falling [asanoya/ennotana] 🌦

a Proper sleep schedule? who is She?

.nishinoya.

i got off the plane as quickly as possible, although i felt a little dizzy since the landing was a bit rough.

as soon as i got back into the main area of the airport, i looked all around for asahi, since he said (or at least heavily implied) that he would be here.

i spotted a tall man with long, brown hair and glasses nearby, and gasped. it was him!

"asahi!" i called out, walking faster.

he looked up, and waved at me, a smile on his face.

i broke out into a run, and hugged him as soon as i was close enough.

"oof," he said, because i kind of ran into him with full force.

"i'm back!" i said, pulling away.

"you're back!" he repeated happily.

"and you're here! at the airport! even though it's like, midnight!"

he blushed.

"yeah, i just missed you. and i figured you might need a ride and a place to spend the night. if that's okay."

my eyes widened.

"yes! i would love that! i missed you too."

i hugged him again for a while.

"we should probably go get your bags now," he observed after several moments.

"that's a good idea," i agreed.

after a quick bathroom trip, we walked back through the airport, which was mostly empty at this time of night, to where the luggage carousel was.

"so i've just got one other suitcase, and this backpack," i said, shrugging my shoulders to indicate the backpack itself.

he nodded.

"what does it look like?"

"well, i got it custom printed with my face on it so i could never lose it."

he made a slightly disgusted face and i laughed.

"nah, i'm joking, it's plain black with a bunch of stickers all over."

"that's definitely better than a suitcase with your face on it."

"what's wrong with my face?!"

he laughed.

"nothing, nothing. i like your face, i would just be embarrassed for you if it was on a suitcase."

"well damn."

he just shrugged.

another minute or two passed before i spotted it.

"ooh! there it is!"

i went over and grabbed it, set it down, and walked back over to asahi.

"let's get out of here, i'm tired," i complained.

"yeah, me too. the drive to my place is about an hour."

i nodded.

"i can take the first shift."

"what? no, you're not driving, i can drive us."

"well, i guess if you insist."

he nodded firmly, and i leaned on his arm for support.

"that tired, huh?"

"yeah."

"did you get any sleep on the plane?"