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the morning after

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① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE?
② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM?
③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY?
④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T...
⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO?
⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN?
⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl?
⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH!
⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT?
⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN!

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[ would you be up for the most confused morning after (morning after what? who knows!) ever? ]

[ hell fucking yes!!! ]

[ waking up on his couch isn't completely out of the ordinary. if he's too tired when he gets home, he crashes there. or if he has a particularly wild (read: alcohol-filled) night with friends, the couch is the first place he heads after walking in.

so, needless to say, ukai doesn't feel any immediate panic when he wakes up on his couch with very fuzzy memories of the night before.

no. the panic sets in when he rolls to his side, looks down, and finds asahi asleep on the floor beside the couch.

in one of ukai's shirts (and some sweats, thank god).

still. it's more than enough to have him scrambling upright on the couch, swinging one foot down to nudge at asahi's leg. ]

Oi. [ despite the panic - and, oh, there's still panic - ukai sounds pretty calm. even if he can't remember things clearly enough, he's sure asahi will be able to explain this. ] Azumane. Wake up.

[ Despite really not wanting to, given the pounding in his head and the uncomfortable fuzziness in his mouth, Asahi rouses at the foot jab and manages enough presence of mind to hazily wonder why his mother is waking him up so rudely. Usually, she'll let him sleep in, and she never calls him Azumane.

As if to add to the strangeness, for some reason his bed is way too firm, and he's pretty sure he somehow fell asleep on a shoe?? He should probably be worried about that... Maybe his mother is mad because he left his shoes on the bed?

None of this really makes sense. Perhaps he's just having a weird dream.

Blearily, Asahi waves a hand around what he considers to be the most likely vicinity of his face. ]

A few more minutes, mom-- promise.

[ Problem solved. ]

[ why does your mother have a man's voice, asahi? why is this not a concern?

ukai sighs and shifts to instead dig his toes into asahi's side. it's not particularly rough, but it's a move that's bound to be harder to overlook than the nudge to his leg. or it'll end up tickling him awake. he hopes that's not the case. ]

Wake up before I have to step on you to get up.

[ he's got no intention of actually stepping on him, but the potential of it might work with the toes against his side. ]

[ she doesnt!! at least.... not usually. that's what doesn't make sense about this- but then again, nightmares don't usually make sense!

unfortunately, Asahi is quickly waking up, because of the uncomfortable feeling of toes jabbing into his side- and this nightmare is about to get 100% Too Real.

His hair is a glorious mess around and in front of his face, his hair tie long since lost and any semblance of order triumphed by a serious case of bedhead. Or, floorhead, as things are, currently.

Why is he on the floor? Why is-

Wait.

Is that- ]

C-coach Ukai?

[ Sitting bolt upright, even if that makes his head spin and his stomach lurch a little crazily. Instinctively, and somewhat groggily, he apologizes for being in the way, ] Sorry!

[ There is not enough time in his entire life for his brain to catch up to the fact that he's in Ukai's way in Ukai's home. ]

[ this entire situation is doing wonders for the hangover he'd be dealing with right now. there's still so much scrambling going on in his head to try to remember what led to this that he can't focus on the sick feeling lingering in the background. the headache, however, is still quite present.

the way asahi looks makes him wonder if they drank together the previous night. and what the hell could possibly lead to something like that. ]

It's okay. [ he waves a hand at the apology then shifts to pull his legs back up on the couch, folding them so he can rest his hands on his knees as he stares at asahi. ]

Do you remember anything from last night? [ this is bound to incite a reaction, he's sure, but there's no point in going around in circles. ]

[ Bracing his hand on the sofa so his head will maybe stop trying to roll off his shoulders, Asahi focuses really hard on not listing bodily into the sofa-- mostly because Ukai is sitting on it. He's pretty much never felt this gross in his entire life, and it kind of sucks to start now, in front of his coach. What happened last night??

Asahi pulls the hand not currently keeping his pitiful body upright through his hair, self-consciously trying to get it something like together even though he knows it's impossible without a brush. Wracking his brain as gently as he can, Asahi can only catch bits and pieces of last night. ]

The team- they were here- er- [ Looking around, Asahi realizes he's in Ukai's home. Going for the more logical route, he amends, ] They were with us, at some point. Weren't they?

