Cupid's Queue // Nishinoya x OC

Teach Me More, Ayumu! | 002

It was late afternoon. A week since Ayumu started tutoring Noya. Despite their clashing personalities, they oddly get along or so what the others observed. Many people have seen them during lunch and walking together after school. Many people assumed that they had a quite friendly relationship that no one expected forming.

"Oi, Noya-san. Where are you going?" Tanaka asked. His eyebrows lifted as he watched his friend grab his notebook and ran towards the door. The libero who was grumbling about lunch and volleyball during this time was no eagerly searching for someone. He heard Noya randomly muttered words that sounded like curses, formulas, theories, and a familiar name.

"Studying!" Noya exclaimed, beating his chest, the finals were in a week. He never put this much effort into studying before, but for volleyball and his team, he would to anything. It was a bonus is he ever succeeded in this task, he'll be able to rub it off his tutor's irritating face.

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The person that was often called Mr. Popular was reading in the library, the only place he could enjoy silence. He found himself relaxing while reading his favorite manga. He heard some angry footsteps toward his direction, followed by a thud and some grumblings. He chose to ignore the person that sat in front of him, already knowing who it was.

Noya cleared his throat, trying to get the light-grey haired male's attention. He waited a few seconds, but he didn't get a single glance. He watched as the other turn the book's page ever so slowly. the annoyingly handsome face hid behind a manga. 

'Manga?' Noya questioned, surprised. He expected the other to be studying or reading something classical or 'boring'. But manga? He looked at the cover carefully. At first, he was confused. The book cover showed four boys. 'What's the title? Given? A band?'

Behind the manga, hazel eyes twinkled in amusement. The corner of his lips curved upwards. He only felt the stare of his student. His eyes peaked at the top of the pages, watching the confused look of the other.

'What kind of- wait, why am I even- agh,' a slap echoed across the silent halls of the library. A snort and muffled laughter soon followed. 'What?' Noya finally noticed his tutor's watchful eyes, "You bastard-" he started, but abruptly stopping. Noya nervously glanced around the room. Deeming it safe, he gave his tutor the best glare he could ever muster.

Ayumu smiled at him, putting his currently favorite source of entertainment away. His first favorite glare was absolutely the best. It was adorable. "Noya-san, what can I help you with?" he whispered with a smirk that send chills down anyone's spine. A girl passing by gasped at the sight as she stole a glance.

Noya scoffed at his tutor as he felt his ears get warmer. He rubbed them with a frown. "C'mon! You have to teach me more! I need to play with the team," he hissed.

The taller male understood well what the other wanted; however, as if to tease the other boy, he placed a finger on top of his perfectly curved lips. Watching the other, he pointed towards the window.

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"So, you need more sessions?" Ayumu asked in a bored tone.

Noya nodded enthusiastically.

"And what's in it for me? You know I have other things to do," It may have sounded like an excuse, but it was true. It was to keep up with his reputation and streaks of success, but he wouldn't mind giving the other more of his time. He just wanted Noya to bargain.

Noya frowned in thought, 'well yeah, but... I need it.' His face changed as he jumped up and down with a grin on his face, "I'll but you some popsicles every session."

The other paused for a second before letting out a beautiful laugh, Ayumu quickly muffled it with his delicate hands. Clearing his throat, he agreed to what the libero wanted, but he decided to change the condition, spicing it up a little. "No, I'll teach you more, but you owe me five favors."

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Tanaka came into his class with a yawn. Like any other day, he went and sat on his seat. He glanced at his side to check on one of his friends, but another weird looking short guy was there, sitting on the chair and surrounded by a dark aura.

"Hey, you're sitting on the wrong seat. Someone's already sitting there. Are you new?" Tanaka didn't want to seem rude to a new student that felt and looked oddly familiar. He rubbed his eyes after letting out another tired yawn. He stayed up studying last night.

"....Ryu, you idiot," The moment Tanaka heard the voice, he let out a gasp, sleepiness leaving his body.

"Eh?! Noya-san, what's up with your hair?"

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Noya grumbled. He's doing that a lot. Looking around his surroundings, he let out a scream. He didn't care about the students around him. His chest felt a little lighter now.

"Wow, you did it! You look shorter, Noya-sa...san." The annoying bastard was finally here.

The shortest member of the Karasuno volleyball team turned around to face the other. His usual spiky hair was now softly resting on his head, bangs gently framing his fact. He endured a lot that day, all because of this bastard's request.

"Oi, let's hurry up," he tried to be intimidating, but it failed badly. It even had the opposite effect. He looked cute!

'Fuck,' Ayumu was internally dying. It look every ounce of his self-control to behave normally. He wanted to pinch the other's cheeks or squeeze him in a tight hug. He hid his blushing face behind one hand.

"Your dangerous." Ayumu mumbled. He noticed some girls were curiously looking at their direction. Some were taking a peek at Noya. Within a flash, he placed his hands on the libero's shoulders, spinning the other around and pushing him towards the direction of his home.

"Let's go."

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Things were going great. Noya was getting the stupid gas laws his teacher kept on talking about this month. If you ignore the burning stare of his tutor, he could say that it was not a bad session.

"Hey! Stop that!" Finally fed up, he decided to face his tutor head-on. "What do you want, huh?"

"Let me play with your hair." A voice filled with curiosity answered.

"What?" Noya asked, unsure if he heard the annoying bastard right.

"It'll be my second request."

The dark-haired boy thought about it. It wasn't as embarrassing as what he would have come up with if head to order anyone else around. What confused him was the other's strange obsession with his hair, "Why do you keep on- tch. Do you have a hair fetish or something?"

"No, I'm just bored." Ayumu denied. He doesn't really. It was just the cute crow's hair and no one else.

"Fine," With that, Noya watched the bastard stand and walk towards him. He gulped, feeling the other's warmth on his back as Ayumu sat behind him. His back stiffened as gentle hands comb his hair, touching the strands softly in fascination as if he were afraid of them crumbling.

"Don't mind me, just keep on studying, Noya-san," Ayumu's voice was huskier than usual, which broke the awkward silence that surrounded the two.

'How can I keep studying if you keep doing that?!' Noya internally shouted, keeping it in as it was a part of their deal. Contrary, he felt himself relax as seconds passed by, getting used to the bizarre sensation. He felt sleepy.

'Huh?!' The sudden feeling of sleepiness was gone when he felt a cold air blow on his neck. He quickly looked back, ready to punch his tutor, but he didn't see anyone directly behind him. Ayumu was already leaning on the wall, reading a book.

"A ghost?" Noya mumbled to himself as he goes back to his work, not noticing the other's amused smile.

CH. 2 | END