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asena-graywolf · 6 months

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Sex Sessions III

Nishinoya encouraged you to lie down on the floor.

"Come on, beauty. Let's get this done"

You lay on your back on the carpet with some excitement and some fear in you. Since your bare back wasn't directly touching the ground, you didn't feel any chills.

Before Nishinoya laid down on top of you, he took off his boxers, which were the only piece of clothing he had left. His boxers fell down his legs, revealing his big, thick cock.

It wasn't the first time you saw your boyfriend's dick, but you were a little scared because that big thing was going to enter you soon. He took his hard cock in his hand and looked at you with a grin.

"I can't wait to put this thing inside you"

You responded to him in the same way to reassure yourself a little.

"I can't wait to feel that thing inside me."

Nishinoya knelt down, sensing your approval. He was about to grab your knees and spread your legs, when you realized the most important thing was missing.

"Noya! Just a second''

While he was going to go on a dizzying pleasure journey with you, he tried to understand why you hesitated at the last moment.

''What happened?''

''Condom. Do you have a condom with you?"

Nishinoya lightly slammed his palm on his forehead

''Of course! How could I forget something like this?"

She stood up again and took a condom from the bedside table drawer. He opened the package and put the condom on his erect and hard dick.

"It's done!" he said as if he had completed the task.

At that time, you played with your wet slit with two fingers. In a way, you were preparing for him to come inside you. After putting on the condom, he came back to you and bent down in front of you. He placed his hands on your closed legs

"Yes baby, you will say goodbye to your virginity soon. "Is there anything you want to say before you lose your virginity?"

''No. I just wanna you to fuck me. But…''

''But what?''

“Your dick is too big. I'm afraid it won't fit inside me and I'll get hurt."

To reassure you, he kissed your kneecaps as he slowly spread your legs.

''Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Besides, you were already wet enough. "So it won't be a painful experience."

"I hope" you said hopefully

He spread your legs and positioned his hips between your legs. He gently pressed his skin against yours before entering you. He could tell that you were nervous by the way you prepared yourself for this moment by closing your eyes tightly.

"Don't be hard on yourself. "Try to relax"

You nodded and you both took a deep breath.

"Are you ready?" he asked in a whisper once again.

''Yes''

You felt a hardness at the entrance of your pussy. Nishinoya slowly pushed himself towards you. Your vaginal walls were stretched and you moaned in pain.

''Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?" he asked you worriedly.

"No, go on. I want your whole dick inside me"

"Are you sure about this?"

"I'm sure Noya, please I don't want to wait any longer. "Fuck me"

“As you wish,” he grinned and pushed his hips a little further towards you to get even more of his cock inside you.

You both moaned at the same time. Your arms were wrapped around Nishinoya's neck. You couldn't open your eyes, but the tears that had accumulated in your eyes started to leak from your eyelids to your cheeks. Nishinoya laid his head next to yours

"Love, calm down. Try to hold on for a while"

In the third stage, he entered you completely. Your cervix and vaginal walls tightened around Nishinoya’s massive cock. The tip of his dick was pressing against your uterus He lifted his head and brought it level with your face.

''Y/N. Look at me''

Even though he wanted to fuck you brutally, he did not spare you mercy because he knew that this was a first for you. He gently caressed your face with his fingers.

"Open your eyes"

You did what he said. You opened your teary eyes and brought them together with his loving brown eyes.

"I'm gonna start moving"

You couldn't talk because of the pain. You felt like a thick needle had been pricked into your body. There was wetness dripping down your leg. It was most likely your virgin blood mixed with your wetness.

Before Nishinoya started moving, he pulled his dick out of you a little bit. The blood was also on his dick

"Oh my God! I hope you don't bleed heavily. Because I'm going to make you cry while I fuck you. "Prepare yourself for this"

"I'm already ready. Make me all yours, Noya

After saying "This is my goal", he suddenly recklessly inserted his entire dick inside you.

Your breath was blocked, it felt like there was a hard object under your abdomen.

"Oh Noya! Please''

He leaned towards you and wrapped his arms tightly around your torso.

"Wrap your legs around my waist, baby"

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. Nishinoya buried his face in your neck so he could breathe in your scent and explore the sensitive spots on your neck. At the same time, she was shaking her hips back and forth She started to increase her speed. Your moans were increasing as his huge cock slid in and out of you and rubbed against your walls. Moreover, the moans turned into shouts.

While he was fucking you, he was sucking and biting the sensitive points of your neck, leaving red marks on your skin. His lips moved from your neck to your bubbles and then down to your breasts. You felt goosebumps with every touch. While fucking you mercilessly, he didn't hesitate to leave marks and bites on every corner of your body he found suitable.

He continued to come and go inside you at full speed. When you took his entire cock inside, the entrance to your uterus was aching. However, as this continued for a long time, the pain gradually began to give way to pleasure. Nishinoya really didn't feel sorry for you about sex. He continued to fuck you brutally. You were screaming, moaning and crying. Tears were flowing from your eyes as a result of experiencing both pleasure and pain at the same time.

"So you're crying" he mocked you treacherously.

"I told you that I would make you cry while fucking you. Unfortunately, I will continue to torment you. Because I have no intention of ejaculating quickly.”

Nishinoya was quite determined to keep the sex going for a long time. But you weren't sure if you could continue for long because of the throbbing between your legs.

Your voice shook as you said,

"Oh Noya!"

At that moment, you received a spanking on your pussy. Your clit was red like a red apple

"God!"

"Do you like it, slut?"

You couldn't answer out of pleasure. You desired him more. You begged him to continue even though every part of your body ached.

''Please! I beg you, Noya, fuck me more. "hurt me more"

"Do you want more? Then look at me with those teary eyes and beg more. "Or I'll move slowly until I drive you crazy."

''Noya…fuck me. Hurt me, don't mercy me. Make me cry, make me crazy!"

"After hearing these moving words, how can I resist the desires of my willing whore?"

He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. He gave your pussy another smack before entering you.

He slowly lifted your hips, making you lock your legs tighter around his waist.

You also wrapped your arms around his body. You were so tightly interlocked that even the wind couldn't pass through your skin anymore. Nishinoya started to fuck you without mercy or even the slightest mercy, just like your previous desire. As his cock moved in and out of you, your insatiability was reaching its peak. You wanted even more

Your crying and screaming continued for minutes. Your face and eyes were red. Your throat was dry from screaming. You weren't the only one moaning, Nishinoya was moaning at the same time as you.

''Ah! "Y/n…I think I'm going to cum"

"Arghh! “Me too!” you shouted quite enthusiastically.

Waves of pleasure rushed down to your toes. Your toes curled upwards from the pleasure you were feeling. You dug your nails into your boyfriend's back and started scratching downwards. You wrapped your legs tighter around him and clenched them tightly to make him cum.

This process continued until you both cum. Finally, Nishinoya entered the deepest part of you to cum. The condom in between prevented him from emptying his seeds into your uterus.

When he came inside you, he laid his head next to yours and literally piled his body on top of you.

You were out of breath. Nishinoya's dick was still inside you, even though his dick was back to its previous shape, your vagina was beating like a heart from the orgasm and your walls were aching like an electric shock.

“Noya? "Noya baby?" you nudged him.

Noya got up from you and pulled his cock out of you. There were a few drops of blood on the carpet.

''Christ no! We'll have to clean the carpet."

Even though you tried to sit up, you had difficulty. You were feeling a sharp pain down your waist.

Nishinoya stood up, took the condom off his dick, tied it up and threw it in the trash in his room.

"Are you okay?" he asked, turning to you.

''My legs hurts. I can't stand up"

"I think I went too far."

He leaned over to you and helped you up. Your body was exhausted. You felt tired. I was sleepy

''I am very tired''

“You can use my bed to rest if you want. But we'd better get clean."

"Then we'll clean up. "I want to sleep," you politely declined.

''Well then''

He laid you down on his bed and then he got under the covers and laid down next to you.

“Y/N…come”

He approached you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you towards him. He hugged your waist tightly. Your bare back was touching his bare chest. His body was warm. You felt very comfortable and peaceful. Now you can sleep comfortably

Before you fell asleep, he gave you a kiss on your shoulder

"Sleep well, my beautiful. I love you''

''I love you too''

You could barely answer due to exhaustion. You fell into a deep sleep within minutes with the warmth of your boyfriend.

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beanxiv · 1 year

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I've been wondering how bf!Noya's reaction would be if you looked at him for too long and when they asked you what's wrong you just said "you're so pretty". You can write?

warnings: i'm sorry this is kind of short bc i'm so tired, that said: this is barely proofread, fluff, petnames, established relationship, nishinoya and reader are in their 3rd year! reader is manager of vb team

wc: 705

notes: i love nishinoya yuu an insane amount

tags: @ilovesillycats (bc ik how much u love nishinoya)

"yuu, you can't fail this test, you know that." you're currently helping your boyfriend study for an upcoming math test. the test that his chances of going on the trip with his volleyball team depends on.

"yeah, yeah— i know. but we don't have to study for this long! we've been here for soo long, babe!" yuu groans, slumping and laying his head in your lap.

you start running your fingers through his hair like it's second nature. "baby, it hasn't even been an hour yet. and don't you wanna go to the training camp with your teammates? and i'll be there too, it'd be a shame if you made me go all alone, wouldn't it?" as head manager of the team now that kiyoko has graduated, you're also supposed to attend all team related camps and events.

the reminder that you'd be at the camp has nishinoya springing up, "i almost forgot! that means i'll get to see you day and night for an entire week!"

"that's if you study and pass your math exam," you nod to the textbooks laid out on the bed by nishinoya's leg.

"of course i'll pass, babe. are you doubting me?" nishinoya furrows his brows. you giggle and shake your head, "no, f'course not, love. but better to be safe than sorry, yeah?"

"mhm, mhm." nishinoya sighs, "fine. i'll study a bit. just for you, baby. but first, can we get a snack, i'm kinda hungry."

"okay, yuu. we'll get a snack and then you'll study, right baby?"

right," nishinoya nods his affirmation before pulling you off the bed with him to his kitchen.

when he finally picks something to eat he rushes back into his room and onto his bed, with his head rested in your lap again. "see, y/n, that was quick wasn't it? now we can study! i can't wait for the trip, baby, can you?? it'll be so much fun! i'll get to eat your cooking, and play volleyball, and see you often, and sleep with you, and—well, maybe coach won't let us sleep together, but it's okay! we'll find a way to do it anyway!"

it's adorable how excited he became as soon as you mentioned you'd be at the trip. the thought that he loves you this much is heart-warming. you can't help the soft smile that lifts your cheeks.

"tanaka can cover for us, and— oh. hey, what's wrong, babe? do i have something on my face?"

you realize you've zoned out. "sorry, yuu. what did you say?"

"you're staring at me a lot, is there something on me?" nishinoya swipes at his face and tries to look at his own face for any leftovers of the snack he just ate.

"hm? no, it's nothing. you're just really pretty, yuu. y'know that?" you reach down to brush his cheek that was pressed up against your thigh.

the libero blushed up to his ears, "well i wouldn't usually call myself pretty, more likely hot or something, but if you say i'm pretty then i guess 'm pretty.."

"you're hot, and pretty, and handsome, and cute, and all of the above." you tell him.

"and i'm smart."

you nod, "and you're smart."

"and 'm gonna pass this math exam."

"you are. and when you do, you'll get to go on the training camp trip and we'll do all the things you promised, how's that sound?" you lean down and nishinoya leans forward to meet you halfway as you kiss his forehead.

"sounds like i should study," nishinoya straightens up, presses a sweet kiss to your lips and rushes to his desk to pull out more textbooks.

safe to say, the rest of the night was spent full of kisses and a study session, that was really more of a cuddle session. but it's okay, who were you to get mad when it was so clear nishinoya would do his best to pass the exam now?"

