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[ 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. ]

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.]

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

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.

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. ]

[ the way daichi hisses out smoke next to him says "one more word and I will throw you off this roof" well enough. ]

I can't believe I let you and Suga talk me into keeping them this long.

[ No one has ever doubted you less than Asahi. #realfacts

But he's still going to smile, because he's in on the secret. ( And maybe that's what's kept him around all this time; what's pulled him into this life so deeply he's not sure how the other half lives anymore. He'd take Diachi's secrets to the grave, so long as he could be a part of them. ) ]

They're probably all kinds of unsafe.

[ Like that.. matters... ]

No shit, they must be a hundred years old.

[he's kind of laughing about it, because really, who gets sentimental about lawn furniture? Daichi kind of wants to throw them off the roof, if only to get exact his (totally useless) revenge.]

[ THIS BONEHEAD!!

Well, not really. The chairs are just a more manageable part of the bigger picture. But if someone were going to get sentimental about lawn furniture, would Daichi really put his bets on anyone else??

Genuine and just the right side of careless, Daichi's laughter pulls a reciprocal chuckle from Asahi. He's pretty much always been able to, and it's both a blessing and a curse. ]

Are you doubting the quality of Ukai's product?

[daichi gives asahi the most dead panned stare a human man can make.]

Yes.

[go to hell u betraying lawn chairs]

[ someone is salty af ]

Alright. [ Any hope Asahi had of being melancholy is lost entirely as he's seized by laughter he really shouldn't give into. He's trying, with a hand curled into a fist in front of his mouth to muffle his laughter, he's really trying-- but apparently so is Daichi. ]

Next time I see him, I'm going to tell him that.

[ He wouldn't dare. But its the effort of the empty threat that counts, right? ]

[he would be too if it happened to him!

but asahi starts laughing... and it's all downhill from there. daichi starts chuckling, and it devolves into the two of them full on laughing.]

Good, I'm holding you to that ace.

[ Maybe he should have just gone to Daichi with this... whatever it was, swimming around in his chest, in the first place. Or maybe it's that Suga's been gone on assignment too long, and Daichi's been busy, and it's felt like there's been no time for this kind of thing between them. A cigarette and a laugh, the gentle teasing that's still helping him grow into his skin.

Asahi fishes his cigarettes out of his pocket, the need for one (to calm his nerves, to fit him back into his skin) giving way to the simple, uncomplicated want for one. The burn of smoke in his nostrils, coiling savory and thick in his lungs. ]

Wouldn't you have to leave your office once in a while, to do that?

[ daichi takes the last long breath of his cigarette smoke before blowing it out, letting the laughter go with it and crushes the butt under his heel. ]

I can't dump all the paperwork on Ennoshita and Kiyoko.

[ and there is so much fucking paperwork. it's insane. their taxes had to look in order on false bank accounts and real ones, making mock paper trails here and there, keeping track of not only the sales of their own bar but of the underground merchandise, keeping eyes on their allies as well as their enemies, and the law on top of that. it was endless. at first he didn't mind it, it was part of growing their little gang and making money, but now it drove him mad. there was only so much of this he could do without help, and he was seriously considering pouring more and more of it onto the others.

daichi, in all honesty, needs a solid mission outside the office so he can fucking go already. ]

At least, I can't without a good reason.

[ What Daichi does to keep this operation afloat, to skirt them past the prying eyes of the government and under the radar of the ever increasing police presence in Miyagi, not to mention the way he always seems to get just what he wants from their allies without giving too much in return-- its incredible to Asahi. He knows they work as a team, they're all bargaining chips in the shape of people with very specific skills, but Daichi pulled them all together. He keeps them working as a unit, toward-- if not peace, then at the very least, cohabitation.

