Nishinoya Yu | Sorry

Feet race down the hall dodging the students lingering in the middle of the corridor. Biting down on your hair tie you hurriedly tug your hair up into a ponytail your bag thumping against your hip, “Excuse me, sorry,” you call out when you ram into a small frame. Turning your head you lock eyes with them, “I’m so sorry!” Quickly bowing, you take off disappearing around the bend curious slanted brown eyes stare after your form a slight blush on their face. “Nishinoya-san are you okay?”

A deep voice questions, the libero remains on the floor various thoughts fly through his head, “Who was that?” He blurts out a hand is shoved into his line of sight. “Not sure,” Nishinoya is yanked up. “Come on,” Sawamura gestures for him to follow, “We’re going to watch the Karasuno girls play Nekoma in Gym C.”

“Right,” he turns excitedly Tanaka and him getting into a heated discussion their imagination taking off at the thought of watching girls play. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Nekoma girls team. I didn’t even know they had one.”

“Would you have been able to see them anyway with your height,” Tsukishima snickers lifting a hand to his mouth Nishinoya’s visage burns with anger, “Respect your senpai’s!” He and Tanaka bark out livid. “Oi, have you seen [Name]-chan?” A lazy voice is overheard; “No, she is probably lost,” Nishinoya turns to see Nekoma’s captain Kuroo and their setter Kozume strolling down the hall. Sighing with exasperation Kuroo pulls out his cellphone, “Oi where are you?” He questions the two of them pausing in the hallway their voices fading away as the Karasuno’s boy volleyball team makes their way towards Gym C.

Taking a seat in the spectators’ box, they watch the Karasuno girl’s practice spiking and receiving. A figure races out onto the court wearing a relieved expression, Nishinoya recognizing you from running into him in the hall. He watches you jog towards the bench dropping your bag, tossing your jacket onto the bench sliding the volleyball knee pads that were loose around your ankle up onto your knees, bolting onto the court, “I swear she would lose her head if we didn’t take care of her,” Kuroo’s voice comes from behind them. “Ora, ora look what the cat dragged in,” Kuroo leers staring down at the men’s volleyball team. “Kuroo you knew they would be here,” Kozume comments quietly his eyes focused on the phone in his hand.

Nishinoya’s brown eyes brighten at the number on your jersey, four the same as his. The coach yells at you for being late making you practice a couple of digs before allowing you to receive the ball. “Punished again,” Kuroo mutters exhaling dropping down into a seat he props his feet up on the bars. Diving to the right, you save a ball spiked your way jumping back up on your feet your hands held out to the side ready to save another. The process continuing for a while until the coach switches you up, “Who is that?”

Nishinoya questions Kuroo the latter smirking at the interested expression, “Number four?” Kuroo responds laughing at Nishinoya’s scowl, “Yes number four.” Kuroo opens his mouth to tease him more, only for Kozume to cut him off, “[Name]-chan, Nekoma’s wing spiker, second year. Substitute for their libero sometimes,” Kuroo scowls at Kozume wanting to have razzed Karasuno’s libero for a bit.

Swinging your arms back, you jump up spiking the ball onto the court with a loud bang surprising the Karasuno girls. “Sorry,” you bow your voice ringing out, your profile flushed at having startled them. A third-year girl on your team comes up tugging on your uniform exchanging brief words your cheeks burn scarlet. Nishinoya frowns at that, “[Name]-chan is extremely apologetic,” Kuroo states. Tossing up into the air you perform a jump serve the ball sailing through the air slamming down onto the court aggressively Kuroo glances right when he hears several murmurs. “That looks like-”

“Oikawa’s serve,” Kageyama finishes Kuroo leers, “It is,” he responds. The Karasuno guys jerk their head to the right wearing astonished expressions. “[Name]-chan has the ability to copy any technique she sees. Dangerous talent,” they watch you spin the ball into the air serving a jump floater over the net. “How tall is she?” Nishinoya questions taking in your small stature. “5’4,” Kozume answers raising his gaze to watch you play. 

Nishinoya’s ears flush red his brown eyes widen with interest Kuroo slides his gaze overtaking in the expression on the libero’s visage. Whistleblowing the teams line up shaking hands taking their place on the court. Your body language completely changing from the apologetic flighty form to a sober competitive profile, Karasuno is the first to serve. You successfully stop it your team quick to send it over spiking onto the court earning the first point.