#im sorry about how short this is anon 😭#its 2:30 i have to get ready for school in like 3 hours #but anyway #i love nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu #yuu nishinoya #yuu nishinoya x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #noya x reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu nishinoya #beanxiv writes

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izukuwus · 10 days

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winding back and unlearning - nishinoya yuu/reader (NSFW)

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A/N: I've had this written since February 29th I just didn't feel like editing it. so I didn't. I still haven't REALLY edited but it's fine just tell me it's good even if it isn't. writing smut is 50% me going "wow I'm the greatest writer ever" and 50% me going "maybe I should stop writing forever". this time for real I have another two oneshots coming - another noya/reader smutshot which is already written and just pending a rest for editing purposes and a karasuno team gangbang which will need a bit more work before it's ready to post but it's already drafted so we'll see! ANYWAYS. nishinoya. you agree. reblog.

Summary: Noya shows you how to let go.

Warnings: smut, reader is referred to as a girl multiple times/is afab, biting (I mean come on you know me by now). this is a deleted scene from the previous work linked above but you don't need to read that to understand that they fuckin'.

Word count: 2100+

“Let me show you how to let go, then.”

There’s no illusions about what he means. Not this time, not with his lips dancing down your neck to your exposed shoulder. Not with his hips pressing into yours, not with his fingertips toying with the edge of his shirt you’re wearing, and not with his fingertips brushing the bare skin at your waist.

You nod and hope you won’t regret it.

Noya’s hands dance underneath your shirt, push it up and out of the way but not off. At the sight of you, he lets out a sharp little intake of breath. He sighs down into you, stops you when you move to take the shirt all the way off. “As hot as you are, I kinda wanna fuck you wearing my clothes.”

You huff a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

Still, the words flutter down to your core. His hands roam your chest, never able to settle anywhere, until he can’t take it anymore and leans in to kiss your neck. “God, you’re hot.”

“How many times are you going to—mm—“

He snickers against your throat. “Oh, we’re still sensitive here, huh?”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Trying,” he mumbles.

Oh, fine. You’re supposed to be trying this “letting go” thing, anyway. You tug at his shirt, let him ravish your neck. “Noya,” you breathe as he finds just the right spot. He responds with a sharp bite. “Careful—mark,” you gasp.

“That doesn’t sound like a complaint to me.” Bastard. You can feel him grinning.

“I have to go back to work at some point after this,” you whine. “Do you want me to walk into the office covered in hickeys or something?”

A muffled laugh. “Well—“

“Do not answer that.”

“Fine, fine.”

He returns to his mission—apparently, to get his mouth on every bit of your skin he possibly can. He’s eager and skilled with his mouth, goes out of his way to mark you places you can’t complain about. (He may or may not get away with marking you in one or two places you should be complaining about.) When he seems satisfied with having made a new tapestry on your neck and shoulders, he returns his attention to your tits, slides your bra off and out from under the shirt with little difficulty.

“That’s better,” he whispers before leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

He’s attentive, or perhaps fixated—one hand on your waist, one on the other breast, both determined to map out the extent of your body however they can as you gasp into the room. When he seems satisfied, he switches, laughing around your flesh as you whine and arch your back into him. He nips at the underside of your breast before moving downward, his hips grinding against your leg just so you know he’s hard.

Not to be outdone, you, too, take the time to map out his body, find places to taste his skin, feel his muscles where he’s retained gorgeous toning from when you were younger. “Okay, I know you want to fuck me wearing your clothes, but I’d like to see you, so will you please—“

“Fine, fine.” He pulls back, whips his shirt off to let you see him. Yeah, he’s still well-toned, still got the hint of abs and the nice arms that used to have your mind wandering back in the day. They feel nice underneath your palms as you sit up to kiss him, his stomach twitching as you lightly drag your nails on the way down.

“God, you’re still so hot,” you groan as your hand meets his mark. He’s hard in your hand as you palm him through his shorts, lets out a low groan of his own as he drops his head onto your shoulder.

“I can’t keep waiting like this.” He grabs your wrist, pushes you down. “Give me a sec.”

You lean back, watch with lidded eyes as he scrambles a little overexcitedly out of his pants. His cock springs free and heavy against his stomach, and before he crawls back on top on you, he finds a condom in his side table and drops it beside you. You laugh. “You really are excitable.”

“Oh, hush,” he says, rolling his eyes. He grabs at your shorts—his, really—and tugs, pulling you towards him with them.

“I thought you didn’t want me taking your clothes off?”

He raises an eyebrow, glaring playfully. “How am I going to eat you out with the shorts on?”

“I’m sure you could find a way.”

“Too much work.” He climbs back on top of you, hands finding your ass and pulling you in close to his mouth. The flat of his tongue drags across your sex, and you drop your head back with a sigh.

He moans again you. “Delicious,” he murmurs, pausing to bite at your inner thigh. He loses himself there, taking the time to leave yet another mark on your skin. You whine, rolling your hips up against nothing.

“Quit marking me and just—“

He moves up, bites harder at your hip. “Hmm?”

“Ugh, Noyaaa, you know what I want.”

He chuckles. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Touch me,” you whine.

“Touch you…?”

“Touch me please. Asshole.”

“Mm. I wanna mark you a bit more.”

“I am going to kick your ass—“

“Hot.” Nevertheless, his fingers find your pussy and press in gently. “You’re so wet, you know that? You didn’t have to tell me a thing.”

You roll your hips up at the contact, only for him to pull his hand away. He clicks his tongue.

“[name],” he practically sings. “You’re going to have to be patient.”

“Pleaseee.”

Again he nips at your hip. Holds your hands down while he sucks a new mark there. When at last he’s satisfied, he repositions himself, slips one finger inside you, two as you finally keen in relief.

He works you up easily, moreso due to his teasing, pumping his fingers into you with an expert curl as his tongue works your clit. As he fingers you, his hips grind against the bed. What, is he so excited he can't help it?

That's... kinda hot.

A third finger joins the fray, and you sigh at the stretch, hips rolling against his face. He continues working you, removing his fingers only to press his whole face into your cunt until you cum on his tongue.

"Fuck, Noya. Where on Earth did you learn that?" you ask as you recover.

He presses his whole body up against yours, face glistening with your slick as he leans in close. "I'm a natural, you know. I've always been good at making pretty girls cum."

"Right, right, how could I forget?"

He laughs softly, leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, but it doesn't bother you—you kiss right back, running a hand through his hair. Maybe tugging a bit when he nibbles at your lip. He returns the favor, once again groping at you. He just can't keep his hands to himself.

When he's satisfied himself, the hand that had been kneading your hip leaves you, searching blindly in the sheets.

You pull away with a snort. "You lost the condom."

"I-I didn't lose it!" he protests.

You roll your eyes, untangle from him as he searches. Your hand finds it quickly enough, but you let him search a little bit longer just to make him sweat. When you've had your fun, you hold it up in two fingers. "I've got it."

He smiles, drops his head against your shoulder. "There it is."

"At least one of us has our head on straight, here," you tease.

"See, I need you! I'll never make it in Italy alone without your beautiful brain by my side."

"I think you just want to bring along a chew toy."

"That's not true!"

You shove his shoulder lightly. "Besides, you always made it through fine. Although I do make things much easier, thank you."

He growls playfully, tackles you down to wrestle the condom from you. "You're sassy after you cum, huh?"

"Am I?"

He nips lightly at your throat, separates just long enough to roll the condom onto his throbbing length.

You hum. "So how are you wanting me?"

"Are you giving me the option?"

"You're the one who was pulling me around all day. Might as well fuck me how you want, too."

A low groan. He grabs at your hips, flips you onto your stomach with ease. "Hands and knees. Please."

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, not that he had to tell you at all from the way his hands grip your hips to position you for him. It’s been a little while—a lot a while, actually—and when he finally, finally presses into you, the stretch burns pleasantly. You sign in unison as he rolls his hips forward, as he pushes until he bottoms out inside your pussy. “You’re so tight,” he sighs. “Take me so well.”

Your stomach flutters at the praise. It does not go unnoticed.

He snakes a hand around to rub at your clit lazily. “How you feeling, pretty girl?”

“Good,” you moan out. “Real good.”

“That’s good. Are you gonna keep being good for me?”

“Mhmm.”

He pulls out a bit, thrusts back in—shallow first, slow and loving to allow you to get used to the stretch. It’s a good stretch, real good. You don’t know how else to describe it, other than you want it—more, harder, faster.

“Noyaaa,” you whine out.

“Mm?” His voice has grown husky, barely exerted as he stretches your walls.

You look back at him as best you can, eyes pathetic when you meet his. “Harder, please.”

You’re not really expecting the growl that leaves his throat. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Pleaseee?”

“Fuck.”

He pulls all the way out, flips you again so you’re dizzy, nearly slams his cock back into you once he gets your legs pushed up and out of the way. Now, he’s not holding back—his hands find yours, fingers intertwined as he pins you down. It’s almost affectionate, if not for the pure lust radiating off of him.

There’s the strength and stamina you were hoping for—he fucks you into the mattress, angles his hips just right that you writhe underneath him. He drinks in the sight of you—moaning on his cock, wearing his shirt, marks all over you from his mouth—and fights not to so much as blink.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Won’t you cum for me?” he croons as he pistons his hips.

“Ah—wanna cum—“

He leans down, mouth latching onto your neck and biting down as he feels you start to get close. When you cum, it’s blinding just a moment, whining into his ear, thrashing beneath him. You nearly cry at the release—it’s too good, too much, and he’s still fucking you.

It doesn’t take long to drag him over the edge with you—your walls are still pulsing around him when at last his hips stutter and still inside you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “Did so well for me.”

You simply whine. Words aren’t gonna happen right now.

He chuckles, pulls out of you in a motion that has you both hissing. You let out a small noise of complaint as his weight leaves the bed.

“I’ve gotta take care of you. I’ll be right back, okay?” He leans over, kisses you on the forehead as you pout.

He disappears despite your childish protesting, returns with no condom on and a damp rag that has you jolting and yelping when he presses it between your legs.

“Sorry. I was only kind of trying to startle you.”

“Ass.”

“I have a nice one, thanks for noticing.”

You snort and reach up for him, making grabby hands in an attempt to get him to come cuddle you. You always have been extra affectionate after the fact.

“I’m just going to put this rag in the bathroom, and then I’ll be back, okay?”

Another whine. He laughs as he leaves the room.

But, well, he makes good on his promise—after a few moments, as your eyelids are already growing heavy, he returns, flopping down on top of you unceremoniously.

“There we go. All yours, pretty girl.”

If there’s regret to be had, you’re sure it’ll hit by morning. For now, his arm winds around you, and your hand comes up to intertwine fingers with his, and you rest, feeling lighter than you have in years.

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hinahaikyuu · 1 year

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you know what... I can fathom the idea that-

You’re Haikyuu Bias/Bias’/Favorites/Lovers would NOT love and accept you for any reason.

You got freckles? That’s cute as fuck. You got tattoos? That’s a bad ass story on your skin. You got scars? Still bad ass stories on your skin. A little overweight? More to love. A lot overweight? EVERYTHING to love! I seriously can not think of any boy that would do you do dirty like that. If you have a good heart, and are a good human they really could care less about the way you look, or what insecurities are on your skin or body. I hope you don’t psyche yourself out darling with that, because they would LOVE IT ALL.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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pavo-ocxllus · 1 year

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𝟎𝟓:𝟒𝟐

you can't deny that going to a drive-in theater at the crack of dawn was not the most thrilling of adventures you've went on with NISHINOYA.

the blue staining the world, marking the early hours of the day and the number of blankets insulating the two of you from cruelties of the blistering cold wasn't exactly the go-to moment for people feel the chills of exhilaration.

rather, a date such as this warranted a different type of chills.

once a gust of wind glided past your face, sending shivers up your spine upon contact, noya was quick to come to your aid, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. you attempted to hold in a giggle as you watched him edge portions of your shared refuge from the cold towards you, grimacing slightly every so often.

afterward, he would use this as an opportunity to snuggle in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against your neck before turning his face back to the set up projection screen ahead, chomping on the microwave popcorn from your shared bin. (fortunately, a scene didn't appear that would cause him to scatter the few kernels left around the roof of your car and the food abyss of the parking lot below).

a silence such as this was one rivaling a quiet when he's on the volleyball court; the obvious difference being instead of the squeaking of shoes against the wood stained floor, there was the sipping of soda and the faraway voices from the movie.

settling into the comforts of your car roof may not be one of the most stirring of adventures you've been on with nishinoya, but with the dramatic music rising to its crescendo and your boyfriend departing from your body to immerse himself into the action movie glowing on the big screen, you really didn't mind.

