Hey Guys. Talia here. It's been awhile, huh? This probably should be Losing Lucy, but I've been struggling through some things, and I wasn't able to write. I'm back in the swing of things again, so here's a Haikyu! fic I needed to get off my chest.

WARNINGS! Yaoi. BoyxBoy, AsaNoya pairing.

As always, Haikyu! is not mine.

For my best friend, Derp.

"I love you"

Asahi froze. Did he just?

Shit.

He clamped his hand over his mouth, muffling apologies, and got up in a flash and was dashing away, leaving a stunned Nishinoya in his wake

"Shit shit shit" he huffed to himself, as he wa running. He messed up, and bad. Noya wasn't into him like that, Noya liked women, he liked Shimizu-san. And he just messed up majorly. Now he had lost Noya as a friend, he thought.

It was simple. He and Nishinoya were hanging out, enjoying the nice summer weather. The sun cast an etheral, warm glow on his short friend, and Asahi found his breath taken away. They were lying in the grass, shooting the breeze, joking, and laughing, and Asahi turned his head and watched Noya laugh, and...

Well... It just came out.

Not that he didn't mean it, God no, he loved the small boy since he caught sight of his smile, back when Asahi was a second year, and then-first-year Nishinoya had just joined the team.

At first he didn't know what to think of the short boy. Loud and rambunctious people didn't mix ell with his shy and timid nature. They tended to make fun of him, and Asahi desperately didn't want this one to do that. It's embarassing, for someone of his height and build, to hide behind Daichi and Suga.

But all Noya did was grin at him. And Asahi was breathless. In a good way.

It wasn't until he saw him actually play, though, that Asahi fell.

The intensity of Nishinoya's face, determination and focus. His graceful diving and tumbling. Noya played with every ounce of his being, put 110% into his play.

As he did everything, really. Nishinoya was a very black-and-white person, very passionate about everything. And it made poor Asahi fall even more in love.

Asahi, who after running from Noya, ran home, locked his door, and burriwed under his covers, shaking like a leaf. His cell phone sitting on his bedside table, vibrating nonstop. And yet he couldn't bring himself to look at it. He couldn't handle Nishinoya's rejection of him and his entire friendship. Noya probably hated him, probably thought he was gross for being gay.

He fell into a restless sleep, eventually turning off his phone so he wouldn't hear Noya's hate.