Haikyuu x Reader One Shots

18-Yū Nishinoya

~Story 18~
~Title: Bloody Fists~
~Character: Yū Nishinoya~
~Trope/AU: Injured~
~Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Mild (accidental) self-harm, Blood~
~Word Count: 1327~

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Nishinoya stormed out of the gym before his teammates. He slammed his fists on the wall and muttered curses under his breath.

"Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! FUCKING HELL NOYA!" he screamed, slamming his fist's repeatedly against the wall with every curse. "You dumb son of a goddamn bitch! It's your fault..." he hissed to himself, the last of his words barely making it out from his wails and sobs. His tenseness suddenly faded as his fists left the brick wall as he placed his palms on the wall and leaned his forehead on the bricks, supporting his weight as he cried. He wanted to let it all out before anyone on his team found him. He wanted to make them all happy, but there would be no way he could if they knew he was crying. Suga would baby the hell outta him. He felt his fingers tremble on the wall, followed by his legs trembling and finally, his body collapsed as he knelt on the ground with tears rolling down his cheeks. It wasn't his fault, and he very well knew that, but he couldn't help but blame himself anyway. You walked outside and heard the sobs beside you. You turned and there you saw the boy, his bright orange uniform catching your eye. You didn't speak, only knelt beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you, revealing his tear-stained face and glossy eyes as more tears continued to roll down his face. He didn't want you to ask what was wrong. He didn't want to have to explain it. You could read that from his eyes. Luckily though, you knew exactly what it was.

"It wasn't your fault. There was no way you could have saved that final ball,"

"I cost us the game y/n. You saw that,"

"It's good enough you guys even made it this far Noya, I'm proud of you,"

"I screwed the game for my senpais. That was their last game ever now,"

"They're proud of you. They couldn't care less whether you guys all win or lose. With your help, they made it further than they ever have before, and that they could ever hope to have come," you had watched Karasuno's game. When you started your first year at Karasuno, you met Nishinoya and Tanaka, who became your best friends. You had become pretty close to the volleyball team, so you invited yourself to see all their games in Tokyo. You knew that that loss would mean the end of volleyball for the school year for Karasuno, but you were proud of them. You saw Nishinoya bolt out of the gym before anyone else noticed. You told them you'd go check on him and everyone let you do so, knowing bombarding him wouldn't help, nor will the team being there help his pride. They didn't want to embarrass him. "Noya, you are amazing. You're an amazing player, but even the best make mistakes. It makes you even better. I'm proud of you. The boys are proud of you. The audience is proud of you. You should be proud too," Nishinoya found a smile within him then and it made its way to his face where it planted itself for you too see, and it was contagious as you found yourself smiling back at him. He began to laugh a little, as more tears began to fall down his face, only this time it was back to the long streams.

"I still don't know how you manage to be the main source of motivation for our team," he laughed out.

"Mmm, I'm not sure, Kiyoko and Suga seem to do pretty well at that," you replied smiling once more, knowing that Nishinoya was now feeling much better mentally.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this," he muttered below his breath. His facial expression dropped once again. He used his arm to wipe the tears from his nose. You placed both of your hand atop of his in an attempt to steady his emotions once more. You could feel his hands shaking. You squeezed his hands gently as a sign of comfort and grazed your thumbs against the skin of his hands, feeling all the indentations and curves and minor imperfections. Imperfections that you loved. His hands were soft to the touch, as per usual, but now they were warm with a hint of sweat. You cared not though. As your thumbs gently explored his hands, you noticed a strange liquid on his hands, one far too thick to be sweat. As you looked down at his hands, you notice the bright red of blood on his knuckles leaking down his fingertips while staining his pale hands. You too noticed your hand was covered in blood, but you didn't care right now.

"Noya... what did you do?" you asked, your sudden fear evident in your voice as thousands of scenarios raced through your mind. As though he could read your thoughts, he was quick to intervene.

"Nono y/n, nothing like that, I just got angry and slammed my fists on the bricks. Nothing purposely," he said guiltily. He saw you breathe a sigh of relief. You sighed and shook your head, taking his hands up closer to your face to inspect the wounds.

"You need to be more careful," you whispered softly. Luckily for you, hanging around a bunch of teenage boys playing sport made you learn pretty fast that bringing a first aid kit was not a bad idea. You pulled your drink bottle out of your bag. Thankfully, you had just recently filled it up. You poured the water over his hands, making him flinch. It stung a little, but he knew you knew what you were doing and let you do it. You washed most of the blood off, but you knew it would still bleed as it was still open. You pulled out bandages and gently wrapped his hands up in them. He watched you intently as you did so, watching each and every one of your angelic movements. Once wrapped, you took his hands in yours and smiled at him once more. You couldn't help but look into his chestnut eyes, and although you knew it was from crying, the glossiness in his eyes made them shimmer in them. You noticed movement in his face and saw that he was smiling.

And much closer to you than you remembered.

"Thank you, y/n, for being there for me. It means a lot to me. I- you mean a lot to me," he whispered. You noticed him coming closer to you before wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. You hugged him back, fearing that letting go would make you both cry again. You were on the verge of it now anyway. He leaned out, but still held you, so he could look into your eyes. You saw the want in his eyes and his lips tremble as they tried to find the courage to either speak or kiss you. You decided to do him a favour and help him out, as you placed a soft, quick, gentle kiss against his lips.

"You mean a lot to me too, more than you could ever know," you replied to him, making him smirk. A burst of confidence surged through his body again and he kissed you once himself, just this time for slightly longer. You felt his soft lips brushing against yours and you felt them curl up into a smile as he realised that this was real and he realised truly how lucky he was to have you in his life. Once you both broke away, you stood up and helped him up. "Ready to go back in and talk with the team?" you asked, receiving a nod. You both began walking back towards the large glass doors of the gym, but with his hand tightly in yours.

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Author Notes

I am so sorry that I go for a week, finally come back and throw angst at you all... It wasn't planned, it was just the next one up and I have to keep them in order-

I really have no excuses as to why this is so angsty. I wanted variety and the Daichi one just wasn't doing it for me. I feel so bad for making our baby Noya so sad though. ;-;

I tried to make this one more descriptive and less dialogue-based, and honestly, I quite like it. This is one of my favourites by far. It was fun to write and I knocked it out fast.

(Writing-wise, I'm mid writing story number 22 out of 24 and I'm kind of sad, but I plan on writing a longer story next, maybe, depending on if I can actually commit to something- But you didn't hear that from me k? Shh)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and see you all soon xx