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Fashion week was finally here, and Asahi was anything but calm and collected. He’d been slaving through the year on a collaborative line, and he lived and breathed fabrics and patterns for months on end. Everything was coming together, almost too perfectly, and the pressure was almost unbearable. Runway rehearsals were already down pat, his garments were finished and refinished days ago, everything was out of his hands now. Knowing this did nearly nothing to ease the stress, so he turned to his phone for some respite.
Asahi tapped open a group chat with his best friends, looking for encouragement and distraction. He noticed that his last message went unanswered, and his anxiety spiked again. Asahi swallowed once, trying to suppress the urge to vomit. This was the worst time for them to ignore me. Moments passed, and Asahi paced in a slow circle backstage, barely noticing the bustling groups of models, makeup artists, designers, and crew members. He switched from pacing, to foot tapping, then back again, and felt a cold sweat creeping in.
“Hey, are you Asahi Azumane?” a bright voice snapped Asahi’s brain back to attention. He blinked, taking in the stranger before him, “Uh yes?”
The individual in question was strikingly attractive. Though a couple heads shorter than Asahi, they had an overwhelming warmth and confidence. Asahi took a second to glance over their features; perfectly coiffed, dark hair with bleached accents, fiercely bright brown eyes, and a defined jawline. He was dressed simply but purposefully; fitted, if not tight, black jeans hugged his toned legs, a white v-neck tee was tucked under a brown belt with the sleeves rolled once. Asahi was never one to claim to have a type, but… damn.
“Yuu Nishinoya, but most just call me Noya. Honestly such a pleasure,” the stranger introduced himself, outstretching a hand for shaking. Asahi absentmindedly took it, rewarded with a surprisingly firm grip. His eyes traced over the black ink of Nishinoya’s tattooed forearm. “Just letting you know, the show starts in an hour, and we have a seat saved for you along the catwalk. Come grab me when you want me to take you down, ‘kay?” Noya’s voice pulled Asahi’s attention back to his face, watching as a cheery grin spread across his features.
Noya turned to hurry back to work, and Asahi didn’t mind watching him go. The whole interaction worked wonders as a distraction, especially seeing as his alleged best friends have ghosted him. Asahi shifted his weight, and shook out his hands, finding his body to be much more relaxed already. He granted himself the smallest smile.
“Baaaabe!” a familiar voice trilled loudly from the darkness. Asahi looked over as his two friends, Sugawara and Daichi, hustled in his direction. Suga was waving ecstatically, like a proud dad. Asahi’s face flushed. As excited as he was to see them, this had every opportunity to be embarrassing somehow. The pair hurried up to Asahi, one arm wrapped around each other’s hip.
“Sorry we ignored you, we wanted this to be a surprise,” Daichi apologized, “I stole Suga’s phone so he wouldn’t spill about it. Since we all know he famously can’t keep his mouth, or legs, closed.”
“Hey!” Suga feigned a pout, but lightly slapped Daich’s ass in protest. “Guilty…” he finished, shrugging his shoulders.
“Anyways, love, congratulations!” Daichi released Suga’s side to pull Asahi into a tight hug. “This is it, I can’t fucking believe it.”
“The world isn’t ready for Asahi Azumane, designer at large, and the largest designer,” Suga beamed a smile up to Asahi, grabbing ahold of his face with both hands. He leaned up and planted a peck right on Asahi’s lips. The three of them had been close for years, but PDA always made Asahi nervous. He pulled away, his ears starting to burn. “Sorry boo, I forgot that you’re so embarrassed of us!” Suga was back to mock-pouting, voice dripping in sarcasm.
“It’s not that…” Asahi started. Suga interrupted him with a low whistle, “Who’s that piece of cake?” Asahi followed his line of sight to lock eyes with Nishinoya from across the room. “Suga, shut up!” Asahi hissed in a strained whisper. Daichi’s eyebrows raced in opposite directions, “Oh? Who is that then, Asahi?”
“What the hell are you two doing back here?!” the trio flinched visibly at the voice screaming right behind them, tiny flecks of spittle landing on their necks. They turned to face a very angry gentleman; on the taller side, dark hair, sporting a headset. His face was twisted into an irate frown, cheeks burning red.
“Director Ennoshita, I’m so so sorry,” Asahi pleaded, raising his arms around his friends to start pushing them away. “I’ll escort them out immediately, again I apologize…”
“Damn what crawled up your ass and died?” Suga spat, Asahi’s heart stopped. “Don’t...” Asahi leaned in and pushed them more forcefully.
“What did you just--” Ennoshita fumed, but his rage was interrupted by loud static and broken words coming from the walkie talkie at his hip. “You’re lucky I gotta take this.” Ennoshita turned away to respond to the call. As Asahi shuffled his friends away, he glanced over his shoulder and swore he saw a short silhouette in the darkness. They were cupping their hands around the receiver of a walkie talkie, mumbling. Noya?
Out of earshot, Suga and Daichi stood their ground against Asahi’s attempt to herd them out the door. “We can’t leave,” Daichi protested, “we just got here!”
Suga had to agree, “Isn’t there a green room or something we can steal for a couple minutes?” his lips turning into his signature pout. “We just want to spend time with you before your big debut. Come on, pleeeaaase?”
Asahi’s face scrunched into a grimace, a high-pitched hum crescendoed from his throat. “I dunno. Ennoshita would have my ass if he found out I let you stay.”
