I'm thirsty, do you want anything?" Asahi asks his boyfriend, who is searching through the couch again, this time the cushions tossed over the back.
"No," Nishinoya snaps, unwilling to admit defeat from a simple sock. Asahi sighs and heads into the kitchen, grabbing a big glass of cold water and drinking it in three gulps. He's refilling the glass when something catches the corner of his eye. Somehow, that wretched sock got into the kitchen and was kicked halfway under one of the cupboards. Asahi doesn’t question it, already resigned to the idea that socks really do have a mind of their own.
I'm thirsty, do you want anything?" Asahi asks his boyfriend, who is searching through the couch again, this time the cushions tossed over the back."No," Nishinoya snaps, unwilling to admit defeat from a simple sock. Asahi sighs and heads into the kitchen, grabbing a big glass of cold water and drinking it in three gulps. He's refilling the glass when something catches the corner of his eye. Somehow, that wretched sock got into the kitchen and was kicked halfway under one of the cupboards. Asahi doesn’t question it, already resigned to the idea that socks really do have a mind of their own.
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