"OHMYGODOMYGODOHMYGOD—[NAME], LOOK-"

and there he was.

still, you indulged in his beckoning for your attention to the big screen, snuggling into his figure just as he has with yours.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝! <𝟑

#𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!! 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#nishinoya x reader #noya x reader #yuu nishinoya #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya timestamp #nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya yū #haikyuu x reader #i've been on a roll with writing recently #who knew that getting off of this site would help me out lol #i've got a bunch of stuff ready to go!!

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Noya feeding you would be too cute <3

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairings: Nishinoya X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.2K

A/n: Hallelujah! My inbox is finally empty🚶🏻‍♀️

Yes! Yes it would be the cutest!

◆ Nishinoya, who spends hours in the kitchen, trying to make your favorite dish, but fails at every attempt; So he has to order it from the restaurant.

◆Nishinoya, who would make a bento for you, decorating it with heart-shaped vegetables and a small pink card with a "To the prettiest s/o in the world" note, slowly putting it on your desk while your distracted, only to see your delighted reaction.

◆Nishinoya, who loves to take care of you when you're not feeling well, getting the best soup for you, and not letting you eat by yourself; And Nishinoya, who would chuckle when you sulk and tell him that you can eat on your own, claiming that his s/o just has to sit back and relax while he takes care of them.

◆Nishinoya, who would get attached to feeding you since his last experience, and uses every opportunity to feed you again, even when you're outside the house.

◆Nishinoya, who would tease while feeding you. Whenever he raises the spoon and you come closer to consume it, he suddenly takes it back and eats it himself, making you whine and say how mean he is to you.

◆Nishinoya, who would buy your favorite snacks, and is only willing to give it to you if you let him feed you.

◆And Nishinoya, who would have a bite after you, winking at you and saying that you just had an indirect kiss with him and how he can taste your lips only buy eating with your spoon.

Reblogs are apprecaited! :)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #Nishinoya x reader #Nishinoya x you #Nishinoya x y/n #Nishinoya imagines #Nishinoya fluff #Nishinoya headcanons #Nishinoya hcs #Nishinoya yuu x reader #Yuu Nishinoya x reader #Haikyuu hcs #AshTheMadWriter

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heavenly-messenger · 2 years

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currently imagining noya asking out a classmate he only barely knows... and probably by throwing the note at said classmate instead of handing it to them

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Hi!

I’m Nishinoya, y’know, the short guy that sits all the way across the room. You probably remember me as the one that got suspended… that wasn’t my finest moment. But yeah, that’s me. Heh…

So, I was wondering, would you maybe want to go on a date? We’ve only talked like once or twice, but you seem really cool! It’d be great if you just visited one of our volleyball practices or if we sat together at lunch. You probably think I’m a serial killer now, asking you out so randomly, but I promise I’m not. That probably made it sound even more sketchy. Whatever.

So… will I see you around? [] yes [] no

-Nishinoya

#comfort letters #get a letter #anime letters #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu nishinoya #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x m!reader #nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya x reader #yuu nishinoya #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya oneshot #nishinoya yū

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sixosix · 2 years

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𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐘𝐔𝐔: 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

# fem!reader, noya and managers: a prequel, noya is his own warning, crushes, this fic is very dumb, wc 500

nishinoya takes a glance at you, and in the span of a second, hears wedding bells in his head.

“ryuu,” nishinoya begins, voice thick with solemnity. a shadow casts over his eyes, betraying the usual brightness that comes naturally to him. “take care of kiyoko-san, will you?”

tanaka scrunches his face in confusion before it drops as if he’s been slammed by a volleyball. he roars an alarmed: “are you dying!?” and shakes nishinoya back and forth by the shoulders.

“what?” nishinoya laughs, shaking his head haughtily. “my bro, my dude, ryuu—i’m talking about her.”

he points at the door, where the rest of the eyes followed.

shimizu waves once, a happy smile that you’d rarely see on her gracing her lips. “sorry to disturb you,” she says, as all the boys hastily disagree, “we have a new manager starting today. please be kind to her.”

a manager, nishinoya’s brain dumbly echoes. and then, louder: YOUR manager.

a choir of angels is singing to him and he bows his head in gratitude, pointedly ignoring tsukishima’s disgusted noise from beside him.

tanaka, as anyone would expect, starts flocking to the karasuno’s managers, fawning over them as if he’s kissing the ground they’re walking on—maybe he is—and effectively freaking the new manager out.

“hey,” daichi intones, “tanaka.”

tanaka yelps, bolting away like a spring.

shimizu smiles down at you while you’re looking up at her like a lost puppy. cute… nishinoya’s soul sings along with the choir. “you wanted to see him, right? i didn’t lie when i mentioned he’s back in the club.”

you look back at the boys, surveying them with eagerness.

wait, who’s back in the club?

and then you look right at him, as if it’s a magnetic pull—and nishinoya is stuck on his spot, wide-eyed. a deer in headlights. “nishinoya-senpai!” you exclaim, delight dancing in your eyes.

senpai.

…nishinoya-senpai.

oh my god.

tanaka clasps his hands together to pray for a fallen soldier.

nishinoya’s heart explodes—well, not literally, but also not figuratively because he sure as hell feels like it. “y-you know me?”

he tries to say it triumphantly. ha! take that! pretty manager acknowledged me and me only! kneel before me etc, etc. but his voice cracked and his face is too red to be cool.

“ah,” and then you tip your head forward for a quick bow, “yes. i—um, i saw your match. back at chidoriyama.” a fan! wait. you’re a fan!? “watching you play… inspired me to get into volleyball.”

ding. ding. ding. church bells sing again.

nishinoya gets on one knee right in front of you, “please be my wife.”

his future wife stammers a flustered, “ah, uh, no thanks?”

oh. duh. idiot, you don’t have a ring right now.

nishinoya watches as you, flabbergasted, get pulled around the room while the boys introduce themselves. and he swears he isn’t kidding, but you keep glancing at him just as much as he’s staring openly at you.

“wow,” tanaka says as he walks up from behind him. “she likes you. can i be your best man?”

“you will always be my best man, ryuu.”

you smile at them, and then make eye contact with him once again. “thank you for having me.”

someday, he’ll be able to say to you: i told you so. and he cannot fucking wait for that time to come.

#606:HQ #606:KRSN #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya yuu x you #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya fanfiction

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shxtodxroki · 11 months

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Yu Nishinoya Masterlist

Here is where you will find all of my writing for Noya! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3

♡ Headcanons ♡

- Karasuno Boys When You Prank Them By Dodging Their Kisses (3.1k)

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1tsnoya · 2 years

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･ﾟ:* 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 *:📸･

a nishinoya x fem!reader smau

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𝐀/𝐍: HOLY SHIT 1TSNOYA UPDATES AFTER A YEAR!!!!! crazy…… 🤭

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬: yeah oikawa and terushima watch drag race bc i said so • kiyoko mutes the gc a LOT but has never left • kageyama mutes the gc 24/7 • kags really does appreciate kiyoko’s management just doesn’t know how to express it • tanaka always buys kiyoko flowers when he feels bad

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: being asked to join the most popular group on youtube is an offer of a lifetime, you’re practically living out your dream. however a deal like this comes with rules...the most important one being that you can’t date any other members of the group.

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luvbugs-blog · 2 years

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haikyuu masterlist

tobio kageyama

kei tsukishima

tadashi yamaguchi

yuu nishinoya

keiji akaashi

koutarou bokuto

tetsurou kuroo

#kageyama #kageyama x reader #akaashi keiji #kei tsukishima x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi fluff #nishinoya x reader #yuu nishinoya x reader #akaashi x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader

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izukuwus · 2 months

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thinking started feeling like burning - nishinoya yuu/reader

m.list - deleted smut scene - read on ao3

A/N: would you believe I wrote the majority of this BEFORE having a complete mental break and quitting my job without any sort of plan? this one is gonna have a smut spinoff oneshot sometime before the end of the month but no clear ETA yet due to school and job hunting. this boy needs more love and goddammit I may not be confident in my noya but I'M GONNA GIVE IT TO HIM

Summary: Nothing had changed since you left. Not him, a brilliant hurricane, and not you, a lost robot moving forward with no goals or dreams of your own. Opposites attract, after all.

Warnings: past minor character death, suggestive themes. reader is gender-neutral but for purposes of the deleted smut scene coming later is afab. reader basically has an anxiety disorder and it's implied they have not great parentage but no major detail is gone into.

Word count: ~8600

desolate

/dĕs′ə-lĭt, dĕz′-/

adjective

1. Devoid of inhabitants; deserted

2. Barren; lifeless

Yeah, maybe that was it. Desolate. In this hotel room—small, furnished but empty—you set aside your phone and its little dictionary definition of what’s wrong with you and the definition imprints itself on your brain all over again. Hardly the first time you’ve known the meaning of the word, but perhaps the first you’ve recognized it in your face.

In high school, you’d occupied your time with almost nothing but studying. There had been friends, one or two, and a blip towards the end in the form of a boyfriend, but you had potential and didn’t need to focus on things like going out to karaoke or making out with a guy when you had exams to study for.

You had so much potential.

You recall, dimly, having memorized the definition for desolate one day among all your vocabulary. More than that, reciting it for a hopeless light in your life who just didn’t get all this school stuff.

Your nose wrinkles at the memory. Best not get caught up in that spiral, yeah?

Against your better judgment, you flop onto the hotel room bed face-first and sigh. What the fuck are you even doing here? None of this was necessary. None of this was planned for.

There’s, of course, the simple textbook facts of the situation: you attended a work event, and halfway through, went to the bathroom and just stared at yourself in the mirror—much like the way you spent the past half an hour in a hotel bathroom—went home, got in your car, and drove to a hotel precariously close to your hometown. Sure, there’d been some kind of internal monologue going on, but you don’t remember any of it anymore. Nothing beyond what you’ve known for the past six years:

Something is fundamentally wrong with you.

“So, what, we get in our car and drive away and don’t show up to work and hope it all works out?”

The desolate room does not answer the desolate you.

Some species of sea turtle have been observed returning to the beach where they were born in order to nest, a phenomenon known as “natal homing”. There are many theories as to how they are able to return to their birthplace…

Like the sea turtle, you swim through endless water and find yourself, of all places, back in Miyagi, staring at a house you only vaguely remember and wondering if your instincts really led you here, or if you’re staring at a random stranger’s house you’ve never been to. Maybe there’s more than one family with his last name in the area.

It looks like all the others—a house in the countryside, standard and homely. You were here… what? Three times? Five?

Not even in the double digits—you know that much. You and Noya had spent more time together at school, or at your house. Your parents hadn’t wanted you to spend too much time alone with a guy at his house. In hindsight, you kind of get it. His grandfather hadn’t exactly been the type to make sure you two were being good kids, or whatever.

Still, you run your fingers over the nameplate, the kanji of Nishinoya’s last name, and try to figure out why this, of all places, is where you’ve drifted to.

“[name]?”

You startle, looking to the voice. Familiar, yet matured. Perhaps a bit lower. Perhaps carrying an emotion you don’t recognize. That, you know, must be him.

You note with a barely-stifled laugh that Noya has not changed his hair in the years since you’ve seen him. Still that stupid, adorable tuft of dyed blond hanging down in his face. Good.

Then, the feeling passes, and the panic sets in.

What the fuck are you doing at your ex-boyfriend’s house?

“Noya,” you breathe. You nod to him, stunned.