[ They were... celebrating... something? ]

[ that answer goes a long way in telling him that there's got to be a huge gap between all of them together and the two of them ending up here. and it also tells him that asahi probably had a decent amount to drink as well if he has to ask questions in return. ]

I think so. [ ukai rubs a hand over his face and closes his eyes, trying to get past the throbbing in his head to think about things. after a few moments, he opens his eyes and looks around, shoving a hand between the cushions of the couch and producing his cell phone after some digging.

flipping it open and checking his mail reveals enough. ] Sensei invited the team-- ah, yeah. We all went out to eat because of how hard everybody's been working.

[ yeah, that doesn't explain this. at all. he looks over at asahi. ]

... Did I take you out to drink after that?

[ Now that Asahi's brain is slowly starting to re-congeal into working order, eating somewhere does sound familiar. He can vaguely remember sitting between Sugawara and Nishinoya, but that's fairly usual when they go out as a team... But-

Oh, yeah.

Asahi just means to blush, but a groan slips out of his mouth too. ]

Obasan and- [ Its a good thing his ears are hidden in the mess of his hair, because they're bright red. ] The sake...

[ While everyone else was busy laughing and tossing goodnatured insults across the table, Ukai had made the mistake of ordering "a round of sake for the adults", which, embarrassingly, had led the the overly-assumptive server to place a cup in front of Takeda, Ukai, and Asahi. Everyone had laughed despite Asahi's embarrassed protests that, if anything, Daichi was the oldest!! But the joke of Asahi looking older than his actual age was an old one between them by now, and neither Daichi nor Sugawara had been any help. Tanaka had offered to dispose of the evidence if Asahi wouldn't- which Takeda-sensei was having absolutely none of. Was it Tsukishima who had said just drink it already? Or was that Ukai? Asahi remembers blonde hair...

Or maybe that was after, when Ukai had- not scolded, exactly, but strongly insisted that Asahi act more his age. Not quake at a little glass of sake, even if he was technically not supposed to be drinking.

He's staring down at his knees, a little miserable, when he notices his clothes. Or, more accurately- ]

This- [ Asahi pulls at the shirt- and there's not exactly a whole lot to pull away from his body. ] Who's shirt is this??

[ the sake. the sake. ukai wants to punt himself as he recalls ordering it and the mistake that came from it. and the teasing that followed because it's entirely too easy for everyone to tease asahi.

he can picture that disapproving look from takeda quite clearly and it makes his head throb again as he can almost hear that voice lightly scolding him for the push to get asahi to drink with them, even if it was just one glass.

but he can remember most of that. eating together, the sake, the laughter over the mistake, the teasing - none of it's all that fuzzy. and he's in the middle of thinking past that - about all of them leaving and parting ways, remembering his walking in the same direction as asahi to begin with - when he hears the question and focuses again. ]

It's mine. [ that's when ukai finally gives in and swings his legs over the edge of the couch again, careful enough to step over asahi's legs as he pushes himself to stand up. there's a wobble before he catches himself and rubs his temples, taking a second to make sure he's balanced before he turns to look down the hall toward his bedroom and-- ]

Shit. [ he finds himself staring at a trail of clothing - most of which seem to be asahi's - and shoes - belonging to both of them - down the hall. ]

[ The way Ukai says mine makes it very clear he doesn't exactly want to entertain any further questions of the why and how variety. Asahi's skin feels suddenly too hot, embarrassment creeping over him like a fever.

Still, he's pretty sure he should remember more than what he does, if all he had was one measly cup of sake. It's not like his parents are overly strict. They celebrate birthdays and new years, holidays and the like, and Asahi has had his fair share of well-meaning cups pushed his way. He's not exactly a fan of the way beer tastes, and sake makes his head spin unpleasantly- kind of like how it is now, only the fun floaty feeling in his stomach has been replaced by a queasy nauseous feeling. Although he hadn't completely disliked that one beer Ukai had bought him-

That's... right.

