N.Y.I.Y.T.R. | Ryujin Nippon One Shots

Help Me, Help You | N.Y. (pt. 1)

"Who?"

You watch as Kaede's jaw fell open, seemingly in the state of denial after realizing you had no idea who she was talking about. "Nishida Yuji? Volleyball guy? Tall? Buff? C'mon (y/n), y'know who I'm talking about!" she grumbled, sounding a lot more exasperated than she should be.

"No, actually. I don't," you deadpanned.

Your short-haired friend rolled her eyes and slumped back onto her chair, arms folded as she pouted at you. You laugh and shrugged innocently, eyes darting to the big digital clock placed in the middle of the lecture hall. Tanaka-sensei was running late. Again.

You had just came from a long, grueling pop-quiz when Kaede rushed to you that morning, bursting with energy as she recalled the events that took place at the All-Japan Intercollegiate Volleyball Championship the day before.

"You don't understand! He was so fucking cool," she raved, referring to the 'Volleyball guy' who apparently stole the crowd that day. Seems like he carried the game and scored more than half of the points to bring his team to victory. "And he's a lefty! Do you know what that means? Ugh, he was so, fucking, cool."

You sighed, "Dude, I'm a lefty and you never once called me 'so. fucking. cool.'" you complained, earning yourself an apologetic grin from Kaede. She leaned closer to you and linked your arms together.

"Listen up boo, I think you're cool regardless. But being a lefty, and playing volleyball is like, a whole different story," she gushed, unbeknownst to the judging gazes that were being thrown to the two of you. Kaede was always way too loud and rowdy for her own good.

From what you gathered after her very passionate monologue, it seems Nishida Yuji was recruited by Nakagaichi Yuichi, the official head coach for the Japan Men's Volleyball Team. Minus his very flamboyant performance at the tournament, you figured he was also incredibly talented. You respect the hustle.

To be fair, as a Physiotherapy student, you weren't too keen on watching matches in the first place, especially when you had a mountain of consecutive deadlines looming over you.

You didn't tell Kaede, but the truth was that you've heard the name 'Nishida Yuji' float around before. In fact, you may or may not have seen him once or twice at a shared PT lecture. Nevertheless, you figured it would be better not to disclose that information to Kaede incase she suddenly decides to squeal out loud.

After a few more minutes of listening to your very enthusiastic friend's thirst rant, your 60-something professor plods into the hall, two books in one hand and a coffee mug on the other.

The lecture was nothing too out of the usual, until Tanaka-sensei dropped the bomb about a graded practical assignment that everyone had to carry out individually. Sighs and murmurs erupted in the hall as students grumbled about the next reason for their lack of sleep. In a nutshell, everyone needed to conduct a PT session on real-life athletes of different sports. Thankfully, each student was assigned a particular sport and the university was kind enough to arrange meetings with local sports clubs and leagues beforehand.

You look around you and chuckled at the death-stricken expression on everyones face. Truthfully, you would take this over a 4000-word report any day.

After the lecture, everyone was instructed to get the assignment from Tanaka-sensei before leaving and you did exactly that. However, when he motioned for you to wait on the side as he handed over everyone else's schedules, you were suddenly anxious.

"Uhhh," you started as you watched the last student exit the hall. Tanaka-sensei peered at you through his glasses and handed you a piece of paper from his pile.