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#nishinoya yu x reader fluff
emmyrosee · 9 months
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What’s up homeslice. I’m here because I’m on a Haikyuu bender and I know you’ve got the sweet sweet hookup.
So hear me out… I am a taller individual(5’8 to be more precise). We see a lot of content out there for ladies of average or shorter stature(I love all you small people out there, don’t you dare think otherwise) so I beseech thee: nishinoya, yaku, hoshiumi, Kenma, atsumu, hell maybe even suna. Any of these wonderful gents just being absolutely infatuated with a tall(ish) s/o.
If you don’t wanna do it, no worries my dude, I can smell what yer steppin in and I respect it, no problemo. Love peace and bacon grease my homie ✌️
Oh HELL YEAH MATE!!!! 5’9 representative 🥳🥳 also I want to eat this prompt for breakfast how could I NOT take it the hell you think this is??
Also as always my pieces are in timeskip but the gifs give me some organization so don’t @ me
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Listen. Nishinoya would be in straight denial that you’d have reciprocated feelings for him because like. You’re you, okay; he worships the ground you walk on, but now knowing that you truly are into it, it increases tenfold.
“This isn’t even cat walking. This is goddess walking. This is queen walking. Here-“ he drops to his knees to give the ground, be it on cement or hardwood at home, a quick playful dust with his hands, shaking his head and relishing in the laugh you let out. “How could I possibly let my queen walk on the filth left behind by me?”
“Truly,” you snicker, and you lean down to meet him halfway for a kiss, which he rises on his haunches to reciprocate. “But I like your mess.”
“I like you,” he mumbles against your lips.
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Yaku. My underrated loml. There’s minimal I wouldn’t do for this man. He’s so good to you and confident in himself that flirting with you came easy- turns out that you flirting back was his weakness.
He’s a complete victim of the psychology okay, you’re already taller than him, you already rock your height and are proud of it that you two just click.
And he’s so protective of you, it drives you wild; he knows your comfortable in your height, you far need him for protection, but that’s not the point. If anyone dare say anything about his beautiful lady, be it in any way but respectful, he truly turns into an attack dog, letting you watch in satisfaction as he completely tears apart whoever look at you the wrong way.
There was an incident you had to patch him up after a fight. But the way dazed and adoring eyes looked up at you, smiling a bloody smile and re-splitting his lip that almost makes his rare altercations worth it.
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HOSHIUMI!!!! IS!!!! A NEW LOVE OF MINE!!!! CAME OUTTA NOWHERE FOR REAL!!!
And I so love to think he put the moves on you first, just flirting and sending you playful vibes because he’s a short king who’s confident in his height, and god it has you completely whipped.
He’s always so quick to hype you up in very Nishinoya-fashion, and he’s so unapologetic about having you on his arm, that anytime you enter a room, he not only opens the door for you, he steps ahead and yells out a swift “EXCUSE ME EVERYONE! Out of the way, please! Queen coming through!”
The sheer volume does have people parting to let you both come in, your hand laced with his and proud smirk on his face.
There’s very seldom a time that his cheeks aren’t completely painted with stains of tinted lip balms or lipstick, and he wears them like a badge of honor as you bend down to give them.
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Woof. Atsumu. What else can I say about my pretty, goofy, dumb blonde?
What else can I say about the way he completely melts when you wear his jerseys, because they fall just slightly against your hips and when you reach up, a sliver of your skin comes out?
What else can I say about the way his eyes never leave you for long, be it when you’re in two day old sweats, or gown he splurged god knows how much on just to see you wear it?
What else can I say about how you rest your head on his shoulders while in line at the market, and he takes selfish inhales of your scent?
God. GOD.
Marking him up with lipstick and glossy marks isn’t foreign, even getting so cocky he merely taps his cheek no matter where you are, for a show offy kiss just to flex your height to everyone watching.
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Okay. You know what’s up. Kenma is the og. He’s the number one. I LOVE this man. And he LOVES hyping you up in possessive, hot ways. For eXAMPLE, there’s a picture of you on his Instagram where you’re dawned in heels in preparation for a banquet for his sponsorships, towering over him with your back facing the mirror in your stunning form, and he’s merely smirking back into the camera. It looks chic, it looks smooth, and the caption has his entire fandom in a tizzy: “mom and dad say sit.”
Sure enough, when the comments are filled with suggestive comments and tons of “SORRY MOMMY-“ you scold him for his cheeky post, but secretly love the attention.
One time, you posed as Lady Dimitrescu, towering high over him, and he as Ethan Winters and by the time you woke up the next morning, it quickly rose to his most popular post.
What can he say? He likes being walked like a dog.
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*sneezes* Suna’s is a lil dirty so minors pls go away for this part on, but here’s a Suna gif to make up for it
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But. BUT-
I just relish in the thought of him not making you lift a finger; treating you like royalty for simply existing.
It’s why he never says anything as he sees you dressing up for sponsor events, instead guiding you to sit down while he fetches the brand new heels that go with the brand new dress he spoils you with. He tugs the seam of his pants up slightly before getting down on one knee and grabbing your foot and slipping the shoe on for you. His hands are gentle, and his lips leave adoring kisses along your knees and calves, tongue laving over your nylon covered flesh feverishly.
It makes you sink your teeth into your lip and tighten your thighs in need.
“You are fucking breathtaking,” he pants, letting his bottom lip draw along the length of your shin.
“I know, baby,” you whisper, matching his tone dominantly.
“You never cease to amaze me; made by the fucking gods, truly.”
“Rintaro-“
“Worship every inch of skin on this body-“
“We’re going to be late,” you snicker, rising to your feet and getting accustomed to the added five inches. He doesn’t move, merely smiling up at you, and you can practically see the invisible tail wagging behind him.
“I could stare at you forever,” he rasps. “I’d pay a sponsor to move his charity event if it meant I could rip this dress off you right now, make you scream my name.”
You giggle easily as he does, finally, get up, looking up at you with a bite of his lip. “If you behave tonight,” you begin, and he lets his eyes glaze over you one more time.
“I’ll let you.”