Ukai had caught up to him, and Asahi had apologized, again, and he'd mustered up the courage to ask- Oh god. He'd asked Ukai if he'd help Asahi figure out what he'd like better than sake....

Asahi feels his stomach lurch, and he's not sure if it's because he's watching Ukai move (a seemingly inhuman feat) or if it's because he's realizing that this situation is entirely his fault. ]

I asked you to- [ aaaand he's going to follow Ukai's gaze over to where he's just made his own horrifying discovery. his shirt is awfully close to the front door.... his pants half in half out of what he can only assume is Ukai's bedroom, as if he hadn't really been thinking while taking them off. ] Show me which beer I might like...

[ there's still some comfort in the fact that both of them are fully clothed. ukai thinks that has to count for something, though he's not sure what at this point.

and they clearly made it to his bedroom and back out. another plus.

he's just working on ways to calm himself from immediately jumping to the worst conclusion and what asahi finally remembers doesn't help. not when he's also starting to piece things together the longer he's awake and the more he's seeing. ]

That definitely explains how we ended up here. [ is his reply when he finally speaks. he turns to glance back at asahi. ] How sick do you feel right now?

[ thanks to the drinking, he means. if there's something worth occupying himself with, it's getting medicine and some kind of hangover remedy for the two of them.

because he's recalling parts of the whys and hows in regards to the clothing as he considers his medicine cabinet. it won't be hard to tell if his thoughts of spilled beer are true once he gets around to collecting the clothing strewn about. and his recollection of offering a change of clothes makes sense, as does asahi already having sweats in his bag.

he runs his fingers through his own messy hair as his shoulders relax a little. maybe it's not so bad after all. ]

[ If Asahi were less polite he'd question how that information in any way explains anything happening right now, but in the sobering light of day he's impossibly polite. Instead, he swallows the incredulous question, forcing the words down his grossly parched throat.

Grimacing, Asahi takes stock of the damage. ]

Bad, but not terrible- [ He tries to push himself up off the floor, to prove his point- something in him eager to rise to the familiar expectations of his coach- when his stomach tries to crawl out of his throat as his head simultaneously tries to roll off his shoulders. Asahi abandons the idea, looking a little green and miserable behind his mess of hair. He amends, ] So long as I don't move around a lot.

[ Resisting the urge to lean his head on the cushion of Ukai's couch, Asahi runs his tongue over the back of his teeth. Gross. ] And really dry.

[ Is it okay for him to ask for water? He's already wearing one of his shirts and sleeping on his floor, everything else should be moot, right?? ]

[ just watching asahi's attempt to move himself is enough to make ukai feel a little ill, so he makes no effort to get him to stand. instead, he moves back closer and offers a hand in case it's needed, feeling bad for having bought him enough to let him end up this way in the first place. ]

Move to the couch and lay down there. It's more comfortable. [ less comfortable than his bed, but there are more than enough reasons not to make that offer. ]

I'll get some water.

[ there isn't much need for asahi to ask since ukai needs some, too. the thought of something for headaches comes to mind as well and he gives asahi one last look over before he turns and heads in the direction of his kitchen, running his hands through his hair along the way.

at least this is a decent distraction from thinking about how the rest of the night might've gone. ]

[ It's easy to let himself take indulge in the suggestion, because he wants to and because of who it's coming from. Ukai smokes and drinks, indulges in the vices of adulthood that Asahi generally shies away from, despite their shocking accessibility. Ukai has experience in situations like this--

Well. Hangovers, at least.

Asahi takes the hand up and manages to flop his body on Ukai's sofa with a miserable little noise as his stomach revolts against the change in position. ]

Thank you. [ He mumbles, burying his face into the sofa's cushion in an attempt to trick his brain into believing there's no exit, so whatever traces of stomach contents he has left might as well just stay put. Deep, slow breaths help. This whole situation is easier to handle from behind his eyelids, and he hasn't even really begun to seriously contemplate the implication of what might have happened. Asahi just hates the thought of inconveniencing anyone, let alone his coach. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the worry that closes in at the base of his throat, inhaling the familiar smell of smoke and artificial lavender from the worn cushions of Ukai's lumpy sofa.

