Haikyuu!! One-Shots/ x Readers~ ♡

√ Photograph ♡ Nishinoya Yuu x Insert! Name

《 1stSongAUEver 》

(Starting Note: Does not really matters.

The Bold letters are for emphasizing the words.

The Italicized words are for a part of my own-made poem(lol), flashback for the beginning and the lyrics of the song Photograph by Ed Sheeran.

Play it while reading for more feels! It's no good but, Enjoy!)

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Author's P.O.V.

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"Wait for me to come home."

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"Yes, Yuu. I would wait for you no matter how long, even if it would take forever."

That was Arisa's last words, tears streaming down her face but a meaningful smile visible on it.

She pecked his lips. It was their last kiss.

Her smile means only one thing, that she'll hold on to his promise.

She grasped the photo album near her chest--where her heart is.

The album where their memories are stored, for now, it's more of an assurance that he would be back.

And they bid their goodbyes as Arisa watched Noya walked away...

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It's been 4 years. Oh, that felt long. But Arisa knew for herself, nothing changed.

She's still waiting for him and that her heart, still, only beats for Nishinoya Yuu.

She still remembered his words so well.

She longs for his touch, Oh, how she missed him so much.

Arisa smiled a bittersweet smile. She's thinking about him again.

Not like she's tired of waiting. No. She promised him also that she'll wait.

But still, the pain of waiting for what felt like nothing, is there.

Arisa sighed and clutched the microphone on her hand.

Looking at the audience inside the bar, she started to sing, once again, that song, their theme song. The both of them loved that song so much.

'Loving can hurt,
Loving can hurt, sometimes,
But it's the only thing that I know.

When it gets hard,
You know it can get hard sometimes,
And it's the only thing that makes us feel alive.'

Yes. Arisa never denied that waiting for him is hard. It's hurting her for four long years now.

It's even harder that he never said anything after that. Since he left, she lost communication with him.

The last time he called was to inform her that he had landed safely.

Sure, she knows he's fine; still, she couldn't help but think,
'Does he still love me? Is he thinking about me the way I always do?'

That kind of pain is written in her eyes as she continued.

'We keep this love in a photograph,
We make these memories for ourselves,
Where our eyes are never closing,
Hearts were never broken,
Time's forever frozen, still.'