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benkeibear · 2 months
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⋆꙳✧༄ Making out with them
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❖ Character: Kenma, Bokuto, Nishinoya
❖ Reader: genderneutral
❖ WARNINGS: Kissing, making out, suggestive
❖ A/n: reposting my old Haikyuu works onto here 🫶
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☰ Kenma:
ꕤ He would be super nervous about it the first time, you definitely have to initiate
ꕤ He would eventually initiate it as well but the first 20 times he chickens out and just kisses your cheeks
ꕤ You would just go straddle his lap after he won a game and smile at him before letting your lips connect in a loving kiss
ꕤ he would let go of his controller after while and hold you close, kissing you back quite shy
ꕤ his kisses were always soft, almost insecure but also desperate at the same time, wishing time could stop to have you longer like this
ꕤ In general he likes it when you sit on his lap and take control
ꕤ is the first to deepen the kiss, completely lost in it and you let his tongue slip in your mouth
ꕤ yelps when you pull back an tug on his lower lip, cheeks completely flushed
ꕤ his arms would stay around your lower back for a while longer, enjoying to have you this clos
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☰ Bokuto:
ꕤ Sweet overexcited Baby… Kissing him is always full of love and always energetic
ꕤ The first time he kissed you was right after a game ended, spinning you around and kissing you in front of everyone
ꕤ When you two make out it‘s somewhere private, having him laying above you, practically caging you in under his broach shoulders or pinning you against a wall
ꕤ His kisses are all tongue and teeth clashing against each other at the sheer energy he puts in there
ꕤ His hands rest either next to you to hold himself up or cupping your cheek
ꕤ He would never just start more, usually rests his hand on your hip until you give him the okay to do more than just kissing
ꕤ overall he takes the control during the make out session and also makes sure you feel how much he loves you through each kiss
ꕤ always ends a make out session with gentle kisses peppered to your lips and then one on your forehead, big smile on his face after
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☰ Nishinoya:
ꕤ Another one that’s just super excited and all over you with so much energy and love
ꕤ please let him be on top somehow, doesn’t matter how, it just makes him feel so giddy and excited to have you under him
ꕤ his kisses usually start on your neck, leaving small marks there so everyone knows you’re his
ꕤ when he finally reaches you lips he’s very gentle and careful actually, sweet soft kisses
ꕤ Please run your hand through his hair, he loves it. Especially if you tug on it gently
ꕤ Tug on it harder and use the gasp as a chance to slide your tongue in his mouth and you have him melting for you
ꕤ Noya could make out with you all day if you would want that, loving how intimate you let him be with you - can’t believe his luck having you
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Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez
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box-of-roses · 26 days
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୨⎯ "Would You Fight for Me" ⎯୧
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Characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Hinata
Warnings: Fights, blood, injuries
A/N: I’m coming back slowly but surely from my writers block 😭 the request -> Intimidating S/O
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Daichi
Definitely gets worried about all the fights you get in. Don’t worry though, he eventually learns to keep bandaids and gauze pads on hand at all times.
Your first date he was a little shocked when you walked over to him in your full goth makeup and outfit but quickly got over his shock. Thought you looked really good and wondered how long it took you to get ready
Tried to do your makeup one day and it make both of you laugh
The minute someone even thinks of making fun of you he’s on it. He knows you can handle yourself but you’re his partner let him do this :)
“Eww, look at them. Why is he with them?” His head whips around so quick. Holds your hand and you two share a look. You nod to let him handle it this time with a little smirk on your face.
“I’m with them because they make me laugh and make my heart flutter. They also have good taste which is something you’ll never have.” You smile and wave at them and blow a kiss before continuing to walk with Daichi
Sugawara
Saw you outside of school first and he’s definitely one to want a goth partner. I can’t explain he just gives off those vibes
Kisses your hands after fixing them up when you come back from a fight
So much chaos. You two pull pranks on everyone
The minute someone tries to insult you the both of you are laughing as he watches you handle them.
He finds it hot when you fight people
“Those two are so different. How did she bag him? Their makeup is too much, and look at how bad it looks! I could be so much better with him.” You turn and Suga just crosses his arms and smiles.
“At least I don’t look like I got dressed in the dark. I mean come on, those earrings with that makeup? It’s hilarious that you think you could have a shot with him. Maybe you should check how caked your makeup looks before commenting on other people’s makeup.”
Suga gives you a kiss before walking away with you. “You’re so hot when you do that.”
Tanaka
Begs you to do your makeup on him
Like he’ll see how good you look with it and is like “Please baby!!!! I wanna match with you!”
Leads to you going to a thrift store to get some stuff for him
Didn’t think he would enjoy it as much as he does
You hand him a couple band tees, button ups, and some leather pants. “Go try these on love.” He smiles as he goes into the changing room and sees how it looks.
“I look so hot babe!” You chuckle and roll your eyes a bit.
“You gonna come out and show me?” The curtain flings open and he flexes and poses as he shows off his outfit.
“My ass looks so good in these jeans!” He does another spin. “Now jewelry and makeup and we can match.” You hand him some jewelry you found and he puts it on excitedly.
“Go change back and we’ll get that. When we get back home I’ll do your makeup and we can go out tomorrow to show it off.”
Nishinoya
Much like Tanaka he wants you to do his makeup
You think you fight a lot? He’s backing you up in all of them. You don’t need it but he can’t help it. Someone fights with you they get him too. Package deal right there
You both go to the nurses office way too often
She knows you both by name now. Literally just sighs when the two of you walk in with bruises and cuts
“Wait on the beds and I’ll bring the supplies back.” You and Noya hobble over to the beds and wait for the nurse to get back.
“You looked so hot babe! When you hit that guy and he ran away!” Noya smiles at you as you roll your eyes. “Why are you kinda….”
“Yeah, yeah, pack it up!” You say as the nurse comes back and fixes the both of you up.
“Could you two please fight less? I’m running low on bandages again.”
“We’ll try!” You both say as she sighs.
“You kids have fun this weekend.” She puts away the first aid kit as the both of you walk off hand in hand.