The ball is passed to you bouncing it on the ground you lift your gaze tossing the ball up into the air you jump up sending it sailing over the net landing between two Karasuno players that failed to call the ball out. “Service ace,” the ref calls out. A smirk slides onto your lips at that, you manage to score five points before the ball is saved by chance. The bedhead male smirks at Sawamura’s grimace, “They beat Seijō’s girl’s team and Tokonami High. Winning all three sets,” Kuroo brags.

Karasuno calls a timeout trying to break the momentum of Nekoma’s team the score nineteen to five. “How long as she been playing?” Sugawara questions, “Hmm since she was five?” Kuroo glances at Kozume for affirmation. “Mhm,” Kozume pulls out his phone to continue his game. “You said she was a substitute libero?” Nishinoya questions, “Yup she played Libero when she was younger but decided that she wanted to be a wing spiker when she saw Oikawa’s serve. Libero’s as you know can’t serve or spike. They only swap her out of if Nekoma’s libero gets injured, there have been a couple incidents where that occurred.”

Nekoma jogs back onto the court waiting for Karasuno to serve sending the ball back over with ease gaining another point. “Man she really has Oikawa’s serve down, that’s scary,” Azumane mutters his face pale.

Switching sides you take your position in the back row on the left slightly squatted down your hands out to the side, the captain, Michimiya takes her stance at the serving line blanching. One of your teammates hits it up your setter aiming it for you. Jumping high you smack it over drilling one of the Karasuno girls in the face yours blanches as she falls back. Dropping down you duck underneath the net squatting by her side the guys can see your mumbled apologies your hands hovering unsure of what to do, “Oh shit that’s going to leave a mark, her spikes hurt,” Kuroo mutters rubbing his forearm.

Sawamura sighs when the second and third round goes by with the same results Karasuno barely making it into the double digits Michimiya holds our her hand shaking yours Nishinoya watches your lips move. “That’s rough,” Kuroo stands up Kozume, “The game vs. Date Tech should be more interesting it starts in three hours if you’re not playing,” he slides his narrowed hazel eyes taking in the disappointed expression of the Karasuno’s guys team.

“What gym?” Nishinoya jumps up, Kozume pulls his game back out, “Gym B the better teams play in A and B that is why C has three courts,” he mumbles striding up the stairs. “Oi [Name]-chan,” Kuroo calls out garnering your attention. Uttering a word to your captain, Okiku, you grab your things jogging over staring up at Kuroo. “Hi Tetsurō-kun,” you call out he leers, “I’m surprised you found the court,” pouting you haul your water bottle back pitching it at him he catches it with ease chuckling. “Shut up,” you mutter. Feeling eyes on your form you glance to the left to see the Karasuno team watching the exchange one guy, in particular, staring down at you your eyes widen in mortification, “Oh my god I’m so sorry for running into you earlier,” you squeak your cheeks glowing red.

Nishinoya blushes at the sound of your voice he waves his hands, “I-it’s fine,” he replies relishing in the attention even if it’s apologizing to him. Kuroo cackles, “You’re such a klutz how come your coordination in volleyball doesn’t transfer over to everyday life?” Kuroo teases. Frowning you turn on your heel marching away, “Oi [Name]-chan you forgot your water bottle!” Kuroo calls out snickering, “You need to stop teasing her,” Kozume scolds Kuroo wearing an exasperated expression, “She isn’t going to talk to you now.” 

Tossing the water bottle in the air Kuroo catches it, “Shit we have a game in thirty minutes,” Kuroo sighs. “I’ll bring it to her,” Nishinoya states excitedly, arching his eyebrow Kuroo stares down at him contemplating it before tossing it to him. “Next game is Date Tech Gym B in an hour,” Kuroo lifts his hand waving bye disappearing with Kozume. Clutching the water bottle in his hand Nishinoya takes off, “Oi Nishinoya!” Sawamura yells sighing. “I’ll grab his things,” Azumane picks up his bags.

Bolting down the hall Nishinoya makes his way to Gym B excitement at the prospect of meeting you radiating from his form. Running down the hall he dodges the throng of people blocking the corridor coming to a halt at the sound of two females chatting, “What do you mean you threw your water bottle at Kuroo-kun?”

