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•| "Ya wanna take tips from me? Why didn'tcha say so sooner? |•
"It's going to be okay, Yuu," he told himself. "Just act normal or something!"
It was early morning and he was on his way for morning practice. Usually, he'd be speeding towards the gym, not wasting even a single second for him to improve. However, the prospect of seeing Iwata June so early in the day made him nervous.
Those cherry-red eyes... they were dangerous.
"Why'd ya just standin' there, kiddo?"
"I'm not a kid!" He blurted his response in an instant but that dialect seemed oddly familiar and hell, that voice was familiar. Lo and behold, the moment Noya turned around, he was met with Iwata's amused expression. The latter had bend down so that they were face-to-face.
The distance... caused Noya's face to aflame in embarrassment. "I... I... Wa... Wata-senpai!" The followings words that came out turned gibberish. His tongue refused to cooperate, dammit. Gosh, why was he making a fool of himself right in front of his crush?!
This was utterly humiliating. He could just find a hole and hide there forever where his crush wouldn't be able to find him.
Iwata just stood there, eyes twinkling as if amused. Lips curled ever so slightly as he waited for him to speak clearly. This is so embarrassing! All Noya really wanted to do at the moment was die and get buried somewhere no one would be able to find him.
"Yah, Noya, ya don't hafta be so nervous 'round me. I ain't that intimidatin', 'ight?" Even though Iwata tried to console him, that wasn't even the reason why he was nervous. How in the world could Noya find him intimidating when he finds him so cute?!
"P... Pweashehaishsh... I m-mean, please t-twjajdhsj teach m... me more a-about how to be a... a l-librero... I mean libero, senpai!" AHHHHHHHHHHH, RYU, WHERE ARE YOU?! I NEED HELP, BRO. BRO, DON'T ABANDON ME.
A silence ensued between them and Noya couldn't help but gulp as he waited for Iwata's reply. Those cherry-red eyes looked straight at him, so intense that Noya didn't even blink. A second later, his crush laughed and straightened his back and causing Noya's face to turn even redder.
Yeah... he just humiliated himself like that. That humiliation would last him two lifetimes.
"'Ya wanna take tips from me? Why didn'tcha say so sooner?"
... eh?
"I'd be happy tah help 'ya, Noya."
Oh shit, he said my name.
For the rest of morning practice, his mind was elsewhere (prancing around on cloud nine, actually) as he moved on instincts. Everyone probably wondered what was up with him but Noya couldn't help himself.
He said my name!
(Well, technically, it was his surname but he refused to admit that.)
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He looks good in a ponytail.
Noya never really had a type that he liked in a person before. In fact, his crushes usually happened just because he found them pretty. Sure, he found Iwata June beautiful ("HOW CAN HE BE SO PRETTY?!") and that smile of his took Noya's breath away but he never had a specific feature he looked for in his partner.
That all changed in today's afternoon practice.
Asahi looked good with his hair tied up like that, Noya had to admit. However, what kind of blessing did he receive from a deity to see such a sight that day? Hell, was the Death God trying to get him this early?! Because the moment he entered the gym, clad in his training gear, he almost died.
"Over 'ere, Noya! Took yah a while tah get 'ere. Did yer teach held ya guys back or somethin'?" Oh shit. There was Iwata June, waving at him to go over where he was. His shoulder-length ash-gray hair (a shade lighter than Suga-san's) was tied in a low ponytail. Baby hair clung on his forehead in stubbornness, a few loose strands of his hair brushing his cheeks.
Drops of sweat rolled down from his forehead to his chin and shit he looks so good. Noya couldn't hold himself back and comically grabbed his shirt and clenched the fabric tightly. Calm down, heart. I SAID CALM THE FUCK DOWN- Yet his heart refused to do what he says.
Fortunately for him, a loud smack to the back of his head brought him back to reality. "Noya-san, you're pretty late!" Even though his head throbbed, he gave Ryu a forced smile. "Our teacher nagged at us for a while."
"Yo, Noya! I ain't got all day. I hafta get back home early."
Standing up straight like a startled soldier (and startling Ryu in the process as well), he saluted at Iwata June's direction. "Yes sir, senpai sir!"
Noya thanked the heavens that he didn't stammer horribly this time.