Hinata
Brags that he got a s/o before Kageyama
“Guess who got a partner. This guy! They’re literally so Wow! You know?” Noya and Tanaka understand as he goes on describing how he feels so “woosh!” Are you and how being with you makes him feel like playing volleyball.
“How did you bag them?” Is what everyone is thinking as you walk in bruised with bandaids and cuts on your face and hands. Speaking of your hands you have a bento box in them. You smile as you walk over to your boyfriend.
“Hi love, I brought you a snack since I know you get really hungry during practice.” The jealousy is radiating off of literally everyone as Hinata smiles and hugs you before taking the box and beginning to eat. You stay around and watch the rest of practice.
You two go on the best dates
He goes with you to all of your concerts.
You wanna see this person? Suddenly he has two tickets. Where did they come from? Don’t worry about it
Starts listening to goth music so he can understand when you start talking about your bands
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RULES NAVIGATION
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mackenziebrooks · 8 months
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Imagine your being all flirty towards Nishinoya, since you have a crush on him and he completely is clueless and doesn’t get that you’re trying to be with him. Then later he tells Tanaka about it and Tanaka is like “Dude she likes you”, and Nishinoya hates himself and tells Daichi to punish him for not realizing it.
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hqnqm1 · 7 months
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Could I request a nishinoya x reader soulmate au?
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fated by thread; from me to you
nishinoya yū x GN!reader
A/N: this took way too long sorry 😥. kinda ooc noya? my first fic so might suck booty, not proofread
“why are you the odd one out?”
it’s a question you’ve been asked your whole life. everyone was fated with the red string of fate, including you. everyone had always found their fated person on the other end of the string. everyone except you. so how come everyone was falling in love, but you’re falling behind?
“the red string of fate is a phenomenon in which soulmates by fate are connected to another by a red thread that is tied around their pinkies. this thread is dull but starts to glow once the pair find each other. sometimes, you may feel your partner moving based on tugging on your pinky. this is an indication that your soulmate is nearby. it is the persons choice if they want to cut their thread for any reason to withdraw pining over their fated soulmate. once cut, the string becomes dull again. this does not affect anything, but is a sign of rejection. this can be undone if the person reties their string with genuine feelings, as their thread can glow again” you read out the information on the book somehow hoping that soon, your ribbon will glow too.
“gah” you grunt out in discomfort. ever since the school year started again, you’ve been feeling constant tugs at my pinky finger. “does my soulmate really like to bother me that much?” you thought.
you gently examine your finger and caress it.
“you alright?” a voice appears suddenly causing you to jump on the spot. you turn to see that it’s your friend, hinako.
“what the hell? you scared me” you lightly berate your friend following a short chuckle.
“sorry~ anyway. are you still up to join a club? i hear it’s mandatory according to the student council” the brunette girl casually speaks.
“i’m not interested…” you bashfully respond.
“well, you’ll have to find a club soon. i suggest you manage the guy’s soccer team! the guys are so hot.” hinako enthusiastically adds as she gives a playful smirk.
“yeah they’re hot, but the soccer team is full of stuck up, filthy rich brats…” you scoff.
“oh! what about the yearbook committee?” she suggests.
“that’s for nerds” you joke slightly to light up the mood.
“oh? then, as a last result, all i can think of is.. the manager for the guy’s volleyball team!” she exclaims excitedly.
stuck in a few thoughts, she continues her sentence with a dreamy expression. “i hear that the guys are so fine… and their manager is stunning too…”
“shimizu? like, the kiyoko shimizu? she’s the manager isn’t she? she’s gorgeous. maybe i can consider it” you take the opportunity into thought. after all, you used to play volleyball until the accident.
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you’ve waited hours since that conversation from lunchtime and now you’re currently outside the school gym during after school hours, awaiting the third-year beauty. after what seemed like hours, she finally arrived, looking as stunning as ever.
“hello. i assume you’re here to visit?” a soothing, calm voice projects from kiyoko’s mouth as she radiates a small but welcoming smile.
“o-oh! yes! i’m here to try out for the manager” you blurt out suddenly as your face grows a furious red of embarrassment.
with no ill intent, kiyoko lightly giggles and beckons you to come inside the gym.
inside, you take in the vision of the nets that can easily loom over anyone, the scoreboards, the varnished wooden floors and not to mention, the fine guys.
one by one, they line up. you couldn’t help but find how breathtaking these men were.. that was until.. a special one showed up. black, spiked up hair with a highlighted strand at the front. he wore an orange uniform instead of karasuno’s standard black uniform for home games, indicating that he played libero. sure, he wasn’t the tallest, but did his pretty face make up for it.
that’s when it hit you. your thread ignited in a beautiful crimson luminescence.
in that moment, your heart thumps and throbs, your eyes widen, and you stare in awe. he’s your soulmate?
at first you thought he was approaching you, which made you freeze out of anxiety, thinking about the words to say when he approaches. instead he ran towards kiyoko instead with his friend with a shaven head. you can see kiyoko’s unimpressed demeanour around the two boys as they attempt to woo her.
then he turns to you.
“we must be the luckiest guys in the world, tanaka. to be blessed with these absolutely stunning people to keep coming to us! whatcha here for?” the shorter man smirks flirtatiously. in some way, it made you uncomfortable, but in another way, it made you feel appreciated and loved knowing that this man is your soulmate.
“well, i’m here to have a visit. i’m considering on becoming the next manager for the club” you respond with a constant consciousness to stay calm.
“you hear that nishinoya? they’re gonna be our manager! that’s great. what’s your name, hun?” tanaka asks with that musk voice of his.
“so that’s his name, huh” you thought.
your pulse races and you desperately try to keep your cool. clearly, the facade is breaking by each passing second.
“(name). pleasure to meet you” you hold your hand out.
in that moment, you see nishinoya’s eyes widen the moment he sees that the red threads connect. to your dismay, he doesn’t say a word and looks… disappointed.
he quickly shakes your hand then goes back to training as if the red string was nothing to him. you stand there dumbfounded and hurt. you found your fated mate and this is how the first meeting goes?
he continues to train and even after that disappointing exchange, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him more.
