“That… is actually a good segue into… The favour I’ve gotta ask Asahi-san.”
Asahi almost drops the cups he’s handing to Suga, meeting Nishinoya’s eyes worriedly. Suga grabs the cups before any further clumsiness can threaten them, slotting them into the dishwasher with finality.
“Why don’t you two go talk about it in the front room?” Suga says, looking between the two of them. “Daichi, help me with the- with the tea. I want tea, and I need your help with it. Do either of you want tea?”