“I threw it at Tetsurō he was being an asshole,” you state bluntly Nishinoya hears a sigh, “Well get it back,” Okiku snaps. Nishinoya slides to a stop trying to find you he turns the corner seeing you wearing a distressed expression leaning against the wall your phone pressed to your ear, “What do you mean you gave my water bottle to some Karasuno player Tetsurō-kun? How in the hell am I supposed to get it back?” You voice raises an octave; “You want me to hang out in Gym B for him? I’m going to be yelled at again!”

Striding towards you Nishinoya pauses taking a breath before he calls out your name, “[Name]-chan?” Turning when you hear your name your eyes light up with relief, you quickly hang up on Kuroo. “Oh thank god,” you meet him halfway, “Well actually its Nishinoya Yū,” he states. A smile lights up your face before you burst into laughter your giggles music to his ears, “That was so cheesy I love it,” Nishinoya’s grin matches yours. Stretching out his hand he passes it to you your fingers brushing sending shocks up both your arms, “I’m [Name]-chan,” you shake his hand, “Thanks for bringing this to me, sometimes Tetsurō-kun riles me up,” you pout his brown eyes darting to your lips, “I want to punch him but you saw my coordination it’s horrible.”

“Next time use a volleyball I saw your spike it was amazing you went like WHAM,” Nishinoya raises his arm demonstrating your form, “Oh good idea that way it will hurt more,” he chuckles at the gleam in your eyes. “I feel so bad spiking that ball in that one girls face,” your smile drops. “Tetsurō-kun has been on the receiving end of one of those I broke his nose. Thankfully I didn’t break hers, I should probably stop by and apologize again,” Nishinoya’s heart melts at the compassion and distress in your voice. “I can find out where she is if you want?” He offers up a smile appears on your beautiful face, “Really?” He nods Nishinoya’s face fit to explode at the feel of your arms wrapped around his body, “Oh Nishinoya-san that would be amazing!”

Flinching in your arms, you still panicking at his response, “I’m so sorry!” You pull back taking in his scarlet cheeks his eyes glazed over putting some distance between the two of you, “I like hugging, but maybe you’re not a hugger. Oh god, what if you’re a Haphephobia! I’m so sorry Kozume says I should control myself. Ah, I can show you the nearest bathroom so you can wash off the -”

Snapping out of his Nishinoya yells out, “No!” You recoil at the loudness your eyes wide, “No sorry I do like hugs that just surprised me,” happiness radiates from his body. “Thank goodness,” you sigh with relief slumping against the wall. “Sometimes I can’t control myself,” your voice comes out softly. “You can hug me all you want,” Nishinoya states, his ears red a grin plastered on his handsome face. Cheeks tinged pink you smile softly at him, “That’s good to know because I liked hugging you,” you whisper poking your fingers together.

“[Name]!” A voice yells, jerking your head to the right you see Okiku jogging towards you, “We need to stretch and eat come on,” waving your hand in acknowledgment you bite your lip looking at Nishinoya. Shifting your weight you scrunch your nose up hesitating, “Come on!” She yells, “I’m coming,” you yell back a furrow between your brows at her impatience he chuckles. “Will you come watch me play?” His eyes light up, “I’d love too!” Grinning you throw your arms around Nishinoya, “I’ll see you there Noya-kun,” he flushes at the nickname returning the hug.

Waving bye, you grab your bag jogging towards your captain the two of you bicker, Nishinoya watches wearing a love-struck expression. Grinning Nishinoya runs off to tell Tanaka what happened eager to rub it in his face.

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Nekoma’s female volleyball player’s voices echo in Gym B as they do their stretches, warming up for the next match against Date Tech. Fingers successfully touch toes stretching the inner thighs and hamstrings. “Congratulations ladies,” Kuroo’s voice rings out. Deciding to ignore him, you round your back spreading your legs in a split stretching your arms forward disregarding his presence when his shadow is cast over you. Rolling onto your back the girls partner up, Kuroo decides to hop in to help you stretch leaning on your raised leg pushing it towards you, “Kuroo,” he chuckles your expression.

“Switch,” you lift your other leg up letting out a sigh knowing that he won’t be leaving anytime soon, Kuroo raises his gaze staring out into the crowd smirking at the irritated expression on Nishinoya’s face. Curious at what he is staring at, you tilt your head back, “Quit taunting Noya-kun,” you snap. Arching his eyebrow Kuroo inclines his head, “Oh Noya-kun is it,” sweeping your leg out you hit the back of Kuroo’s knee causing him to stumble, “Yes, Noya-kun.”

