This is one of my favorite tropes and I have no idea why I've waited so long to do this. But here we are, so-
Nishinoya woke up with a bad feeling in his stomach. Not unusual, so he brushed it off as anxiety, since he coincidentally had a test that very same day. But he couldn't manage to swallow down breakfast, so he took a protein bar and promised himself he'd eat it after practice.
Practice was the same as usual, but Noya found himself oddly tired afterwards.
Oh well. I can't be on point all the time. It's not in a game, and that's what matters.
He sat down for first period. The feeling in his stomach had gotten worse, and this time hunger had been added to it. He realized he'd never eaten after practice, and stared at his backpack longingly. But he wearily snapped back to attention when the teacher started passing out tests. Thank god it was for first period. He wasn't sure if he could've taken the anxiety this whole day. It was weird. He'd never felt anxiety this intense over something as minimal as a test, but hey, there's a first time for everything.
By lunch, the feeling was almost unbearable. It was at this moment Nishinoya realized that something might actually be wrong- because he was really hungry, but just the thought of food made him sick. He excused himself from the table he was sitting at with the other second years on the volleyball team and headed straight for the bathroom, walking slightly faster than he should've.
Once he was there, he locked himself in a stall and sat on the cold tiled floor. He'd been hoping that it would somehow help. Instead, it sent chills up his spine and made him feel even more nauseous. He leaned over the toilet bowl, just in case.
Asahi was walking to the second year bathrooms. Normally, he'd have gone to the third year ones, but he was on his way to meet Tanaka to show him how to do that really cool serve (Tanaka's words, not his), and couldn't find him anywhere. It was a good thing that they were both boys, because he could check the bathrooms slightly less awkwardly. Sadly, he didn't find Tanaka, and even more sadly, there was someone throwing up in one of the stalls.
Wait.
And was that person Nishinoya?
And was Nishinoya crying?
He soon found out the answer to both of those questions as he quietly knocked on the stall door. He heard a sniff, then a little click as the stall door opened. It was indeed Nishinoya, and his eyes were slightly red and puffy. Despite all this, Asahi still took the time to be jealous that he still looked good, even while he was crying.
"Is everything okay?"
Noya burst into tears again and wrapped Asahi in a hug while shaking his head.
"Are you feeling alright?"
Another head shake.
"Do you need me to take you home?"
Head shake.
"You sure?"
Noya nodded.
"Okay. Well, there are only two more classes, and then I want you to walk home with me, okay? I wanna make sure that you get to your house safe."
Nishinoya nodded again, still silent.
As it turns out, Asahi spent most of the classes worrying about Noya, and Noya spent most of the classes sleeping. But the end of the school day came, and they met again. Without a second's hesitation, Asahi grabbed Yuu by the arm and dragged him away from the gym.
"What are you doing."
"You were throwing up in the bathroom stalls three hours ago. You are not playing volleyball. Not on my watch."
"I've never missed a day of practice since that tournament."
"You won't. You'll only miss half a day."
"I hate logic."
"Right. Now tell me your address."
"Stalker."
"Nishinoya, I've known you for two years."
"Fine. I'll tell you."
After a short walk, they'd arrived. Noya let himself in, thanked Asahi, and shut the door, leaving far too many anxieties in the mind of the tall brunette.
I haven't decided which I like better: Broadway, or seeing Broadway references in movies (that are musicals) that were based off of Broadway musicals.
I probably don't need help.
