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You were sad again.  Ushijima hated when you were sad because it meant you wouldn't play with him.  You wouldn't race bikes or set a volleyball or even play tag.  He hated that because you were the only kid left in the neighborhood who still played with him despite the fact that he always won.  He always won, but you kept accepting his challenges and you never gave up.  You were the only kid he could play with and still have any fun. But when your parents couldn't get their arguments under control, sometimes being loud enough that Ushijima knew they were at it from his own house, and they got you upset, you wouldn't play.  Sometimes, you wou

Asahi frowned, the feeling of his hair brushing up against his chin finally starting to bother him. He brushed the long strands out if his face, tucking several pieces behind his ear in a vain attempt to get it out of his way. When the strands promptly fell back into place, blocking Asahi's view, he could only sigh in defeat. Ever since his hair tie had decided to snap, the tall third year had been messing with his brown locks, trying to get them to stay put. With his hair out of its usual bun and in his face, he was having such a hard time doing anything. "Asahi-kun, do you want one?" Asahi turned his attention towards his classmate, [Name

It was late. The only sound that could be heard through the small home was the gentle breathing of [Y/N], and the creaking noise that Asahi made when moving around. The girl's eyes slowly opened as she heard something, sleep contorting to concern. She placed to hands by her side, lifting her torso up to look next to her, her husband missing. She peeled back the covers, and rolled off the bed, exploring outside of their room. The creaking became louder, ear pricking as she made her way down the long hall. Stopping in the living room, she found Asahi slowly moving around the room, his arms in a 'waltz' like posture. Leaning against the door f

"Is that one of the dads?" a small manager from DateKou asked a player from her team. "No, stupid!  That's Karasuno's Ace!" he responded, before tacking on quietly, "He just looks even older in that getup." "Even older?!" Asahi Azumane muttered to the group of boys standing around him, looking down at the suit he was wearing for the party.  "I thought it looked cool." Snickering, Suga confessed, "You do look cool...but sophisticated cool...like an old man." "What?!" Asahi exclaimed, as Daichi shot Suga a deadly glare and punched him in the arm. Daichi quickly added, "We've talked about this.  You can't try to be cool.  You just are or yo