Pouting you sit up leaning towards one side Kuroo pushes you down straining the muscles, “Huh nicknames already are you all dating?” He teases pushing against him you roll onto your side to stretch your quadriceps a soft smile appears on your lips at the sight of Nishinoya waving. Flushing you return the gesture a little less wild, Kuroo leans in your line of sight. “I ship it,” he grins at the confusion on your face. “What?”

“I ship it,” frowning you allow Kuroo to pull you up, “What the hell does that mean?” His eyes widen his mouth dropping in shock, “Ya know where you imagine two people would be good together in a relationship so you ship them,” he gestures with his hands. “You’re so weird,” you grumble walking away from him, “I swear it’s a real thing!” He calls after you Kuroo easily catches up, “Oi bedhead, if you plan on hanging around, you’re going to help out starting with spikes,” Okiku, the captain of Nekoma barks at him throwing a volleyball at him.

Kuroo chuckles, “Yes ma’am,” he winks Okiku marches off flustered. Tugging the cart of volleyballs towards him Kuroo sets them for the Nekoma girls to hit. Swinging your arms back you jump up spiking it onto the other side the volleyball smashes against the ground. “When are you getting married?” Eyes bugging you stumble almost falling into the net, “Shut up!” You snap stomping off his laughter following you.

Nishinoya leans over the bars noticing the scowl your lips turned down into a frown, brows heavily furrowed. Raising his eyes he sees Kuroo holding his stomach laughing at you, “[Name]-chan!” Nishinoya shouts, he pretends to spike a ball nodding towards Kuroo. An evil smirk appears on your face, picking up a ball you walk to the edge of the court bouncing it onto the ground before tossing it into the air. Jumping up you aim the ball at Kuroo’s stomach he falls over from the impact groaning in pain turning around you give Nishinoya a thumbs up, “Thanks Noya-kun,” you call out.

Rolling over Kuroo glares daggers at your form, you skip past him wearing an innocent expression, “Oops.” Blowing him a kiss you cackle finishing up your warm-up jogging towards your team all the girls hands are in the middle overlapping as Okiku gives her speech, “Out of all the teams that we have beat so far,” your captain smirks, “This one will be a challenge, but I have faith that we will conquer them and make it to the finals!” The Nekoma girls cheer, “So let’s kick some ass, Nekoma fight!”   

Grinning you take your left wing spiker position you glance up to see Date Tech’s wing spiker Tomita Yukari number two standing at six feet. She smirks in your direction, “This is a high school tournament middle school is down the hall,” Yukari towers over you. Sighing you stare up at her, “Jokes on you I’ve heard all the small insults you could think of from that loser over there,” you nod your head towards Kuroo who can be seen sitting with his legs propped up on the bars by Kozume he sneezes glancing around confused, “When you can get new material then I might give you the time of day,” you smile up at her wearing a condescending expression.

Scowling she takes her place the whistle blows Date Tech the first to serve Nekoma easily saving it from touching the ground. Hoshi, Nekoma’s setter, makes a fist behind her back indicating that she is going to pass to you. Swinging your arms you run forward jumping up, Yukari smirks confident that she is going to block the ball. Hauling your arm back as if you’re going to spike straight you change directions cupping your hand spiking it along the net onto the court the resounding thud and disbelief on Date Tech’s face enough to cause a smug look to cross yours.

Landing on your feet, you wiggle your fingers at her turning around to high five your teammates. “Woah, was that Bokuto-san’s cut spike?” Hinata grins excitedly his eyes wide, “Yup,” Kozume mutters his fingers tap at the game sitting on his lap.

Nishinoya sits on the edge of the seat his eyes glued to the game he watches Date Tech and Nekoma battle it out the score close, Twenty to twenty-one Date Tech calling a timeout. Wiping your brow, you look up when someone taps your shoulder to see one of Nekoma’s middle blockers Tamaki garnering your attention, “[Name]-chan Yukari Date Tech’s wing spiker I’ve noticed isn’t good at reading people. She falls for feints every time."

“I’ve noticed that,” you mumble around your water bottle Hoshi sidles up to Tamaki, “She also isn’t good at receiving,” Hoshi states looking over at Yukari to see a frown on her lips. “If you aim your serves at her I guarantee she won’t be able to save them she is weak on the left,” Tamaki raises her arms mimicking Yukari’s block, nodding in understanding you pass your water bottle off to the manager jogging towards the back row standing in the middle.

