[Haikyuu!!] AsaNoya; 30 day challenge: spin the bottle
day 06 Spin the Bottle
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: Nishinoya/Azumane
Warnings: alcohol
Word count: 635
“Ryu,” Nishinoya said, putting his foot down. “You can’t become a man if you don’t kiss Suga.”
“I didn’t know that was a rule,” Sugawara said mildly, as Tanaka faced existential anguish noisily into his glass.
One thing they’d learnt from this reunion was that Sugawara could drink everyone in the team under the table. Ennoshita was quietly sleeping on Yamaguchi’s lap, who in turn was slumped against a subdued Tsukishima. Kageyama had dragged Hinata home before he could start puking. Even Sawamura looked a little unfocused. Sugawara called for another drink.
Everything was a little uncertain at the corners of Nishinoya’s eye. Except spin the bottle. Nishinoya was very certain about spin the bottle. It was almost requisite of any group of people who had a large amount of bottles between them. He nudged Tanaka, who was flaunting the rules that had been established at the dawn of time.
Fortunately, Tanaka’s manhood was saved by Sugawara leaning over the table, grabbing him by the lapels, and pulling him into a kiss that made everyone watching awestruck.
After that, the game was abandoned for a while, the table safely turning back to reminiscing. Until Tanaka regained his senses and pointed the finger at the instigator, despite still having a glass in hand.
“Hey,” Tanaka demonstrated, getting a beery arm in the process. “You do it too.”
Nishinoya puffed out his chest. The specially designated spinning bottle went into his belt. Squinting his eyes with purpose, Nishinoya surveyed the table. His fingers twitched as he weighed the seven possible hits that waited with baited breath (except Ennoshita, who was snoring) in the not-silence of the bar. Quick as a flash, he drew. As if in slow motion, a stray droplet flew out and struck Tsukishima on the cheek. Tsukishima grunted.
“Really now,” Sawamura said, slightly too delayed to sound properly disapproving.
Nishinoya decided not to push him any further anyway, and spun the bottle.
They watched with various levels of amusement, dread and apathy as it skittered. Finally, it creaked to a halt, singling out just one person.
Azumane.
Azumane was even more subdued than usual after a dose of alcohol. He’d been smiling a lot at not really anything. At one point he’d been quietly fascinated by rubbing his beard on his jumper. The others had left him to it since he seemed happy enough.
But now Nishinoya was not so certain about spin the bottle. Some kind of twisted fate had interfered, because his ace was still his ace, and how could he not want to kiss Azumane. Except not like this, not when the chances of his feelings being clearly passed across were next to none.
Tanaka leant over, eyes glinting and teeth glinting in a rictus of revenge.
“Do it,” he said.
Warily, Nishinoya got up and made his way round the table, very much aware that his pride was at stake as every conscious eye followed him.
“Asahi-san,” Nishinoya said.
Azumane looked up. A loose strand of hair was stuck to his lips.
Nishinoya cursed everything that he still thought Azumane beautiful. He bent down, slowly as to not startle him. Azumane caught on faster than Nishinoya expected, his head inclining so as to allow Nishinoya perfect nose avoidance. For a moment Nishinoya allowed himself to feel the spiced breath between their mouths mingle, before taking Azumane’s top lip gently but firmly between his own. Nishinoya felt arms come up around his shoulders and his mind went blank.
Unfortunately due more to the alcohol than the kiss, but he at least managed to not fall on anything important.
“I like you too,” Azumane said dazedly.
A glow of happiness surrounded Nishinoya where he lay on the floor.
Sawamura cleared his throat.
“I think we should call it a night,” he said.
Nobody disagreed.
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: Nishinoya/Azumane
Warnings: alcohol
Word count: 635
“Ryu,” Nishinoya said, putting his foot down. “You can’t become a man if you don’t kiss Suga.”
“I didn’t know that was a rule,” Sugawara said mildly, as Tanaka faced existential anguish noisily into his glass.
One thing they’d learnt from this reunion was that Sugawara could drink everyone in the team under the table. Ennoshita was quietly sleeping on Yamaguchi’s lap, who in turn was slumped against a subdued Tsukishima. Kageyama had dragged Hinata home before he could start puking. Even Sawamura looked a little unfocused. Sugawara called for another drink.
Everything was a little uncertain at the corners of Nishinoya’s eye. Except spin the bottle. Nishinoya was very certain about spin the bottle. It was almost requisite of any group of people who had a large amount of bottles between them. He nudged Tanaka, who was flaunting the rules that had been established at the dawn of time.
Fortunately, Tanaka’s manhood was saved by Sugawara leaning over the table, grabbing him by the lapels, and pulling him into a kiss that made everyone watching awestruck.
After that, the game was abandoned for a while, the table safely turning back to reminiscing. Until Tanaka regained his senses and pointed the finger at the instigator, despite still having a glass in hand.
“Hey,” Tanaka demonstrated, getting a beery arm in the process. “You do it too.”
Nishinoya puffed out his chest. The specially designated spinning bottle went into his belt. Squinting his eyes with purpose, Nishinoya surveyed the table. His fingers twitched as he weighed the seven possible hits that waited with baited breath (except Ennoshita, who was snoring) in the not-silence of the bar. Quick as a flash, he drew. As if in slow motion, a stray droplet flew out and struck Tsukishima on the cheek. Tsukishima grunted.
“Really now,” Sawamura said, slightly too delayed to sound properly disapproving.
Nishinoya decided not to push him any further anyway, and spun the bottle.
They watched with various levels of amusement, dread and apathy as it skittered. Finally, it creaked to a halt, singling out just one person.
Azumane.
Azumane was even more subdued than usual after a dose of alcohol. He’d been smiling a lot at not really anything. At one point he’d been quietly fascinated by rubbing his beard on his jumper. The others had left him to it since he seemed happy enough.
But now Nishinoya was not so certain about spin the bottle. Some kind of twisted fate had interfered, because his ace was still his ace, and how could he not want to kiss Azumane. Except not like this, not when the chances of his feelings being clearly passed across were next to none.
Tanaka leant over, eyes glinting and teeth glinting in a rictus of revenge.
“Do it,” he said.
Warily, Nishinoya got up and made his way round the table, very much aware that his pride was at stake as every conscious eye followed him.
“Asahi-san,” Nishinoya said.
Azumane looked up. A loose strand of hair was stuck to his lips.
Nishinoya cursed everything that he still thought Azumane beautiful. He bent down, slowly as to not startle him. Azumane caught on faster than Nishinoya expected, his head inclining so as to allow Nishinoya perfect nose avoidance. For a moment Nishinoya allowed himself to feel the spiced breath between their mouths mingle, before taking Azumane’s top lip gently but firmly between his own. Nishinoya felt arms come up around his shoulders and his mind went blank.
Unfortunately due more to the alcohol than the kiss, but he at least managed to not fall on anything important.
“I like you too,” Azumane said dazedly.
A glow of happiness surrounded Nishinoya where he lay on the floor.
Sawamura cleared his throat.
“I think we should call it a night,” he said.
Nobody disagreed.