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「 asahi azumane x mute!reader 」

Actions speak louder than words.

Your nimble fingers ran over his stubbly chin, your lips pursed in a thin straight line. He loved the way your fingers caressed every crevice and crease of his face.

He sighed softly, his eyes fluttering closed. Worried, you jerked your hand back from his cheek and looked at him, your gentle (e/c) orbs boring into his.

  “H-hey, don’t worry… You’re just making me sleepy,” he murmured and pulled you on top of his chest. You nodded in return and let your digits return to roaming his face, tracing every line carefully with gentle precision. Asahi hummed, his cheeks tinted a bright pink at your actions.

After a long practice with Karasuno, this was just what the ace needed- a relaxing cuddle session with his partner. His long dark locks were let loose from the tie in his hair. The smell of cologne and a significant scent of his shampoo invaded your nostrils and tickled your senses, making you feel more comfortable in his strong hold.

  You know I love you, right? You signaled with your fingers, using the only form of communication you knew to use.

Your boyfriend had taken to learning the language once he met you. You were so shy and quiet, you didn’t even want to try and make friends at the time. You would shut yourself out, isolate yourself from the crowd, because being alone was the only way you felt happy.

But Asahi wouldn’t let that happen. He wanted desperately to reach out to you. He knew how it felt, to be different from others…

The day he introduced himself, he sloppily signed to you with slow motions. He knew his sign language wasn’t perfect, but the thought made your heart warm. It made you believe there were still people out there willing to accept you.

  I know. And I love you too. He signed as well, then lifted his hands to take yours. Asahi was still awkward in the relationship. But he knew how to make you feel loved. He didn’t care if he would never hear you speak his name, hearing the syllables roll off your tongue, sweet as honey.

  Your touch was enough for him.

The delicate brush of your fingertips against his skin… Your gentle strokes, hesitant at first, but soft as a feather.

Your nose buried deep in the crook of his neck. The gentle puffs of air that blew from your nose and mouth caused shivers to prickle up his spine. After a few moments, Asahi noticed your breathing becoming more tranquil and even. He shifted you in his arms so your face was visible. Your eyes were shut, lashes softly casting shadows on your cheekbones. Your forehead was free of creases, replaced by placid flesh, supple and soft. He scrutinized every feature on your visage with care. Your lips were pink and prominent, fitting perfectly on your sleeping countenance.

He dared not wake you as you squirmed in your sleep, snuggling closer to his warmth. This time, it was his turn. He stroked his large calloused fingers through your (h/c) strands of hair. Unperturbed, you calmed at his touch and cuddled further into his arms. Your muscles, once contracted and taut were now relaxed as you fell limp from fatigue, like a doll.

Asahi kissed the skin between your eyebrows as a smile etched over his lips. He opened his mouth to speak sweet nothings into your ear as you slept, but thought better of it, a bead of sweat trickling down his neck at the thought of waking you.

Slowly, you opened one eye to peek up at him. Your boyfriend had fallen asleep in a particularly uncomfortable position, but he didn’t care. As long as you were comfortable, he was happy.

You bit your lip before gathering your courage. In one swift movement, you pressed your lips to his. His chocolate eyes shot open, a scarlet shade pigmenting his entire visage. He lifted his hand to cover his face.

Despite his embarrassment, Asahi would always love your sweet touches.

the end

Description

「 asahi azumane x mute!reader 」

Actions speak louder than words.

Your nimble fingers ran over his stubbly chin, your lips pursed in a thin straight line. He loved the way your fingers caressed every crevice and crease of his face.

He sighed softly, his eyes fluttering closed. Worried, you jerked your hand back from his cheek and looked at him, your gentle (e/c) orbs boring into his.

  “H-hey, don’t worry… You’re just making me sleepy,” he murmured and pulled you on top of his chest. You nodded in return and let your digits return to roaming his face, tracing every line carefully with gentle precision. Asahi hummed, his cheeks tinted a bright pink at your actions.

After a long practice with Karasuno, this was just what the ace needed- a relaxing cuddle session with his partner. His long dark locks were let loose from the tie in his hair. The smell of cologne and a significant scent of his shampoo invaded your nostrils and tickled your senses, making you feel more comfortable in his strong hold.

  You know I love you, right? You signaled with your fingers, using the only form of communication you knew to use.

Your boyfriend had taken to learning the language once he met you. You were so shy and quiet, you didn’t even want to try and make friends at the time. You would shut yourself out, isolate yourself from the crowd, because being alone was the only way you felt happy.

But Asahi wouldn’t let that happen. He wanted desperately to reach out to you. He knew how it felt, to be different from others…

The day he introduced himself, he sloppily signed to you with slow motions. He knew his sign language wasn’t perfect, but the thought made your heart warm. It made you believe there were still people out there willing to accept you.

  I know. And I love you too. He signed as well, then lifted his hands to take yours. Asahi was still awkward in the relationship. But he knew how to make you feel loved. He didn’t care if he would never hear you speak his name, hearing the syllables roll off your tongue, sweet as honey.

  Your touch was enough for him.

The delicate brush of your fingertips against his skin… Your gentle strokes, hesitant at first, but soft as a feather.

Your nose buried deep in the crook of his neck. The gentle puffs of air that blew from your nose and mouth caused shivers to prickle up his spine. After a few moments, Asahi noticed your breathing becoming more tranquil and even. He shifted you in his arms so your face was visible. Your eyes were shut, lashes softly casting shadows on your cheekbones. Your forehead was free of creases, replaced by placid flesh, supple and soft. He scrutinized every feature on your visage with care. Your lips were pink and prominent, fitting perfectly on your sleeping countenance.

He dared not wake you as you squirmed in your sleep, snuggling closer to his warmth. This time, it was his turn. He stroked his large calloused fingers through your (h/c) strands of hair. Unperturbed, you calmed at his touch and cuddled further into his arms. Your muscles, once contracted and taut were now relaxed as you fell limp from fatigue, like a doll.

Asahi kissed the skin between your eyebrows as a smile etched over his lips. He opened his mouth to speak sweet nothings into your ear as you slept, but thought better of it, a bead of sweat trickling down his neck at the thought of waking you.

Slowly, you opened one eye to peek up at him. Your boyfriend had fallen asleep in a particularly uncomfortable position, but he didn’t care. As long as you were comfortable, he was happy.

You bit your lip before gathering your courage. In one swift movement, you pressed your lips to his. His chocolate eyes shot open, a scarlet shade pigmenting his entire visage. He lifted his hand to cover his face.

Despite his embarrassment, Asahi would always love your sweet touches.

the end