Whistleblowing Date Tech’s captain Fuyuko jumps up into the air sending the ball over, “Got it!” Your voice rings out diving you save the ball Hoshi runs forward setting it to your captain Okiku, smacks it over scowling at the save. “Don’t mind!” Everyone yells out, eyeing the ball, you see Yukari jump up hauling her arm back directing the ball towards you, “Mine!” Diving the ball flies up, “[Name]!” Hoshi yells out, “Hai!” Taking a running leap, you whack it against the tips of Yukari’s fingers the latter grimacing at the force the ball sails out of bounds.

“Nekoma twenty-five Date Tech twenty-three,” the ref calls out first round ending. Jogging to the other side of the court your team huddles up, “Right ladies lets go over their weaknesses. Number two right-wing spiker has weak blocks, falls for feints, but she can spike. Their libero is the only thing keeping the ball up, they aren’t good at receives a lot of holes in their positions. When the libero is off the court aim at the opposite hitter and right side spiker, they tend to leave a space available along the line of the court. If you think you can hit along the line then do it, don’t hesitate. Middle blocker, number six, can hold her own she nudges the other players into position when they’re on the front line to create a wall. Watch her closely her signs are slight but noticeable. Understand?”

Okiku glances around grinning as everyone nods, “Right let’s do this Nekoma fight!”

Slumping Kozume rest his chin in the palm of his hand his golden eyes taking in the match, “Whatcha notice Kenma?” Kuroo raises his arms crossing them behind his head, “Date Tech’s number two is good at spiking but that is about it,” he mumbles Kuroo snorts at how blunt he is. “They aren’t good at receiving they have a lot of holes on the court when their Libero isn’t playing.”

The Karasuno guys listen in on his observation, “Date Tech’s setter is along the same lines as Oikawa, but they aren’t synced enough to make any damage. Most of their points are fluke or luck. I’m surprised they made it this far,” the score goes up ten to five Nekoma in the lead.

“Ah, I’d hate to hear what you think about Karasuno,” Azumane mumbles. “They know how to serve and block that’s about it,” Kozume’s eyes follow the ball as it bounces back and forth. “Nekoma is on par with Shiratorizawa Academy when it comes to both female and male volleyball teams.” Kuroo’s eyes narrow taking in your exhausted frame the second round wearing you out. “Have you noticed they keep aiming their spikes at [Name]-chan,” Nishinoya blurts out he too noticing how tired you are.

The guys watch in silence as several spikes come in your direction you managing to save them all, your endurance being put to the test your spikes height slowly drops. Nekoma’s coach, noticing the same thing, gestures for another player to come forward your visage in shock. “Player swap,” the ref yells, Okiku shoves you off the court your lips pulling into a frown at what she must have said. The extra player turns towards you taking the sign you pass it to your coach jogging towards the other players standing in the box they congratulate you on your game so far.

Yukari smirks in your direction feeling eyes on your form you relax your fist, pasting on a condescending smile turning around. Wiggling your fingers, you blow her a kiss cackling when her face blotches from anger. Kuroo snorts, “Instigator-"

“You’re one to talk,” Kozume mutters, gasping Kuroo lifts a hand to his heart, “I’m so kind,” all the Karasuno guys glance over at him with a deadpanned expression, “See if I ever help you again,” Kuroo sniffs. Fifteen to ten, bouncing on the balls of your feet a hand lands on your shoulder, “Calm down, you’re supposed to be resting,” Isaki Nekoma’s libero states wearing a smirk. “I can’t help it,” you whine taking the proffered water bottle, “Then do some stretches don’t worry we will get her back,” Isaki smirks. Pursing your lips you sigh sitting down on the ground to do some stretches your eyes actively following the ball.

Date Tech manages to catch up the score seventeen to fifteen. Chewing on your water bottle cap, you grin when you see that Yukari is struggling as well as their libero who took a nasty hit from Okiku’s spike. Bolting up you shift your weight back and forth cheering on Isaki as she takes her place, “Oi [Name], you feeling better?” Your coach calls out you nod your head excitedly, “Come on,” she laughs.

