Thinking back on it, in the midst of the afterglow filled with ruffled sheets and sprawled limbs covered in a layer of sweat, Asahi knew his chances of refusing Nishinoya was almost, absolutely zero.
Nishinoya, who stayed up late to wait for Asahi to return home from a late shift at work.
Nishinoya, whose hair lost its gravity defying volume hours ago and was now swept messily across his brow, eyes tired but determined to fight off sleep.