𝘼 𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 | NishinoyaxReader

5: Chocolates, and the Rain.

You were walking through the chocolate aisle in a shop that booms with a lot of teenagers during Valentines. And that's exactly why you were here.

You wondered what kind of chocolate should you give to Nishinoya, wanting to make homemade first, yet decided against it because you know that the effort would be wasted. But you sometimes become more indecisive with the lines of different chocolate, different flavours, and different meanings.

Your phone started to ring before you got into focusing on what you needed. You picked it up.

"Hello?" Like always, you probably didn't check the number.

"Y/N!"

"Noya?" You were surprised, almost stumbling over the chocolates. "Wh- What do you want?" You ask in a stutter, your voice faltering for asking such a thing. But what else would he call you for? You thought bitterly.

"Actually," Nishinoya was fumbling with his words in hesitation. "I wanted to ask you for help this Valentine." He blurted out, and you could tell that he was blushing from the other screen.

You managed to hold in a sigh. "Of course! I'm your wingman after all," You felt your chest get heavy, no matter how heartily you try to sound. "Err—wingwoman?" You breathed out a small laugh.

"Of course! Y/N's my wingwoman!" Nishinoya also chuckled into the phone, while your mind imagined him saying that without the wing.

The two of you started talking for almost hours. You'll consider it an achievement, even if the topic never moved away from him discussing about chocolate and flowers.

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You were walking through the school's corridors. Without seeing the boy you liked all school hours, your feet magically found itself searching for him, and maybe for another reason. School was already dismissed for the day, and you wondered what made the boy so busy, when all this time he had always been searching for you. Seeing the tables turn, you felt your heart sink.

You noticed his figure appear at the end of the hallway, he noticed you too, he waved at you excitedly. "Hello, Noya." You had to contain the excitement you had as well, but not the happy face you wore, no, because Nishinoya looked too happy for you to be currently upset.

You noticed the bag that bounced behind him as he hopped to you, though. Did he not forget your words last time? If so, you couldn't help but smile widely. "Are you using a bag, Noya?" You chirped to him.

He suddenly froze, a beautiful red tint spreading across his features. And you wondered what land mine had you stepped on this time? As he goes closer to you, making your heart skip a beat. For all of it to all fall down once again.

"I wanted to hide the flowers and chocolates.." He whispered, and you look a little dumbfounded.

And a little pale, after the next one.

"I'm confessing my love for her, Y/N."

Oh how you wanted those soft, love filled whispers directed to you. How you wanted those eyes brimming with affection to be in your direction. How those sweet little gestures was what you were hungry for,

but you were never fed.

You felt your whole word fall on you, as your whole world was him, but he'll leave you soon. You stared at the bag he opened, revealing red rose flowers, and expensive chocolates. You expected this, so why was it so hard on you now that it was actually happening?

Your heart tightened and squeezed, sadness filled your mind. But you watch him foolishly grin as he looked at you expectedly, he wanted you to be happy, his face entailed.

You smiled. "Congrats, Noya!"

You tightened your grasp on the chocolate you hid behind your back.

"Thank you, Y/N!" He had the biggest grin you saw him wore. He turned around, racing back to the end of that hallway. "Then, I'll bring you the good news!"

You sighed, Nishinoya not even looking back at you. You hung your head low, feeling something hot slide down your cheeks.

I guess there isn't any point in giving him these...

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You were finally at home, sitting down on one of your living room's sofa, watching the new's channel. It wasn't like you were paying any attention to the television, your mind was in a state of denial. Yes, you were low-key depressed. But you knew it won't get you anywhere.

Before you stood up to do something else other than laze around. Your phone rang. With the same traumatic experiences again and again, you checked the number this time. And sighed in relief as it was just your parents calling you.

"Hey, mom?" You sounded a little like you cried too much, it isn't a lie but—

"Y/N?" Your father was the one that was on the phone.

"Oh, dad."

"You sound a little... off. Anything happened?" Your dad isn't sharp, but he sure does worry.

"Yeah, just a little cold."

"Make sure to warm yourself. But I have to agree, your mom and I can't make it there unless this strong rain calms down." You could hear his disappointed tone, and an audible sigh that followed. You breathed out a hearty laugh, it made your chest a little lighter considering that all you've done the past few hours were crying your eyeballs out.

"Anyways, we'll probably take two days, Y/N. Make sure to keep yourself safe, okay?" You realized that you haven't had a proper conversation with your dad in a while. You hummed as your reply before stopping the call. You sniffed, knowing well that you've messed up a lot these days.

"The rain's really strong though, dad's right..." You whisper as you looked outside the window on your couch, even the bland sounding channel that burned your ear if you sat and listened through it could barely be heard.

"Maybe I should lock the door." You mumbled, standing up. Your legs that fell asleep made you wince, but other than that, you could move your lazy ass.

You realized that you had to open the door and check outside, twisting the knob open, all that met you outside was raindrops making a rhythmic sound on the ground, and stairs that led through the first floor of the apartment building,

and a Nishinoya that was all curled up just next to the frames of your door.

"Noya?!"

The boy looked up at you, an anguished expression you never knew he had was plastered across his face. He was hurting, and you could see it. He didn't need to tell you what's wrong, you could tell what's wrong. He didn't need to beg you for comfort, because you'll give it.

You dropped your knees even if it hurt you, because if Nishinoya made you go through all kinds of pain, this was the kind that hurted you the most.

You wrapped your hands around his small, trembling frame with all the warmth you had. The boy tensed up, before letting out a shaky breathe as he hugged you back, digging his face into the fabric of your clothe, resting his eyes on your shoulder.

And maybe it was the rain that splattered on the ground, or the winds that altered it's direction.

Because your shoulders felt a little wet.