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yo is it just me or is asahi sEVERELY underrated????? i literally love him wth
presented by: this soft sweet teddy bear that deserves the world

Asahi never liked a lot of noise. It always made him jumpy. Too much noise means too much chaos, and too much chaos means trouble. He always tried to keep the things around him quiet.

But that didn't mean he hated all noises.

He liked the sounds of his friend's voices. They got him to calm down when he had anxiety or jitters. He liked music, it helped him fall asleep.

But God, he had never loved noise as much as the day when he heard ukulele strumming as he walked to volleyball practice.
Asahi paused and looked around, trying to see where it was coming from. It was charming and gentle, but loud enough to be heard from where he was standing. He was about to follow it, when he heard Nishinoya scream, "ASAHI, HURRY UP!" from the doors of the gym. He winced and sighed, then nodded and walked away.

The next day, it was the same story. But this time, Asahi managed to hear a few words to go along with the ukulele picking and strumming. He sat down on the steps of the gym, listening with a small smile.

"But I can't help it, I'm falling for you.. And I can't quit it, 'cause I'm stuck on you, and it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical, but I just want to be with you. Please tell me, boy, can you get a clue? Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you- I'm sca-"

"ASAHI!"

Asahi yelped and shot up, running into the gym. He sighed, already missing the voice he had heard outside. It was sweet and gentle, but carried its emotion powerfully.
He smiled. He was starting to like noises again.

~~~

Asahi takes it back. He hates noises.

Asahi hates fighting. He hates screaming and yelling, and he hates breaking glass and shattering wood. He hates hearing the fights his neighbors have. He's told his parents, but they won't do anything. It's worse for the anxiety-ridden teen because the neighbor's room is right near his.

Asahi hadn't been able to sleep for the last few nights. He rubbed his eyes as he walked to the school gardens, where kids usually only go for environmental clubs or groups. But luckily, it was usually empty during lunch.

Or at least, he thought it was.

Asahi turned a corner, eyes widening as he spotted a boy with (H/C) hair take a seat under one of the large oak trees. He recognized him as one of Daichi's classmates; (M/N) (L/N). He wasn't one to say much, but when he did speak, Asahi knew it wasn't out of nowhere.

"Oh, Azumane. Hi."

Asahi paused. 'He said hi to me?'

(M/N) smiled, tilting his head like a curious puppy. He had a pretty smile. Asahi liked that. "Would you like to join me for lunch?" The boy politely asked. Asahi nodded and meekly sat near him. "I hope you don't mind.. but I was hoping to play my ukulele. It's alright if you don't want me to," he said, reaching into a case he had next to him.

"It's alright," Asahi murmured. He watched as (M/N) pulled out his ukulele, which had intricate carvings in its side. 'Is he the one that's been singing everyday after school?' He asked himself. "W..What song are you going to sing?"

(M/N) hummed, tapping his chin. Then, he smiled. "I heard this one song in this movie," he said. "It was played on guitar, so excuse me if I mess up translating the chords."
Asahi nodded and began to eat, basking in the sound as (M/N) began to strum his strings. Then, the strums evolved to intricate plucking. Asahi smiled contently, waiting for his companion's sweet voice. "Here we are.. took so long, came so far," (M/N) started off. "I slept half the way on your.. shoulder.. Safe and sound, as the night tore and spun around. And we had to get lost.. to be found," he completed, his fingers slowing down. He looked up with a hopeful smile. "How was that?"

"It was.. beautiful," Asahi admitted. "Y-You're very good at playing and singing. I-I could never do that.."

"I'm sure that's not true. But thank you!"

For the next few weeks, Asahi and (M/N) would eat their lunch together in the gardens. Some days, (M/N) would play ukulele. Other days, they would just talk.

Today was the day for talking.

"How are you Asahi?" (M/N) asked, now addressing his new friend in a more personal manner. "You seem tired. My uncle says to take a rest, because a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop," he quoted, taking a sip of tea from his thermos.

"Ah, it's just.." Asahi trailed off. Then, he sighed and rubbed his neck. "My neighbors argue a lot at night. And I-I'm really sensitive to noises. I tried to block them out with my music, but it doesn't work. If I turn the music up too loud, I get yelled at, which doesn't help. So I just.. haven't slept right."

(M/N) frowned. Then, he moved his bento box from his lap and patted his thigh. "Come. Rest," he offered, his voice kind and gentle. Asahi blushed, trying to deny the offer. "Please, Asahi. I know you need rest for volleyball. You do love playing, don't you?"

Asahi blinked a few times. Then, he decided to give in. The urge to sleep was too much for his poor body. "A-Alright.. is it okay if I take my hair down? It hurts to keep it up while I sleep," he asked quietly.

"Of course dear," (M/N) giggled. Something about that giggle made Asahi feel warm inside. He pulled his hair down from its bun and laid it over his shoulder and on his chest, then laid his head in (M/N)'s lap. "Do you need anything?"

"C-Can you s-sing? Please?"

(M/N) was surprised. He then smiled and nodded. "Of course I can," he murmured. Asahi shut his eyes, listening as (M/N) hummed and contemplated what to sing. Finally, he began to do so. "Ultimately I don't understand a thing, I try to do the best I can, I know you try to do the same; we're just so bound to make mistakes, you could call it a disposition," he sang softly, hand gently resting on the crown of Asahi's head.
Asahi melted into his touch, the ends of his lips curling into a smile. "I apologize for all your tears, I wish I could be different," (M/N) continued, his hand now running its fingertips through Asahi's hair. "But I'm still growing up.. into the one you can call your love.. I don't know if I'll ever be enough, I'm throwing in my chips, I guess I tend to push my luck..."

And as if he were magic, (M/N) was serenaded Asahi into a longly-missed nap. And as Asahi's consciousness drifted away, he realized that he liked the noise from (M/N)'s voice.

