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[uneasily]

( o n e )
[ Bad habits are easy to pick up, and hard to put down. That's what his mother had said, tossing his pack of Luckies on his bed all those years ago. He hadn't quit, because he was young and stupid and convinced the nicotine helped calm him down. Helped keep a distance between who he was and who he needed to appear to be when standing beside Koushi and Daichi, trying to rebuild the Karasuno name. To have it mean something. Asahi doesn't like hurting people, but he knows how to make it look like he does.

The cigarettes are probably killing him, but he's willing to bet that won't matter in the long run. ]

( t w o )
[ The real problem with the gang lifestyle isn't all the blood that ends up on your hands-- and there is a bit, whether it ends up there directly or indirectly. In reality, it's all the blood that ends up on your clothes. Bright red on white that fades to rust, and eventually, just a pitiful lackluster brown, like a reminder that everyone eventually returns to the dirt. Its why they tend to dress down when they think there will be trouble; leaving the pressed white shirts and waist coats at home for things more easily thrown away.

Pulling at his shirt in the quiet of the back room, Asahi thinks he might actually have to burn it. There's too much blood spatter for it to go unnoticed should someone go looking through his trash. A shame, given that it was a gift... ]

( t h r e e )
[ For all the fingers that Karasuno has in various pies, there's a lot of down time to be accounted for. A lot of it. Some members handle it better than others. Asahi enjoys these peaceful times (probably because he thinks of them as such) when they can just be regular people. The threat of being tailed or targeted is always present, in this life it's inescapable, but he enjoys the simple things. Running errands, perusing the market, picking up flowers. ]

two /stitches self to

[callmesempai]

[ it's late enough where most of the light in the hall is from the moon, and nishinoya rubs the sleep out of his eyes. he's exhausted, even if he didn't have huge pressing errands to run, just a few protection details, it still took a lot out of him. actually, it was probably more exhausting because of how boring the day was. whatever. details.

of course, when he comes into the room he comes to a dead stop at the sight of asahi. he's go blood all over him, and he looks miserable, like he just lost a fight or accidentally hurt a back alley dog.

he keeps his voice quiet as he speaks, trying not to startle him. ]

What the hell happened?

starts knitting add ons for all my sweaters

[uneasily]

[ The effort is appreciated, it really is, given Nishinoya's tendency for boisterousness, but Asahi startles nonetheless. If he'd expected anyone would still be here this late, he would have just gone back home.

Its obviously too late for him to turn around, maybe pretend like it's not as bad as it looks, but he has to at least try to keep this quiet. He hates to worry the other members. ]

It's nothing, really.

shrieks with delight

[callmesempai]

Asahi...

[his voice toes the line between incredibly judging and weirdly tender. nishinoya has gotten really good at reading people since he joined the gang, but that skill is totally unnecessary after seeing the blood splatter all over asahi's front. unlike daichi, suga, ennoshita, hell, unlike everyone, asahi likes the fights and kills to be as clean as possible. this much blood means something must've gone awry.]

[uneasily]

[ A small cringe at Nishinoya's tone; one Asahi doesn't feel he exactly deserves right now. When things get out of control like they did tonight, when he has to hold a man down with his bare hands and watch the fight fade from him, he never feels quite right afterwards. It doesn't matter that he was doing right by the community, by Karasuno, by the brotherhood-- it still leaves him feeling raw and unmanageable.

Swallowing. ]

C-could you grab my spares?

[ They all keep changes of clothes here, just in case. It's a bid for time, a request that they not talk about it-- even if just not right now. ]

[callmesempai]

[he pauses for a long, silent moment, almost like he's thinking about it. almost.]

Yeah, sure.

[he slips away to the spares closet, pulling out asahi's things. it's not like he had everyone's spots memorized, but it's easy to find the biggest set of clothes. nishinoya couldn't help but sigh as he closed the closet and made his way back - he wished asahi would just tell him shit instead of acting so scared. they've had some really, really rocky moments together and pushed through it, the least he could do was trust nishinoya sometimes.]

Here.

[uneasily]

[ The temptation to slip out through the emergency exit and avoid this conversation entirely is almost overwhelming, but Asahi is tired and the blood on his formerly crisp white dress shirt is starting to crust. Running away from Nishinoya is only going to make matters worse.

He's got his holsters off, set on the counter where they hopefully won't stain anything else, and half his shirt undone by the time Nishinoya comes back. ]

Thank you.

[ He tugs his shirt tails out of his pants, and at least those are still white-- though his fingers smear blood across the pearly buttons as he undresses. Asahi doesn't want the conversation to come back to him so quickly, which he knows will happen if he leaves Nishinoya a moment to get back on track, so he asks, ]

What are you doing here so late?

[callmesempai]

Don't mention it.

[asahi couldn't outrun a parkour and annoyed nishinoya, so there isn't really a point in trying.

he sits up on the counter, watching asahi change, taking note of all that blood getting on his hands, his buttons, on the fabric of his white white clothes. he doesn't mind going off track for now, but there's no way he can let it go for the rest of the night.]

