People come and go.
There are times when the world seems to have lost all its colors and the melody of life has turned into agonizing silence.
There are times when your knees feel weak every morning while getting out of bed, and the repetative tune...
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Once the two of you collected all your belongings, or in better words; once Noya stuffed everything back in his pockets, you left the coffee shop.
The sky was pretty and blue. Taunting you to not go home yet, but stay and enjoy the pleasant weather. Neither of you wanted to part ways yet, so you concluded that a walk would be nice.
Underneath the sun's watchful gaze your feet led you to a nearby park. There was this gravel path surrounded by trees and peaceful silence. You really liked it there. Tall branches created a beautiful green ceiling above and bent in the breeze as birds flew over from one branch to another. The sunlight fell down to the pathway and morphed on the ground as the trees moved.
The two of you were chatting as you walked, your hands brushing over each other every now and then. You talked about school, home, about all the small things. Yet, there was something in the air. But you couldn't point it out just yet.
And when the topics for small talk ran out, the air became quiet for a while.
Tension radiated from the libero as he placed one foot in front of the other. You were perhaps too scared to ask what the matter was. You felt like he just needed time to figure some things out. He was obviously mulling something over the entire time, ever since you joined him in the coffee shop. You have never seen him so deep in thought, it was scary.
Suddenly, when you least expected it, his hand reached out for your wrist. His palm was sweaty and stuck to your skin immediately.
You stopped in your tracks and turned around, only to be met with a worried expression and face covered in red stains. Nishinoya's ears were practically burning off.
"Y/n wait... Uhm, can we stop for a while?"
You blinked. "Uh, yeah, sure... Are you okay? You seem nervous."
"I am nervous like hell..." His head dropped down in defeat as he slowly let go of your wrist. "But I need to tell you something. I don't think it can wait any longer..."
Ooh, I can't go any further than this
"Come on, lets sit down." You tried to force as much confidence as possible into your voice. Only to hide your own nerves. You didn't really know what to expect, this interaction was too sudden. But you still took his hand in yours, not really concerning yourself with whether it was sweaty or not. You led him to the nearest bench and sat him down. It was a relief for you mainly though, your legs began to tremble as he confessed that he has something to get off his chest.
Ooh, I want you so badly, it's my biggest wish
"Y/n, listen- I don't want this to change anything. You... God, you are so important to me, I can't imagine losing you over this... But the thing is... I like you. I really, reaaally like you... More-than-a-friend like you... Hell, I suck balls at confessing..."
