Key Notes | Y.N

twenty one

"me play volleyball?" i questioned nishinoya again, his body bent forward almost in the shape of a u as he let out a frustrated groan. "airie for the millionth time, yes! let me show you how to play!" his body snapped back up as his eyes danced with stars. i sunk further in my seat unsure of playing a sport, i have the worst hand eye coordination. nishinoya slammed his hands on my desk and leaned his face closer to mine making us only centimeters apart. "please airie! i want to show you why i love volleyball so much!" he begged, eyes and whispers from my classmates started to be directed toward us. "nishinoya i don't know," i whispered. i watched his face contour as he backed away, i gave him a weary smile knowing why he seemed down. i still wasn't used to calling him yuu, my chest tightening at the memory of us in my bed.

"just come by after school okay? please," he said softly with his eyebrows knitted together. there was a sudden blush creeping across my cheeks, whenever he softened his eyes like that and gave me that simple small smile, it made my body weak. "o-okay yuu.." the words came out softer than i wanted. just as the words came out of my mouth nishinoya's eyes went wide and his whole face turned redder than a tomato. "i gotta go!" he shouted and ran out of the room tripping over his feet. once he was out of sigh i relaxed my shoulders, letting out a breath i didn't know i was holding. "oi airie?" i glanced over to the right and saw ejiro leaning his cheek on his hand. "what was with nishinoya?" he asked bored. "what do you mean?" i shook my head confused. "why does he get so freaked out when you say his name?" he pointed toward the door.

"well i guess cause he just asked me to call him that the other night," i had my head still shaking, why was ejiro grinning like that now? "the other night hmm?" his eyebrows wiggled. "mhm," i watched as his sister, momoko was shaking with pure anger behind him. he opened his mouth but she quickly swiped her fist across the back of his head. "quit being a pervert!" she seethed. "momo why do you hit me so hard?!" he whined with tears in the corner of his eyes. "because you're gross! i know what you were thinking!" she went to hit him again but stopped when the teacher came in. "ignore him yeah?" momoko turned to me and smiled, she placed a hand on my shoulder, "i think you should meet him after school to learn volleyball too by the way." she stuck her tongue out as she smiled. sighing, i watched her go back to her seat and stare ahead.

my eyes followed suit and tried to pay attention to the teachers lecture, but it wasn't working. my mind just kept recalling the night before, and then this morning. my body moved on its own and had me facing out of the window as events from this morning replayed like a movie in my head.

"too loud!" i know that whiny voice. my eyes struggled to open against the bright sun peering through my window. once they were adjusted and now blinking in the bright light, i saw my phone on my nightstand ringing loudly with my morning alarm. i reached my arm forward and barley hit my phone with my fingers to shut it off, i felt something holding me back. my eyes glanced down and my heart instantly sped up seeing a pair of arms wrapped around my mid torso. "stop moving airie," nishinoya grunted and i felt him nuzzle his head in my back. i felt my body explode with heat! he was aware that we was holding me — in my bed!

"n-n-n-nishinoya?!" i stuttered our frozen. his grip around me started to loosen when he let out a small sigh. i rolled off my bed and stared at him with wide eyes, very thankful that he just rolled over and faced the wall because i swear my face was changing into a bright red. "yuu. i told you to call me yuu." he moaned happily as he stayed asleep.

i buried my face in my hands feeling the heat rising to my face again. i need to stop getting so worked up over all these things nishinoya is doing, he's in love with kiyoko, not me. i slowly lowered my hands and stared at them, we're best friends..i'm sure he's just being so close and touchy with me because he's comfortable with me. even though..all these small moments with him meant more to me than i could describe. my smile was soft and that of a love sick little girl, what a wonderful thing it would be for him to feel the same.