

Gathering together all strength I held, which really wasn't too much, I tried rolling him over so he'd fall off, excruciatingly slow. When I was sleeping, I probably kind of rolled over on his side a little, so all it took for me was one push and he'd fall off. Thinking about it, I might have been part of the problem here, maybe, kinda, possibly, but it's whatever, right?

Okay, heavy boy, this might hurt and I'm sorry, but muscly problems require muscly solutions.

Shove.

Shove.

Shove.

Thud.

"Ow! Huh- Shit, not again."

Called it.

"Gotta blast!" I tried storming out of the room to the bathroom, since I felt gross, but a strong grab pulled me back into the cushions, as a heavy figure quickly managed to throw itself back into the bed, arms wrapping themselves around my waist and a face nestling into the curve of my neck.

"Just what I like to wake up to. The floor." Ash spoke sarcastically, a giggle bubbling in the back of my throat, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of having a joke land.

"What? Can't even laugh anymore?" he teased, looking up at me with a crooked eye brow.

"You threw me back on bed. Rude." I replied with full intention of teasing him, narrowing my eyes.

"Wha- you pushed me off the bed! While I was sleeping!"

"You wouldn't wake up!"

The feeling of my ruined underwear caused flashbacks of yesterday to run through my mind, heat rising to my face and embarrassment nesting itself in my mind.

"I- why are you looking away now?"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Am not!"

"Are too- fuck!" I yelled, as Ash bursted out laughing like a kid would, burying his head even further into my neck, most of his face covered by my hair. "You embarrassed?" he whispered, his hot breath fanning down my neck welcoming goose bumps forming on my arms.

"No." I lied.

"Mmh, sure."

"I-I'm not."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, princess."

"..."

"..."

"Shut up." I giggled at the stupid argument we were having, Ash joining in, our cackles and laughs filling the room. This moment was so carefree and light, I couldn't remember the last time I felt this weightless, the last time my shoulders felt like they didn't have any baggage to carry around.

For a while, we just embraced each other in silence, no pressure or awkwardness in the air, as our giggles have seemed to chase any kind of negative energy out of the room, leaving us in comfortable quietness. Though I couldn't figure out what might have been going on in Ash's mind, I couldn't think of anything in the moment, something I rarely found myself experiencing.

Voices of thoughts and characters of my mind would usually appear so loud and vividly in my mind, I'd never stop conversing with myself in my mind, but for once in a long time, my head actually felt empty. All I felt was ease, care and something else that I couldn't quite identify, at least if I tried to identify it as anything else but, maybe...

was it love?

This all happened so fast, but thinking about it, Ash always seemed so close to me, at least closer than a stranger would have been. Maybe, if what Ash told me was true, about my hospitalization, about the coma and the time he spent with me, could this be the reason his voice appeared so soothing to me? So familiar?

But was this a reason to love him?

Did I love him?

We did share intimacy, honestly speaking, intimacy I didn't know I was capable of giving, but was love a point of intimacy we reached? A point that I reached? What was it that I was feeling in my chest, that literally makes me want to throw up sometimes, when it makes itself known anf comes off to strongly, or that sense waves of electricity through my stomach. That wasn't normal, but is it love?

Am I even ready for love? I mean, I did agree to his offer, but I didn't think through what it could lead to quite enough, did I? It wasn't necessarily Ash that made doubts quell up inside me, but everything around that. I was never in love. I don't even know if I feel comfortable enough to give myself away like that, to be that vulnerable.

Sure, love is great, when, or rather, if your feelings are returned. Sharing that vulnerability with one another, leaning onto one another. The one you might love could quickly turn to be your strength, but if rejected, doesn't that make you weaker? Doesn't that mess with you? Hell, just some months ago, I wasn't even comfortable displaying my feelings at all. It's still hard for me, considering I don't even talk to my closest friends about the trauma I've endured.

And yet, here I am, sharing all of my demons with that one popular basketball kid from Kanto that ran into me in the hallway. Here I am, cuddling with him, kissing him, discovering parts of myself with him I never knew I possessed.

Is it love?

"Hey, Sere." Ash's calm voice pulled me out of my mind, back into reality, as I stared down at him.

"Mmh?"

"You hungry?" Ash asked out if nowhere.

"No."

"Good, I can't cook." he joked, the dryness of his humor forcing a light giggle out of me.

"Are you hungry?" I asked in return.

"Definitely." he replied, toothy-grinning.

"Well, it's your lucky day. I'm great at cooking."

"Really?" Ash asked, looking at me as if he's just discovered an angel. I smiled at the words that played in my mind, that I couldn't wait to say next.

"Yeah. Too bad I'm too lazy to get up." I teased, making Ash groan in annoyance. I continued giggling, before I sensed a gaze on me, my reflex-arc having never look down at his smirking face.

"Well, you're quite in look, too, then..." he replied, getting up to stand next to the bed frame, as my body just rolled on it's back, cerulean eyes staring back at chocolate orbs.

"You're very light." he said, before picking me up, catching me off guard. He completely ignored my squirms and squeaks, as he just threw my over his shoulder like a damn potato bag.

"Hey! Put me down- what the heck?"

"Only old people say "heck", Sere."

"Why are you so mean today?" I whined, hitting his back multiple times, his figure not budging at my attempts to make him react, however.

"No one pushes me out of bed without consequences!"

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PLEASE READ!! IMPORTANT!!

FIRST OF ALL, DO YOU LIKE HAIKYU?

I wrote a long ass Haikyu smut for my friend and now I got a 4700 piece lying around, and I kinda wanna upload but idk if there's any demand with my current readers soooo I wanted to ask you..

Would you want the fanfic? The smut is immaculate, lmao.

SECOND OF ALL: ABT THE CHAPTER

This isn't what I had planned for the next chapter to be, but I felt so bad for leaving y'all hanging like that so I thought "at least give them something" so I chose to write a fluff.

ANYWAY

I'm trying so hard to write the chapter which I wanted to be PLOT RELATED, but every time I write anything I literally wanna eat my hair. How did I manage to write 30 chapters and suddenly I'm incapable of forming sentences, wtf?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the fluff at the very least ;-; Ik it's not much, but I don't want you thinking I wanna leave this discontinued, I'm just literally incapable of language.