A Random Book of Trashy Haikyuu Oneshots

Nishinoya Yuu x Reader: Inferiority Complex

The sound of shoes squeaking on the wooden floor. The sound of volleyballs bouncing resonating throughout the entire gym. "Nice receive!" ""Nice serve!" "Nice kill!" "Nice block!" "Mine!" "One more!"

Those are probably the most common sounds heard in your usual volleyball court.

"Kiyoko-saaaaan!!! You're looking really gorgeous today!!!!"

Well, to be honest, that sound is actually uncommon, but in the gym of Karasuno High, it is pretty much common for people to hear the complements given by a certain bald wing spiker and a spiky haired, hyperactive libero, towards a stunning third year manager who goes by the name of Shimizu Kiyoko.

Emphasize the word "stunning". Shimzu Kiyoko is the school Aphrodite, and she has always been admired because of her beauty and grace. A lot of boys fall for her charm, and your secret crush, Nishinoya Yuu, Karasuno's Guardian Deity, is one of those... fanboys who is enticed by her allure, much to your dismay.

You have been crushing on Nishinoya for a really long time, and you know that he doesn't give a damn whether or not Kiyoko reciprocates his feelings. He's just happy to express his undying infatuation for her, and it shatters your heart into a trillion pieces as he keeps on bombarding the beauty with at least a thousand complements per hour.

As you silently entered the gym to watch the team practice, you were greeted by an ear blasting scream coming from Nishinoya, telling Kiyoko how beautiful she looks today.

"Same old greeting whenever I enter this gym...", you sighed to yourself as you sat on the bleachers.

You were utterly amused at the sight before you. The players had really improved. You smiled as you saw Hinata do a feint. You also smiled when you saw Kageyama do a setter dump. But, your breath was completely taken away as you witnessed Nishinoya perform a libero's toss towards the brunette ace player, Azumane Asahi.

Before you knew it, a crimson hue crept its way onto your (s/c) cheeks. You were both shocked and happy as you saw the massive improvement of the lively libero you had admired for ages.

"Did you see that?! Wasn't I amazing, Kiyoko-san?!", Nishinoya beamed as his brown orbs lit up the moment he gazed on the stoic manager, who managed to nod her head emotionlessly in response.

You could have sworn that a sharp sword pierced your chest the moment he bragged to the pretty manager.

"Y-Y-You were a-astonishing, N-N-Nishinoya-san!", you stammered loudly as you stared at his dazzling eyes.

"Gee, thanks, (Y/N)!", he replied awkwardly.

You sighed as you buried your face in your palms. You instantly bit your lip to supress the urge to break down. The whole Karasuno volleyball team doesn't know that you are in love with Nishinoya, and if they found you crying, they are most likely going to think that you had lost your marbles, crying without a specific reason.

"W-What does Kiyoko-Senpai have that I don't?", you silently asked yourself.

Your conscience rudely told you that you were no where near her beauty, and that's when you had allowed your tears to cascade down from your (e/c) eyes. Within a second, you had wiped them off using the sleeves of your uniform so that nobody would notice you crying.

The next morning, you came to school having a different hairstyle, and the most members of the volleyball team noticed it. It was pretty obvious since almost everyone told you how cute you were. Tanaka and Nishinoya were excluded, since they were still busy fawning over Kiyoko. You sighed to yourself in exasperation as you heard the two boys pelt the manager's eardrums with their infinitely irritating complements.