“Holy shit, that’s actually you!” He’s closed the distance in an instant, swept you off your feet in a hug that has you crying out in surprise. When he sets you down, you stumble, trying to catch your brain before it falls out your head. He studies you with bright, sharp eyes. “What are you doing here?”

Ah. “Uh, yeah. About that? I… I have no idea.”

He blinks slowly, and then he’s laughing. “That’s not like you at all! Come on, if you’ve got the time to sit down, I’m sure we’ve got something around here to feed you with.”

“Feed me…? Wait, I…”

But he’s already grabbed your wrist, pulled you across the forbidden threshold and right to the front door. Maybe you should have thought about literally anything before showing up at his house.

Too late for regrets, you guess. You’re in way too deep for him to let you slip away now.

In your mind, Nishinoya is steepling his hands together like a stern employer trying to figure out the best way to admonish a bad employee. The image doesn’t really suit him, and you do know that, but you still feel like cubicle fodder waiting to get chewed out.

In reality, he’s resting his chin in his hand, watching you carefully as you run your thumb over the glass of water he’s given you and try not to meet his eyes. (It had taken quite a bit of debating to keep him from actually feeding you. The water was a concession in a valiant fight.)

“So, you don’t know what you’re doing?”

A slow nod.

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” The statement, repeated, does little to hide how astounded he is at the concept.

You sigh. It is easy and so, so heavy as the air escapes you. Maybe you can drown your errant thoughts in water until you understand just what, exactly, you’re trying to do here. You try, but no matter how much you drink, you still don’t have an answer. “Pretty much, yeah. I just sort of ended up here.”

He has an easy smile on his lips, sharp eyes taking you in. “After what?”

“What do you mean, after what?”

“I mean, it’s not like you to just run off and end up anywhere. You’re, you know, thoughtful and stuff! I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of you just doing something without at least three plans ready to go in case something went wrong.”

“I mean, there was you,” you admit with a laugh.

Shit. That was the wrong thing to say, but here you are, panicking and thinking you’ll make things even more awkward than you already feel, and there he is, smiling like he’s looking at…

What?

It isn’t until he’s leaning in further like he’s about to say something dirty that you realize your real mistake in that response.

“You didn’t think before you did me, huh?”

Your cheeks flare, and you hurriedly down the rest of the glass of water while you try to think of a suitable redirect. “You know what I meant!”

“Sure do! You meant—“

“Oh, hush.”

He laughs, and you fall into silence, trying to commit the sound of his laugh to memory.

That’s what sucks about this, oddly enough: you sit at his dining room table, holding a now-empty cup, and it’s just as easy as it always was. He tells you what he’s been up to: how he doesn’t play volleyball anymore (tragic—you loved watching him play) and he’s been traveling a lot (infuriating—you love to travel) and he’s dated once or twice since you last spoke, but nothing really lasting.

(heartbreaking.)

(you love—)

(you loved him when you left.)

“So,” he says, ever enthusiastic to redirect the conversation onto you, “what have you been up to?”

“Nothing, I guess.”

“Oh, come on. You’ve always been amazing. I bet you’ve been doing something awesome with that brain of yours. You wanted to write, right? How’s that going?”

Hah. Amazing. He’s only saying that because you were useful when you tutored him. “No, really. Nothing. Sales, I guess. Convincing people to give up money for a product I don’t believe in for a company I hate. I guess I’m up for a promotion soon. Really though, I think I’ve probably just been dead for the last… what, six years?”

You’d picked the number because it was when you graduated high school. That had made sense to you—college, too, had felt like nothing. No parties, no partners, just studying, exams, and keeping your body moving forward until you had a neat little degree in a field you didn’t care about. But when you spare a glance away from the window, where your attention has been glued in hopes of avoiding letting the awkwardness and pain of this whole situation actually hit you, it’s the first time since he ran into you that Noya isn’t smiling at you.

Oh yeah. And right before you graduated, you’d broken up with him.

“You broke up with me, you know,” he says after a long moment. “Are you saying you’ve been a ghost this whole time?”

And ouch. He’s right, and you hate that. It hadn’t been his fault you’d left. It’d been your insecurities, your inability to handle the weight of your parents’ disapproval, your unwillingness to fight for something that seemed so correct, your stunning realization that Noya would always shine too brightly for you to be the one standing beside him. He always thought you were amazing, but you were nothing compared to his whirlwind personality, his passion, his sense of life.

Maybe this would have been easier if you’d ever told him that.

“I don’t know what I’m saying. Probably just that high school was the last time I felt like a real person, and that ever since, I’ve just been going through the motions and slowly losing my mind and trying not to panic about the fact that not only do I not have any direction in life, I don’t even know how to enjoy it if I did.” Your words come out calm and metered. You try not to betray the worst of it.

For a moment, talking to him, you’d been able to forget the person you’ve been since graduation. You were always moving forward a step at a time, but at some point, you stopped being a hiker on your predetermined life path and just let yourself be a robot. Mechanical step after mechanical step. Just keep moving forward and you’ll get to where you’re going. When you get to where you’re going, you’ll take another stupid, empty step towards where you’re going now. Some successful career, some boring partner that your parents like, kids, wake up, go to sleep, another day, another day, another day doing exactly what you’re expected to do. Just keep following that bright, clear line. That bright, clear line to nowhere at all.

And then you stumbled. And now you’re here, again. Dizzy, sitting at the same table with the same guy.

At some point, you’d trailed off, staring at the table and searching for scars of a life well-used on its surface. You hear the shuffle of him standing over you, and look up to find him reaching out a hand to you. “Alright. Come on.”

“Come… on?”

He leans forward a bit more to take your hand and pull you up. “I’m taking you out to dinner.”

“Huh? Wait, but where?”

“Don’t know yet!”

He drags you out, and you stumble after him in mind and body.

“It’s one o’clock!”

“So we’ll scout places that look good while we get lunch. You don’t have anything to do, right?”

“Well, no, but—“

“Then we’re going!”

He pulls you right past the entryway, nearly has you out the front door before you can protest. “I’m not wearing shoes, Noya! You’re not wearing shoes!”

He only laughs, only pauses, only gives you a moment. “Get them on, then.”

“And do you even have your wallet?”

He blinks and pats his pockets. “Guess not! You’ve got until I’m back with my wallet to get your shoes on and decide to let this happen!”

Decide… to let this happen?

He disappears around the corner, deeper into the house, and at last you sigh, sitting to put your shoes on properly. You doubt he’ll be quick finding his wallet—if he’s anything like you remember (and so far, he’s exactly like you remember) then he has absolutely no idea where he put it last. If you didn’t think he’d absolutely drag you out the door once it was found, you’d kick your shoes back off and help him look.

After getting your shoes on, setting his out in ideal kicking-feet-into-without-stopping position, and five minutes of listening to him rustle about the house, you glance at a table in the entryway and smile at the sight of a plain black wallet in the dish. You inspect it, just in case it’s not his—there’s been no sign of Noya’s grandfather around, but almost nothing’s changed, so he probably still lives here. Better to check.

You open it, just to see that it’s got his ID in there and not someone else’s, and nearly slam it closed again immediately.

Yeah, it’s his missing wallet. ID and everything. And, in the little photo slot, a six-year-old photo of him in his volleyball jersey, million-volt smile on his face as you push him away with your own brilliant smile. He’d just won a game, and you’d been busy trying to get him, gross and sweaty, to stop getting all that gross and sweaty on you even as you laughed the entire time. Tanaka took the picture, you think—there’s a bit of thumb in the bottom right corner.

Noya keeps a photo of the two of you in his wallet. After six years without talking.

A noise bangs from somewhere else in the house, and you close the wallet and force down the warmth welling in your chest and rushing to your face. “All good?” you call out.

“I can’t find my stupid wallet!” he shouts back a moment later. He sounds a bit frustrated. “This isn’t going to work if I spend the whole day trying to—“

“Nishinoya,” you cut him off, half sing-song, “you left it by the door.”

No reply except the thudding of feet as he runs right up to you and plucks it from your hand. “There it is! I found it!”

“Oh, really? You found it?”

“Yep! Are your shoes on? We gotta go now!”

“Go where? You’re in an awful rush. Do you have plans or something?”

He kicks his shoes on and grabs your wrist again. “Nope! You’re gonna love it!”

Really a type of plankton, jellyfish possess extremely limited swimming abilities, if any at all, and rely on the currents to control their horizontal movements through the sea.

It occurs to you, as you make the trek to the bus stop, that you didn’t have to say yes to this. Well, really, it’s not like you said yes so much as didn’t say otherwise, and Noya, ever the trail-blazer, pulled you along for the ride. What’s even the difference in what you’re doing now and what you’ve been doing these past six years?

You barely make the bus. Nishinoya pays the fare for both of you, before you can protest, and when there’s only one open seat, he takes it.

“You’re such a gentleman,” you snort.

He responds by tugging you down into his lap. “I am!”

You’re stronger than you were in high school. Really, you are. You don’t collapse into emotions like embarrassment. You don’t let the sensation of being flustered consume you. You do not.

…you bury your face in your hands. “What are we doing right now?”

Always laughing. Always lighthearted. “What do you mean? We’re taking the bus someplace we can find some restaurants.”

“You know exactly what I mean!”

The bus passes over a bump, and he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. “You know, you’ve barely changed at all.”

“Neither have you,” you fire back. You meant it as an accusation, but the words come out tender. “You’re still a complete hurricane.”

He laughs, his own tenderness bleeding through. “And you’re still not letting yourself have anything you want.”

“When have I ever—“

“I think you know.” His other arm comes around your waist, holding you in a loose hug, chin resting against your arm.

You try not to stiffen at all the contact. This, too, is something you haven’t felt in ages—simple, casual touch. He had always been that way, resting a hand on your shoulder, your back, running fingers through the ends of your hair, like if he stopped touching you, you’d run away.

Maybe he was right. Maybe he is right.

“You didn’t answer me before. Are you still writing? I’ve been keeping an eye out for your name on the shelves, you know.”

You rest a hand on his arm, half considering pushing his arm off. The bus stops, but apparently not at a stop Noya is interested in dragging you off at—he steadies you as the bus jolts, and as a few passengers file off, you consider admitting the answer.

“Poetry these days, mostly. It’s not like I’d ever get published if I went for it, so I just scribble out a few half-assed lines and—“

“See, stop that. That’s half your problem right there, you know!”

“Another seat just opened up, you know,” you mumble. If you try to fight him on this, he’ll end up talking you into these grand ideas that you’ll never be able to accomplish, and by the end of the day he’ll probably have you in love with him all over again, even though you know it would never work, even though you know you’d never really be anything—as an employee, as a person, as his. “We don’t have to do this… couple-y thing.”

“I want to, though. It’s nice, isn’t it?”

…it is. It really is.

“…I still like to write, but I never have time anymore. It’s work, recovering from work, getting ready for work, waiting to come home from work so I can prep lunches and wash my clothes so I have something to eat and wear at work. I don’t have energy for anything except meetings, emails, and phone calls where no one means anything they say.”

“Damn. No wonder you seem so lost. Why don’t you quit?”

“And do what? It’s not like I have a dream job. I just want to get by and survive—“

“Why? You’re not happy. Don’t you want to do something more than survive?”

“I don’t even know what that would look like, Noya.”

He says everything so simply. Just quit. Just move on. Just move forward. He’s lucky, you think. He doesn’t know what it’s like to have parents planning out your entire life for you.

…okay, that was mean. Add that to the list of things that are wrong with you.

He sighs, shaking you gently in his hold. “It’s worse than I thought. Hey, [name], why’d you come here?”

“I told you already. I have no idea.”

“Alright. Adding it to the list. Today, you’re experiencing adventure for the first time in six years, and you’re gonna figure out what you were doing standing outside my house at noon on a Saturday. If I have my way, you’re also going to be quitting your job and starting a promising career as the greatest writer Japan’s ever seen, renowned the world over, but we can get to that some other time if you want!”

“Noya, I’m not—“ Your words die in your throat as his fingers slide between yours. You hadn’t realized your hand was sliding up his arm, but here he is, holding hands with you like it’s nothing.