Daichi grabbed both of Asahi’s hands, and joined the plea, “Asahi please, we’ll be good, I promise!” his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Asahi cracked one eye open, to peep at his friends’ earnest expressions. “Ugh you guys are the worst. Fine,” he relented, without much resistance. “This way, but please keep it down,” he grabbed a hand of each and guided them to a dimly lit hall. They stumbled upon an unused dressing room, with the door cracked open. Asahi glanced up and down the hall, checking for witnesses, then pushed his friends inside.
“Yay!” Suga twirled, before rifling through some clothes hanging on a rack. Daichi fell into a deep loveseat across the room.
“Shhhh!” Asahi warned, raising a finger to his lips, as he closed the door behind him. Daichi met his gaze, and patted the space in front of him on the couch, between his legs. “Babe come sit, you need to relax,” Daichi’s tone lowering.
Suga didn’t skip a beat, and followed after Asahi, towing an ottoman along with him. Asahi sat down in front of Daichi, immediately squeezed around his midsection in a tight embrace. Suga pulled up his seat in front of them, facing Asahi, and leaned forward to wrap his arms around them both. Asahi took a long breath, and slowly walked his hands around Suga’s back to pull him in closer. His muscles relaxed, as he absorbed the heat from his friends enveloping bodies.
“Better?” Daichi mumbled into Asahi’s back. Asahi sighed his assent reluctantly, but he was right. This was much better. Ever since he arrived backstage today, his world had been complete chaos, barely having room to breathe. But now, even being tightly embraced from all angles, he could finally breathe freely. Asahi couldn’t help but exhale with a smile. He leaned back into Daichi, pulling Suga along with him, who lifted off the ottoman to climb onto Asahi’s lap. Daichi spread himself a little wider to give everyone room.
“Now this is better,” Suga giggled, as Daichi’s hands found his thighs. He gripped them gently, and pulled Suga tighter against Asahi and himself. Asahi grunted softly, the warmth of the room evolving into something else. Suga brought up his hands to run his fingers through Asahi’s long hair, resting finally at each side of his jaw. Asahi tilted his head up, eyes narrowing, as he leaned in to plant his lips on Suga’s. Suga’s grip on Asahi’s jaw and neck tightened slightly as he kissed him back deeper, tongues slipping inside each other’s mouths.
Daichi propped his head on Asahi’s shoulder to watch the show, hands traveling all around Asahi’s chest and abs. His fingertips teased at the edge of Asahi’s waistline, rewarded with a sharp inhale through his nostrils. Daichi began slowly undoing the button and zipper of Asahi’s jeans, as he blew warm air into his ear, causing a chaotic shiver. Suddenly, two hands dove down Asahi’s front, and he threw back his head in euphoric surprise, breathing heavier. Suga giggled again, and leaned into Daichi to lock lips. Daichi breathed a moan into Suga’s mouth as his hands encircled the base of Asahi’s hardened cock. Asahi’s hips bucked slightly at the touch, his mouth falling open. Suga kissed Daichi more fervently, while sliding his hands between Asahi’s back and Daichi’s chest. He moved slowly south, until his fingers found a solid surprise. Suga was countered with a playful nip at his lower lip. Daichi began stroking Asahi at an agonizingly slow pace, driving him wild. Losing his inhibitions, Asahi released a much louder moan, thrusting his hips under Suga in protest.
“Ahem!” a familiar voice cleared their throat in the hall, a hand tapping timidly at the door. Asahi’s eyes flashed wide, mortified, and he felt himself go completely soft in Daichi’s hand. He hastily stood, Suga stumbling to catch himself before falling backwards on the floor. Daichi dramatically flopped back onto the sofa, huffing grumpily. Asahi adjusted himself in his jeans, buttoned and zipped back up, and rushed to grab the door. He steadied himself with a breath before turning the handle. The door opened a crack, as Asahi attempted to hide the scene behind him. He glanced down and was met again with the stunning smile of Nishinoya.
“I’m sorry to, er, interrupt, but the show starts in five. Would you like to take your seat?” the crew member stammered. Asahi had zero recollection of how loud they were earlier, but the answer seemed to be written across Noya’s face. His cheeks flushed beet red.
“Oh hi handsome!” Suga pushed his head under Asahi’s face, to greet their guest. Asahi felt two hands pushing down on his shoulders, as Daichi hovered above him to get a view through the door. The three of them created a comical, if not flushed and sweaty, totem pole. Noya nodded a greeting to each of them, before his eyes fell on Asahi again. “I’ll give you a minute,” Noya whispered as he leaned in a little closer, “and I didn’t see, or hear, anything.” He winked and turned to step a ways down the hall.
Asahi shut the door in a hurry, so he could turn and brace his back against it. “Oh my god oh my god,” Asahi stuttered, “that’s so embarrassing.”
“I don’t know,” Daichi offered, rubbing Asahi’s shoulders, “he seemed down.” Suga waggled his eyebrows, rubbing his hands together theatrically.
“Don’t give Suga any more bad ideas,” Asahi snapped, “that was close enough as it is. Okay now stay here a while, so we don’t leave together. And if you could find your way out of here without pissing off my art director, that would be great.” Asahi stood straighter, swallowed his nerves, and opened the door again to join Noya in the hall.