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"Oh my god, you're so beautiful."
Roses seeps beneath your cheeks as you fluster. He leans in with starry eyes, Nishinoya has never seen such beauty. Sure, this lover boy has seen many charming girls in life but never has he witnessed a goddess before. To him, you are the living, breathing, physical form of Aphrodite.
He sheepishly clears his throat after realising the awkward tension building between the two of you. In exchange, roses begins to seep beneath his cheeks this time. He attempts to apologise, only to stumble upon his apology.
"Ah, I'm s-sorry..."
"I-it's fine!"
"Crap, j-just forget a-about what I said."
"O-okay..."
From the moment you appeared, Nishinoya's hopeless thoughts on Shimizu were gone. This wasn't suppose to happen, but it did. It was like his so called Rolling Thunder had struck him with this sudden attraction, except it wasn't in volleyball. Perhaps, this is a sign of another chance.