The memory of a lighter flaring to life drifts across Asahi's mind, the cherry red of a burn of the tip of a cigarette up close in the dark, the creeping sizzle of burnt paper and tobacco ringing in his ears like a particularly vivid dream. ]

[ smoking is exactly what ukai wants to do as he wanders around his kitchen. he knows it'd take the edge off of his thoughts and he might relax a little more, but he doesn't have a pack immediately handy and he doesn't want to test whether that'll be the thing that pushes asahi's sick feeling over the edge.

he settles for grabbing a couple of bottles of water then disappearing down the hall to head into the bathroom, grabbing a small bottle out of the cabinet and locating a hairband to push his hair back away from his face.

when he exits the bathroom, he steps over long enough to peer into his bedroom, unsurprised by the way his bedding is messed up. he doesn't bother with it on normal days, so it's not like that's any different from usual. it doesn't help much of anything.

shrugging to himself, he heads back to the living room, opening a bottle of water along the way to take a sip of it. ]

Azumane. [ a cold bottle ends up gently pressed to his arm as ukai comes to a stop beside the couch so he can look down at the volleyball player. ] This'll help.

[ Honestly, the shock of cold feels almost good against his skin; sharp, in a way his mind can focus on, instead of the to-and-fro lurching of his stomach. Unearthing his head from Ukai's sofa, Asahi takes the bottle, gratefully. He's shifting, pulling his feet closer to his body in a way that attempts to make himself smaller (though doesn't quite succeed) and frees up one of the three cushions, should Ukai want to use it.

The bottle opens with a snap of plastic, cool and slightly beaded with condensation in his hand. Asahi puts it to his lips, sending out a silent prayer that his stomach will accept this simple offering without complaint, and tips the water back.

Water has never felt this good- not even after one of Daichi's crazy runs, or a particularly grueling game with no time out in sight. He drains half the bottle before he lowers it from his mouth, licking his chapped lips with his newly moistened tongue. ]

Oh, gosh- thank you. [ Asahi breathes, thinking that life is about 68% better right now. He's contemplating taking another swig just to swish it around in his mouth a little, to get rid of the fuzzy feeling behind his teeth, when he takes notice of Ukai again. ]

You put your hair back.

[ as he watches asahi drink he briefly considers returning to the kitchen to grab another couple of bottles. for the time being, though, he settles for the thought of offering up his own if it means being able to sit down again for a few minutes. being able to just be still for a little bit might be enough to help ease the throbbing in his head.

so he carefully wedges himself into the space by asahi and looks over at him, glad to see the water's managed to help so much. well, so much compared to nothing at all. once he feels less sick, food and a shower and some more sleep will do a lot, too. ]

You're welcome. I think I at least owe helping you feel better after getting you drunk enough for this in the first place. [ the observation about his hair makes him chuckle and he nods, looking asahi's over. ]

Yeah. Want something for yours?

[ A weird sensation squirms around in Asahi's chest with the knowledge that he now knows what Ukai looks like with his hair down. Ukai doesn't really take the headband off for much. (He recognizes this isn't what he should be focusing on, but in the grand scheme of things, its the easiest. Probably the safest, too.)

Asahi nods, ]

If you've got a spare. [ Peeking over the edge of the couch to the space he'd apparently called a bed last night, Asahi doesn't immediately spy the familiar circle of elastic. Just to be certain, he runs a hand through his hair, checking to make sure it isn't hanging out somewhere in his hideous tangle of morning hair. Asahi comes away with nothing. ] I don't know where mine went.

[ Digging his toes into the couch cushion, Asahi balances the water bottle on his knee; an excuse not to look at Ukai directly as he finds the courage to say, ] Please don't feel like it was your fault.