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successfully, you were able to become the manager of the karasuno boy’s volleyball team alongside kiyoko. spring tournament was approaching and you worked hard to prepare the boys for their important event.
training had ended already, the gym was empty, but, the only people that were filling the room were you and nishinoya.
“hey, can you pepper with me? i need to practise my digs” the libero asks you with an aloof and indifferent expression.
you haven’t played in a while ever since the accident that had injured your ankle. you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him, but you didn’t want to reject his offer either. so you transported the basket of volleyballs. you start with a few quick shoulder warm ups, then you toss a volleyball upwards and spike it towards him.
the libero messes up his dig as the ball flies in the opposite direction. he lets out a snarky smirk.
“not bad. you’ve definitely played before” nishinoya retorts and he motions for you to keep going.
the little pepper session got more competitive. when the ball was set to him, he decided to do a feint and tipped the ball causing you to attempt a dive for the ball.
during the moment, unfortunately, you tore a ligament in your ankle from a past injury and you let out a scream of pain.
nishinoya’s stoic and indifferent attitude had dropped once seeing you injured.
“hey! wait! do you need me to take you to the infirmary?” his brows furrow in concern and he runs up to you, examining your ankle.
“yes… it’s just from a past injury..” you wince through the discomfort.
“is it alright if i guide you to the infirmary?” nishinoya asks in a gentle tone.
“that isn’t necessary…” you say bashfully although deep inside you clearly want him to be close to you.
“seriously, (name). you’re injured and you can’t walk” he responds, holding your hand to help you up. that strong, pulsating sensation in your chest appears again as your cheek grow faintly pink. he gently takes your arm to sling it around his shoulder as he guides you to the infirmary.
as he walks you there he makes a comment that flusters you.
“i can’t believe i get to touch the most stunning being i’ve seen right now” he proudly comments, making you flush red in embarrassment.
“hey wait! that was so uncalled for!” you chuckle.
little did you know that he never meant those words.
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tournaments finished and unfortunately, they came runner-up to the winners. currently, you’re at the back of the sendai gym, comforting a weeping noya who has his knees tucked to his head.
“hey? noya, you worked hard and did the best you could. that’s more than enough okay? you did your best and i’m so proud of you for that. you know what? one competition doesn’t define who you are.. to me, you’re hardworking, amazing and you always try your best.. this competition may have ended up with you and the guys in second place, but to me, you’re always my number one-“
“I DON’T NEED YOUR PITY OKAY!? THIS? THIS IS JUST STUPID! STOP BABYING ME! YOU JUST WANT MY ATTENTION BECAUSE WE’RE SOULMATES, YEAH? WHY DO YOU THINK I NEVER TALK ABOUT IT HUH? IT’S BECAUSE I HATE THE FACT THAT YOU’RE MY SOULMATE! I WISHED IT WAS SOMEONE ELSE! SOMEONE BETTER, LIKE KIYOKO!” noya snaps out of a fit of rage, leaving you dumbfounded and processing his words. it slowly eats you up and shatters you as you watch him storm away in anger. that was the last time you talked to him until the end of the year.
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it was one of the last training sessions of the year and you carried the tub of the club member’s water bottles to refill them with yamaguchi. the two of you walk towards the back of the gym and hear an exchange going on…
“why wont you go out with me? i did everything for you!” nishinoya cries out in a pained expression.
“i’m sorry, we aren’t meant to be.. i’ve already found my soulmate and it isn’t you.. i hope you find the one you truly love and i hope they make you happier” kiyoko replies with remorse and pity.
“but… it’s you i want… not anyone else… i’ve already cut my red string just to be with you” a gasp falls from kiyoko’s and a eavesdropping yamaguchi’s mouth from nishinoya’s revelation.
for them, it was jaws that fell in surprise, but for you, it was tears that fell in heartbreak. you already knew he despised you ever since the tournament but this? this is too far. your true soulmate had cut the thread and denied you for another woman. you walk away in pain.
“why can’t he just love me back?” you thought.
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you were now in third year, studying hard just to get into your dream university.
lately, you’ve been getting snacks, poems, keychains, plushies galore stuffed in your locker, but never once have you found out who’s been behind all this.
you’ve noticed small blonde hair strands on the plushies. could this be from tsukishima? no, he’s way too cold to like anyone. either way, he’s a jerk so nobody would like him back. but then there were also jet black hairs on the other few gifts. could this be a case of a love triangle where you’re being pined by your juniors, both tsukishima and kageyama? impossible.
but you did know someone that had both hair colours on his head… you didn’t want to assume it was him, and it had been a while since you thought about the man that hurt you.
it was a rainy afternoon and you had just finished tutoring. on the way home, you were considering cutting your part of the thread off. you believed that it wouldn’t matter if the love was unrequited.
you hold your umbrella out to prevent the rain getting to you as you walk down the wet street, the sound of rain hitting the concrete lingering in your ears.
a tap on your shoulder could be felt and you turn around. it’s nishinoya yuu. he looks disheveled and somewhat remorseful? is he here to apologise?
“may i help you?” you ask with a slight pettiness.
“hey, uh… i hoped you liked the gifts i’ve been leaving in your locker… i don’t know if it’s too late for this, but i took you for granted okay? those sweet and genuine words of yours, your consideration for others, the way you care for everyone around you, your kind and gentle demeanour… i can’t help but have fallen in love with it all… especially that one time, those words you said in the tournament got me by, and i just couldn’t accept your love because i was such a jerk and was blind to your love. i want to love you like how you loved me.. i’m so sorry i didn’t treat you like the royalty you should’ve been treated like. i don’t expect you to forgive me after what i did, but will you give me a chance to make it up to you..?” he asks with genuine remorse and regret. he looks you in the eyes with glossy tears threatening to fall down.
you see that he has also attempted to mend the red thread by retying it into a cute bow to try and rekindle what once was. you let out a small smile before you respond.