God. How old are you, again?

Lunch ends up being crepes. Never mind the fact that crepes are not a meal, not even when Noya suggests buying two each—he proudly declares it lunch, and so lunch it must be. You’re lucky that he graciously allowed you to get a table, though he’d insisted on grabbing one outside even as the sky above has started to loom with rainclouds.

“And what’ll we do if it rains?” you retort drily as he sits across from you.

“We’ll figure it out,” he grins, sliding you a menu. “Dry off after we get rained on, not before.”

You snort. “How about we just try not to get rained on?”

“Then we would be sitting inside, and you wouldn’t get to look up at the clouds while we eat! You always liked the way the sky looked before it rained, right?”

A soft huff leaves you, a small smile unbidden. “You actually remember that? I think I said that to you, like, one time.”

He nods. “Only had to say it once! Besides, I caught you staring up at the sky in the rain more than once.”

“And yet, I had to repeat the same information for you so many times, only for you to still get it wrong on test day…”

“Hey! I was distracted!”

“You weren’t supposed to be,” you tease.

“What was I supposed to do? There was this gorgeous person sitting across from me telling me all these complicated things in a nice voice. I’m a simple man!”

Though your cheeks heat at the declaration, you can’t help but laugh. “Clearly.”

“Yeah. Clearly.” For just a moment, he’s soft, unbearably soft, and you fear looking at him. Quick, change the subject before you have to acknowledge whatever’s going on here!

“S-so!” Smooth! You’re doing great, sweetie! “Any idea what you’re going to get?”

He slaps a finger down on the menu without looking. “A… monte… monte…”

You sigh and peer over to look at the fanciful English he’s pointing to. “A Monte Cristo crepe?”

“Yeah!”

“Did you read the part where it’s got onions as a main ingredient? Don’t you hate onions?”

He wrinkles his nose, but stands firm. “I’m sure!”

You huff softly. “Alright. Far be it from me to stop you.”

“What about you? Make a pros and cons list for each menu item yet?” he teases.

“For your information, I don’t have to do that when ordering in restaurants. That’s for big decisions. But…” You sigh. “I haven’t eaten out in a while. It stresses me out.”

“Why?”

“So let’s say I pick something that looks good, and it sucks. I won’t eat it because it sucks, but then I feel like I’ve insulted the chef and wasted my time and money.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. But at least you’ll know! When’s the last time you actually ate out like this?”

You bite your lip thoughtfully. When was it?

“I… think I did a celebration dinner with my parents when I graduated?”

“College?”

“No, high school. We didn’t celebrate when I graduated college.”

Once again, he’s staring at you in blank disbelief. “[name], that was six years ago.”

You flush. “Yeah, so?”

“That’s so sad. What have you been doing? I’m about to take you on a food tour just so you can catch up on all the restaurants you’ve been missing.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Please, no. I can’t eat that much.”

“Then we’ll spread it out!”

“Noya…”

The waiter drops in at exactly the wrong time. Flustered, you stumble your way into lemonade for you, apple cider for him, and then, as he’s confidently mispronouncing “Monte Cristo” to the waiter, you panic and end up ordering some curry crepe, a concept which intrigues and horrifies you.

“How’d you even find this place? Seems weird for there to be some half-French, half-English upscale crepe restaurant out in Miyagi.”

“What do you mean, how did I find it? We found it together. I’ve never eaten here.”

Right. He’s completely winging everything. “Amazing.”

“Right?”

Drinks come, and you sigh into a masterful lemonade and try to think of things to say to fill the space between you and your ex. (You have to try not to forget that bit—that this isn’t natural, that this can’t lead anywhere. For your sake and his.) “So, how’s your grandfather been?”

The easy smile on Noya’s lips drops. “Oh. He died late last year. Age caught up to him, I guess.”

Oh. Fuck. “Noya, I’m so…”

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. Crazy bastard had a hell of a time of it. He’d hate for me to sit around feeling bad about it, anyway.”

He wouldn’t want you to pity him. Doesn’t want you to pity him. You know that. But…

Did Noya ever talk about any other family members when you knew him? You know he lived in that house with his grandfather. No siblings. Never mentioned any cousins. You know he didn’t grow up around his parents, either…

Has he been alone this whole time?

You reach across the table. Place a hand on his. “Maybe I’ll visit more often.”

In silence, the two of you sit and wait for your crepes.

The crepes come out, and with them, new points of conversation that carry you both to finishing—all the way until Noya manages to argue you into letting him pay. He pulls you along, a bit slower than before, a bit easier. You can’t help but let him take your hand and bring you wherever the wind is leading him, half-pitying him and half from the complete lack of will to fight him all day.

“I told you you weren’t gonna like what you ended up ordering.”

“You liked it though, right?”

Predictably, he’d taken one bite of the crepe and instantly realized his mistake. Far too much onions for his tastes. Your curry crepe had been… well…

Let’s just say that you weren’t especially upset when Noya asked you to swap.

“It was really good, if you like onions.”

“I know what I like! Onions aren’t it!”

It’s easy like this, and the day really is nice. There’s rain on the breeze and in the clouds, a pleasant scent and a comforting gloom over the day. You tease and joke back and forth, hand in hand like it’s natural, and it is. It’s easy, being around him. It was easy back then, too. So easy it scares you.

You’re just waiting for the bottom to fall out.

You’re waiting for the bottom to fall out, and it does—with a shriek and loud laughter, rain chases the both of you underneath a tree and within sight of the nearest bus stop, soaking you both through to the bone.

“See?” Noya says, grinning as he pulls you a little closer underneath the tree. “Now we can worry about getting dry.”

“You’re unbelievable,” said with a smile. “What is all this meant to prove again?”

“Well, why’d you come here?”

“Here? You dragged me out here.”

“Yeah, but why’d you come back to Miyagi? I’m just saying, my doorstep is not the first place I expected you to turn up on when the inevitable nervous breakdown hit.”

You fall silent, shiver in the rain. It’s peaceful. You try to focus on watching for a bus, anything except the question you were asked.

“[name].”

You glance at him, yelp a little to find how close the two of you have gotten. This close, in this kind of situation, it’d be only natural for you to lean in, for you to brush your lips against his.

God, have you even kissed anyone since you burned everything down?

You’re not doing this. You’re not falling into a hurricane like him again. You won’t be able to come back if you do that. (Especially with such a fucking cliché.)

You turn away. “You already asked me that. I told you before, I don’t know.”

He hums thoughtfully. Drapes his jacket over both of your heads in an attempt to keep you both from looking any more rained out than you already do.

“I’m just saying, if you want my opinion, you’re going to have to do a lot more adventuring and a lot less sales for a company you hate if you want to remember what ‘happy’ is supposed to feel like.”

“Not sure I ever knew what that was like to begin with.”

“Never?”

“When I was a kid, maybe.”

He tilts his head. “Not even when we dated? Is that why you broke up with me?” He sounds genuinely curious. Would it feel better, you wonder, if he sounded hurt?

You wince. “I didn’t mean… I just…” A sigh. “It’s more like, I was too afraid to let myself be happy when I was with you.” In the close proximity, you find it easier to let your head rest against him a little. “Please don’t misunderstand. I like you. I probably would have been really happy with you if there weren’t something fundamentally wrong with me as a person.” Shit. You definitely misspoke there.

“I don’t really know how to teach you to relax a little, but it’s gotta be easier now that you’re out of your parents’ house. Maybe you need to go somewhere completely new. Get a fresh outlook.”

You arch a brow his way. At least he’s not commenting on your slip of the tongue. “What are you suggesting, Nishinoya?”

“I’m leaving for Italy. Six weeks. That’s enough time for you to plan your little heart out, right?”

“Italy.”

He nods, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Italy.”

“And if I came back after six years to kill you or something?”

He barks a laugh, stark against the pouring rain. His eyes linger on you. The part of you that’s charitable to yourself thinks he might be mentally undressing the clothes sticking to your skin, though you know it’s more of a challenging look. “I’d like to see you try.”

One soaking wet bus ride back to Noya’s house doesn’t save you from this little adventure plan of his. Instead, you’re given a towel or two to dry off with and a change of clothes from his closet, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. The way he acts, everything is.

So now here you are, wearing a shirt far too large for you that you’ve wrestled into looking somewhat nice with Nishinoya’s jeans. It slides off your shoulder a bit no matter how many times you fix it. You admit, you do manage to pull it off, but the whirlwind of the day still has your head spinning with just how wrong this situation is.

You’re supposed to be at work right now. You should be in office clothes, sitting at a desk in a too-cold cubicle that you never got around to decorating, perfect and polished while you tap out yet another perfectly-balanced email, three-quarters professional, one-quarter gentle familiarity to lure your clients into a false sense of security. Not standing in your ex’s bathroom, tying one of his t-shirts at the waist, adjusting your hair to look closer to “decent” than “drowned rat”. This, this day, this situation, was never supposed to happen.

Is this whole day going to be a stumble? How long will it be until you catch yourself and get back to moving forward? When you do, will you still have a place at your desk?

Do you even want one?

A knock at the bathroom door. “If you give me your clothes, I’ll get them started drying,” his voice filters through the door.

All of these actions have been so easy. Your wet clothes, picked up from where they hung shower-side. Easy to wring them out a bit more to keep from making the floor worse. Easy to open the door. Easy to hand them to him.

Nothing had ever been particularly hard before him, but falling in love with him had been just like this: easy.

Maybe the first easy thing you ever remember.

So you go along with it. Another bus ride, this one less crowded than before. This time with umbrella in hand—just one, because of course Noya didn’t even think about it on the way out the door—and a determination to figure out what the hell you’re doing here to begin with.

Everything is as everything was, you think. Shops lining the street, one familiar sight in particular, one of two things you had never had the strength to deny yourself back in school. At the sight of the bookshop, you tug Nishinoya to a stop. You’re a little surprised when he actually does stop.

“Sorry, can we head in? I used to love this place back in school.” You nod to the bookshop. He smiles and lets you lead the way.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve done something selfish today,” he comments as you lead him in.

You refuse to meet that one with a reply.

The shop is exactly as you remember. High stacks of books, books, books everywhere. The scent of old books and a slight spice in the air, scents blending and mixing until, for just a moment, you’re in high school again, marveling at rare finds coming through the used books section and finding some new world to escape into.

You sigh into the scent and disappear into the stacks. Noya is kind enough to humor you as you pick through, find a title or two to take up to the register. If you really do come back to visit from time to time, you’ll have to make sure to stop in here when you do. The old woman at the register hasn’t aged a day. She smiles when she sees you the same way you’re smiling as you approach her.

“Is that little [name]?” she asks, though you both know she already knows the answer. “Why, I haven’t seen you around here in ages! You’ve grown so well!”

“It’s wonderful to see you again, ma’am.”

“Just as polite as you always were. Find everything you were looking for?”

She’s got a poster on the counter by the register. You steal a glance, then meet her eyes with a smile. “Sure did! I’m glad to see you guys are still here.”

Her smile turns bitter. “I’m not sure how much longer, I’m afraid.”

Ah. There’s the heartbreak, panic, fear. “What?”

“It can’t be helped. It’s getting difficult to watch this place in my age, and my Taka’s not been doing so well lately. The kids are all off worrying about their own lives now…”

Your chest twists at the thought. “Can’t you find help?”

“We’ve been looking, but…”

It cannot possibly be this easy.

There’s no way.

“But…”

Noya slides a few bills over the counter while you’re busy fighting a war in your head.

“Oh, and who’s this? You’ve got to introduce your boyfriend, dear.”

“Oh, he’s not—“

“It’s nice to meet you, Granny! I’m Nishinoya.”

Already, they’re spiraling off into some side conversation, too fast for you to make the obvious correction as the old lady makes your—Noya’s—change. She tucks a little bookmark into the front of the stack, and you slide your new books into your bag in resignation. It becomes his space as easily as it was yours, and somehow, it doesn’t feel wrong.

