Game of the Insane (Yandere Haikyuu!! x F!Reader Oneshots)

ARSON (Nishinoya Yuu)

Commission!

Title: Arson

Pairings: Nishinoya Yuu x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, firefighter Noya

"Ring around the rosy..."

You and Nishinoya idly watched children play on the nearby playground while eating the ice creams you'd gotten a few minutes prior. You shuddered at the sound of the childhood game the girls nearest to you were playing.

"What's wrong?" Nishinoya asked, his brow furrowed as he noticed your reaction.

"That game. You know what it was based on, right? What the lyrics really mean?"

"A pocket full of posy..."

"Doesn't everyone?"

You shook your head, "I didn't know when I was a kid."

"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" the little girls fell to the ground giggling.

A chill ran down your spine. You shook your head, chasing away the feelings that fogged your mind. Why be so creeped out when it was just children playing?

You were a bit of a superstitious person. You didn't walk under ladders or step on cracks in the sidewalk. Little things like that.

Nishinoya was nothing like that: he was reckless and risk-taking. He ran under ladders and stepped on every crack in the sidewalk. The two of you were opposites, and it was hard to understand why they'd become friends in the first place.

Nishinoya looked at the giggling children, "Do you want kids one day?"

"What kind of question is that?" you laughed awkwardly. It was painfully obvious that he had a crush on you, but you tried to dodge questions like that to keep your friendship intact.

It didn't work this time.

"Listen, (Y/n)," Nishinoya said, uncharacteristically shy, "I've been wanting to say this to you for a long time."

You cringed, but he continued.

"I really like you. You're so adorable and funny and kind... I'm in love with you!"

He looked at you with this excited gleam in his eyes. You avoided his gaze, hoping that would be enough to get him to drop it, but he said, "You don't need to be shy, I know you feel the same way."

"But I don't," you replied a little more harshly than you meant to, "Sorry, Noya, I just... I don't feel the same way."

Your friend's smile froze and he remained silent for a full minute before replying, "Oh... okay."

The two of you stared down at your melting ice creams. "I think I'll get going to work," Nishinoya said softly.

You knew he didn't have to go in today, but you allowed him the excuse.

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That night your dreams were plagued with faceless children in a circle around you, chanting, "Ashes, ashes," Their faces began to melt like wax, dripping onto the black void below. Their clothes caught fire, though they didn't seem concerned about this, just running faster around you.

"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"

Except they didn't fall down, their voices just grew louder and higher until they sounded like a loud, voiceless alarm.

No, you realized, jolting awake, that's not children. That's my fire alarm!

Your apartment was filled with smoke and heat. You got up quickly, struggling to disentangle yourself from your blankets. You flung open your room door and immediately found the fire.

Tall flames blocked the only two exits: the fire escape and the front door. Almost as if the fire knew how to trap you. There was no way out.

Were you going to die?

What had you done to incur such bad luck?

You didn't own a fire extinguisher, which now you realized was poor planning on your part. You grabbed a mop bucket from the broom closet and ran to the bathroom. You shoved it into the bathroom sink and filled it up.

You decided to use it on the fire escape, since you had no idea how much of your apartment building was on fire. The flames flickered as you dumped water on them, but they did not go out.

Just as you were losing hope, the door to your apartment flew open, revealing a firefighter in full gear. They used a fire extinguisher to put out the flames in front of the door, then approached you. You practically jumped into their arms.

You were so dizzy from the smoke that you only really realized you were outside when you could gulp in the chilly, fresh air. The firefighter took their helmet off, and you were surprised to see dark hair streaked with blond.

"Noya?" you asked, voice a little husky from the smoke.

He looked down at you with a worried expression, "I was so scared for you!"

You stared up at him for a moment with tearful thankfulness, before the puzzle pieces started falling into place.

"You don't work at night, I thought," you said softly, looking up at the moonless night sky.

"I took an extra shift," he said. Was it your imagination or was he avoiding your gaze?

"But... where are the other firefighters?" you asked

"I responded to the call faster I guess," he replied, definitely avoiding looking at you.

"Where's your fire truck? How are you going to put out the rest of the fire?" you were starting to become hysterical. There was no way that Noya set the fire... right?

Nishinoya remained quiet for a moment, before admitting, "I'm not going to."

"What?! But there are people in there!" you gasped.

He pressed his forehead against yours, "The only person that matters is you, (Y/n)."

You began to fight against his grip, but he just held on tighter, walking you to a car you recognized as his personal vehicle. You demanded he stopped, but he ignored you. You screamed for help, but no one was around to hear you- all trapped in the burning apartment building.

Hours later, you listened to the death toll on the TV. Tears filled your eyes, knowing that in a small, small way, this was your fault. Nishinoya would never have done this if you'd just accepted him. The news channel began to talk about politics and you wiped away your tears.

You pulled a little on the chain on your ankle so you could switch the channel.