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

Morning Comes After Night.

Y/n POV

Y/n's nightly routine. The routine that always ended up with her getting maximum 4 hours sleep a night, on a regular basis. She hated the thought of it, but when she got around to doing it it was actually kinda fun. 

First came homework, as schooling was important. Half an hour of that, before stretching and practicing for dance (90 minutes), an hour of tennis, another hour or two to practice her instruments (flute, violin, piano, guitar, and of course singing) 20 laps in the pool, and then finishing up any leftover homework. It took around 6-7 hours in total, after which she would eat dinner that her brother had previously cooked after volleyball, and get ready for bed. At 3am.

Her brother didn't have as much pressure, probably because he'd put his foot down at the ridiculousness a few years ago, but Y/n loved everything she did. She just didn't have enough time. 

 Morning always succeeds night, so Y/n always managed to get up and ready for school in time. Although she started to realise she might have to stagger times and do less every night.  

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The next day of school came, and as soon as she sat down in class she was approached by a teacher. 

"Hello, you must be Y/n?" She looked up, immediately on guard.

"Yes, Miss?" She held eye contact with the teacher.

"I was your teacher for English yesterday," She started, Y/n nodded, remembering "And you seem to be almost fluent in the language. The faculty have decided that for the foreseeable future you will be moved to the second years' class two. You have English first now, as your timetable has changed, so if you will come with me?" Y/n swept her stuff up and followed the teacher.

They walked down a few hallways until they reached one that looked slightly familiar. Y/n couldn't figure out why, though. Until they opened a door to an already assembled class.

"Hello, this is Y/n. She will be a part of your class for the rest of this year, so please welcome her." Miss led her through the door, introducing her to the class. Thank goodness for the timetable change, as you still had the same teacher. Y/n was even more grateful for the class though, because as soon as the teacher stopped talking, two familiar voices shouted through the pause.

"Y/n!"

"Y/n! You're in our class now?! Wow!" Y/n looked up to meet they eyes of a very excited Nishinoya standing on a desk next to Tanaka.

"Oh, um, hi guys!" A small smile peeked out from under her hair, and the teacher laughed.

"So you know these guys? They can be a bit of a handful." She put a hand to the back of her head and chuckled as Y/n nodded.

"I'm surprised, you seemed like a well mannered student yesterday, how on Earth did you meet these two?" She whispered so the whole class wouldn't hear.

"Volleyball!" Nishinoya's excited yell came from across the classroom, and the teacher straightened up in shock.

"How did you hear that?" Y/n's curious voice timidly showed itself again.

"Huh? Hear what?" He cocked his head to the side. "I just saw Miss whisper, so I shouted volleyball!" He turned around and high fived Tanaka.

"I know how hard it is for new student, especially when you don't know anyone else, so why don't you go take a seat in the back next to Nishinoya?" Their teacher sighed at they boys' antics and ushered Y/n towards the spare desk next to them.

"Wassup!" Tanaka and Noya pulled out sunglasses and placed them on, striking poses. Nishinoya shot finger guns at Y/n, a smirk plastered on his face, and Tanaka had his arms crossed pulling his signature expression. 

"You guys are weird." She shook her head in disbelief, trying to contain her giggles. They pulled off their sunglasses and stuffed them into their pockets, obviously ready for another dramatic show when it was called for.

"Now now." Noya stated indignantly, slinging an arm around Y/n's shoulders. "We're cool!" He laughed that little laugh of his, and Y/n became aware of the warm weight around her shoulders.

"Nishinoya Yuu! Stop flirting with the new girl and pay attention!" All the heads in the classroom turned backwards towards them. Y/n could feel her heartbeat speeding up and her cheeks flushing. She hated having any sort of attention drawn to her, and now an entire classroom was watching her. Nope nope nope.

Noya sheepishly drew his arm back, and placed his hand behind his head, flashing everyone a closed-eye smile.

"Sorry guys." He dropped his hand back down onto the desk. For some reason Y/n lost the sense of protection she felt before he took his arm away.

"Psst. Y/n" Noya was tapping her leg in an attempt to get her attention. She looked up, meeting his eyes, confusion painted across her face.

"Check what I got." He grinned, showing her his phone. It showed a photo of of her, her cheeks bright red, with Noya next to her, an arm around her shoulders. He was smiling, and she just looked shy. She looked away, not wanting to see herself. But then he flicked to the photo after, and she had to hold in her laughter; the sight of their teacher's furious expression was too much. 

She immediately felt bad. Miss was only trying to help them learn, and they were causing trouble. Y/n shushed him, hiding his phone and ducked her head, taking notes. But not before he caught the smallest whisper of a laugh from her.