“maybe i’ll give it another go”
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you wake up. was it just a dream? is he really not yours? was it too good to be true?
you look around your room and… ah yes, you see your husband, nishinoya, beside you snoring and sleeping… not so gracefully. but regardless of that, he’s yours, you’re his, and beside your shared bed, resides the crib holding your twin infants, a result of the love you two shared. it seems that the dream was a memory of how it all started.
slowly, your husband stirs awake.
“my love? you’re up early” noya stretches his limbs from his slumber and following that, your children start to yawn and stretch out. he reaches for your hands as your fingers intertwine with his, the red string glowing stronger than ever. you smile gently as you plant a short but loving kiss on his soft lips. you then speak up.
“remember how we first met?”
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Fluffy boys being so excited for Christmas and just their eyes glowing and brightening the second they see the snow outside
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"Baby!! Its snowing!! Are you seeing this? The snow? The beautiful white snow? Christmas is basically tomorrow. We need to start decorating NOW. Get the Christmas tree and the ornaments and the candles", his wide, bright eyes fixated on the falling snowflakes.
"That's a brilliant idea but we need to buy a tree first before we can do anything, love", you say, laughing at his excitement.
His eyes drop for a second at the sad and world crashing news before hearing your next words. "What we can do, is get some hot chocolate and get fluffy blankets and socks and cuddle while watching movies!"
His smile as wide as yours, running to hug and pick you up with a little spin, "and Christmas songs???" Laughing at his eyebrow-wiggle, you nod, "Christmas songs and movies!"
Giving you multiple pecks, he whispers a few quick 'I love you's before setting you down and dashing out the room to get everything you both need.
It might only be November but it's never too early to be excited for christmas.
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Tōru oikawa, tetsurou kuroo, Shoyo hinata, Yu Nishinoya, Manjiro Sano(happy version:/), Chifuyu Matsuno, Kotaro bokuto, Atsumu miya, Izuku midoriya, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro kirishima
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koishiro · 5 days
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Dating Yu Nishinoya <3
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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : and anotha one .ᐟ @hanmaslilslut
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universal-imagines · 1 year
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☾ found feelings
fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: nishinoya x reader word count: 1.2k request: perhaps a scenario with nishinoya comforting his crush when they get rejected by their own crush. maybe ending with them realizing that nishinoya is better then their crush anyway?  
a/n: this request has been in my inbox since i first made this blog, and it’s been written for about as long too i just never got around to transferring it from my notebook to my computer but here it is now! i had to make a separate post from the ask cause the set up was all weird. this might also be the last post i make with banners cause i lost all my old ones and no longer have photoshop ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )
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He knew. Call it a libero's intuition, if you will.
The moment Nishinoya's cell phone rang, almost vibrating its way off his nightstand, he stopped what he was doing to answer. Only one person would call him this late, and today of all days too. But something told him it wasn't about the positive response you'd wanted.
Congratulating himself on another good save, he allowed himself a tentative smile along with his usual greeting.
For a couple of minutes, all he got in response was a sniffle. But he was patient. If volleyball had taught him anything, it was waiting for the right time to move.
"They rejected me," you finally voiced his suspicions.
A part of him couldn't help but be relieved. As mean as that was, he was afraid of missing his chance. When you first told him about your crush, he'd felt a tinge of pain in his chest. And his stomach twisted every time you gushed about them. It was eating at him. He should have been happy for you, but it hurt hearing you talk about someone else. It was worse than missing a crucial point in a match.
The other part of him was heartbroken on your behalf. He knew just how much of yourself you put into that confession. It was nothing short of pouring your heart out. He knew because he had listened to you practice, day in and day out, as you worked yourself up to confess. So hearing you so broken about getting rejected hurt and made him angry. This person he didn't even know didn't deserve your affection, much less your tears.
"I'll be right over." He wanted to say so much more, but that could wait until he could comfort you in person.
A heavy sigh of frustration left Nishinoya's body as he let his phone drop onto his lap. He had every intention of keeping his promise of coming over, but he had to compose himself first. What kind of impression would he give if he looked ready to beat someone up? Probably not a bad one cause it showed he had his friend's back, but there was more to it than that. And he wasn't ready to explain it all just yet.
But he was ready to get some late-night comfort food, however. All your favorite snacks and meals were at the top of his checklist, along with two pints of ice cream.
Two convenience store stops later, among other places, Nishinoya made his way toward your house. It wasn't a long walk, but after his 35-minute detour, he arrived at your home almost an hour after promised.
One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks it took for you to open the door. As expected, a puffy-eyed [ name ] appeared in the doorway. The sight of you almost sent him on a rant, but he stopped himself.
"Sorry for taking a while..." he searched for your eyes, "But I'm armed with snacks." The last bit came out as more of a question than a statement. He wasn't sure how enthusiastic he was allowed to sound, so he wanted to assess the situation first.
You didn't even look at the bag of goodies he brought before enveloping him in a hug.
"Yeah... sorry," he whispered, doing his best to return the hug.
Finally moving from the door, both of you ended up in your room. It was quiet for a while, but not in an awkward way. You were both just enjoying a pint of ice cream. The silence might have lasted longer if it weren't for Tanaka, who sent Nishinoya a meme.
'Damn Tanaka,' Nishinoya thought as he scrambled to silence his phone.
"They said they never gave me any reasons to get my hopes up. That... they could tell I liked them and went out of their way to make it obvious they weren't interested, but..." You drew a shaky breath. "I can't believe I didn't notice. I must have been so annoying."
"Did they seriously say that?" Nishinoya's blood was boiling.
You nodded, needing another moment to gather yourself. "I could even feel how annoyed they were." "What an ass. You'll probably think I'm saying all this because I'm your friend and would take your side in any situation, but he didn't deserve you. If that jerk could not see how amazing you are, that's on them. Not you. It just sucks you got your heart broken because of someone like that."
Nishinoya was glad to see you roll your eyes at him because it meant you were feeling slightly better.
"I don't know about being amazing and all that. If that were the case at least one person out there would like me, but there's no one." You shrugged.
"There is." The response slipped out on its own. "I'm sure there is," he quickly added.
"Doubt it."
"Why?"