Asahi lights up, pulling in his first blissful lungful of smoke as he shakes the flame from the match's tip. ]

Maybe have Tsukishima and Yamaguchi stay in tonight? Ennoshita likes Yamaguchi enough. [ Jury's still out on Tsukishima, but that's how these things go. Asahi's smile is little more than an upward curve of his lips as he exhales, feeling oddly excited at offering to hit the streets with Daichi. ] Let's make sure their run is done right. Call it a quality control measure, and you might even get it by Kiyoko...

[ ...oh, now there is an idea. things got so busy as soon as all the new recruits came in that daichi and the others poured their time into teaching them all how to work on the streets and in the bar, but very little on the behind the scenes considerations. to be fair, he's not sure kageyama or hinata would be good at it, much like the way tanaka and nishinoya were absolute shit at it, but yamaguchi and tsukishima would definitely be good. plus, asahi and kiyoko had just pulled in yachi, who was more than excelling in keeping their books straight.

a grin, a real honest one cracks over his face, because of all people it's asahi giving him ideas to play hookey from work. not like he was going to complain - he's been missing the simple, more dangerous work of patrolling the streets. ]

That's not a bad idea at all, the two of them and Yachi, and Kiyoko and Ennoshita could teach them the ropes to work on the papers in the future when they're in.

[ like work training, you know, except about blood money. classic! ]

[ What is the point of having underlings if you can't ruin their nights by stealing their cool job and foisting your boring paperwork on them? No point, that's what.

Asahi flicks some ash off the tip of his cigarette, pleased with how quickly Daichi is taking to the suggestion. It's been a while since they've gone on a run together; their schedules demanding they leave the simpler, but arguably more fun tasks, to their less versed members. ]

Dibs on not telling them their shift's been swiped from under them.

[ Asahi: so full of good ideas he has no room for courage. ]

No, you're telling Ennoshita, Kiyoko, and Yachi, I'll inform the rest of them.

[ Dacihi: not letting him get away with that shit, not ever. He only concedes to taking Tsukishima and Yamaguchi because he's not sure they'd listen to anyone else. ]

[ Well, that deal worked out suspiciously in Asahi's favor.... The amount that Asahi adores Yachi is kind of unreasonable, and he doesn't have nearly as much trouble talking to Kiyoko or Ennoshita as he does with most people. Surely they'll be fine with accommodating Yamaguchi and Tsukishima...

Unless-- ]

They... are supposed to be working tonight, right?

[ Daichi..... dont be a dick...... ]

Ennoshita is supposed to be on patrol watching Wakun, and Kiyoko was on schedule to work the bar. But it should be fine to change that around.

[ basically: they're stealing ennoshita's job for a joy ride and mostly to scare the shit out of wakun because, well, he said so. what's the fun in being the big boss if you can't just screw around with schedules on occasional whims? ]

[ In the relative scheme of things, Daichi has screwed Asahi over in worse ways before. Swapping schedules is far less of a bargaining act than getting people to come in when they've already settled into the mindset of having the day off-- or, night, seeing as the sun is slowly losing its battle to the horizon.

Asahi pulls in another satiating lungful of nicotine, the tip of his cigarette flaring red. ]

Okay, okay. Let's do this. [ Taking one last drag, Asahi leans over and stubs his cigarette out on the roof's cool cement tiles, keeping the filter in hand because he hardly has to look cool in front of Daichi. Besides, this is their property; littering on it seems backwards. ]

I'll meet you out front in, uh [ They don't really need to be dressed up for a joy ride, but Daichi probably wants a chance to change-- as well as wrangle the younger members into their new job for the night. ] Twenty minutes, or so?

Make it thirty, I'm not sure when Tsukishima will be back.

[ he's actually really excited - he hadn't done this in what feels like months. usually if he goes out it's for business, whether for pick ups or for catching some very specific people, or setting something up (diplomatic or otherwise). getting to do the basics, especially with asahi, would be a fun change of pace.

and really, what could POSSIBLY go wrong? ]

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u wouldnt play wit my heart!!

never u precious fluffernutter child

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