《Here She Goes (Nishinoya x Reader)》Baldy! Open The Door! ✔︎
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~Y/N POV~
✨
GUYS
IM BORED
YUKIE FELL ASLEEP WHILE WE WERE
PLAYING GAME PIGEON
🧍🏼♂️
Y/N
ITS 12 AM
WHY ARE YOU AWAKE
uno reverse card bitch.
anyways
🧑🏽🦲
Oh no
she's gonna ask us to do something stupid again
🦉
I would but my back is killing me
after sleeping on the floor yesterday
plus I can see Akaashi glaring at me from
across the room
Damn you Akaashi
😗
go to sleep or I won't set Bokuto
at all tomorrow.
🦉
GASP
you wouldn't
😗
try me
fine
Shorty, Baldy, meet me in the spare classroom in 10
🧑🏽🦲
yes ma'am
🧍🏼♂️
i'll be there
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It was around twelve am and I was slowly clambering out of my futon to make my way to a spare classroom.
"Y/N?" I heard one of the girls mumble as I reached the door, freezing me in my tracks
"Just going to the washroom," I whispered back, quickly slipping out of the room before they could question it.
I shivered as I stepped into the hall, covering my bare arms. I kinda maybe spilt iced tea on my hoodie blanket, and Kiyoko made me wash it so I was left with t-shirts and sweatpants.
Oh well, I'll just steal a hoodie from Noya 😏🤏🏼
I skipped down the hall in my sock feet until I came to the last door which was cracked open slightly, the lights already on. I peaked in too see shorty already sitting inside, scrolling through his phone.
"Oii, shorty!" I exclaimed, skipping onto the room.
It had a few desks pushed up against the wall, along with some random things such as blankets, textbooks, notepads, markers, and for whatever reason, a single closet.
"Hey, did you see Tanaka out there?" he asked as I came and sat next to him on one of the desks.
"No I assumed he came with you," I answered hesitantly.
"Oh, no. He left a few minutes before me so Daichi wouldn't suspect anything. I assumed he just went to the bathroom or something."
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"What was that?" I asked, turning my head to see the door closed shut, and the lock spinning to the right.
"Oh you're kidding me," Noya sighed as he stood up and placed a hand on the doorknob, turning it with no luck.
"TANAKA!" I yelled, hearing two boys out in the hall snickering.
"Who's Tanaka?" he asked, twisting his voice to sound like a young girl.
"Tanaka, unlock the door," Noya called out, followed by more snickering.
"Nah uh! Not until you bastards admit your love for each other!" he exclaimed, jingling the keys around just to spite us.
"Baldy listen up. When I get out of here, it's your funeral," I said sternly as two sets of footsteps could be heard thundering away, leaving Noya and I alone.
In a classroom.
At midnight.
Marvellous idiot.
"Alright, someone in the managers room woke up just as I left. I'll text them and see if they can come let us out," I sighed, pulling out my phone to text them.
No response.
We probably waited for a full twenty minutes before giving up and deciding to make our selves comfortable.
"He's really not going to give up on this, is he?" Noya sighed as he grabbed two blankets from the stack and laid them on the carpeted floor.
"Damn him for being so persistent," I scowled, making him laugh as I opened the door to the closet to reveal something fascinating.
Lining the shelves were far too many CPR dummies, each with detailed features on their faces and bodies
"Noya, I'm setting up an exorcism."
"What?"
I didn't answer him. Instead, I began to collect a bunch of the dummies and carry them out into the room, the brunette libero watching intently as I did so.
Once I had about twenty of them out, I began to arrange them around in a circle with one of them in the middle.
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I then went around and tilted all of their heads backwards, standing back to admire my work.
"And you did this...for what?" Noya asked, laughing as he pulled his phone out to take a video of my shenanigans.
"Why not."
"Why though?"
"Why not?" I giggled, taking a picture of my master piece and sending it to baldy.
🧑🏽🦲
You're next bud 😏
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"I'll never understand what goes on inside your head," Noya laughed as I sent the picture to Tanaka.
"That's what I pride myself on," I smirked, picking the dummies and shoving them in the closet because they lowkey freak me out.
Once I was finished I shut the closet door and sighed, shivering for a moment as I turned around.
"Are you cold?" Noya asked slyly, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm cold blooded," I smirked, walking over and sitting in front of him on the ground.
Y/N : L/N
blood : cold
swag : immense
breed : different
hotel? : trivago.
"Here, I know you'll ask for it eventually," he sighed, pulling his hoodie off, causing his shirt to pull up so I got the slightest glimpse of his abs.
Yumalicous😶
"Wow, I didn't have to play ninja this time to get it," I teased, taking the hoodie and immediately slipping into.
It was still warm from being on his body, and the neckline smelled heavily of his scent.
"Alright, now that you've performed an exorcism, what should we do? I don't think they're gonna be back until morning," Noya sighed, looking at the door.
"We should watch a movie!" I exclaimed, eagerly standing a bunch of textbooks up to lean my phone against.
"You never run out of ideas, do you?" he asked as I shook my head and opened my Netflix app.
"Alright, what movie?" I asked eagerly, looking up at his big, brown eyes.
"Eh, you can choose, I'll watch anything."
I smirked and tapped on my favourites list, pulling up Moana and hitting play. (if you don't like Moana either suck it up or pretend you watched a different movie😔🤚🏼)
"Oh boy, you're gonna sing to all the songs, aren't you?" he asked as I set my phone up against the textbooks and nodded.
"It wouldn't be a disney movie unless I sang," I said confidently, sitting next to him and pulling one of the grey blankets over me.
"Are you still cold? You've got my hoodie, your sweatpants and crew socks," he asked, nudging me in the side as I glared at him and sighed.
"Well excuse me for not always matching my body temperature to that of the room I'm in," I huffed as the intro began to play.
~Third person~
It was late in the night, or early in the morning depending on how you look at. The entire school of Shinzen was once again in a deep slumber, that is except for one girl.
Her eyes fluttered open around 2:30 am to see her phone playing the end credits from 'Moana'. She leaned forwards very carefully to turn her phone off, but not before seeing the reflection of the boy next to her in the phone screen.
She placed the phone on the ground next to her and looked up at him. His usually spiky hair was down, and falling over his heavy eye lids.
He wore a plain white t-shirt and dark blue sweatpants, and had one of the grey blankets pulled over his small body.
She reached up and delicately brushed a strand of hair out of his face, gazing at his chiseled features as she sat in silence.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she ever so gently cupped his face, planting a soft kiss on his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder.
"Hey Noya, you're a cute idiot," she whispered to herself.
Or so she thought.
Unknown to the e/c eyed girl who lay against the Karasuno libero, he had been awake the whole time.
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