"Because... well, because no one has ever said anything." You threw your arms up in defeat.
"What if they're afraid of telling you? Of getting rejected? You just found out how much it hurts."
"Yeah... you're right."
'Stupid. Stupid Noya.' He would shoot himself in the foot if he could.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" He was panicking over what to say to fix his mistake.
"No, it's okay. You're right. After what happened today, I don't picture myself confessing to anyone ever again. And if anyone does confess to me one day, I know I'll never be that mean."
Nishinoya chuckled. "Being let off easy still hurt, you know."
"Sure, but it can't be as bad as being outright rejected on top of being ridiculed for confessing." You crossed your arms and huffed, but he could tell it was more for show.
"Can't argue with that," he shrugged. "So, is it safe to assume you're less upset about getting rejected but more about how they went about it?"
You nodded with a soft smile.
"I hope you know that ass really didn't deserve you. Besides, you can do so much better!"
"Oh yeah," you chuckled. "I deserve someone who will cherish me and treat me right. Someone who will bring me pizza at midnight."
"Ha, I've done that." Catching himself once again, Nishinoya quickly added, "And it wasn't fun."
"What are you talking about? We stayed up all night watching movies and talking. I remember cause you forgot you had practice the next morning and were dying." You were now laughing.
"Exactly, not fun."
"Whatever."
The night went on like that, harmless banter back and forth with some movies and laughter sprinkled in between. The person who'd ruined part of your day was long forgotten by now.
"You should just stay over at this point. It's 4am, and you don't have practice tomorrow. So it's okay, right?" You were already pulling the blanket over the both of you as you spoke.
"Fine. Just don't kick me off the bed when you wake up in the morning cause you forgot you asked me to stay."
"I only did that once!" You laugh at the memory.
"Once was enough!"
"Okay, okay. I'll make it up to you if I do it again." You scooted a little closer to him and shut your eyes.
"How about you make it up for last time first?"
"With what?" You yawn.
'A date.'
He thought he had said it outloud when he heard the exact same words he was thinking, but you'd been the one to utter them. Maybe it'd been a figment of his imagination, he was tired after all. But he would soon find out they weren't. He would have to wait until morning though, cause you were out like a light.
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The Haikyuu Characters Text you “I Can’t Sleep” | Pt.3
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Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader
Notes: I meant to post this earlier, but like I made a comment about, I actually got distracted preparing my room to be painted tomorrow by me. I’m going to be doing a sage green with an accent wall. I’m excited to do it alone. Wish me luck, and I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter!
In this chapter, the characters include: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Ennoshita, Kinoshita, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, and Tsukishima!
If you want to check out my masterlist for the texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!
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beautifulsenpai · 1 year
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𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 - 𝘺𝘶̄ 𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘢
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𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 - 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶̄!!
𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 - 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
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𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴..
𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍
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tonberry-yoda · 2 years
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Hello 🤍 how are you?
I’d like to request a Haikyuu piece. Noya x fem!reader if that is ok? Noya being down for some reason and finally he is the one needing support and comforting. Just something cute and fluffy. A little angst is ok too.
Best wishes. Btw I’d like to be 🌻anon :)
oh my goodness hello🌻anon! that is such a cute nickname! it's super nice to meet you lovely! i have been super good lately and i hope you are good as well! i loved this idea so much and had a great time writing it! i really hope you enjoy this as much as I do! <3
You Mean That? - Nishinoya
Pairing - Yu Nishinoya x f!reader
Warnings - none!
Word Count - 574
Notes - thanks again for the request dear! it is so nice to have anons on here so thank you for being one of them!!! sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!! <333
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“How does it feel to be shorter than your girlfriend?” Hinata spiked a ball and looked over at Nishinoya with a shit eating grin.
“Oh, you’ll know how it feels one day Hinata, I can promise you that.” Nishinoya threw a ball at Hinata and it bounced off of his head with a smack to the floor.
“Alright, what’s going on in here?” Daichi walked over and picked up the ball off of the ground and turned towards Noya.
“Hinata was making fun of me being shorter than my girlfriend, so I taught him a lesson.” Everyone else who walked in found Hinata in the fetal position with tears in his eyes on the ground.
“Well, little buddy,” Tanaka threw his arm around Nishinoya and giggled. “You do know that girls like taller guys, right?”
“Yeah well she doesn't! She likes me, okay?!” Noya threw Tanaka’s arm off of him and turned around, crossing his arms.
“She was into that third year last year though. The tall guy on the basketball team. He got a girlfriend though so-”
“Shut up Tanaka!” Daichi put his hands on his hips, holding a volleyball in his arm. “Leave Noya alone. Let's get to practicing, alright?”
“Sorry Noya, I didn't mean it like tha-” Tanaka turned to Noya, but he was gone, running out of the gym.
Sometimes he couldn't always be the goofy one. He hated when people made him feel like that and he couldn't take it anymore. He knew that Tanaka was just joking, but it still pissed him off either way. It hurt him.
“Noya!” You smiled and ran up to your boyfriend, throwing your sweaty arms around him. “I'm on a little break from practice! Wanna get something to eat from the vending machine? Wait, are you okay?” You cupped his face seeing some tears he was holding back.
Noya quickly turned away from you and tried to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist. “Noya, what’s wrong?”
He stopped in his spot and slightly turned to you, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Are you only dating me as a second choice?”
“Wh-What? N-Noya, I-”
“Nevermind.” He quickly took off, leaving you behind.
“Wait, Noya!!!” You ran after him and grabbed his arm. “Talk to me. Please.”
Noya rolled his eyes and turned towards you. “The basketball player. Are you upset that you couldn't be with him so you decided to-”
“Woah! No! Noya, what the hell?! I would never! What’s gotten into you?”
“I just…” Noya sat down and put his face in his hands, crying.
“Noya,” you sat next to him and rubbed his back. “Noya, please don't cry. And don't think that. You’re not a second choice, babe. Who told you that?”
“T-Tanaka.”
“Oh sweet mother of god of course he did, asshole. Noya, I have always liked you. Always. That basketball guy was a piece of shit, okay? You mean the world to me.”