After you’ve left, you consider clearing the air, bringing up… whatever that was.

…it’s not worth the argument.

Another few shops, another few stops. Another few steps forward, another few hours, and yet again you’re sitting across from him, fretting over being underdressed at the restaurant you’ve both happened across and settled on.

“Are you sure we’re dressed alright?” you mutter.

“They let us in the door, didn’t they?”

…yeah, you don’t know what you expected him to say.

“Besides, you look great,” he adds. His eyes dance over you, over the bare skin on your shoulder where you’ve finally given up on pulling the neck of his shirt back up. “I think you wear that better than I ever have.”

You ignore him in favor of another menu, another decision to make that feels earth-shattering. At least you’re aware you’re being ridiculous when it comes to ordering. Really, what’s going to change if you get the fun-looking drink you might not like over the safe one? How bad would it really be if you didn’t like your meal that much?

Drinking too much. Discovering a new allergy. Food poisoning—

“You’re overthinking again,” he teases.

“I’m always overthinking,” you grumble.

“Maybe you need to take the edge off.”

He’s right, and you know that in theory. But in the practice and the day-to-day, you stare at the drinks menu and feel your chest constrict with that itch of anxiety all over again.

“You’ve just got to jump in before you can talk yourself out of it. Come on, [name], let me distract you a little.”

…you don’t think he’s trying to flirt, but your face feels hot all the same. And, well, shit, Noya is a great distraction. He’s a bit less keyed-up than he was back then, but he’s still endlessly charming, endlessly easy to get wrapped up in if you lower your guard even a moment.

“…fine. So what’s this you were saying earlier about Italy?”

His eyes light up. You rest your chin in your palm, glance over the menu again as he tells you about his dreams of traveling the world, how he wants to seek new thrills and see all these new things. You can see every potential disaster of the situation—for one, he has a house back home that someone’s going to need to care for while he’s away, and he doesn’t seem to have thought of that. For another, he’s got an inheritance and no passive income to work with. His grandfather’s leftover money may be substantial enough for this to work in the short term, but longer-term…

Well, one day, he’s going to run headfirst into a hole he can’t climb out of himself.

The thought scares you. Who’s going to be there for him when that happens?

The waiter stops by. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you pick out something alcoholic and fruity and try not to preen under Noya’s delighted approval.

“I’ve never seen you drunk before. Looking forward to it,” he grins. This time, you’re sure he means it flirtatiously, given the wicked gleam in his eyes.

You reach across the table to bat at his arm. “Keep looking, then. I don’t plan on getting drunk tonight. Just buzzed enough to put up with you.”

“Well, that’s no fun. I wanted to know what you’re like when you finally let loose.”

“Excuse you, I can be plenty fun without getting drunk off my ass.”

“Then let’s see it.”

Drinks come out, food orders are placed. You get your margarita halfway down before the buzz starts really setting in, a pleasant warmth blossoming through you. At least now when Noya makes your face hot with some offhanded comment, you can blame it on something other than your own weak heart.

“You know, this is the most adventurous thing I’ve done since I dated you,” you admit once you’re both walking back to the bus stop. Fully sober you would never have this conversation. You recognize that, but there’s enough pleasant fuzz in your head that for once you do not give nearly enough of a fuck to stop yourself. The night is warm, maybe even romantic. “This whole… running around, stopping at random restaurants, getting drenched in the rain without an umbrella. All that.”

He’s got this soft look in his eyes as he regards you. “Really? I can’t say I’m surprised. You were always worrying about everything.”

You snort. “Someone had to.”

“We were kids, though. You probably could have left at least some of that worrying to your parents.”

“Believe it or not, they gave nearly all of that worry to me. On purpose, I think.” You sigh, lean against him just a touch. Your balance never was all that great sober. “I had to be perfect. You were that one little blip.”

“Hey, it felt perfect to me.”

“Did I make a mistake, do you think?”

He looks a little wounded at that. To your credit, he’s definitely misinterpreting. “Dating me?”

“No. Leaving you.”

He pauses, an awkward motion that has you both stumbling just a bit. He’d drank over dinner, too—you’re both buzzed, and the bubbly, floaty feeling ebbs out as you stare at each other. “Why do you say that?”

“I just… I thought about it a lot,” you mumble. “What it would have been like. If I’d just stayed, instead of letting the thought of my parents scare me into running away.”

He huffs a soft laugh and winds his arm around your shoulder. “I thought about it, too. Come on. You don’t need to make it back to the hotel alone; I’ve got a guest bedroom you can use tonight. That, and I’ve still got your clothes.”

Oh. Right.

You nod and let him walk you back to his home.

“Have you figured anything out yet?” he asks as he finds another oversized t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts for you to sleep in. “Gotten even a little closer to figuring out how to do something you actually feel like doing?”

“I had fun,” you mumble in reply. “I know that much, at least.”

“Good. That was mostly the point.” He hands the clothes over to you. They’re more neatly folded than you would have given him credit for.

“Mostly?”

“Well,” he grins, “I also wanted to spend the day with you. Didn’t figure you’d ever agree if I didn’t drag you out before you could think about it too hard.”

“It was nice,” you admit. “Thank you. For all of it. I… I still don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow, though.”

“Is it so bad listening to what you feel like doing every once in a while, though?”

“If I knew what I felt like doing, maybe.” You linger awkwardly in his doorway, bounce your shoulder rhythmically against the frame. “You’ve got your work cut out for you if you think one day is gonna get me that in tune with my brain.”

“That’s why I asked you to come to Italy with me.” He tilts his head, some question lingering unspoken. “Try it now, though. What does [name] feel like doing right now?”

He’s close to you. Too close. He’s close, and pretty, and magnetic, and—

“[name] feels like doing something stupid.”

His grin widens. “Nice to meet you. My name’s Nishinoya Yuu, and I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I am pretty damn stupid.”

—fuck it. You grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him before you can talk yourself out of it.

He reciprocates in kind, an eager hand coming to settle on your waist like it’s been waiting to rest there all night. You kiss him hot, heavy, open-mouthed; let your hands slide from gripping his collar to locking loosely behind his neck. When you’re both out of breath, he pulls back and leans in to whisper into your neck:

“Why did you come here, [name]?”

It’s hard to think with his breath on your neck, his hands on your body leaving your skin on fire where he touches, but you are great at thinking and finally off the deep end enough to admit it.

“I wanted to remember what it was like to feel alive,” you breathe out into his ear. His lips brush your throat, and you let out a breathy whine. “You’re the only person who ever—who ever seemed to know how to do that.”

“Let me show you how to let go, then.”

You nod and hope you won’t regret it.

If there’s regret to be had, you expect you’ll see it in the light of morning. As it is, Noya returns from the bathroom and collapses right onto you, a lithe arm pulling you into his chest.

“I’m glad you came back,” he mumbles into your hair. You’re both tired—it’s late, and that might have been the best workout you’ve gotten in a while.

“Because you missed me, or because you got to fuck me?” you tease, sliding a hand over his.

“I missed you,” he replies without missing a beat. “Not too late to come travel the world with me. Quit your job and feel peace for once in your life.”

“Peace? With you around? Not likely. Besides, I’m renting a place in Tokyo. I can’t meet rent if I quit my job.”

He laughs and pulls you in a little closer. “Then just Italy, and you can go back to the way you felt before you turned up on my doorstep looking more lost than I’ve ever seen anyone in my life.”

You sigh. “When you’re traveling the world, who’s gonna take care of your house? It doesn’t seem like you’re selling it, are you?”

“Italy, come home, we’ll break in the place, and then I’ll come home to you between trips while you work on writing an international bestseller.”

Your heart flutters at the thought. Admittedly… it’d solve a lot of the problems you have with his little “plan”.

“And how do you suppose I pay for being alive aside from not having rent?”

“Ask that old lady at the bookshop if you can help at the store.”

“Why do you have an answer for everything?”

“It’s okay if things fall into place once in a while, you know.”

You sigh into him. There’s too many unknowns. How is he going to keep paying for traveling? What if the book never works out? If there’s no space for you at the bookshop? If—

He nuzzles into your neck. “I’m waiting on an answer, baby…”

“It’s late, Noya. I’ll think about it.”

“Do me a favor and think yourself into something for once, instead of out of it. I might die if you leave again.”

He presses one last kiss into the back of your neck before you both draft off, sore and exhausted.

There’s one thing, at least, you can be sure of, at least for tonight: you’re glad you came here.

Epilogue

“You’re looking much better,” your coworker nods to you as you settle back into your desk. “Get some much-needed rest?”

You nod your reply. “I did, thanks. Sorry for disappearing so suddenly. That cold was killer. Think I slept about fourteen hours straight.”

She snorts. “Man, no wonder you weren’t answering your phone. Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

She wanders off to her own desk. You take a long sip of your drink, stretch a bit, and get right to your stupid little emails.

You tap away, pausing between sentences to consider, to answer the phone, to sip your drink. Occasionally, to tab over to some other draft when you worry a passing coworker might see exactly what you’re writing. At one or two points, over to your web browser, either to the wikiHow article you’re referencing, or to one of the many other tabs: your online banking, to confirm that this isn’t going to completely kill you (it won’t—all work and no play gives Jack a hefty savings account), or to any number of other wonderful things on the Internet that you suddenly feel comfortable accessing with the letter you’re drafting in the background.

It takes an hour to settle. The letter is drafted, all the right people are copied. You’ve triple checked everything, gotten all your things already slid into your bag or in a box to carry out with you. Made sure everything you need to leave behind is in clear view on your desk. You’ve even prepped an auto-response on your email client so people know who to bother, if not you. It’d take three, maybe four clicks to blow up your life.

You can’t do it.

You reach for your cell and dial.

Noya, despite all that worries you about him, has always been an early riser. He picks up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Distract me,” you order in lieu of a greeting.

You hear laughter, a slight shuffle. “From what?”

“Doesn’t matter. Just distract me.”

“Ah, you’re doing something you don’t want to talk yourself out of. I’m proud of you!” You hear the smile in his voice, close your eyes to try to visualize it. “Am I allowed to ask what you’re up to? Where you are?”

“No and no. If I tell you, I’ll back out by the time I finish saying it.”

“I get it. Hey, do you still have that mark on your neck from when I—“

Your cheeks burn, fingers dancing along the bruise in question. It had been a bitch to cover with makeup this morning. You’re still not convinced you did so successfully, but no one’s commented on it yet, at least. “No thanks to a certain someone. I still can’t believe you did that.”

“Hey, you said you felt like doing something stupid. Who was I to deny you?”

“Cheeky bastard.” You smile, lean back in your chair a little bit. Click ‘send’. “Oh god. I did it.”

“Am I allowed to ask what you did now?”

“I might throw up. Not sure yet. Hey, how do you feel about renting bikes?”

“Bikes?”

“In Italy. I was looking up, like, bucket lists and stuff, and there’s this road, the Appian way? You can rent bikes and bike it. Apparently, it’s pretty old, and there’s this café we could eat at, and—“

You hear the thunk of something falling in the background of the call. “You’re coming!?”

“Well, I just emailed my resignation letter to my boss and HR, and I can see him panicking in his office from here, so you better have meant it. Here in a minute or two, he’s probably going to call me in, or come yell at me at my desk—“

“When’s your resignation effective? Did you give a notice?”

“Effective as soon as he stops panicking.”

A bark of laughter sounds in your ear. “So if he comes to yell at you, just leave. You already quit, anyway. What’s he gonna do?”

“Good point. Leaving now.” You stand, scoop up your bag. “I have two months left on my lease. If you didn’t mean that thing about me housesitting while you’re off seeing the world, speak now before I call my landlord and let him know I’m canceling that, too.”

“All yours, but your rent is walking around without pants whenever I’m home.”

You roll your eyes. Pause to wave at your boss on your way out the door. If he shouts after you, you don’t hear it. You’ve got a trip to Italy to plan.

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How the Karasuno boys would react to meeting Shoyo's foreign cousin.