I just got back from protection detail around the warehouses, and I wanted to get some stuff I left here.

[uneasily]

[ High hopes, and all that. ]

Tanaka went home?

[ Not that Asahi knows either of their schedules, but they're usually together if they can wrangle it that way. It's asked offhandedly-- as conversational as one can get while covered in another man's blood-- like he isn't mostly asking for selfish reasons. Asahi didn't expect an audience of one for this-- he definitely doesn't need Tanaka rounding the corner any minute, ready to add fuel to Nishinoya's fire. ]

one did u think i was jOKING

[corvidad]

[ Daichi knew Asahi well enough that if he really wanted to smoke to calm down, he'd go to the roof and sit just behind the shed where there were no good vantage points for snipers. He doesn't get the craving for cigarettes, not really, but he likes to have a smoke once in a while. Plus, it gives him a good excuse to talk to the big lug. So he heads up the stairs, dressed down in jeans and a hoodie he stole from Asahi years ago, knowing he won't have to look presentable for another hour or two. It's cool in the early evening, the breeze carding through his hair as he pulls a cigarette out of the box in his pocket, rolling it between leather-clad fingers.

(he's gotten into wearing the habit of wearing those tight, black leather gloves so often it's almost strange to go outside without them, regardless of circumstance.)

he comes up next to asahi, figuring he's not being that subtle when the fucking door always slams.]

You got a light?

u wouldnt play wit my heart!!

[uneasily]

[ They should really invest in some furniture up here, more than the little plastic folding chairs that always feel too rickety to trust your full weight on. With the kind of cash they pull in now, and the connections they've made, there's no real reason to keep these things around. They're probably more of a liability than they're worth. But somehow, they manage to stick around, like nostalgia or last night's mistakes. He's pretty sure they've managed to drag these pitiful plastic chairs all around Miyagi-- from Ukai's back room when they were just starting this whole thing, to here, a building of their own, looking out on the city they're trying to make an empire.

( Asahi has long since accepted that he won't know Daichi's there unless he wants him to know. The slamming of the door is a courtesy he didn't have to afford. )

From his seat, Asahi looks up at Daichi- dressed down in a hoodie he hasn't seen in ages. ] That looks familiar.

[ He hasn't exactly committed to smoking just yet, his pack still tucked away safely in his pocket, but he'll fish his matches out for Daichi, since he asked. There are two other plastic chairs still folded and leaning against the shed, but Daichi will do as he pleases. ]

never u precious fluffernutter child

[corvidad]

Huh, wonder why.

[totally not going to admit to stealing it, nope. then again, asahi should know better - suga probably doesn't even own any of his own casual clothes, it's all stolen from the two of them.

he takes the matches and lights his cigarette, leaning up against the shed wall. daichi personally hates the plastic furniture that's up here, after the fourth chair they had broke right under his own ass. a story that's funny now, but definitely wasn't then. he's pretty sure they're only up here because the younger members like having it when they come up here to do... whatever they do.]

You're not gonna smoke? [he hands the matchbox back to asahi.]

c:

[uneasily]

[ Asahi honestly wonders if his gifts are strategically bought to eventually end up back in Suga and Daichi's wardrobes-- not that he minds, or will likely ever get a definitive answer about the phenomenon either way. Still, he can't help the small smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth when Daichi deflects his question. ]

Must be my mind playing tricks on me.

[ The matches rattle around in the box as Daichi hands them back. He's running low. He'll need to pick up another box from behind the bar. Turning the box over in his palm, so the glossy black crow catches the low light of fading day on the all black box. Not many places still hand matchboxes out, but Asahi has a soft spot for them-- and Daichi can be sweet, when he isn't being terrifying. ]

I thought I was going to. [ Asahi watches Daichi take a drag off his; indecisive, but that's nothing new. ] Still might.

[corvidad]

[ daichi takes a long drag, and laughs a little on the exhale. comfortable clothes was meant to be worn in bigger sizes, so sue him.

he's a little surprised that asahi isn't smoking yet. coming up here with the chill just for fun with near-dead plastic didn't seem quite his speed, after all. smoking was always more asahi's vice than his own, even if it was for the honest reason of helping him calm down. (it was a wonder that he got in so deep with them in karasuno, but daichi wouldn't want it any other way). ]

A penny for your thoughts?

[uneasily]

[ The cool air helps to clear his head, a clean slice through the haze of comfort afforded inside. It reminds him of when they were first starting out, scraping materials together and getting by with some impossible concoction of sheer luck and the knowledge that they had nowhere to go but up. He doesn't exactly miss it, those weren't peaceful or profitable times, but there was something smaller about what they were doing then. More manageable. Like the world could fit in their palms, if they could just get out from under the heels of those trying to keep them down.

