chatterbox | yū nishinoya

XVII | spring

》SPRING《
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NOYA WAS UPSET. It was safe to say that the boy was disheartened to know that his crush couldn't be there for every practice like usual and would be staying later on days that he wouldn't be. "But why?" He whined like a child once she'd told him. She'd explained her plan for a club before and now it was happening.

The school newspaper club was growing and was well-funded thanks to Y/n's father. She had merely given him an apologetic smile before heading down the halls in the opposite direction he was supposed to be going in. "Nishinoya-senpai!" A tangerine's shout snapped him out of his thoughts.

The volleyball bounced off the floor, a part that was perfectly in Noya's range. He definitely would've hit it if he'd paid attention. "Nishinoya, get your head in the game!" Coach Ukai scolded as the boy swallowed thickly, nodding. He muttered an apology, some of the boys throwing him concerned looks.

However, practice didn't stop. It felt weird to Nishinoya. He didn't hear her cheering from the side anymore and he didn't find himself searching for Kiyoko's eyes like the year before; he found him searching for Y/n's instead. He didn't hear the click and snap of her camera as she'd focus the lens or occasionally stop recording.

The boy even missed her small mumbles in English. For once, volleyball practice felt agonizing to him. Quickly darting forward, he flattened his stomach against the ground and hit the ball back up. Kageyama managed to hit it again, Asahi spiking it to the other side powerfully. Noya sighed, standing up.

Some sweat dripped down his face and he wiped it with his arm, panting slightly. Just a few more hours to go. "Nice receive!" A few more hours!

"That's it! We can figure out the images tomorrow," Hours had passed and it was five in the evening, the girl closing the club room door as her kouhais smiled at her. The group of six headed downstairs to change their shoes, sharing small talk. "Uh, L/n-senpai?" One of the girls mumbled, Y/n tilting her head at her curiously.

"Y/N-CHAN!" A raging second-year sprinted down the hallway, Y/n's e/c eyes widening in shock. "Yū-kun—" She didn't get to finish her sentence as he glomped her, nearly making her lose her balance as her back hit the wall of the staircase. The kouhais giggled and waved. "See you tomorrow, L/n-senpai."

Their club leader awkwardly waved back as they sauntered downstairs. "Yū-kun," Y/n mumbled as his grip merely tightened. His face was buried in the crook of her neck and she frowned. Why does he seem so upset? "I missed you." He mumbled like a child, her heart skipping a beat at his behavior.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't feel sorry."

Yū slowly let go of her and stood up to face her. "I know that you weren't at practice today," He started, stumbling over his own words. Am I overstepping my bounds with this? I don't want to stop her from doing what she loves. The libero pondered before sharply inhaling. "I want you to be at our practice match!"

The girl stared at him and he gazed in return, tawny clashing with e/c momentarily. Suddenly, her lips cracked into a small grin and she started laughing. He pouted childishly. He wasn't trying to make her laugh! "Yū-kun," The girl spoke in a reassuring tone as she smiled warmly.
"Of course I'll go to the practice game."

The pitter-patter of his heart refused to die down as he studied the pretty expression of his crush. "I-It's against Nekoma." He confessed, her expression staying the same. "Okay. I'll still be there, Yū-kun," Her cheeks reddened at her next statement. "For you and for the boys." Noya smiled giddily.

"Let's go, I'll walk you home."

She didn't get to argue with his statement. He'd insisted on walking her home occasionally for the past few weeks now and the flicker of determination in his eyes didn't let her retaliate. The girl nodded compliantly with a sweet smile, lacing their fingers together. The two quickly changed their shoes.

Even after using both hands to do so, they rejoined their fingers, interlacing them. It was a wonder to both the Karasuno boys' volleyball team and their own anxiety as to why they hadn't confessed yet. The libero ran a thumb over the back of her hand as she flushed at the brush of warmth.

If things didn't turn out like she wanted to, she could only hope that Noya still remained in her life. "We're going to win," He smiled suddenly, the brightness of his expression rivaling the sun. She grinned back at him as he turned to glance at her. "I can't wait to see you all win then," Y/n encouraged.

If Noya could get his words together and calm the rapid beating of his heart, he would've confessed right then and there. However, he couldn't. His mind was tied up with the practice match allotted for tomorrow, hoping for the best. "Did you really wait for me?" She questioned, their steps falling into a rhythm.

He awkwardly averted his eyes. "Ukai-san let us out early, so we could get proper rest." That was a lie; a white lie. Practice was still going on, but she wasn't close enough to hear the squeak of sneakers against the laminated gym floor. "Then, you should do as he says. Don't push yourself tonight," She softly said.

Noya squeezed her hand, speaking quietly in reply. "I won't if you tell me to," He retorted with a slight chuckle, making her smile and break into another innocent laugh. My heart is going to break my ribs, I swear! The libero screamed inside his head. "Don't push yourself tonight," Y/n repeated, a cheeky grin shaping her lips.

He rolled his eyes at her antics, squeezing her hand as she playfully squeezed back. Yū took in a breath, closing his eyes as the warmth of the disappearing sun drowned him.

God, I love you.