— starring. karasuno boys x foreign exchange student!reader (separately), student teacher!reader in ukai's

— tags. fluff, first meetings, pining

— warnings. use of 'pretty' and 'cute' to describe reader, but no pronouns are used, you slap ryuu in his LOL, mild suggestive comment in ryuu's if you squint

— requested? yes! thank you so much for your request this was fun to write :)

— notes. some of these are longer than others sorry ADHKWH my biases are showing a lil // this ended up being a first meeting + how they act when they start crushing on you, but it they're so cute so i didnt wanna change it lolol

daichi is whipped for you from the start

he doesn't show it (or he doesn't think he does) but he's attracted to you the second he lays eyes on you

he's extra sure to be polite to you, too embarrassed too show his brasher nature in case it scares you off

he loses his backbone whenever you're around

he needs to scold some of the first years for goofing off, but you're standing there? he's all sunshine and rainbows

when he finds out that you're a foreign exchange student, he's over the moon

he subtly finds out your classes from shoyo, who of course doesn't realize his intentions as he blurts out your schedule happily

he checks up on you often, making sure you're adjusting well to japan because "what kind of captain would he be if he let his underclassman's cousin have a hard time?"

the team is none the wiser, except for maybe koshi who sees through his shit immediately

he has a habit of patting your head as a greeting, even if he's just passing you in the hallways even if you complain about him messing up your hair

overall, he's super soft with you :)

sawamura daichi! was annoyed when he met you. shoyo hadn't shown up to practice and wasn't answering his phone, which left the captain ready to send the orange-haired freshman to an early grave. after kei made a smart remark that he saw shoyo lingering near the school entrance, he was on a mission to give the boy hell.

kei was right, of course. when daichi made his way to the entrance, he saw shoyo right away. he stomps over, lips parting to lecture the younger male about responsibilities when his eyes ghost over you. he stops short, shoyo's name barely dropping from his mouth as he pauses.

when you both turn to him, daichi feels his breath catch in his throat. it was clear that you weren't from around here. your odd sense of dress stuck out like a sore thumb—not to mention he had never seen you before. but if anything, he thought you were pretty.

"you're late for practice," daichi states lamely, barely managing to tear his gaze away from you to glower at shoyo. "i ought to put you on cleaning duty tonight."

the threat fell on deaf ears, shoyo's large grin unfaltering as he wraps an arm around your midsection in a tight hug. "captain! sorry, sorry," he apologizes, though the wide grin on his face told daichi he wasn't serious. "my cousin texted me that they were here, so i had to say hi!"

at his words, you finally snap out of your stupor, offering daichi a small smile. "i didn't realize he had practice. i wouldn't have called him out if i knew."

daichi presses his lips together, feeling his ears warm at your kind tone. "it's okay," he says softly. "i'll let him off for now. it's nice to meet you—i'm sawamura daichi."

when you introduce yourself, he finds himself repeating your name in his head.

"oi," he clears his throat, turning to shoyo with a deadpan expression. "c'mon. we're late enough already." daichi turns to bow his head at you politely, quickly turning around before you can see the warmth in his cheeks.

your sweet voice calls out a goodbye, and daichi decides then and there that he wants to get to know you better.

"hey, hey—why are you so red?"

"you're gonna shut up now if you want to go home early tonight."

koshi didn't realize you were shoyo's cousin until after he got to know you a little

he couldn't help it—when he saw you he just thought you were super cute lmao

he fumbles a bit in front of you

he really really tries to be a cool, calm, and collected person but sometimes he embarrasses himself by saying odd things or staring at you a little too long

when he does figure out you're related to his underclassman, he takes the opportunity to get to know you better

and when he finds out you're in his homeroom? even better

the type to arrange study session together with you every weekend just to spend time with you

he actually invites you to watch their practices and games before shoyo does LOL

the whole team knows about his feelings and he doesn't even care, constantly throwing an arm over you shoulder and hanging around you during downtimes

wants to impress you, so he gives it his all (and then some) whenever you're there

his sets get more accurate and he even blocks more hits than he would've before

he really wants you to think he's cool

but if you compliment him, he's exploding on the spot

suguwara koshi! had no idea you were shoyo's cousin when he met you. you looked nothing alike and your personalities were completely different. despite you being a complete stranger, the lost look on your face amused him.

you met koshi when shoyo accidentally stranded you at the train station. you were supposed to take the same train to his house, but he didn't notice you weren't right behind him when he stepped into the train car. the last you saw of the tangerine-haired boy was the back of his head as the doors closed on you.

you were standing there in a panic, though no one stopped to check if you were okay. shoyo had you hold his schoolbag while he dragged your suitcase along, and when you tried calling his cellphone you heard it buzz in the bag that hung on your shoulder. for the life of you, you couldn't remember which stop to get off or which streets to take to get to his house.

"are you lost?" a gentle voice asks you, pulling you from your anxious thoughts.

your eyes meet and koshi can't help but think you're cute as hell. you look doe-eyed in your panic, rounded eyes and parted lips. when you don't answer right away, koshi's cool demeanor switches and he stumbles into an embarrassed frenzy. "wait, can you even understand japanese?"

thankfully, you do, having learned it from shoyo at a younger age. you blink away the remnants of your panic with a few hasty nods. "yes, sorry. my cousin accidentally left me here, and i don't really know how to get to his house..."

koshi calms down at your insistence, chuckling to himself. "do you know the address?"

you wince, "no."

"alright," he says in a way that he hopes is soothing for you. "i can keep you company while you wait for him to return, then. it'd probably be nicer than just standing here by yourself."

when you agree, he hides his smile. he asks you several icebreakers, such as your name and your favourite colour. with every passing second, he only thinks you're even cuter than when he first saw you.

eventually, shoyo does come back, panting and heaving as he runs up the stairs to the station platform. his bright eyes widen when he sees you together with koshi. "oh, sugawara? you've met my cousin?"

koshi meets your eyes with a grin. "i guess we'll be seeing each other more often."

honestly asahi doesn't even acknowledge you when you first meet

he doesn't find out you're shoyo's cousin for weeks, so you're really just another classmate to him

you don't even talk to each other until like a month or so after you transferred

and even then, your conversations are short

he's polite to you when you work together, but he doesn't really try to become friends with you

don't get him wrong! he thinks you're nice and pretty, but he is too damn shy to initiate anything with you

you kinda think he hates you at first, but after you realize that he's just not an outgoing person you relax around him

when he does find out you're related to shoyo, you end up seeing each other more often out of class

you show up to more practices, even if you're just sitting on the benches doing homework

shoyo even drags you along whenever the team meets up outside of school to hang out

as a result, you and asahi eventually grow closer and he opens up more bit by bit

he doesn't actually start crushing on you until graduation nears

he realizes it when he hears you cheering his name at one of their bigger games

he thinks his name sounds prettier coming from you

he doesn't initiate any skinship with you, but he's always asking about your day and checking on you in his own ways

will absolutely combust if you even so much as brush pinkies as you're walking together

azumane asahi! first met you in class. like koshi, he doesn't know you're related to shoyo initially. when the teacher introduces you, making you write your name on the board, you don't have the same last name as shoyo. he doesn't really pay much attention to you, minding his own business as he takes out his notebook and pens.

several weeks pass and your homeroom teacher announces that you'll be partnering up for a group presentation. your first real conversation with him goes as expected—you exchange contact information and go your separate ways when the bell rings.

he thinks you're attractive, but he's too shy to actually act on those thoughts and he just pushes through the project, interacting with you as little as possible.

it's only when shoyo forgets his volleyball uniform at your house that asahi figures out you're related.

he sees you first, standing in the gym entrance while you wait to be invited in. you look hesitant as your eyes cast over the several members of the volleyball club, your gaze landing on asahi. when recognition flickers behind your eyes, he thinks you're there for him.

he opens his mouth to greet you, but before he can even utter a word, an orange blur runs past him. you're almost knocked on your ass as shoyo tackles you, excitedly calling out your name. "what're you doing here?" he asks you, tilting his head as he releases you from his death grip. "you never come to practice."

"you left your uniform at mine," you explain quietly, pulling the clothing out of your bag.

there's a moment of silence, before all hell breaks loose. the others scream and yell at shoyo, yuu and ryuunosuke shaking him by the shoulders as they demand why they weren't informed about his girlfriend.

even asahi's jaw drops at the thought of you, his classmate and group partner, dating shoyo, of all people.

"we aren't dating!" you exclaim, shaking your hands in front of you adamantly as disgust paints over your facial features. "we're cousins."

as the club eventually quiets down, you meet asahi's gaze over the commotion. when you offer him a bashful smile, he can't help but return it.

as expected, yuu is also whipped for you the second you meet

he swears on his life that he has never met someone as perfect as you—not even kiyoko (which says a lot)

at first, his attraction to you is entirely physical and he doesn't hide it

he compliments you every time he sees you he even compliments your outfits even if you're just wearing the karasuno uniform

he practically begs shoyo to bring you to practice just so he has an excuse to ogle at you and profess his 'undying love'

you'd probably make good friends with kiyoko, bonding over the second years' unabashed feelings and loud professions of love lol

though he's completely smitten with your looks, yuu doesn't learn a thing about you until like two months after your transfer

he realizes it when koshi asks if he knows anything about you and no, the fact that you're pretty doesn't count as something

during a late night run to the nearest convenience store, he runs into you

you're dressed casually, and he realizes it's actually the first time he's seen you outside of uniform

he thinks you're very cute in your bunny pajamas

he approaches you with koshi's words in mind, and asks if you want to hang out for a bit

your hang outs become a common thing, and eventually it's your weekend tradition to meet at the convenient store after sundown

after really getting to know you, he realizes that he likes more than just your appearance

shockingly, once he figures out his feelings for you, he tones down a lot

he would stop confessing his love for you every moment he could, but he gets casually affectionate with you

he'd always stand close enough for your shoulders to touch and would absentmindedly guide you places by taking your hand

he's never had a real crush on anyone before, so he's feeling it out with you

nishinoya yuu! has hearts in his eyes the moment he meets you. shoyo brought you to practice one day, excited to introduce his favourite cousin to his teammates. he had all but dragged you to the gym by the wrist, ignoring your insistent utterings that you can walk on your own.

"this is my cousin!" shoyo announces the second he bursts through the doors in true hinata shoyo fashion. you were the last ones to show up, so the entire team was there to witness you getting dragged in by shoyo. "they transferred here from overseas."

yuu feels the world stop once he glances over at you after receiving a particularly harsh spike from tobio, freezing into his squatted position. his world becomes a romcom movie—he swears someone must be blowing a fan in your direction with the way your hair sways as you walk into the gym. he might even be seeing the air sparkle in your presence.

he's absolutely starstruck with you, and he makes no effort to hide it as he bounds over to you. he takes your hands in his, looking at you with wide eyes as he takes you in. he can hear someone groaning, maybe daichi, as they mutter something along the lines of "he's at it again."

"i'm nishinoya yuu," he introduces himself. "you're really cute!"

your mouth opens, but no words come out as you simply stare at yuu in surprise. shoyo had given you a brief rundown of his group members, and you realize that this might be why he warned you about the libero in particular.

even when daichi smacks the back of his head, apologizing to you quietly, yuu remains in his lovestruck gaze.

you stay to watch their practice, at both shoyo and yuu's insistence, and yuu makes a point to be even more extravagant than usual. you can't help but laugh at his boisterous rolling receives and the way he calls out ridiculous move names.

oh ryuu. typical ryuu.

the first words he ever speaks to you end up with him getting slapped

like yuu, he thinks you've been blessed by the gods with your looks and he makes it clear to you when you meet

he asks you to go out with him, only to blatantly check you out right after, which earned him a smack to the face

eventually, he does apologize for his behaviour, though you don't accept it right away

when you tell him that you hate guys who treat others like eye candy, he's sure to tone it down for you

of course, a man can't change overnight

he still flirts with you, and with other women—he can't help it ;( him n yuu are menaces

however, when he's not being an absolute pest, he gets to know you

he learns about your interests and hobbies, and finds himself indulging you in them (who would've thought he'd end up enjoying the art of bracelet making?)

when you become close friends, you become his person

he goes to you whenever he wants to talk about something, and he lends an ear whenever you need to vent

he asks you about your home country often, wanting to know more about your life before you came to japan

he'd even go out of his way to do things for you that remind you of home whenever you start feeling homesick :)

it's not until well after graduation when he realizes that he might actually like you

tanaka ryuunosuke! was mid confession when you met. shoyo had brought you to one of their games, and just as ryuunosuke was getting on his knees to ask kiyoko to marry him, his eyes fall on you.

it's almost astounding how quickly the second year moved from the glasses-wearing beauty to you, appearing in front of you in an instant. before shoyo can even introduce you, he stares you down with a steeled expression, his eyes narrowing.

