Sports Drabbles: Volleyball

Haikyuu!!
F/F
Gen
M/M
Multi
G
Sports Drabbles: Volleyball
Summary
A collection of drabbles and ficlets written during the Sports Anime Shipping Olympics (SASO, 2015-2016) and Sports Winter Anime Games (SWAG, 2016) for Haikyuu!!
Note
This is a collection of short fills written for Haikyuu!! during the Sports Anime Shipping Olympics (SASO) in 2015 and 2016 and the Sports Winter Anime Games (SWAG) in 2016. Each fill is 400-1000 words, and each "chapter" is named with the relevant ship or characters as well as a brief summary of the ficlet.Some of these short fills may, someday, be reworked and expanded upon into proper-length oneshots. They are also largely written for speed rather than quality so may be somewhat lacking compared to more polished fics, but for now, I hope you enjoy!
All Chapters Forward

Asahi/Suga, Trust

Somehow, it always caught people off-guard when they learned that Asahi and Sugawara were dating. And had been, in fact, since the end part of their first year. They’d had their false starts and ups and downs, like any young couple, but by the time they were in their third year of high school and second year of dating, it had smoothed out into something easy and comfortable.

Which wasn’t to say they didn’t still hit bumps along the way.

Asahi noticed it in Suga’s toss, during that first game back when he’d rejoined the volleyball team and they’d played together with the Neighbourhood Association team. Just the slightest bit of tension in the ball. It was still a good toss, high and away from the net, just the way he liked it, but. Something was off.

He thought that Suga might be angry with him. He hadn’t said anything to that effect, had mostly just seemed sad and confused that Asahi didn’t feel like he could come back, but still, Asahi wondered.

Asahi was on the team again, though, and Suga was as cheerful as ever, and outwardly, it seemed like everything was back to normal. They still walked home together after practice, and Suga still teamed up with Daichi to tease him, and they still got together at Asahi’s place on the weekends, because his brothers were gone to university and his mother worked a lot and they could almost always get the house to themselves. Everything seemed normal, and Asahi relaxed back into their comfortable rhythm.

It wasn’t until the next time Suga set for them in a match that Asahi realized. The toss was still high and away and it was still… tense. Asahi reflexively slammed the ball to the floor, but he was distracted by the toss and he slipped and fell on his landing, tumbling down with a surprised “oof!”

He heard a familiar tinkle of laughter, and then Suga’s hand was in front of him, and Suga’s voice was saying, “Get up, you big goof.”

Asahi used the offered hand to pull himself to his feet, but he didn’t let go, and tightened his own grip when Suga tried to pull away.

“Um, Asahi? Can I have that back?”

“Suga,” Asahi burst out, a little louder than he’d meant to, and Suga blinked and leaned back in surprise. He faltered, and squeezed Suga’s hand again. “I, um. I’m sorry.”

“For… falling?”

Asahi shook his head helplessly. Suga looked at him quietly for a long moment. Then he squeezed Asahi’s hand, and patted his arm, and said, in a soft voice, “Okay.”

Forward
Sign in to leave a review.