“Oh look [Name]-chan is going back on,” Hinata calls out even though the guys can see it for themselves. “Player swap,” Hoshi tosses the ball to you, “Service ace,” she grins giving you two thumbs up the score eighteen to fifteen. Nodding you step back the ball in hand twirling it between your palms whistling blowing you run forward throwing the ball up into the air spiking it over it shoots by Yukari’s head her hair blowing from the intensity smashing against the court rebounding up into the crowd. Kuroo lifts his hand rubbing at his stomach, Nishinoya chuckles, “I know you told her to do that chibi-chan,” Kuroo scowls his lips twitching when Nishinoya bolts up, “Say that again bedhead-chan?” He snaps, Tanaka right at his side. Sawamura stands up clapping a hand on their shoulders, “Sit down,” he barks out.

The two second years comply wearing disgruntled expressions, “You’re not kind,” Kozume whispers. “Am too,” Kuroo frowns. Striking the floor with a loud thud the ref tosses you another ball the volunteers flip the number to nineteen. Inhaling you exhale sending two more service aces over twenty-one to fifteen. “Come on ladies!” Date Tech’s captain yells frustrated, they finally manage to get the ball up into the air only for it to be smashed on their side of the court. “Twenty-two to fifteen not much of a game,” Sawamura mutters the others murmuring in agreement.

Squatting you dive to the side saving a spike sent your way by their other wing spiker, number four, rolling onto your feet, Remon, Nekoma’s right-wing spiker whacks it to the ground a smug smile appears. Her confidence spreading quickly among Nekoma’s girls, “Keep it up!” Okiku yells. Date Tech calls a timeout halting the momentum Okiku goes around high fiving the team. “At this rate, we’re going to win,” Hoshi states the others smirking. “Don’t get too high and mighty now ladies. Remember there is a difference between confidence and cockiness. Becoming cocky will hinder your playing skills, having confidence will increase them.”

Everyone gives a shout of understanding racing onto the gym floor. Yukari stares at you her anger rapidly growing, “Give me the ball,” she growls out the other players flinching at the viciousness of it. Date Tech’s player serves the ball your team easily picking it up Hoshi signals that she is sending it to you. Yukari watches as you jump up into the air your arm raised a determined expression. Groaning your face explodes with pain your arms flailing as you fall to the court landing on your back winded. Gasping for air you raise a hand to your nose feeling blood gush down your nose, “Suspension number two Date Tech,” the ref barks out the girls groan glaring at Yukari her face grisly.

“[Name]!” The girls call out racing towards you, bending over your fallen form their arms hovering not sure of what to do. Poking your tongue around you sigh with relief knowing that you didn’t break any teeth, “Why do you look so relaxed?” Okiku questions wearing a perplexed expression, “None of my teeth are broken,” you grin up at her grimacing in pain bloodstains coats your mouth. “Here-” 

“Wait just don’t move me yet let my body catch up,” you bark out the girls lower their hands, footsteps are heard your coach comes into view towering over you firing off questions, “Who are you? Where are you?”

“[Name] second-year left wing spiker sometimes substitute Libero for Isaki, Gym B playing Date Tech, that bitch Yukari just punched me in the face with the ball and I plan on returning the favor in the third round,” you grunt out. Hoshi chuckles your coach sighs with exasperation, “Yeah well once your nose stops bleeding you might be able to play-”

Bolting up you moan lying back down, “What do you mean by might?” She scowls, “Exactly what it means [Name]-chan,” your coach snaps, “Let’s get you to the infirmary,” huffing you roll onto your side spitting blood into the towel your manager Maiya grabbed for you. “Thanks,” you mutter pulling it back. Hoshi and Okiku haul you up by your armpits both of them letting go when you slap their hands away. Applause goes up waving your hand to indicate to the crowd that you’re fine, you stride off the court towards the infirmary the towel pressed to your nose shooing Maiya away.

“Shit,” Kuroo bolts up from his seat, Kozume shoots out his hand grabbing him by his jersey yanking him back down nodding towards Nishinoya who had jumped up as soon as he saw what happened and ran out.

Kozume returns his gaze to the court to see the coach of Date Tech shouting at Yukari after having been suspended from the game, “That was a low blow,” Sawamura mutters. “Bet her nose is broken did you see the force behind that? That was definitely intentional,” Sugawara mutters, a worried look on his visage. “She will be fine,” Kozume reassures quietly, “[Name]-chan probably will argue her way back onto the court for the third round. This only fired up Nekoma’s team.” The atmosphere in the gym thickens with tension Nekoma’s girls glare at Date Tech their eyes lit with rage.

