☁️ yo is it just me or is asahi sEVERELY underrated????? i literally love him wth presented by: this soft sweet teddy bear that deserves the world
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Asahi never liked a lot of noise. It always made him jumpy. Too much noise means too much chaos, and too much chaos means trouble. He always tried to keep the things around him quiet.
But that didn't mean he hated all noises.
He liked the sounds of his friend's voices. They got him to calm down when he had anxiety or jitters. He liked music, it helped him fall asleep.
But God, he had never loved noise as much as the day when he heard ukulele strumming as he walked to volleyball practice. Asahi paused and looked around, trying to see where it was coming from. It was charming and gentle, but loud enough to be heard from where he was standing. He was about to follow it, when he heard Nishinoya scream, "ASAHI, HURRY UP!" from the doors of the gym. He winced and sighed, then nodded and walked away.
The next day, it was the same story. But this time, Asahi managed to hear a few words to go along with the ukulele picking and strumming. He sat down on the steps of the gym, listening with a small smile.
"But I can't help it, I'm falling for you.. And I can't quit it, 'cause I'm stuck on you, and it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical, but I just want to be with you. Please tell me, boy, can you get a clue? Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you- I'm sca-"
"ASAHI!"
Asahi yelped and shot up, running into the gym. He sighed, already missing the voice he had heard outside. It was sweet and gentle, but carried its emotion powerfully. He smiled. He was starting to like noises again.
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Asahi takes it back. He hates noises.
Asahi hates fighting. He hates screaming and yelling, and he hates breaking glass and shattering wood. He hates hearing the fights his neighbors have. He's told his parents, but they won't do anything. It's worse for the anxiety-ridden teen because the neighbor's room is right near his.
Asahi hadn't been able to sleep for the last few nights. He rubbed his eyes as he walked to the school gardens, where kids usually only go for environmental clubs or groups. But luckily, it was usually empty during lunch.
Or at least, he thought it was.
Asahi turned a corner, eyes widening as he spotted a boy with (H/C) hair take a seat under one of the large oak trees. He recognized him as one of Daichi's classmates; (M/N) (L/N). He wasn't one to say much, but when he did speak, Asahi knew it wasn't out of nowhere.
