𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, [nishinoya yuu x reader]

𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝟶𝟺

"𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐄-𝐒𝐀𝐍."

"Yes, sir." The said girl stood up and walked to the front of the class.

"Fantastic work. I'm glad to see that your efforts are not wasted." It was hard to take a compliment - as seen in Harue's red cheeks and her eyes looking anywhere but at the teacher.

"Nishinoya-san."

"Yes, sir!"

"You'll have to take the make-up test."

"29 points?!" Nishinoya's eyes widened at the piece of paper that was handed back to him. "But I tried my best!"

"That was your best?" You muttered.

"[last name]-san."

"Good job, but you could do better." The paper that defined how well you did in math stated in a big bold red - 79. Apparently when your two braincells work together, it can do some great things; like get you a pass in seventh grade math.

"Hmph." Your eyes diverted their gaze from the teacher and you made your way back to the back of your class, to your seat.

"[last name]-san!" The boy beside you exclaimed quietly. "You're amazing!"

"I'm really not, Nishinoya-san."

。。。

Harue was quiet during the entirety of lunch. No matter what Keiko said or did to try and cheer the silent girl up, nothing seemed to be working. You needed to get to the bottom of this - you slightly felt bad for her. "Harue-chan." You recently had decided to change the honorific on her name, after all, you two had gotten closer in the past two months. "What's wrong?"

Keiko jumped in. "Yeah! You've been quiet all this time. Are you okay? You can tell us Harue! After all, we're your friends!"

"W-Well... It's really nothing... but I didn't get 100 points on that math test." So she was one of those people, huh? "I know that I really shouldn't be complaining... but my mother isn't going to be happy with my results. She's also going to- Uh, yeah..." You saw that her hands quivered a bit when she mentioned said parent. "Mother doesn't like it when I don't do well in school."

"You tell her that you did the best in the class! Tell her that I failed it with flying colours. That'll make her feel proud of you, right?"

You rolled your eyes, "Keiko-san, Harue-chan's mother is going to think you're an idiot. Then, she won't allow you to hang out with us... since it seems that some people can pass idiocy."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Keiko pouted. "The only thing I know how to pass is a volleyball!"

"It doesn't help that mother is a teacher... and it's been engraved into my head to do well in school since elementary." Harue's hands began to clench up and her lips pursed. "I don't know what to do..."

You weren't one to meddle in family matters - but it was clear that Harue was genuinely scared of her mother. Her hands were still bandaged like when you first met her. Perhaps it was her mot- No, you weren't going to go there.

The thought of your own parents showed up in your head. They've never been mean to you... they were incredibly carefree and didn't really care what you did as long as you were happy. Your mom was always at work being a secretary for a new upcoming tech company... whereas your dad was a normal businessman who came home just before dinner time so he could cook for the family.

Your family was perfect, although maybe the opposite of traditional families (where your dad is the one that cooks and cleans) - it was too perfect.