[ the thought to root around in the couch cushions for the hair tie does cross ukai's mind, but he doesn't see the point in possibly unseating asahi for something that may not be under them. he'll eventually find it and he'll have the chance to return it if it's really necessary.

a glance around proves that it isn't in immediate sight and ukai pushes himself back up from the couch again to retrieve an extra from his bathroom. his hair's long enough that he has a number of ties and hairbands sitting in there.

he only makes it a couple of steps from the couch when he hears the request and it brings him to a stop. ]

Don't start that. [ ukai turns to look back at him, one hand resting on his hip while the other hangs at his side, still holding his bottle of water. ] It's your fault for asking and it's my fault for obliging you. Don't act like you're completely to blame for it.

[ it's said in a matter-of-fact tone rather than a scolding one. they're both at fault. he's not writing that off.

a second later he turns and disappears down the hall again and then, after some rustling from the bathroom, he returns with a hair tie and his brush, offering both to asahi. ]

At least you're here and you don't have to worry about hiding your hangover from anybody.

[ Anxiety shoots through Asahi when Ukai turns around and swiftly lays the cards bare. Later, Asahi will be thankful that Ukai didn't leave any room for either of them to misinterpret who is at fault for what; it wouldn't be the first time he'd made himself sick letting his mind snowball the blame. For now he's just trying to focus on nodding his head in the affirmative, without it falling off.

Thankfully, Ukai doesn't press the issue; disappearing to find the hair tie shortly after, and leaving Asahi to remember how to breathe. Asahi's naturally low tolerance for uncomfortable confrontations is, if possible, even more abysmal when paired with a hangover.

Ukai isn't gone for long, but in the meantime, Asahi takes a look around. From his place on the sofa he can see two worn throw pillows that were obviously either kicked off of the couch or donated to Asahi's floor-dwelling cause, a reasonably sized television, and a stack of magazines of some sort piled up on the side table. What he had originally thought was a shoe digging into his back while waking up, is actually the television's remote. Asahi braves vertigo to lean over and pick it up, feeling he should help clean up. It's the least he can do, since his clothes are cluttering up Ukai's entry and hallway-- which might as well be in another country right now, for all that Asahi feels capable of getting up to help with them.

He sets the remote on the arm of the couch and takes the hair tie and brush when they're offered. ]

Thanks. [ Pulling the brush perfunctorily through his hair, Asahi tries not to notice how much he's saying that. ]

I don't know how anyone could hide this... [ As if to prove his point, his head gives a fairly vicious throb, and Asahi has to close his eyes against it. ] How long does this usually last??

[ there's no point in letting asahi think he's completely to blame for this when they're both at fault. ukai considers himself a little more at fault considering he purchased the alcohol and handed it over, but that's irrelevant and there's little reason to get into any kind of exchange over who holds more of the fault between them.

there's some amount of comfort in knowing it's just the two of them and that there aren't more hungover high schoolers around thanks to his involvement. ]

You can't hide it. Parents always know. [ Parents, friends, teachers... it's hard to ignore a person who looks like they're ready to lose the contents of their stomach at any moment. ] It lasts long enough that you'll swear to yourself you'll never drink like that again.

[ he ends up on the couch again and this time he holds up the bottle of pain killers, opening it to take a couple for himself before nodding over at asahi. ]

Think you can stomach a couple of these? They'll help your head.

[ Perfect. Just the kind of ominous non-answer Asahi was dreading. ] Is that experience talking?

[ Taking the bottle from Ukai, Asahi gingerly tips two pills out into his palm and hands it back. He's not the kind of guy who tosses anything back, at least, not normally, and he's slowly trying to piece himself back together on Ukai's couch as things stand, so he slips the pain killers into his mouth with little fanfare, followed by a swallow of water.

Ukai's words float around in the ether keeping his brain foggy and painful, and he finds himself wondering if Coach Ukai's parents ever found him out after a night like this. Or worse, his grandfather. The third years had been privy to the former Karasuno coach's specific and punishing brand of training; Asahi can't imagine what "tough love" would look like coming from Ikkei Ukai. Maybe it wasn't that bad, grandparents always worry less than parents do--

Asahi sits upright. Oh no. Parents.

Instinctively he slaps at his sweats, searching his pockets until he finds his phone. ]

Please let me have told them I was at Noya's or something...

[ Otherwise, the police are probably looking for him. ]

asahi azumane ☆ haikyuu!!

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