No Longer A Student {Nishinoya Yū x Reader}

Chapter 4

2nd Person POV

"Nishi?"

"N/n." He breathed as he stood up. "I didn't expect to see you here, you look so different."

"Back at ya." Maybe not different, just older. He didn't have his hair spiked up and he was more muscular than he was before. His face had also lost the rest of its baby fat. "What floor?"

"Eight." He told you as you fiddled with the bottom of your shirt.

Pressing the button, you kept your head down, not wanting to meet his eyes. The silence lingered until he started a conversation, clearly getting antsy.

"Why are you here?" He asked you

"I live here."

"Really? That's pretty cool." You didn't answer "I'm moving in here."

"Nice."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Nope."

"Then why won't you look at me?" You shrugged your shoulders as he tipped his head down to look at your face, you turned away. "Alright, I won't push."

You got to the floor and the door opened, you both stepped out.

"You're on this floor too?" He asked as you both walked through the hallway.

"Yep."

The two of you walked and it seemed as if you were following one another. Until you stopped in front of your apartment and noticed he was no longer beside you. You sighed and took out your keys.

"Looks like we're neighbours." Nishinoya's voice came from your right.

Looking up you saw him standing at the apartment that used to belong to Mary and Timber, the ones who moved out the night before. It was crazy how fast he found it.

"Oh. You're living alone?"

"Yep!"

You sighed as both of you walked into your separate apartments. Mikkusu was out at work while Yachi and Jiyu were doing something with Tsukishima, probably forced.

The chicken wings and friend you had yesterday were in the microwave being heated as you stood there and started.

'Maybe I should invite him over. I doubt he has anything, I didn't see him bring anything other than those two suitcases and the giant backpack. There's no way he had anything cookable in there.' You thought as you started at your food.

Watching the plate spin slowly behind the door you tapped your fingers on the counter, impatient and stressed. The sound of the microwave felt like some sort of bomb. It had a clock and a strange noise, once the time stopped it would beep.

The tapping of your fingers grew faster and faster as time went on until...

- BEEP BEEP BEEP -

Marching over to the door you slipped on your slippers and walked out into the hall. You sucked in a breath when you saw him, or more accurately, almost crashed into him.

"N-Y/n" He corrected himself

"Hi."

"What are you doing?" He asked you, taking a step back.

"I was.... going to go see if you wanted to come and....eat dinner with me."

"Oh." He paused. "Really?" You nodded. "I was going to do the same. I was about to order a pizza and felt like maybe you wanted some free food so....why not right?" You nodded again.