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fyeahtashirokun · 1 year

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(I completely forgot the password to this account until just now so I apologize for disappearing and for not responding to any asks/messages.)

Hello! It’s been quite a while. I hope everyone’s been well during these rocky couple of years. The Tashiro-kun manga has yet to end, which is definitely a great thing! The more popular it is, the better chance it has of being reprinted AND animated! Thank you to all the readers both in Japan and internationally for showing it so much love, I know for a fact that Yamada-sensei truly appreciates it.

Which brings me to some relevant good news on that point you may or may not have heard already: Tashiro-kun has been officially licensed in English! It’s been localized by Animate International, the same licensor responsible for a lot of other Pixiv-originated BL manga localizations. The downside is that it seems to be a digital-only license; HOWEVER, that doesn’t rule out the possibility of another English-language licensor picking up the rights to publish it physically—this has happened before to a few manga, so keep bugging your favorite print English manga publishers! The fact that we can finally enjoy it officially in English and support Yamada-sensei is awesome enough already, though \( ^_^ )/

I don’t want to make this post too long, but I do have a little bittersweet thing to add :’) I originally made this blog to bring attention to Tashiro-kun and either a) get someone to help translate the rest after it had been left hanging for a while OR b) help it get noticed by an English licensor by annoying spreading the word about it to every label I knew and encouraging others to do the same—which in hindsight is even better! And since the latter has been successfully achieved, and because the former proved EXTREMELY complicated to do (although I greatly appreciate the wonderful efforts of everyone involved in getting the few chapters we worked on out, thank you so much!!!) I see no reason to have to scanlate it any further.

If you’d like to read the rest of this manga in English, then make sure to purchase it officially! The fine folks at Animate International (bless their hearts) have gone so far as to make Tashiro-kun available on a whole bunch of different platforms to make it easier to buy—and in both its regular and special editions! Which definitely makes it easier for me personally because I can buy it with ITunes credit or Google Play points since my country unfortunately doesn’t have online banking services. Thank you, Animate International <3 You’ll find their Linktree below which conveniently directs you to all the different places where you can buy Tashiro-kun. Happy reading, and take care wherever you are <3

#🐟🦐:update #tashiro-kun kimi tte yatsu wa

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Asahi and 16 for your ask game please ❤️❤️❤️

Took my soul and wiped it clean

Asahi x Reader

“You went to Seikoudai Junior High, right? I remember you! You spiked like a high schooler!”

The first years are at it again, you think, looking out the window. You’re right above them and you can’t help listening in.

“I-I… I mean, I wasn’t… I was just playing,” the tallest of the bunch stutters. He’s kinda cute, with his wavy hair and that button nose.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy,” the guy next to him seems to be lacking all the shyness his friend seems to have in spades. His greyish hair bobs as he moves and you hold back a giggle at the sight. The third one in their little group is too invested in his curry bun for you to get a good look.

“Hey, are you even listening?” Someone taps your shoulder and you flinch, more so because of the three boys looking up at you, spotting you clearly listening in.

You pull away and slip back into your seat, face burning.

“Hey, can you get this to class 2-4?” You look up, half expecting the teacher to be addressing you. Instead, she’s talking to the cute First-Year. His hands are balled to fists, so you figure he’s probably too scared to say something against it.

To be fair, he’s a little tall for a First-Year, taller than quite a few boys from your Class.

You walk over and clear your throat, hoping against all odds that he has forgotten that moment at the window weeks ago.

“Hey, you’re a First-Year, right?” You ask. “You can give me those books, I can take them.”

“I-It’s okay,” he stutters, “They’re pretty heavy. I can carry them.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to show you the way?”

His eyes light up and you swallow thickly. Wow, he’s really cute. And younger than you, your mind supplies right away.

“So, what Clubs are you in?” You ask, trying to get your brain back on track.

“Volleyball,” he squeaks.

You nod slowly. You have never been particularly interested in any sport before, dreading the times you have to participate during the mandatory sports classes, but maybe you could check them out?

“Do you like it?”

“Y-Yeah, I mean, I…” He starts stuttering again, so you wait for him to catch his breath and finish his sentence. There’s no use in rushing something like that. “I’m pretty tall and I don’t like Basketball, that’s why I started with Volleyball. I don’t think I’m bad at it.”

“But do you like it?” The question seems to surprise him, he blinks at you like no one’s ever asked him that before.

“I guess?”