The attack happened in slow motion one second you were jumping up to spike the ball the next you were lying on your back blood pouring from your nose and mouth. Nishinoya had been leaning over the bars his brown eyes watching you save a spike sent your way by number four on Date Tech rolling back onto your feet with ease. “Whoa [Name]-senpai is awesome!” Hinata blurts out the guys murmuring in agreement, Kuroo puffs out his chest about to open his mouth. “Not like you contributed to her success Kuroo quit taking the credit,” Kozume whispers un-pausing his game at Date Tech’s timeout. Sawamura chuckles as Kozume and Kuroo bicker, mainly Kuroo doing the bickering Kozume ignoring him.

Kozume had put the game down once the whistle blew his golden eyes widening when he saw the vengeance in Yukari’s eyes. Yukari then illegally reached over the net sending the ball you spiked back into your face your nose cracking underneath the violent force. Your body slowly falling to the ground you had quickly raised your hands to protect your head your back taking the brunt of the fall. “[Name]-chan!” Kuroo and Nishinoya had shouted out the both of them on their feet. Kozume let out a sigh of relief when he saw your hand rise to touch your nose, “She is okay,” he muttered Kuroo whipped his head to the right to stare incredulously at him. “[Name] protected her head from slamming against the floor just looks like her nose is broken.”

Kozume caught movement out of the corner of his eye and saw Nishinoya skipping up the stairs and out of sight, “Shit,” He grabbed Kuroo gesturing towards the spot where Karasuno’s libero had been smirking Kuroo sat back down, “I ship them,” Kuroo states flippantly to Kozume, the setter sends him a perplexed look.

Nishinoya races down the hall excuses shouted as he slips in between the crowd running towards the infirmary, “Maiya-san I’m fine,” your voice comes out nasally, “It’s just a broken nose I’ll have them reset it and I’ll be back on the court third round.” Sighing the manager gives up returning to the gym, Nishinoya comes sliding to a halt poking his head in the door to see you up on top of a table an athletic trainer standing before you gingerly pressing on your nose.  “This is going to hurt,” he states. “Just do it,” you grunt he snaps it back into place making you cry out. “Holy shit Eishi-san a little warning would have been nice,” you gasp your fingers tremble reaching up to run the tips along the bridge of your nose.

He chuckles cleaning up the blood before applying some bandages, “Take some of these painkillers, yes non-drowsy,” he rolls his eyes at the skeptical look on your face. Tossing you an ice pack, you go to slide off the table only to be shoved back. “Stay,” he jabs his finger at you receiving a nasty scowl. Eishi notices Nishinoya at the door he smirks, “I’ll be back, I need to talk to your coach Hatsumi to see if you can go watch.”

Pouting you furrow your brows glaring at his back perking up slightly when you see Nishinoya wearing a worried expression. “[Name]-chan are you okay?” He barges into the room striding to your side, “Yeah just pissed that I can’t finish out the second round,” Nishinoya’s brown eyes take in your sullen expression. Scooting over you pat the table indicating for him to join you, he quickly jumps up. “You played a great game! You’re incredible,” Nishinoya grin widens at the blush on your cheeks. “Thanks,” you smile softly grimacing your voice nasally, “Sorry!”

Flapping your hand you adjust the ice pack, “I can’t wait to get her back,” you grunt Nishinoya’s lips quirk down, “She was suspended from the game-”

“What?” A pained hiss passes your lips, “Gah,” panting you open your mouth to breathe staring incredulously at Nishinoya, “Please tell me that you’re joking?” He shakes his head no, “You should have seen it [Name]-chan it was deliberate-”

“Yeah, I know that,” you snap quickly apologizing when Nishinoya jerks back from your anger, “Sorry, I’m sorry Noya-kun I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” you mumble slumping. Glaring at the ground, you shift the ice pack on your nose your body itching to get back onto the court. Hesitating Nishinoya reaches over moving a piece of your hair out of your eyesight gently tucking it behind your ear his fingers lingering on your cheek. Eyes widening you tilt your head noticing the determined expression, “Noya-kun?” 

Lowering the ice pack, you stretch out your hand intending to garner his attention, “You’ll get Date Tech back I promise!” He declares loudly flushing with embarrassment, “Sorry, I got excited,” he rubs the back of his head. Smiling softly you lean over pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek, “I know I will with you behind me,” he stiffens his face burning.