The world is much bigger than they could have ever imagined. ]

Do you remember when we first set up shop, in Ukai's back room? [ Ashai can't help the small smile that creeps onto his face. ]

[corvidad]

How could I forget?

[it was hard, really hard, but they had each other, they had their dreams. of course, daichi might not remember everything 100%, mostly because he can't remember when the fuck he slept. they were all so busy, so paranoid that anything could come out and get them, that at any given moment something horrendous would tear through their wings one more time and send them crashing into the dust before you could say icarus. somehow, it had all worked out, and now they were standing on the roof looking down on the world instead of huddled in some gutter looking up at it.]

We've still got his stupid plastic chairs.

[uneasily]

Hey, these chairs are survivors. [ Quite... literally...

He's absolutely not looking Daichi in the eye after that. He'd sooner jump off the roof. ]

two - hi?

[reserveset]

[ Sugawara feels guilty, seeing Asahi like this. He was the one who suggested to send Asahi to that meeting, knowing that there's a possibility that it could go south. He had the most experience, he was hardened, and whether the big guy liked it or not, he was their ace.

Things were starting to take its toll, wasn't it? Sugawara would apologize but it felt like that would be an insult to all their efforts.

He steels himself, grins and gives Asahi a hardy slap on the back. ]

Asahi!

reaches gently for your face hello!

[uneasily]

[ It isn't Suga's fault. Asahi knows that. They've all got their parts to play and it just happens that sometimes Asahi can't avoid the more brutal aspects of the part he plays best.

Ace.

He's not sure he deserves the title-- a code name that holds a legacy of sorts. Asahi knows there are others in Karasuno who would have it if he ever stepped down, but he hasn't relinquished the title just yet. There are still jobs to be done, and people he needs to know are protected.

Even if the lifestyle does ruin his shirts, and possibly his back. ]

Suga! Not so hard!

[reserveset]

Sorry, sorry.

[ He gets to say it anyway, even if it isn't for what he wants to apologize for. His shoulders were so tense before that. He warms his clammy hands inside his pockets.

Asahi still reacts like Asahi. What a relief. ]

I guess I don't have to ask you how that went.

[uneasily]

I'd appreciate it if you didn't.

[ With Suga's hands safely tucked away, Asahi feels safer tending to the situation at hand-- specifically, stripping his shoulder holster off to get at his badly stained shirt. It's almost comical, how the blank shape of his holster remains in the wake of the blood spattered across his chest.

Almost.

Asahi isn't like the rest of them, not nearly hard enough to find this part of the life they live at all amusing. Not when it's Suga tossing soiled gloves into the back room's incinerator, nor when it's his own clothing being sacrificed to the fire. ]

Daichi still around?

[reserveset]

[ He still has to ask about it tomorrow, but tonight he'll let the topic slide. He's just grateful that Asahi returned safely. ]

When is he not? Daichi's probably cooped up in his office like usual.

[ His shoulders sag, defeated, as he leans on the wall. Since he was advised to lie low and take a more administrative role in the organization, Sugawara had more time to observe the changes in his friends. Asahi seems shorter after every mission, which would normally seem like a very silly thought.

Except it's not.

He can't see how stained Asahi's shirt is from behind, but a familiar and heavy scent of blood was coming from his old friend. It might be ruined for future use. ]

Right. The old lady from the tailor shop was asking about you.

[uneasily]

[ That Suga doesn't press the issue, takes the immediate weight of expectation off his shoulders. Even though he's their ace, he appreciates it; Suga's attention to detail, his understanding of, if not how, then at the very least that Asahi is put together differently.

They'll still have Asahi's debrief by morning, but for now he needs to focus on separating himself from the evidence. ]

Oh? [ Despite the shirt being absolutely ruined, Asahi plucks the pearlescent buttons from their holes with gentle fingers. He's delicate, with the things he can be. With the things in his life that will let him. Under the overwhelming scent of blood, there's fondness in Asahi's voice as he pulls his shirt tails from his pants. ] You were in that area today? I hope she wasn't upset with me for not coming by more recently...

Why did you kill mad dog-chan tho ;A;

[reserveset]

No, she wasn't upset.

[She did give Sugawara a stern talking to about their life choices, how Sugawara shouldn't trouble that nice, big and gentle young man, and how they should all stop ruining all her hard work on their suits. But that's nothing Sugawara couldn't handle and not something Asahi needs to know right now, especially the first two parts.

He turns his head away, but he scans Asahi's back for any visible injuries with his peripheral vision.]

I think she misses you. I don't know what you're doing to all these old ladies and housewives but you're very popular.

three!

[acespiker]

[Why Oikawa sent him to trail after Azumane of all people, Iwaizumi doesn't know. Probably because he's bored and thought the report would interest him when absolutely nothing else seems to be happening.

Unfortunately, because absolutely nothing else is happening Iwaizumi couldn't sensibly refuse the pointless task. So here he is, following Azumane who is... buying flowers. Riveting.]