~~~

Asahi hated the sound of (M/N) crying. He didn't know that until recently.
He had walked into the garden to have lunch, as usual, when he saw (M/N) leaning again the tree. The (H/C) haired boy was wiping his eyes, hiccups and wheezes escaping his lips. He tried to catch his breath, but the sudden release of coughs and sobs beat him. Asahi felt his heart crumble at the sight, quickly walking over.

"(M-M/N)?" He whispered, setting his stuff down gently. "What's wrong? W-Why are you crying? Is everything okay?"

(M/N) looked up and shook his head, pressing his lips into a tight line. He breathed in, then sighed. "It's just been a really stressful day," he whimpered, wiping his face. "Honestly, I'm being dramatic.. you don't have to worry about me A-Asahi.."

Asahi sat down, unsure of what to do. So, he did what worked best for him. He looked down and gently laid his pinky finger over (M/N)'s. Teary, wide (E/C) eyes looked down at their hands. Then slowly, their hands grasped on to each other, fingers interlocking. "If it's something that makes you cry like this, then it's not too dramatic," he mumbled. "Everything is worth something. So.. what happened?"

(M/N) smiled shakily, using the sleeve of his jacket to clean more of his tears away. "Well.. I had a lot of tests this morning," he chuckled. "And my teacher.. well, she was being oddly cruel today. She kept yelling at me if my mind drifted off, and you know I do that a lot. She m-made me stand in front of the c-class to say what was on my m-mind.. and I'm not v-very good with confrontation. It was just.. a lot.."

Asahi nodded, understanding where he was coming from. "Well," he hummed. "There's no point in wasting tears, r-right?"
He reached into his bag and pulled out a few tissues, handing them to his friend. (M/N) smiled and thanked him, cleaning off his face. "Lets just eat. Where's your lunch?"

"Oh.." (M/N) trailed off. He rubbed his neck and laughed bashfully. "I think I left it home- oh dear!"

Asahi chuckled and opened his bento box, grabbing his chopsticks. He picked up a piece of to tonkatsu, then held it up to his friend's mouth. (M/N) blushed a bit and took it gratefully, thanking him. He smiled and ate a piece as well, sighing softly.