“What else do you like?” You ask, only to realize you’ve reached your destination. There’s no more chance to talk, not with the bell ringing for the next class anyway. But you catch his name as he introduces himself to the teacher and you can’t help but whisper it to yourself, tasting the vowels like their a foreign treat.

Asahi Azumane.

“Azumane-kun!” You wave. He blushes a feverish pink.

His friends nudge him, one on the left, one on the right, until he stumbles over.

“Wh- Can I… Can I help you?”

“I wanted to check you guys out, I brought my friends along. Just wanted to wish you good luck before the game.”

“O-Oh, thank you!” He nods, yet unable to look at you. You swallow thickly, but for a different reason this time. You’re probably too forward and he’s probably not interested in the weird Senpai who keeps chatting him up.

“Anyways, have fun playing,” you tell him, pulling away before you can clap him on the back like an absolute lunatic. And for good measure, you wave at Kurokawa too, though that seems to only confuse your classmate.

God, you need help.

“What do you think of Tashiro-kun?” Sachiro, one of your friends asks. “He plays Volleyball.”

Hideko snickers. “She’s not into Volleyball, she’s into that First-Year that happens to play Volleyball.”

“I’m not,” you argue, but your friends just send you a look that speaks volumes. You’ve been found out.

“I’m so done,” you groan, “It’s weird, isn’t it?”

“A little bit,” Sachiro agrees softly, “But not in a creepy way. You’ve just always crushed on older guys before.”

“I did not,” you try to argue but Hideko is already holding up her hand, counting down names as she taps her fingers one by one. You grumble but fall silent.

“Just lay off a bit,” Sachiro offers her advice, “He seems pretty shy.”

“E-Excuse me?” You look up from your book, surprised to see Asahi standing in front of you.

“Yeah?”

“I… I’m supposed to turn these in, but Kumagai-Sensei is not at her table.”

You blink toward the desk at the front of the Library. It’s deserted.

The Library itself is quiet, yet well-filled. Your heart stutters at the realization that he approached you because he knew you. He approached you.

Okay, now get a hold of yourself, your mind chastises you and you send him a smile.

“No worries. You can leave them with me if you want, I’ve still got some work to finish. You probably need to get back to training, right?”

“Is that really okay?”

“Of Course, it’s no hassle at all.”

He seems unsure, but a glance at the giant clock over the door further spurs him on. He puts the books on the table in front of you, blushing yet again when you’re now able to spot their titles.

“A hobby?” You ask, surprised to see that these books are about sewing and creating patterns.

Asahi’s mouth opens and closes like he’s a fish out of water. You put one of your Calculus books over his and send him another smile, this one a bit more secretive than the others.

“It’s going to be our little secret.”

- - -

You end your second year just like you begin your third. No boyfriend, but still crushing.

Karasuno’s Volleyball-Team hopes for more talented players and while that’s not the same as getting a good Coach, you can’t help but notice that that Nishinoya-guy and Asahi get along just nicely.

Your face has started to become a familiar sight at their games to the point that Asahi waves back, blushing furiously every single time.

You don’t know what he tells his teammates about you or what they think about you, but so far no one has asked you to leave and you’ve started to enjoy watching them play, learning about the sport one game at a time.

“What are you studying for?” You ask softly, surprised to see Asahi at your usual table the library. His head is buried in his book, hair now so long he’s started to tie it up.

“Japanese Literature,” he explains, “I’ve got a bad mark in my last assignment and my parents were not amused.”

“Ah,” you nod, “Not my favorite subject either. Want some help?”

He blushes as he nods, pushing the book closer to you.

“Hey,” you look up from your bag to find Asahi standing over you, Umbrella at the ready. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

“Do you want to walk me home?” You ask back and watch him blush.

“I… I noticed you didn’t have an.. an Umbrella with you, this morning, you know…”

“Thank you,” you get up from the floor and swing your bag over your shoulder, “I appreciate it.”

His Umbrella is big enough to keep both of you dry without you having to touch. Which is a shame, but his body is warm enough that you can still feel it from this distance, probably because of training.

“How’s the team?” You ask, content with the silence but unable to fight against the urge to get to know him just a little bit better each day.

“Good, good. I… we might have a real shot at the Nationals this time.”

“Really? That’s amazing. I’ll be sure to cheer you on!”

“I just…” He stops and you can tell he’s biting his tongue.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, it’s fine, you can tell me. I won’t judge.”

“Do you ever feel weightend down by the expectation people set in you?”

His answer is unexpected. You stop in your tracks, eyes widening. He immediately starts to apologize but you hold your hand up and stop him.

