Haikyuu Imagines

With Yuu Part 1 (Nishinoya)

Your heart hammered against your ribcage, and no matter how many deep breaths you took, nothing could calm you down.  

"Y/N, you're really freaking me out," your friend Yamaguchi noted.  He was the type to feed off your energy and be nervous with you.  If you left him hanging any longer, he might faint in the middle of the hallway.

Maybe being somewhere more private would help.  Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you pulled him into one of the crusty stairwells that students never used.  Hopefully, the cobwebs and dust bunnies would give you the courage to speak your mind.

"So... our senior prom is coming up.  And everyone's finding people and confessing," you started.  "I thought maybe I should start finding someone, too."

At this, Yamaguchi's freckles looked ready to dance off his face.  "Y-Y/N, I'm really sorry, but I can't g-go with you.  I'm going with Tsukishima."  The terror in his voice almost made you laugh.

"Yams, chill out.  I'm not asking you.  I know you're going with your boyfriend," you smirked.  "I just needed to tell someone how I feel."

You'd turned to diaries, song lyrics, voice memos, and bullet journals to try and document your thoughts.  But there was a painful pressure building inside you, nudging at your heart.  If you didn't tell someone about your crush, you'd explode.

Yamaguchi patted you on the shoulder.  "You know you can tell me anything.  Go for it!"

Deep breath.

"I like Yuu."

Now that you'd said it, your body visibly relaxed.  Finally, you'd admitted to crushing on your bestie and acknowledging the feelings you often pushed away.  

"Y/N!  I thought you said you didn't like me!"  You could see the trainwreck happening in the green-haired boy's mind.  

Realizing your mistake, you quickly corrected yourself.  "Silly, not you.  I meant Yuu as in Nishinoya Yuu."

"Ohhhh, well then why are you telling me?  If you like him, shouldn't you tell him instead?" Yamaguchi noted.  "You know how timid I am, but I still told Tsukki.  From the way you two act around each other, I thought one of you would have confessed by now."

He was right.  The light touches in class, the way he played with your hair, his voice in the shell of your ear when he whispered stupid comments–you thought he'd eventually confess.  The days turned to months, and you realized you weren't getting your fairytale ending with Nishinoya you'd always dreamed of.

That familiar feeling clawed at your throat.  The feeling of rejection.  

"He doesn't like me," you decided aloud.  "To him, I'm the little sister he never had.  We look out for each other, but he never gets closer than that."  

Your mouth felt dry, and if you didn't change the topic, your voice would start quivering, and your tears would betray you.  When you got back to class, there'd be no hiding your puffy, red eyes. 

"I have my whole life ahead of me," you trailed off.  "I shouldn't spend it waiting on one boy."

After school, you met up with Noya and went to his house.  The usual routine.  Like always, his mom welcomed you in, calling you an "adorable sweetheart."  And then you followed him upstairs to his room where you'd work on homework, get distracted, watch the latest anime, and talk about the universe. 

Noya collapsed on his bed and covered his hands with his face.  "Y/N, you should have seen the way Daichi asked Suga to prom.  It gave me goosebumps!"

"Whoa, really?"  You tried to sound enthusiastic, but your heart wasn't in it.  For once, you didn't want to be at Noya's.  You'd much rather be at home curled in a ball crying.  Or in the shower where the water disguised the tears that fell from your face.  

"Yeah!  He brought flowers and everything.  Didn't know captain was a simp," Noya laughed.  As he rolled from one side of the bed to the other, the hem of his shirt slightly lifted and you caught a glimpse of his abs.  But it wasn't his abs you were staring at, now.

"Yuu!  You got hurt again."  He laughed at your serious pout, but you quickly reached for the family first aid kit.  At this point, you were his full-time first aid kit–always putting a bandage on him, yet you couldn't treat yourself.

Noya slid off his shirt and moved closer so you could clean up the scrapes he'd earned during afternoon volleyball practice.  You'd seen his bruised abdomen, toned chest, and bulked up thighs loads of times.  But today, you shoved the ointment and bandages into his hands.  

"You're not going to do it?" his smile fell.  "You okay, Y/N?"  

He pushed the medical equipment aside and crawled over to your side of the bed.  Before you knew it, his warm breath tickled the side of your face, and his strong arms began to wrap themselves around you.  

Do I fight it?  Or do I sink into his embrace?  You battled your thoughts and let him hug you for a second before pushing him away.

"Promise you'll take better care of yourself.  It's not nice seeing you get hurt," you said.  Cursing yourself for your weak heart, you applied the ointment and bandages over his wound.

Noya brought his hand down to your wrist as you cleaned up the excess ointment on his side.  His intense, coffee-colored eyes seared into your skin and lit your cheeks up in a feverish blush.  You hated the hold he had on you.  How were you supposed to tear yourself away when someone cared for you so much?

"Are you going to prom?" he asked slowly.  "Didn't people ask you out?"

"They did," you admitted.  "But I don't want to go if it's not with–"

Yuu.

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A/N: It has been a HOT minute! I hope everyone's doing well~ I'm back with another imagine and have been working hard on other projects (coming soon :D ). One of my New Year's resolutions is to write more, so look out for weekly imagines! 

Question of the imagine: How would you like to be asked to prom/school dance?