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

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It was practice after school. Nishinoya was worried; Y/n didn't show up to morning practice, and no-one bought Sugawara's excuse of her needing to do English homework. Neither Tanaka or Nishinoya had to and they were in the same class, but they let it go, giving them the benefit of the doubt. And she still hadn't shown up now. He hoped nothing was wrong, and she was still happy to be their manager.

As soon as he finished that thought, Y/n came rushing through the door, panting and looking as if she'd run across the entire school. Which she probably had.

"Hey.. guys..." She puffed, sucking in air, trying to catch her breath, or wait for it to catch up with her. "Sorry... I'm so.... late-" She leaned against the doorway, then stood up, evidently able to breath properly again.

"Y/n!" He brushed his thoughts off, determined to trust her. He received the serve that had been whooshing his way, and ran towards her, about to hug her but stopped.

"Er, sorry." He scratched the back of his head, remembering he had been training the past 20 minutes and was probably all sweaty and disgusting. "I'm probably sweaty and disgusting." He laughed, but stopped when he felt slim arms and tiny hands wrap around his midsection.

"Thank you." He heard the soft voice come from around his chest, and he hugged her back.

"For what?" He grinned, and they pulled back.

"Just because." She smiled, and waved to Sugawara over his shoulder. He looked back to see Daichi glaring daggers at him.

"Sorry, I have to go now." He quickly hugged her again, and raised a hand. "Bye!" He jogged back onto the courts. 

"Hey, Asahi! send me another serve!" He grinned, watching the ball come spiking towards him. He felt the familiar bam! of the ball hitting his forearms, and watched it soar away and land neatly on the ground.

"Again!" His grin couldn't seem to get any wider. Y/n was safe. He glanced over in her direction, curious of how she was again, and if she saw his receive, but she was leaning against the wall, her right leg bent with her foot flat against it, and she had her phone out as if she were waiting for something. She just stared at the screen. She looked like one of those popular girls who stood around on their phones, gossiping. It was kinda hot.

A serve hit his shoulder. Oops. 

"NISHINOYA! STOP STARING AT Y/N AND KEEP RECEIVING ASAHI'S SERVES!" Daichi shouted across the gym, and his gaze ripped away from her, and he focussed on the spiker in front of him. He could feel his cheeks colouring, and hoped that Y/n had been so immersed in thought that he hadn't heard what Daichi had said. Unlikely.

What was she looking at anyway? It seemed like she was waiting for something. Maybe results? Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sugawara walk over to her, and they started talking to each other in hushed tones. As much as he strained his ears he couldn't hear them, though both of them nodded their heads multiple times. I wonder if she-

Thwack

Ouch. Noya straightened up, rubbing his cheek. Obviously the ball had come straight towards him, and he'd just stood there staring into space. He looked up, and saw Daichi staring at him, starting to walk closer. Shoot.

He started backing up, his eyes trained on the captain, slowly inching away from his explosive temper.

"Nishinoya Yuu." Oh no. He was in trouble. Dad looked perfectly calm, striding towards him. The full name card. He winced.

"Give me your phone." Everyone had gone quiet, nobody envying the position Noya was in. Tanaka winced.

"Good luck bro." He whispered before sliding away like the shitty boi he is. 

"I-I-" 

"Give me you phone." Daichi was smiling now. It was kinda creepy. He grabbed his phone from floor on the side of the gym and cautiously handed it over. He watched as his upperclassman opened the camera icon. He turned it towards where Suga and Y/n were standing, both oblivious to their surroundings, and snapped a few quick photos.

"Huh, those are actually adorable." He smiled, handing the phone back to Nishinoya. "Send them to me, m'kay?" he walked off, leaving the entire gym speechless. He stopped, surveying the scene he'd created and rolled his eyes.

"I took a photo for him. It'd last longer." He walked back over and took Nishinoya's spot across the net from Asahi.

"C'mon guys, show's over." Practice started again, and he went over to take Daichi's place. He was glad Y/n hadn't seen anything; if she had, Karasuno would be down a libero. 

But he couldn't keep his mind off her. He received everything that came his way without a second thought, something, someone else occupying every last braincell he had, which admittedly wasn't too many. He still had enough to know that something was different.

He was secretly glad Daichi had taken photos for him, and now he had an excuse. Asahi, she was adorable like that. He risked another quick peek at her, then quickly turned back when Daichi caught his eye, the papa crow's eyebrow raised. He had to focus now. Volleyball.

As soon as he thought that word, he smiled. It was involuntary, but he still meant it. Volleyball. Volleyball, volleyball volleyball. One came his way.

"ROLLINGGG, THUNDEERRRRRR!!!!!" He stuck his forearm out and rolled, receiving it across the courts, bumping it high above Kageyama who looked surprised, but still set it to Hinata who did his freak quick.

"Wow..." He heard someone breath from the court. He refused to turn around. He knew that voice.

"Noya! Hinata! Kageyama! That was amazing!" She laughed, as the two first years looked over grinning. Finally he relented, figuring Daichi couldn't blame him if she called him first, and he turn to look at her, still smiling. He opened his mouth, about to tell her that it was just a rolling receive, when he noticed what she was wearing.

Of course. She was a girl. She went to Karasuno high. So of course she'd wear the Karasuno High uniform for female students. Duh. But it still took his breath away, her h/l h/c locks against the navy blue blazer she'd opted to wear, the red bow shining at the base of her neck and the crisp white shirt. God, he wanted to see her without the blazer, just that shirt, and the skirt. The skirt itself showed off most of her legs. He tried his best to tear his gaze away once again.

"Oh, u-um, it's j-just a rolling r-receive." He cursed himself for stuttering, and was about ready to hit himself after Tanaka started laughing.

"Did I mention how much Nishinoya loves the girls' uniform?" Sugawara said to her, and everyone laughed. Including Y/n, a light blush staining her cheeks. It was the cutest thing ever. Suddenly, her phone let out a soft ping! and she looked down at it, Suga looking over her shoulder.

A hand flew to her mouth, and everyone stopped.