Chapter Two [Asahi the Gentle, Giant Dork]
After a week of attending practices upon request of Hinata, you got to meet more of the members over that short period; Sawamura, Sugawara, Tanaka, even Shimizu. Although, you had yet to meet Azumane (or Asahi as everyone seemed to call him).
He seemed a little unapproachable; given the fact he would avoid you at all costs. Even when you were only a good distance away from him, he would move over a few feet.
You asked Sugawara why he would do that, but he just shrugged. So you decided to confront the guy up-front.
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"Asahi-san, wait!" You ran up to the tall third year, grabbing his shirt to stop him as you tried to catch your breath. He turned, allowing you to let your hand drop, a confused look etched into his facial expression.
"I wanted to ask you something," you huffed out quickly, taking a deep breath as you leaned back, "why are you avoiding me?"
Asahi looked nervous, fidgeting with his hands a bit. "I---uh, um, d-don't know?" He didn't seem too sure of his answer. Cocking an eyebrow, you leaned on one leg, placing a hand on your hip.
"You don't have to lie, y'know. You can tell me; I won't laugh, I swear," you said, slightly frowning as he seemed to get more uncomfortable. Maybe he thought you were intimidating, or something along those lines? Why else would he be so jittery around you?
Asahi bit his lip, being careful to avoid your inquisitive gaze. Taking a few seconds to decide whether to be honest or not, finally coming to the conclusion to just be honest. He turned back to you, looking you in the eye for a split second before he was bent at the waist, shouting the words, "I think you're pretty!"
You stood there, shocked at what he had just blurted out. "Well then..." biting your lip, you glanced to the other side of the gym, "wasn't expecting that."
Asahi stayed down, embarrassment flooding his system. How could he have just said that out loud?
"At least, I know you don't hate me," you said, scratching the side of your head. Asahi looked up slowly, a questioning look on his face.
"You thought I hated you?" He asked, his posture now straight up.
"Well, yeah. I mean, you never talked to me, never looked at me, you wouldn't even stand near me," you explained, "that definitely gives the impression that you, at least, don't like me."
Frowning, Asahi looked at you little guiltily. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean for it to seem like that."
"It's fine, but can you, ya know, not avoid me anymore?" You said, removing your hand from your hip and gripping the strap to your bag.
"Yeah," pausing, he looked a little unsure of himself before shaking his head. "Yeah! I can do that."
"Cool," walking past him, you patted his shoulder. Stopping a little ways behind him, you turned back around. "Actually, can I ask a small favor of you?"
"Hmm?" He turned as well to see you. "Sure, what is it?"
"Can you walk me home? I know this is a strange request, but Hinata already left to practice more with Kageyama and he usually walks home with me," you shyly looked away, not seeing the returning red of Asahi's cheeks.
"S-Sure."
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Walking home with Asahi wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be. In fact, it was quite fun. The both of you got to know more about each other, and you came to find that the tall boy was just a giant dork with a heart of glass. Like Cas, you had thought.
"Oh man, it was just the best thing ever!" You shouted, waving your hands as you finished your short story, smiling widely. Asahi walked behind you, hands in his pockets, as he watched you talk about your first convention for a show he didn't bother to catch the name of.
Turning to him, you said, "Actually, you kind of remind me of one of the actors."
He raised an eyebrow at you. "Oh, I do?"
"Yeah, I mean, you look like him; long hair, really tall, super friendly, that sort of thing," you slowed your pace to walk in step with him.
"I can't tell if the first two traits are good or not."
"They are. Well, I think they are," you said, spotting your house little ways away. Picking up your pace, you skipped up to your front door. Asahi ran to catch up with you.
"I guess this is where we part," he said. You nodded a bit sadly. You unlocked the door and cracked it open. Turning quickly, you stood on your tippy-toes, kissed his cheek, then slipped through the door, slamming it shut.
Asahi stood on the other side, a blush evident on his cheeks. He went home that day with a smile on his face.