Furrowing his brows Nishinoya purses his lips gawking at yours, “Ah sorry! You were just so passionate and that got me passionate-”

Smooth lips cut off your speech your eyes flutter close a sigh passes through your lips, tilting his head Nishinoya raises his fingers threading them in your hair pulling back to take in your dazed appearance, “You apologize a lot,” he chuckles, “Sorry, ah sorry-”

Nishinoya pecks your lips again smirking, “Every time you say sorry I’m going to kiss you.”  Cheeks tinged you glance down at your lap raising the ice pack back to your nose, “Is that a promise?” You question quietly, his cheeks inflame, “Yes,” he answers back confidently. Hearing footsteps the two of you glance up to see your manager out of breath, “Round three has started seven to five Nekoma in the lead how are you feeling?” Jumping off the table, you take a couple of steps bouncing up and down, “Great minus the throbbing in my nose.” She nods, “Come on,” acknowledging her you watch Maiya leave.

Turning around you stare up at Nishinoya taking in his handsome grin, “Good luck I’ll be cheering for you,” he jumps off pressing another kiss to your lips. “I didn’t say sorry!” You call out after him his laughter ringing down the hall, “I like kissing you,” he yells back. Giggling you toss the ice pack onto the counter jogging towards the court the audience cheering at your presence. Okiku and the other girls surround you, “Are you okay?”

“Yukari was suspended-”

“That bitch I can’t believe she did that-”

“Don’t worry we have this game in the bag-”

Isaki states confidently bumping your fist, “Right, let’s take it easy-” 

Making a face you glare at Okiku, “Or not pass to [Name],” Hoshi grins giving you two thumbs up. “Nekoma fight,” twirling the ball between your palms you bounce it on the floor inhaling calmly through your nose immediately flares with pain. Throwing it up into the air you race forward jumping sending it soaring in between the middle blockers and libero earning your team a point, “All right [Name]-chan!”

Date Tech manages to stop your point streak a replacement wing spiker sends the ball over, Isaki saves it tossing it to Hoshi, swinging your arms back you run forward jumping up slamming your hand against it the thud resounding against the floor a satisfied smile lights up your profile when the Date Tech girls groan. Within minutes, Nekoma’s girl’s volleyball team crushes Date Tech twenty-five to eleven. Cheering the girls line up shaking hands with the other team, they congratulate you on a great game the captain of Date Tech apologizes profusely for Yukari’s behavior the Coach quick to follow you wave them off.

Kuroo saunters towards you his hands shoved into his pockets. “Nice game [Name]-chan, I like your new look,” he gestures towards your nose. “Thanks, it was inspired by you,” you poke your tongue out he chuckles leaning down inspecting it, “Are you okay?” he questions, “Yeah it smarts but we won that’s all that matters. Besides, it should go down in a couple of days if I keep icing it,” he hums. Turning at the sound of your name Nishinoya pulls you into a hug laughter bubbles up from your lips, “You were fantastic! Your last spike was like pow,” catching movement, you see Kuroo pushing his hands together mouthing ‘I ship it.’  Scrunching your nose, you wince, “Are you okay?”

Nishinoya questions, “Uh huh,” you gently press your nose he brushes his lips over it, “Ready for your game against Shiratorizawa Academy?” He questions grabbing your bag for you when you go to pick it up slinging it over his shoulder, “Yep! I can go into it knowing that I have my awesome boyfriend at my back-”

Your eyes bug, “I’m sorry!” You blurt out mortified, “Sorry, Nishinoya-kun it just came out oh my god I’m so-”

Nishinoya darts forward pressing a kiss to your lips, “I don’t think I’ve had an apologetic girlfriend before,” he muses the tips of his ears red. “You’ve never had any girlfriend,” Tsukishima calls out snickering into his hand Nishinoya’s eyes light up with anger, “Want to say that to my face green bean,” he barks out Tanaka quick to jump to Nishinoya’s defense, he chews out the first year lecturing him about respecting his Senpai’s. Nishinoya lets go of your hand racing forward, the sight comical, his short stature glaring up at Tsukishima as the first year stares down wearing a condescending smirk on his visage wincing when Tanaka hits him on the head, you watch from afar laughing.

“Told you,” Kuroo’s sly voice reaches your ears, “I ship this ship,” he mutters snorting you walk away tugging Nishinoya behind you, “Shipping is real [Name]!” His voice rings out Kozume flinches frowning up at him before walking away, “Oi Kenma wait up!”