I'll Be There (Nishinoya x Reader) ON HOLD

Karasuno High

Quick key:

Y/n: Your name
f/n: Specifically your first name, for introductions
l/n: Last name
n/n: nickname
h/c: Hair colour
e/c: Eye colour
f/c: Favourite colour
f/f: favourite food

So, there are a few things predetermined about Y/n in this, sorry. She's shorter than Nishinoya by a few centimetres, and has a fringe that covers her right eye, dyed the favourite colour of the reader. You surname is also predetermined as you have the same one as your brother. (:

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Finally. She finally got to go back to school. As shy as she was, Y/N loved the people, the sense of a family inside the school. She loved the routine, the dependability. And if anything went wrong, she knew she'd have her brother and his boyfriend to take care of her.

The first day was always hard. She'd learned from experience, as she had gone to Elementary and Middle school. She winced, pushing the memories from the one year she did spend in middle school into the furthest corner of her mind. She couldn't think about that now. She had to focus on making a good first impression.

She looked into the mirror in front of her, pulling her h/c hair up and out of her face, letting her f/c fringe hang in front of her right eye. For some reason, Y/n felt more secure, safe and hidden when she did that. As if hiding her eye behind an artificially coloured fringe could distract everyone from anything else. As if she could hide behind the locks. 

Grabbing her bag, she opened the door of her massive room, walking down the corridor. As always, she read the golden plated above the many doors.

Kitchen. Pool. Spare room. Dance studio. Living room. Music studio. Spare room. Bathroom. Sport courts for her and her brother. Spare room. Dining room. Y/n's tutoring room. Brother's room.

Thank goodness she didn't have to go there this year. The long hours with her teacher droning on compared to the lively buzz and chatter of real school was enough to wake her up enough to knock on her brother's door.

"C'mon, we'll be late on my first day." She shouted through the door. A hand tapped her shoulder and she jumped, spinning around to face him.

"Already ahead of you." He gave one of his trademark grins, and they left their level, walking out the door and towards their school.

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Y/n's parents were crazy rich. Apparently they only used the bare minimum amount of money when they were younger, and when they had her older brother, they realised just how much money they had saved up. Of course when Y/n was born, they gave their two children the basement to share after some renovations. 

That might sound kind of cruel, but their basement was massive. To put it into perspective, the renovations included an indoor pool for Y/n's diving, a dance studio, a soundproofed music studio, a volleyball court for her and her brother, an entire house setup, (living room, bathroom, dining room, kitchen, e.t.c) two bedrooms and a tutoring room for when Y/n was home-schooled. As I said, they had a ridiculous amount of money.

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They finally reached the front gate, and the siblings parted ways, as her older brother had to get to volleyball practice. 

"Hey, Y/n, if you're still okay being the manager, can you meet us for practice this afternoon so you can meet the team?" He shouted across the courtyard. 

"Sure!" She sent a thumbs up his way. She was on her own now. 

Making her way through the groups of students, she checked her timetable. Great, First year, class five. College prep. Yay. She looked up, finding herself in the entranceway, and she looked for some sign to direct her. 

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"Y/n?" 

"Here." She shrunk down in her seat, her voice as quiet as she could make it. The teacher shot her a smile, and moved to the next name.

Thank goodness that was over. Even in Elementary school when she knew everyone and everyone knew her, rollcall was scary. The fact that if you made the smallest mistake, everyone would turn and stare at you like you'd done something wrong, and sometimes people would laugh, and the embarrassment was overwhelming. 

Finally, the first class ended and she headed off to her next one. She found that the classes were surprisingly easy, as she'd already learned most of that stuff from her home-schooling. Her parents always pushed her, pushing past her limits. Even when she was exhausted she was expected to do her nightly routine, which often led to her getting less than four hours of sleep a night. But that was okay. Y/n had managed to grow accustomed to it.

She was thrown out of her thoughts when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Jumping, she whipped her head around.

"Hey, you're a first year right? I've never seen you before so that must be true. You know you're in the second years' hallway, right? Are you lost? I'm Nishinoya. Can I help you? What's your name?" Y/n was taken aback by the never-ending stream of words tumbling out of this small boy's mouth. Admittedly, she was a little shorter, but she was also a year younger.

"Um, yes, I'm a first year. I'm so sorry, senpai, would you be able to point me in the direction of the correct hall?" She looked down at the ground, her voice quiet, contrasting the boisterous manner of the 'Nishinoya' in front of her. Y/n's eyes flicked up for a split second, and she jumped back in fright again. The person in front of her looked completely shocked.

"Look." He started, his voice completely serious, a hand resting on your shoulder. "I'm going to walk you to class. Because I'm your senpai. And that's what good senpai do." He looked up at you and grinned. 

"So what class are you in?" Y/n took a second to recover from the shock.

"Oh, you don't have to if you don't want to! I-I just um..." She trailed off, not planning her next sentence.

After another short pause she managed to whisper "Class five."

"College prep, huh? Alrighty smarty pants! Let's go!" He grabbed her wrist and started speed walking down the hall, a boyish grin plastered on his face. They were already late, but he didn't seem to mind. He struck Y/n as the sort of person who just goofed off and had fun, not thinking or caring about afterwards. He seemed the sort of carefree person who just had fun, and encouraged his friends. She smiled, a tiny smile as they reached her room. For once it was actually real.

"Thank you, Nishinoya." She bowed to him.

"Just call me Noya, and anytime!" He smiled at her again. "Sorry, I don't think I caught your name?" He pulled her back as you went to open the door. Her heart sped up. This reminded her too much of... No, she couldn't think about that now. She had to get to class, she had to do well. Noya seemed nice. He seemed like the trustworthy kind of guy. But Y/n's trust was not given easily, and people change. He seems nice. Just give them what they want and they go away. She took a breath to steady her thoughts.

"F/n. But call me n/n." You smiled. This one was fake. 

"Cool! What's your surname-?" He started to ask, as you hadn't told him. But the door had already swished open and shut. 

And he had to get back to class.

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Heya! Thank you so much for reading this! I think that's really all I have to say.