"you're the prettiest person i've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on," he claims in his most serious tone. he takes your hands in his as he presses his lips to your knuckles. "please go out with me."

there's a collective sigh as the team turns away at his antics. you, on the other hand, feel your head pound in irritation. "excuse me?"

ryuunosuke doesn't hear the vexation in your tone, or chooses to ignore it, as his eyes trail over your features. even when you're staring at him in an angry disbelief, he thinks you're incredibly pretty. however, as his eyes drop lower and lower, his mind enters a less-than-appropriate headspace.

the feeling of your hand connecting with his cheek rips him out of his lewd daydreams. you didn't slap him hard, but the sound echoed over the loud chatter of the audience members anyway. "you pervert," you utter, gritting your teeth as you turn on your heel. you barely tell shoyo good luck as you all but stomp off to the bleachers.

ryuunosuke stares at your back, holding his reddening cheek in mild awe. yuu nudges his side. "don't tell me you're into that, man."

he at least has the grace to blush.

to be honest, you and tobio do not get along until much later

it's not because you're related to shoyo it is

he just genuinely has no idea how to talk to you lmao

you meet him on the first day of school with shoyo

the realization that he may be teammates with the very guy he had practically berated in middle school took priority over greeting you tbh

it's only after their initial fight when he realizes that you, a complete stranger, saw him yell at shoyo as harshly as he did (even if shoyo didn't have many nice things to say either)

he's kinda embarrassed abt it tbh

like?? you had to see him like that?? he's mortified

so when he joins the volleyball club and you're a manager, he avoids you like the plague

when he talks to you, he accidentally comes across as if he hates your guts (he doesn't, he just cannot properly converse with people to save his life)

your relationship is extremely terse for months, since you get pissed off at his behaviour and he doesn't know how to act normally around you

he doesn't warm up to you until one of their games later in the season, where the morale is low and the team is hanging their heads

you give them an uplifting speech, telling the team that they're stronger than they think

it's the first time tobio looks at you in a pleasant light, and he merely puts a hand on your shoulder to say thanks as he makes his way back to the court

slowburn as fuck tbh he might not even realize he likes you until you're about to graduate (cut him some slack he's only a lil slow)

kageyama tobio! barely acknowledges your existence when you meet. you had moved to japan before their first year at karasuno began, so you showed up with shoyo to the first day.

of course, tobio recognized shoyo immediately from their encounter in middle school. shoyo had dragged you to the gym to go with him to sign up for the volleyball club, insistent that you try to apply to be a manager or something. tobio was there, about to spike a volleyball.

the second shoyo and tobio lock eyes on each other, they're at it like cats and dogs, and you're left standing there in confusion. seeing shoyo as angry as he was is shocking to you and you wonder what the hell this other guy must've done to rile up your sunshine cousin so much.

tobio doesn't even look at you as he argues with shoyo, not meeting your eyes until after the fight has 'calmed' down. he stares at you quietly for a moment before averting his gaze, grumbling something under his breath as he leaves to retrieve the volleyball shoyo made him drop.

he doesn't say anything to you as you talk quietly with daichi about becoming a manager. he vaguely overhears shoyo introducing you as his cousin, but he's too annoyed to listen.

later on, when him and shoyo are finally accepted into the club, and you're brought on as a manager-in-training, tobio still ignores you.

you don't have your first conversation until a week later, when you corner him after practice. "what is your problem?" you demand, your hands propped on your hips. "i know you don't like sho, but you haven't said a single word to me since you joined the club."

tobio flushes in embarrassment as he stares at you. he doesn't mean to, but his eyes narrow into what could be perceived as a harsh glare. "i don't have anything to say," he says truthfully, his voice coming out colder than necessary.

when he rushes off to hide his growing fluster, you're left standing there confused.

you and kei barely interacted at first tbh

he had never seen you before and it was the weekend when you met so he had no reason to assume you'd ever talk again really

even after finding out you were related to shoyo, he didn't bat an eye

after all, he's not exactly going over to the orange-haired boy's house for sleepovers lolol

but to his surprise, you're in his classroom the next monday morning as a foreign exchange student

your classmates rush to you, overwhelming you with numerous questions about your hometown, and it's clear to kei that you're flustered

you meet his gaze over the crowd of people, and for a moment you're shocked to see him

however, before either of you can do anything, you get bombarded with even more questions

to your surprise and his, kei scoffs as he approaches your crowded desk

"can't you see you're bothering them?"

the gaggle of students dissipates with embarrassed apologies, leaving you and kei alone

your relationship with him from then on is odd

there's an unspoken agreement that you both don't like being bothered by other people, and you lowkey bond over it

he would never admit you're friends, but he comes to your rescue often

if you can't understand a phrase or if you don't know the answer to a question in class, he'll quietly help you out (but don't bother asking about it, 'cus he'll deny it vehemently)

when you start hanging out during practices, he ruffles your hair and rests his arm on your head regardless of your height

making fun of you is his love language (not that he'd ever admit he has feelings)

tsukishima kei! meets you when you're babysitting natsu. the team had been out getting ice cream (as per koshi's insistence—for team building), leaving kei in a sour mood because he would rather be anywhere than here.

"shoyo! sho!"

the whole team looks over, seeing a little girl who is the spitting image of their short middle blocker running toward them. kei's expression drops even more, because there's two of them?

shoyo almost drops his ice cream cone with the way the little girl jumps on him. "what are you doing here?" shoyo asks, scrambling to catch his sweet treat. "where's—"

before he can finish his sentence, another figure comes running at them, out of breath. "natsu!" you scold airily as you make your way up to the team, hunching over and resting your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. "jesus, don't just run off like that!"

you look up at shoyo from your hunched position, letting kei get a good look at your face. you're flushed, sweat beading on your brow bone and lips are parted as you breathe harshly through them. it's clear to the blond that you've been running around for some time now, something that makes him snort into his strawberry ice cream cup.

"sorry, sho," you wince, practically dragging the little girl, natsu, to your side. "she ran off while i was paying for her snacks. she probably saw you through the window." you vaguely gesture to a nearby convenience store, holding up a bag of candy.

you talk with shoyo for another moment, before turning to the rest of the team. your eyes briefly meet kei's and he arches a brow at you. you apologize for interrupting them, but daichi insists that you're fine and that you and natsu can hang around since you're there anyway.

as a result, you and kei end up standing near each other as the group converses. kei had been hanging a little bit away from the others, minus tadashi of course. you end up near him by coincidence—you don't know the others, and the three of you end up quietly sitting in acknowledgement that you didn't want to talk.

my darling baby tadashi is a mess when you meet <3

he was practicing his volleyball skills when he accidentally whams you in the face

he'd feel guilty about it for a while (even if you insist you're fine) and would use it as an excuse to buy you drinks from the vending machines lol

"this is the fourth drink you've bought me this week??"

"i have to make up for hitting you somehow :((("

becoming friends with tadashi is surprisingly easy, given how shy he can be

it becomes a habit to meet you by the vending machines before practice

the time in the halls between classes and volleyball are spent getting to know you

he asks a lot of questions about what it's like in your hometown and the differences in your culture

i don't think he'd start liking you until after you also get close with kei though lol good luck

the first time he sees you joking around with the tall blond, he thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest

you must be an angel, he decides as he watches you get along with kei

the three of you form a trio and you end up spending more time with them than shoyo LOL

kei absolutely knows about tadashi's feelings and takes every opportunity to tease him about it whilst you're blissfully unaware

he's so so smitten around you after he realizes he likes you

the type to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky yourself and to becoming maddeningly red whenever you so much as make eye contact with him

yamaguchi tadashi! hits you in the head the first time he meets you. he was in the gym alone, practicing his float serve. you pushed through the heavy metal doors just in time to get slammed in the face with a ball gone awry.

he feels his heart drop to his toes as he quickly rushes over to you, asking if you're alright and if you need to see the nurse. his panic only worsens when he realizes you're bleeding from your nose.

although the hit shocked you, you're left watching in amusement as tadashi scrambles to find something to stop your nosebleed with. when he eventually returns to you, having ran from the boys washroom to grab a wad of papertowel, he apologizes again softly.

"are you okay now...?" he asks when your nosebleed finally stops. he looks almost like a kicked puppy, his hair falling limply into his eyes.

even after you reassure him that you're fine, tadashi still wears his guilt like a crown. he offers to buy you something from the vending machines, and does so despite your insistence that he doesn't need to.

"you can accept it for my sake," he says sheepishly as he offers you the cold can. the two of you converse quietly, with you introducing yourself as a new foreign exchange student.

"oh!" he suddenly lets out, looking over at you. "did you need something in the gym?"

"i was looking for my cousin," you sigh. "he said he was in the volleyball club and i haven't been able to find him at all today."

he's shocked when he finds out that you're shoyo's cousin—the boy had talked about you earlier in the week when he found out you were transferring to karasuno. as you talk, tadashi thinks to himself that shoyo never mentioned how cute you were.

your first meeting with keishin is awkward

ltrly knocks you off your feet when he runs into you

he's kind of brash when he meets you, not caring if you think of him badly because of it

you don't have much of a relationship at first—your work pulls you to the classrooms after all, so he doesn't really see you around often

the next time he sees you, you're stomping into the gymnasium mid practice with an irked expression

he's about to tell you off for interrupting practice, but he quiets when he sees you make your way to your younger cousin

he only watches in amusement when you tell him off for his horrid grades

when shoyo turns to keishin for help, he only shrugs with a lazy grin on his face

"sorry, little man, you heard 'em. no volleyball games until you raise your grades"

to shoyo's chagrin, you and keishin make a terrifying pair for him (and the other three idiots lolol)

you only really start hanging out with him when you end up making a late night run at his convenience store

it's the first time he sees you in casual clothing and the case of beer in your hands makes him laugh

"you wanna share that?"

he becomes your drinking buddy every other weekend, and he grows to cherish the time you spend chugging back cans of beer with him

keeps his feelings on the downlow, but as time goes on even the boys realize that their coach has a soft spot for you

ukai keishin! bodies you the first time you meet. the man doesn't realize his own strength until he literally knocks you flat on his ass after he turns a corner and bumps into you. his eyes go wide when the books and papers in your hands go flying, falling around you in a frenzy.

"shit," he curses under his breath, bending down to pick up your things. "sorry 'bout that." his voice is gruff as he speaks, collecting your papers without much care. when he returns them to you, some of them are scuffed and crumpled.

as he's handing you your things, he finally gets a good look at you. you're dressed more formally than he is by a mile. he holds a hand out to help you to your feet, his brown eyes falling to the lanyard around your neck.

"you new here?" he asks, jutting his chin out to gesture to your nametag. student teacher is typed above your name and picture.

you nod deftly, brushing off any dirt from your dress pants. "i started today. and you are?" your eyes meet his, and he knows you're silently scrutinizing him. he's much too old to be a student, you deduce easily, but he's dressed far more casually than any other other teachers.

when your eyes drift up to his bleached hair, he snorts. "i'm the coach for the volleyball club," he grumbles. "i don't need to be wearing fancy shit like you."

he sees your eyes light up in recognition as he analyzes your face with crossed arms. "the volleyball club? you must know my cousin then. hinata shoyo?"

keishin deadpans at you. "you're the runt's cousin?"

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