Dedicated to ChicagoCat21 for finally starting Haikyuu.

Asahi slid out of the car and stretched his legs. "Thank god I'm out of that thing," he said, and heard murmurs of agreement from his peers. He was still sad from leaving Noya, but he knew he had to get good grades or he'd be kicked out of college.

Besides, he still had the holidays.

A week later, Nishinoya was sitting at his desk finishing his homework. It was an uphill battle for him, but eventually he reached the top.

And then tumbled right back down.

Soon, he turned off his light and decided to go to sleep.

The next day, he got dressed lethargically. He had a test that day and he was not ready. At all. Noya felt the anxiety rise in the form of a small knot and shaking limbs as he sat cross-legged on the bed. Eventually, he forced himself up and walked out the door. He was too nervous to eat.

He had been feeling a lot more anxious and isolated lately.

You've got this, he tried to think as he walked into the classroom. As he sat down, and the papers were placed in front of him, it suddenly became a little harder to breathe. Deep breaths, Yuu. This isn't the first time you've had anxiety. Sure, it's one of the worse bouts, but you can do this.

Probably.

Noya decided not to think that and took a look at the first question. It kind of reminded him of...

A recipe.

"Yuu, there's frosting on your nose! How is that even possible?!"

Asahi laughed and swiped of the sweet substance with his small finger. Noya pouted. "I liked that frosting! It was about to promote me!" He whined. "To what? Chief executive baking assistant?"

"Maybe."

"Well, have this instead."

Asahi gave Nishinoya a kiss right where the frosting had been. The shorter boy smiled. "You're forgiven."

The problems were easier than they first looked. It was almost a miracle. Each time he got stuck on a problem, he just had to imagine he was baking with Asahi, and it just...clicked.

That night, he realized something.

He couldn't do anything without Asahi.

The thought kept him awake all night.

The next morning, he walked to school with a drag in his step. He trudged through the day, and he practically sleepwalked into the changing room. Hinata seemed to notice something was off.

He leaned over to the libero and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Nishinoya was silent for a moment.

"No."

Hinata seemed to know why, because suddenly everyone was out of the locker room and Hinata's phone was in Nishinoya's hands.

Asahi was driving home when his phone rang. He pulled into a parking lot and looked at it. The caller ID read 'Hinata'.

Okay then.

He picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Yuu?"

"Yeah..."

"Are you okay?"

"Not really."

"Do you wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"I just- really miss you is all-"

"I know, but break is coming soon."

"I know, but- it's just so unfair! Why do you have to be all the way in Tokyo? Last year I was so focused on keeping you here, and you've somehow still gone and left."

"...I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. If we're gonna spend the rest or our lives together we might as well make good pay."

"Yeah, I guess so. Do you know what you're going to do when college rolls around?"

"Nope."

"You should start thinking then. Your graduation is only in ten months."

"I know, but I just don't know what to do with my life. I mean, you are my life, all I knew was that I wanted to spend it with you."

"That's sweet."

"Yeah."

"Are you crying?"

A quiet sniffle was all the answer Asahi needed.

"Please don't cry. We'll be together before you know it."

"I know. Thanks. Hinata's phone is about to die, so I'm gonna go."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Click.

Nishinoya looked at the phone in his hand, then sighed and stood up. 

I should give this back to Hinata.

He walked out of the club room to find Hinata waiting there with the first years. "Here. The call with Asahi made it run a little low," he said, and placed the phone into the other's hand. "No problem," Hinata responded.

"And one more thing?"

Nishinoya pulled Hinata into a hug.

"Thank you."

He hadn't even noticed it, but he started sobbing into the younger boy's shoulder as Tanaka discreetly motioned to the first years that they could go into the club room if they wanted. When they got out, the two were still hugging. Hinata was rubbing Noya's back while the third year continued crying. Eventually, he got himself under control, and pulled away from the redhead. As he made his way to the stairs, Haruki caught up to him.

"Nishinoya-san?"

"Yeah?"

"Who's Asahi?"