[TFLN] noya --> asahi

[praeses]

(continuing from here)

I should have asked. It was stupid for me to even... the entire dumb point of this-

[he was getting muddled and flustered, his alcohol infused mind making it hard for him to say what he needed to. but he also didn't want asahi mad at him, because for some reason he felt like he would. and a part of him just wanted to enjoy this closeness and the warmth of asahi's hand on his bare back.

it was so soothing.]

I wanted to send you a sexy pic as soon as gran and my sister left for some girly spa weekend. I'm home alone and thought it would be fun. But... I kept thinking about it and I was getting nervous because my body isn't good enough, not for pictures like... that. But it's what couples do, right? Flirty pictures.

S-So...

I started drinking until I got the courage-

[and it hits him all at once and the realization stings.]

...to like what I saw in the pictures I took for you.

But I just ended up forcing you into something you don't want and I keep doing that. And you're still so warm, and sweet and perfect.

[fingers curling against his shirt. he hated this side of himself, a side he didn't really know he had until lately.]

You deserve so much better than this, Asahi-san.

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[quailing]

[ that's... a lot to process. and he feels flattered and confused and guilty all at once -- which is sort of a confusing soup of emotions to sort through, so. he blinks slowly as nishinoya's rambling trails off, even though the motion of his hand on the other boy's back never stills. ]

... Nishinoya. [ gently, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of the other boy's head. ] First of all, shouldn't I be the one who gets to decide what I deserve? And I pick you. I'd pick you every time that I got the chance.

[ and he's too focused on nishinoya to even fluster about what he's saying -- instead, he just says what's really on his mind, what he really feels. ] ... and, um. As for the other stuff... what would make you think your body isn't good enough? I mean, if you ask me, your body is --

[ ... okay, here's the flustering. ] ... w-well, um... you know. M-More than enough. Way more.