“Yes please...” Asahi squints at Suga in suspicion. Doesn’t he want to know what’s going on? Is he really banking on being about to squeeze the truth out of Daichi? It doesn’t matter now anyways, Nishinoya is looking at Asahi expectantly from the doorway, so he follows him reluctantly into the front room, like a man going to meet a vaguely grim fate.
They sit back down in the positions they sat at for dinner, and Asahi meets Nishinoya’s intense stare across the table.
“So. I’m glad it’s just you, because I don’t want you to feel pressured into accepting my… request. Basically, I’m asking you to be my fake boyfriend.” Nishinoya pauses, clearly expecting Asahi to be processing his last sentence. He is not. If Asahi were some sort of electrical appliance, he would have short-circuited or something. Unfortunately, Asahi is a human, and has no good excuse for not responding. Nishinoya seems to take pity on him, and clarifies his request.