Noya quickly cuddled in your arms and sniffled. “You mean that?”
You nodded and ran your fingers through his hair. “Of course I mean that, love.”
Noya looked up at you with a smile and threw his arms around the back of your neck. “Sorry I was acting like a baby! Still wanna go get that snack from the vending machine?”
“Yes please.”
Noya jumped up and grabbed your hand, giggling.
“What’s so funny, Noya?”
“You’re all sweaty from practice.”
“Oh, shut up Nishinoya.”
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ya9amicide · 23 days
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♡ anime masterlist ♡
pov: your camera roll if you were dating yu nishinoya.
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fornshinoyaz · 9 months
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eternity with you
waking up next to nishinoya is like waking up in a dream. golden light pours through the windows, so bright it makes you both wince in a daze. you’re both too lazy to get up, but not lazy enough to move even closer, skin to skin. his chin rests on your head, and you can feel his steady breath circle around your scalp. you lay your head on his chest, a routine you both happily seek.
he loves the feeling of you there—he loves knowing that you’re all his. forever his. and that’s you’re safe, protected. because he’s the one you lean on. you’re enchanted, no—no, scratch that, in love with the soft rhythm of his heart. it’s strong pace is a comfort you couldn’t describe in words. everything about noya, your noya, was comforting.
the way his fingers gently traced shapes across your skin, the way he would tenderly lay warm almost burning kisses on your forehead, the way he whispered sweet little nothings in your ear, ‘i love waking up next to you,’ his fingers gently run through your hair, ‘i could spend eternity here with you’, you would gently laugh, sleep still weighing heavily on your voice. ‘we have to get up eventually noya’, you say, but it’s not at all convincing when you don’t try to move an inch from his embrace.
time seems to still, as you both silently wish for just one minute more. one minute more in his embrace, one minute more in each others presence. noya pulls you impossibly closer, and you giggle, ‘let’s stay just like this, okay? let’s let time wait outside’, he says and you feel like the two of you are in a cocoon, protected from the heavy clock that tries to pull you apart. and then you nod, blissfully in love, blissfully happy, falling deeper into his embrace, ‘okay’.
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REBLOGS APPRECIATED!
a/n: a little drabble i wrote in like 15 mins. i hope whoever is reading this enjoyed it , i just felt like writing tbh :)
i love nishinoya more than i love breathing
© fornshinoyaz 2023. thanks for reading.
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box-of-roses · 4 months
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•*•*• Starring *•*•*
Daichi Sawamura
Breakup- you and Daichi break up (angst)
When they want to be babied- you take care of your boys (fluff)
Caught Bread Handed - Daichi catches his kleptomaniac s/o stealing (fluff)
Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)
Sugawara Koshi
Play Rehearsal- You get to be the lead in your school play but the other lead gets into an accident. Luckily, Suga is there to step in and resolve not only the play but your romantic tension too. (fluff)
When they want to be babied- you take care of your boys (fluff)
Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)
Asahi Azumane
It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff)
Kiyoko Shimizu
Boyfriend- (WIP)
Nishinoya Yu
Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)
Tanaka Ryunosuke
Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)
Tsukishima Kei
It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff)
Kageyama Tobio
It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff)
Hinata Shoyo
Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)
Yachi Hitoka
Nothing yet, request something
Saeko Tanaka
Nothing yet, request something
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kisskawa · 2 years
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— when you go away, i still see you for @antihajime’s summer romances collab! ;  cw food, the future is scary ; title creds
it was the first day of summer and you’d already damned yourself to a period of boredom and dullness. you had banished away any intentions to join in with graduation celebrations or meet with old friends, simply ready to turn into a puddle as you lay on your bed and succumbed to the sticky heat.
and then came the thunk against your window.
it was a tiny little noise, but it was familiar all the same and it had you scrambling to your feet, parting from your beloved fan.
a thick blanket of warmth entered as you yanked the window open, humidity hitting your body entirely. but you had little time to react to the heat’s invasion, instead hissing out, “nishinoya yuu! you have a flight first thing in the morning!” as if the boy under your window was unaware.
noya only grinned up at you - or maybe he did reply, words disappearing into the air, swamped by the warmth. it always was hard to pay attention around him.
still, you found yourself swinging a leg out of the window to scale the rickety old pipe that trailed down your house. the front door would’ve been easier, the both of you were well aware, but you’d long since gotten used to sneaking out with nishinoya and there was something about the boy’s presence that made you a little bolder, a little riskier. spending time with noya had your heart thrumming in your chest and electricity pulsing through your veins without fail and each time, you revelled in the addictive feeling.
feet back on the ground and face to face with said boy, you raised a brow - a silent question of what on earth was going on. noya’s smile widened and he held out a hand to you, “c’mon, let’s go.”
your queries of where are we going and what about your flight died in your throat as your palm met nishinoya’s. despite the stifling heat and the clamminess of your hands, you wondered how best to remember noya’s touch, how best to grasp onto him and never let go.
nishinoya never did seem suited for everyday life, the thought of him working a nine-to-five enough to make your nose crinkle. and the news he’d be travelling abroad, remaining a free spirit, had left you glad more than anything. it was only in the last few days that the bittersweet punch of saying goodbye had begun to truly sink in.
the walk took you to an old noodle bar. it was small and cozy with a handful of white deck chairs and a gentle yellow light hanging outside, moths happy to flit around though noya cringed at the sight of them. it was also easy for you to recognise and the older couple who owned the shop were quick to welcome you in with open arms and a matching pair of beaming smiles.
“we heard graduation was today!” the woman who you’d taken to calling grandma crooned, “i remember when you first came in!”
you did too. it had been a celebration - nishinoya’s first win as part of karasuno’s volleyball. a whole different league from those he played against in junior high, he claimed, though there remained a fair amount of friendly faces. and despite only meeting each other a few months prior, you’d agreed to the bombardment of texts from nishinoya that demanded you to bask in the victory with him. the excitement and glee had been obvious, even through typed words and a tiny old screen, and you found yourself drawn out by the lightness of his texts. it always was easy to be around noya.
he’d dragged you across the town, talking a mile a minute, only stopping to inhale the congratulatory garigari-kun ice lolly you’d felt compelled to treat him to. until eventually, you’d found the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant and the warmth that surrounded you felt strangely similiar to noya’s, as if it were a hot summer’s day and all your worries lived months away.
it had been the first time you’d placed your hand in noya’s, heartbeat thundering as skin pressed against skin, and you knew you’d follow him for as long as you possibly could.
