Just You and Me (Haikyuu Oneshots) ON HIATUS

Frugal (Nishinoya Yu x reader )

A/N: Hey! I wrote another story but this time for Nishinoya. I know it's not my greatest work but I had a lot of fun writing this so I do hope you enjoy it! 

"Yu! I'll meet you inside" You gave your boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek and scurried along into the crowded superstore, mixing in with the crowds of family, friends and solo shoppers. Nishinoya smiled, locking the car, hearing it beep and walked up to the pay machine to get a parking ticket.

After a stressful week of aimless work and deadlines, it was finally the weekend! Since it's been a while since you and your boyfriend had some quality time together, you decided to go on a simple trip with him to collect some essentials you needed to tackle the coming week. The two of you normally go shopping early in the day, to avoid busy crowds during lunchtime. Despite this, you weren't in a very relaxed mood this morning since you and your husband had a very eventful night prior. Hence, why you were busy drowning in a sea of eager customers, ready to pounce on you if you take the last item on the shelf.

After securing the ticket underneath the car's windscreen wipers so that it doesn't fly away from the freezing gust of the wind, Noya ran inside, through the automatic doors like an insect escaping through the teeth of a Venus-fly Trap. Swinging his keys around his finger, he was submerged by the immediate volume change, followed by the thrill of the jingle ejecting from the loudspeakers. The music was drowned out by the longwinded discussions among the customers, debating which to get: one of the best option or a couple of the cheapest option.

Even though the scenery was overwhelming for him, there was another problem arising. Realising just how many people were in the superstore, he had forgotten to ask where exactly you wanted to meet him.

An inkling of dread surged through his system. Nishinoya searched aisle by aisle, striding up and down the place and peering around corners, causing most of the customers to wonder in suspicion. At last, he did find you, head deep in the frozen foods section, picking up the frosted packet of potato wedges, shivering slightly from refrigerator's cold industrial blast. "Oh? There you are. I was starting to think you were lost?" You waved at Noya as he walked up to you with an annoyed squint on his face.

"Yeah. I was!" Your boyfriend smiled and ran his fingers in his hair and stopped midway once his eyes landed on the half-filled shopping car next to you. He clocked his head to the side. " It seems you have already done most of the shopping."

Was there even any point for him to be tagging along if you were capable without him?"Hmm? Oh yeah! I'm just following the list I made. It makes it easier to stay focused... especially after what we discussed this morning."

"...I know." Nishinoya gulped. Your stern voice caused goosebumps to spot up all over his skin and his body was in full alarm as if someone was filling up his stomach with kerosine and he had no idea how to neutralise it.

A few hours earlier, while the two of you were getting ready to leave the house, envelopes fell through the letterbox in a click of a finger but there was one that hooked your attention, imprinted with a bank logo. Noya was occupied with tying his shoelaces. You slowly turned to him, surrounded by ripped open enveloped and held up multiple stapled bank statements from the couple's shared bank account.

As far as you could see, it looked like your boyfriend went on an excessive shopping spree on your amazon account, ordering items ranging from minuscule overseas candy and snacks with ridiculous delivery fees to special tech gadgets that will only be used once, only for them to be placed back into the box and never touched again.

It was safe to say you were not happy about the money you work hard earning to be spent like this. Your anger was visibly portrayed to Noya with the scowl and furrowed eyebrows. You gave the male a little sarcastic smile before pushing the cart, walking past him and turned back to see you walk away, pouting.