"And then I just moved to the side, because you'd never guess it but Ennoshita is really scary."

Asahi laughed dryly. He wasn't a fool, but Nishinoya's attempts at making him feel any better were feeble and weak. Every time he tried to feel happy, he just...couldn't. There was a hole in his heart, and every day it seemed to grow larger. Some of his most treasured moments were with his grandmother, and now all of those moments were gone.

Noya's phone went off, and he picked it up, then let out a long, heavy sigh and fell into his boyfriend's chest, making him stumble a little before Azumane caught them both. "What is it?" He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. He mumbled something that the brunette couldn't make out.

"What?"

"Tanaka sent me homework that I have to get done."

"Wait. Don't tell me you played hooky just to see me."

"M'kay. I won't."

"Yuu, you need to keep your grades up!"

"They are up! I've managed a B in every subject. I've even got an A in modern lit!"

"You have an A in modern lit and you didn't tell me? We literally call every day!"

"Well it only came in a few hours ago, and in the light of what's happening right now, it didn't seem very important."

"You're always important. Kay?"

"Kay."

Grinning slyly, Azumane quickly wrapped his jacket around Noya and zipped it up, effectively trapping him. As the boy squirmed under its grip, he giggled. "Now you'll have to hug me forever!"

"Never!"

"You don't want to hug me?"

"No, I wanna breathe!"

He finally slipped out, catching his breath, and his hair was sticking out more than usual. For a moment, everything was still, and only Nishinoya's quiet breathing could be heard. Then, Asahi started to laugh. And this time, it wasn't a fake one. No, this laugh was real, realer than anything Noya had heard in the two days he'd been here. And it made him laugh, too, a laughter compounded of relief and joy. Soon, they were in a vicious cycle of laughing, stopping, and laughing again. Once it finally quieted down, the shorter one spoke.

"If I punch myself in the face and it hurts, am I strong, or am I weak?"

"It depends on what you're going for. For example, if the goal is to hurt someone, you're strong. If the goal is to not feel pain, then you're weak. However, if you do it with intent, you're stupid."

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"Are you saying I'm wrong?"

"Jeez, Azumane. I'm hurt. You wound me."

"Yeah, yeah. Do you wanna go get some food?"

"Sure. But I'm checking it for gluten."

"You mean the same way you always do? I can read, ya know. English was actually my best subject."

"...the labels are in Japanese."

Asahi smacked his forehead with his hand.

"So we live in Japan, huh? Gee, I didn't know."

"Hey!"

"Anyway, lets go to Suga's place so I can get my wallet."

They walked back to Suga's apartment in a comfortable silence, one that didn't weigh down on their shoulders. It wasn't a happy day, per se, but it certainly was happier.