He hated the sound of (M/N) crying. But he loved the giggles that followed. It was like the calm after the storm.

~~~

"Hey Asahi," Daichi piped up during a break at volleyball practice. "Y'know, Suga and I noticed you haven't been with us at lunch lately. Where do you go during it?"

"O-Oh, my friend and I eat somewhere else," Asahi stammered, looking away shyly. "It's actually really nice.."

"Ooh?" Suga smiled, resting his arm on Asahi's shoulder. "Is someone in love~?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.

Asahi began to stutter and yelp, trying to defend himself. "N-No! What?! T-That's c-crazy! It's just lunch..!"
But then, he caught himself. Asahi thought about it; he did love spending time with (M/N). He loved how sweet, kind, and understanding the boy was. He liked his voice, and the way his fingers plucked and strummed the ukulele - or how they ran through his hair when he took his naps. And he loved his (H/L) (H/C) hair, how it accentuated his beautiful (E/C) eyes. He found himself having a difficult time breathing, a red hue spreading over his cheeks. "Oh my god," he whispered. "I'm in love. Oh my god, oh my god."

"Well?! What are you waiting for?!"
Asahi turned, surprised to see Noya standing behind him with a proud grin. He slapped the ace's back. "You need to confess! Look at you- you're even blushing!"

"Yeah, you can do it Asahi!"

"You've got this man!"

Asahi smiled shyly, nodding rapidly. "O-Okay! I'll do it!"

Asahi actually loved the sound of his teammates encouraging yells.

The next day, he walked into the garden with his head held high. Asahi poked his head around a tree, happy to see (M/N) sitting in their usual spot. He had his ukulele again, plucking and humming. He seemed in an even better mood than usual. Asahi walked over, waving and smiling. "Oh, hi Asahi," (M/N) greeted, his plucking coming to a stop. "How was your day?"

"It was good, so far. How about yours?" Asahi answered and returned, sitting down in front of his companion. "Your teacher didn't embarrass you again, right?"

"No Asahi, I'm fine," (M/N) giggled. "And my teacher left me alone; she even apologized!"
Asahi sighed in relief, happy to see that his friend was at peace once again. They began to eat their food, and when (M/N) finished his, he picked his ukulele back up. "Any requests dear?" He asked, smiling sweetly, as he usually did.

"Uh.. anything is fine."

(M/N) hummed, then smiled. "Alright," he said.
He tuned his ukulele, then tapped his fingers on the wood. After a few seconds, he pressed his fingers on the frets and used his other hand to start slowly strumming. "I make enough mistakes, and it feels like he's the only one that hears the things I say. So if for any reason there's some miscommunication or I'm lying to his face," he sang, smiling when he changed the pronouns in the song. Asahi caught his heart skipping a beat. "My immaturity and habits gettin' in the way, 'cause I can barely breathe and I don't know how I'll explain myself this time - wish it wasn't a case of 'this time'."

Asahi scooted closer to (M/N), closing his eyes and listening to the other boy's voice and playing. Their knees brushed against each other, and he gulped.

"But why can't I be any other boy that doesn't need a hand in love? Someone that I would trust.. how did I fail to give you all the love that you deserve?" (M/N) sang, now looking back up at Asahi. He giggled at his friend's pink face, leaning a bit closer. "When you're the only thing that's worth what life is worth."

"Wh-?" Asahi whispered, then his eyes slowly widened in realization.

"And I don't mind if you hate me, 'cause baby if I were you , I would probably hate me too," (M/N) continued, pouting and leaning back again. "I said that I don't mind if you hate me, 'cause baby if I were you.. I would probably hate me too.." he completed, trailing off. He put the ukulele down, putting his hands in his lap cutely. "Well?"

"I-I could never hate you!" Asahi blurted out, grabbing (M/N)'s shoulders. "I like you way too much to hate you! I mean, my friends think I'm in love with you! They're probably right, I-I don't know! Yeah, they are! I- JEKSOMWDM!"
He panicked and leaned in, connecting their lips with noses bumping. (M/N) froze, and Asahi felt himself do the same. He was about to pull back and apologize, but he stopped when he felt a hand gripping his collar. He looked down. (M/N) was gripping his collar. His (E/C) eyes were shut, his lips curling in the corners. He was smiling.

Asahi relaxed and shut his eyes, his hand shakily moving to (M/N)'s cheek. He tasted the (favorite flavor) chapstick on his lips, which were soft/rough. And finally, his lungs began to feel weak. He pulled back, gasping for air as he opened his eyes again. (M/N) opened his eyes as well, then smiled. "I didn't know you were so bold Asahi," he whispered. "But I liked. Just as I like you."

"R-Really?!"

"Mhm," (M/N) hummed. He eased Asahi down so that his knees were on either side of (M/N)'s hips, looking up/down at him. "I like you a lot. Perhaps it's safe for me to say I love you as well," he said. He blushed and looked away sheepishly. "And that kiss.. it was wonderful.."

Asahi smiled. He pulled his lover into another kiss, but this time, it was sweet and short. "I'm happy it was," he whispered before connecting their lips once again.

That day, Asahi realized the one noise he cherished most was the sound of (M/N)'s voice. Because it was caring, sweet, gentle, and everything he could ever ask for.

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MEKSKSKRNWOAMRNAKAKRND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 🥺💕💗💕💝💘💝💘💞💗💞💝💖💘💝💞
this might be my favorite one shot beside the daichi ones???? nekskwjfnd
sorry if the ending was rushed though,,, I found out my great grandfather passed away yesterday while I was writing this, so I was trying to comfort myself and get it done.

next up: kuroo x dancer! male reader
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