“you’ve grown up well,” grandpa nodded with a gentle smirk and certain tut, placing your regular orders down on the old table you’d long since claimed as your own.
you and noya chorused a “thank you,” both for the food and the compliment. and with another smile to the couple, you tuck in.
the taste of the soup fills your mouth and your shoulders sag, released even momentarily from their burdens. in an instant, you find yourself at age fifteen, stuffing thick noodles into your mouth in an attempt to ignore the stinging of your eyes. the test paper, filled with red and marked with a heart sinkingly low grade, sits heavy in your bag. nishinoya has a comforting hand on the small of your back, brows furrowed as he cracks silly little jokes, hoping to bring back your smile. one finally lands and suddenly you choke, whether it’s on a laugh or on the food, you’re not entirely sure, but you can only thank noya as you find your spirits entirely lifted.
at age sixteen, you’re wincing at the bruises that litter noya’s arms as he rolls up his sleeves in preparation to dig in. his actions are somewhat stiff, muscles more than just sore, but nothing seems to be able to take away from the victory - his victory - against the powerhouse that was shiratorizawa, not even when the boiling broth burns at his tongue. you brush gentle fingertips over the discoloured marks, leaving tiny goosebumps in your wake as you tell nishinoya that not only did he do well, but to “be careful now.” and the constant smile that sits on noya’s lips as you look after him has both your hearts flipping in your chests.
at age seventeen - and just a mere two months ago - you’re fearful. too young to think about what the future holds, you sigh, but forced to anyways. well fed and eyes drooping, you find your lips have loosened and you lean onto noya, seeking his familiar comfort as you spill your worries into the open air. “you’ll be okay,” he murmurs softly, arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder, “i have faith in anything you do.” you close your eyes to prevent the tears from spilling over, choosing instead to focus on the lull of noya’s chest, the steadiness of his touch and the certainty of his words. you wonder if he knows just how much you’ll miss him.
a hand on your upper arm brings you back to the present and you smile up at grandpa, letting him know that, as always, his food is wholly delicious, wholly comforting.
“of course it has to be extra good, it’s for you two!” he declares happily, eyes curved and twinkling.
the sun finally begins to set despite the late hour, another perk of summer, and you and noya reluctantly begin to stand, readying yourselves to leave. grandpa pushes your hands away, closing his eyes to your money with a huff that the meal had been a graduation gift.
you and noya echo another “thank you,” tallying up to what must be a hundred that night, and let yourself be pulled into a tight group hug. grandma’s voice has begun to thicken with emotion as she utters into your ear, “come visit us soon, ok?”
it is a moment that feels entirely like home, the warmth from the night settling into your chest. all at once, your waterline starts to fill and you try your best to keep the tears at bay. you miss the glance noya shoots you, content to let him take control of the conversation and the pair of you leave with full stomachs and a promise of your return.
you’re not even a block away when noya turns to you, “we will, y’know?”
you quirk a brow, “will what?”
“go back,” he pauses and then, “together,” nodding in confirmation.
you fall silent, suddenly shying away from his gaze. you can’t pinpoint when you became quite so transparent to noya. trying to recall, you let your eyes drift, attention shifting from the corner of your vision to the sky above. oranges and pinks dance above you, light still peaking through the clouds. before the sun rises again, nishinoya will be up in the air, travelling further and further away from you.
“i will come back,” noya continues, knowing your quietness serves instead as a question of explanation. he shuffles until he falls under your stare again, sending you a slow wave and a smile, “i’d miss you too much to be gone forever.”
the confession sends your body alight, lightning burning under your skin, and you surge forwards without second thought, lips crashing into noya’s. and nishinoya yuu, who you always believed was larger than life, larger than you, returns the action.
when you pull back, you find your hands locked and fingers intertwined. nishinoya lets his forehead knock against your own, cheeks rosy and a dopey smile on his lips. it’s the widest one of the evening so far.
“a welcome back kiss when i come home would also be much appreciated, just so you know,” noya hums, little laughs spilling between his words.
and though you roll your eyes at him, you find yourself nodding along to his request, echoing a whisper of “when you come home.”
noya presses another kiss to your lips, this one short though equally as addictive, and swears, “always will, i promise.” he points a thumb back at the noodle bar, “besides, that’s two i have to keep now.”
for once, the summer goes by slower than it came, days bleeding together. the heat is constant and you learn to accept the stickiness that comes with it, settling for the cool relief of standing in front of the fan whenever you return inside. the feeling is rivalled only by the crash of the ocean waves against your body. for despite your original desire to simply mope and wilt in your room, you and your friends are all to excited to be free from the confines of high school.
it takes until the leaves brown and swirl from the trees for you to truly notice the change in time, preoccupied by arranging future plans that no longer seem so daunting. the nights begin to creep in earlier, shadows drawing out, and a threatening chill hangs in the air, forcing you to swap your clothes for ones that are longer, thicker.
you settle into bed with a shiver as the cold sheets touch your skin and you dread the bitter cold that has yet to come. you’ll miss the warmth of the summer, like a freshly served bowl of noodles or a hand tightly encased in your own.
amid reminiscing, you hear it. the sound is tiny and familiar and you draw your thoughts to a halt.
there is a thunk at your window.
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a summer with nishinoya
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sharing gari-gari kun. romantic strolls at the beach. capturing photos of wide grins as you spit out watermelon seeds. the cool summer breeze. his warm gaze looking over at you. tight hold on your waist to prevent you from falling (even though you already did). forehead kisses. his boyish laugh as you roll your eyes over his silly remarks.
and you wonder why you're so in love with him...
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