“I get it. I just… I didn’t think you’d ask that. I thought that was just a thing Third-Years have to go through.”

He laughs, a sound that’s both abrupt and not really amused.

“No, I guess that’s an Universal feeling.”

“Yeah,” you nod and take a deep breath, “I know what you mean. All the teachers telling you that you didn’t give your best or your parents having dreams for you you cannot seem to reach.”

“How do you deal with it?” Asahi asks and you can tell he really wants to know. If only you had a better answer.

“Most of the time I make jokes about it and pretend it doesn’t exist. Not the healthiest way of dealing with it, but so far I haven’t found a better solution.”

He laughs.

“You?” You ask.

“Do you know “Don't Give up, Kamchatka”?”

You tell yourself that you will confess to him on your graduation day.

You tell yourself to wait when you want to blurt it out on the way home, when he hands you little treats so you manage to keep up with the demands of graduating or when he sends you a text in the morning so you don’t forget your Umbrella.

But then, just weeks before graduation, Karasuno tries for the Nationals. You sit in the bleachers, watch as Date Tech grinds your team down to the bone.

Something breaks in Asahi, you can tell.

Nothing’s the same after that.

No more good morning texts, no walking home after school.

When you pass him in the hallways he looks the other way.

You’re not sure if he’s sick or extremely talented at avoiding you, but Graduation day comes and goes without a sight of him.

- - -

You sit right at the back, chewing on your nails to distract yourself.

Honestly, you don’t even know why you’re here, nursing a crush that has brought you nothing but misery.

But you can’t just not go to Karasuno’s games, even if Asahi is no longer on the team.

At least that’s what you think, until he steps out onto the court, taller than you remember him, determination written over his face.

It’s a good thing you never told yourself you were over him. It makes it easier to accept that you’re not.

Karasuno wins against Date Tech. Karasuno loses against Aoba Johsai.

You disappear from the crowd before he can see you.

But you’re back the next time they play, crying when they finally make it to nationals, finally get to reach what they’ve dreamed of for so long.

- - -

It’s been too long, but your mouth still works faster than your brain.

“Asahi?” You ask, hand gripping the door handle tighter. “Is that you?”

He turns, clearly surprised to hear his name so far away from his hometown.

But Tokyo’s nothing more but a bigger village, where everyone knows everyone through someone else it seems.

He looks good, wearing his hair open now. You’re half aware of your colleagues that you keep waiting in favor of talking to him, but you couldn’t care less.

It’s been too long and your heart still beats too fast at his sight.

“Hi,” he smiles, open and easy like he’s never been painfully shy. “How have you been?”

“I should be the one asking you that,” you tell him, punching his arm lightly and regretting it right away - those biceps can’t be human.

“Do you want to grab coffee?” You ask, biting your tongue after. Why is it always you that’s pushing? Can’t you just let him go for once?

“I’d love that,” he agrees easily, but he pushes his hands in the pockets of his trousers and you can tell he’s still got his nervous ticks, hands balled to fists. It warms your heart.

“When are you free?” He asks.

“Right now?” You ask back and he laughs in surprise like you’ve known him to do.

“Can I walk you home?” He asks after the third cup when the barista is pointedly clearing her throat and pointing at the sign with the opening hours.

“Sure,” you agree, not wanting to let go of this either.

You’ve talked about everything and nothing so far. How he’s in fashion college of all things - your little secret - and how you like your work so far.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him when you walk down the street, pavement wiped clean by the light rain from earlier, “I was pretty pushy back in high school.”

“I was a wuss in high school,” he disagrees softly, “I probably needed it.”

“Relationships aren’t something you should be pushed in,” you argue and he stops abruptly. When you turn to look up at him, his Adam’s apple bobs nervously as he fights for words.

“I’ve done it again,” you sigh, “Haven’t I?”

“Relationship?” He croaks out. “With me?”

You laugh in disbelief. “I’ve had a crush on you since your first day at Karasuno, Asahi. I thought I was obvious.”

“But I’m… me?”

“Yeah,” you nod, stretching out your hand. For what you don’t know until he takes it, his grip warm and reassuring.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, “I should have known.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him, stepping closer, “You can make it up to me now.”

You half expect him to shy away.

Instead, he pulls you in.

“I will,” he promises, burying his nose in your hair.

You stand like that for what feels like eternity, yet still not long enough, when he speaks up again.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Asahi asks softly. You nod.

“I’ve had a crush on you since my first day at Karasuno too.”

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