・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．
Sirius is the brightest star in the universe. Y/n is the loneliest boy in the universe.
And Nishinoya just wants to have fun.
・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．
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y/n lay in bed, the room bathed in the soft light of the stars attached to his ceiling.
he hugged his pillow close, sinking into its warmth as he let his thoughts drift to noya. a small smile played on his lips, and he felt his cheeks flush.
geez, he felt like he was in middle school acting this way. hugging his pillow and getting giddy at just the thought of this boy. but he couldn't help it!
he couldn't help it when he thought about their study session in the library. the way nishinoya's brows furrowed in concentration, the way his eyes lit up when he finally understood something.
couldn't help but think about the time they went to go look up at the stars. they had stayed for for at least two hours trying to point out constellations to each other. the way noya listened so closely when he was talking about his dad.
his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on the pillowcase, just needing to be doing something. everything about this was confusing, exciting, and a little terrifying all at once. he never felt this way before, so he was getting a little conflicted in what his emotions were.
he replayed the little moments they shared. the laughter, the awkward silences, the fleeting touches that seemed to linger longer than they should.
fleeting touches that he adored.
it always felt like a jolt of electricity through his nerves whenever their hands would graze each other's. it always felt like his heart would beat right out of his chest whenever noya laughed.
he groaned and buried his face in the pillow, feeling embarrassed by his own thoughts. "what's wrong with me?" he muttered to himself, cheeks burning hot. "he's just my friend,"
y/n lifted his head again, a frown crossing over his flushed face. he squeezed the pillow tighter, trying to sort through the mess of emotions inside him.
what he was feeling wasn't just admiration or friendship anymore. it had to be something deeper. y/n didn't know much about friendships, but he knew what he felt toward noya couldn't be that.
and it scared him.
"what if he doesn't feel the same way?" y/n thought, biting his nail nervously. "what if i ruin everything if i say how i feel?"
he tossed the pillow aside and ran his hands through his hair. "i don't even know if i'm ready for this!" he admitted to himself.
his heart felt like it was racing a mile a minute, and he couldn't seem to calm down. he got up from his bed and paced around his room, shaking his head.
"it can't be... i can't feel that way."
but the more he thought about it, the more undeniable it became.
all of the signs were there.
he stopped and gripped his hair.
"i... like noya."
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noya was sprawled on his bed like a starfish, staring at the ceiling of his room.
the glow of his bedside lamp cast soft shadows that flickered with every small movement he made. he sighed deeply, his mind consumed with thoughts of a certain h/c boy.
every time they were together, noya felt a warmth in his chest. every time they were together, he didn't want the moment to end. but beneath that warmth, there was a gnawing sense of guilt that he felt and had been feeling since the very beginning.
what am i doing? all of this because of a bet?
the bet. he hated that stupid bet. his stomach churned at the thought of it.
he had agreed to tanaka's second challenge, forcing himself to think of it as harmless. but it wasn't harmless. it was even worse than getting paid to be y/n's friend, which happened! but he was still doing it, he still agreed to it.
as he spent more time with y/n, noya began to see someone he didn't quite recognize at first, but cared for. he saw the vulnerability, the strength, and the genuine kindness that y/n tried so hard to hide because he was scared.
because he didn't trust people.
but he had trusted noya.
"i'm an idiot." he groaned, covering his face with his hands. "how could i let it get this far? and i said i wouldn't..."
he thought about the way he started noticing y/n's eyes lingering on him just a bit longer, the subtle blushes, the shy smiles. he was noticing that y/n was falling right into his trap, that his plan was working.
y/n trusted him and began to open up in ways noya never expected. talking about his dad and bringing up the struggles he's had with food a couple of times. and here noya was, lying to him, playing with his feelings for money.
he rolled onto his side, staring at the small photo on his nightstand. if was a picture of the volleyball team, almost everyone smiling and laughing. noya focused on his own grinning face, and the weight of his guilt pressed down on him even more.
he needed to come clean.
he needed to tell y/n the truth, no matter the consequences. y/n deserved to know.
he took out his phone, contemplating calling y/n right then and there, but decided against it.
this conversation needed to happen face-to-face. with a heavy heart, he lay back down, staring at the ceiling once more.
