To Pluto (and Back) | Itadori Yuuji

to pluto (and back) | itadori yuuji

warnings : gn!reader, implied character death, fluff, angst, kisses, food | wc : 800+

summary : 'i love you's through the years

a/n : i finally wrote something again </3

itadori at five opens up both arms as wide as he can, eyes set with pure sincerity and face shining with a grin that shows two missing teeth. “i love you this much!” he exclaims, wriggling his fingers for emphasis.

you at five reply, eager and enthusiastic, with his actions mirrored - short arms in one line almost parallel to the ground, before your face breaks into a wide smile. “yeah! this much!”

however, itadori at seven recalls his actions from two years ago and decides it's not enough.

“i love you from here -” he bounds over to one corner of the room “- to here!” and dashes to the other, fingers brushing against the surface of the concrete wall. you at seven regard his actions with great curiosity, eyes wide and heart fluttering.

“but yuuji,” you mumble, “what about to the moon?”

his reply comes with an expression that mirrors yours, head tilted to one side while he parrots back, “the moon?”

to this you nod. “yeah, the moon! papa always tells mama that he loves her to the moon.” you pause, then add for good measure, “and back.”

“huh!” itadori regards your statement with thoughtful eyes. “i think it means i love you a lot. to the moon then! i love you to the moon.”

your eyes shine. “to the moon!”

“and back,” he adds, breaking into giggles.

then itadori at ten looks back at his previous words that any other boy his age would gag at, then decides, with much thought, that to the moon alone isn't enough.

“to saturn,” he nods to you. “i love you to saturn.”

“not to the moon?”

“saturn is further!” he argues.

“and so is pluto.”

“but pluto isn't a planet!”

“it's still further,” you argue with confidence any ten year old kid can wear. “really really far!”

itadori considers your words - he likes saturn, but you're not wrong - saturn isn't nearly as far as pluto is.

“to pluto, then.” he decides, “i love you to pluto!”

itadori at ten weaves his heart into sincere words, the sweet taste of love that tumbles out of his mouth lingering at the tip of his tongue. you at ten catch the words, keep them in your heart and give him the same.

“to pluto,” you echo.

over time, digits of the calendars slowly increase, day by day, month by month, till they flip back to 01 again. the beginning, a beginning, and the year new.

itadori at fifteen feels ‘to pluto’ isn't enough, but you at fifteen think otherwise. so he helps you see that it really isn't when he leans in close, eyes fluttering shut and expression gentle before you feel warmth on your lips. warm, like the summer breeze that the trees around you sway to; warm, like the bag of onigiri that sits untouched on the bench behind you; warm, like his hands, the waves of heat that roll about your stomach, like the flames that lick at the walls of your heart.

and you, at fifteen, see to his point that to pluto really isn't enough.

then you and itadori at eighteen learn that to love isn't measured in lengths as far as you can compare; to love is to feel, to weave in new habits every morning. a kiss on the lips to start the day, a peck on the forehead when the night hangs stars in the sky. these habits are foreign, but too easy to adapt to, because it's barely been a week since such routines started yet both of you are very sure that to have such precious moments snatched away from the grasps of your palms would only deem the rest of your lives unlivable.

to love is not demanding - it never is, and will never be. it's the small acts every day that matter, even if pluto and mars are long forgotten and lost in the memories you made. every kiss, every touch, every word, every second.

and that, you learn, is what love is, at the dying years of teenagehood (though past moments still live in your head).

twenty and memory-ridden, you sit on a grassy patch with legs folded while your hands are cupped around an onigiri, fresh and warm. next to your feet, there’s a bouquet of flowers with large petals pink like his hair, bunched and secured together by the stem with a plain white ribbon.

they tickle your ankles, flutter in the presence of summer winds like butterflies.

“ironic, isn't it?” you hum. “you used to give me flowers every year, but this year i give you flowers the same colour as your hair.”

the birds perched on a nearby tree sing, chorus together in a series of chirps.

you shift the bouquet carefully atop a pile of many others, all thriving in multiple shades of yellows and oranges and reds. from the same tree, the birds unfold their wings, and with great flaps, hop off the branches and soar off to the sky.

you sit and watch, till they blur into the blue of the sky, outlines fuzzier with every blink that threatens to leak the impending rain.

“to pluto, yuuji,” you say, voice shaking to the stone that sits before you. “i love you to pluto.”

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MORNING MOMENTS

pairing(s): post-timeskip fukunaga, hinata, & akaashi (separately) x gn! reader

tags: some cute morning fluff, bad pickup lines

warnings: minor food mention in hinata & akaashi

a/n: oh to be the lover of timeskip hinata shoyo anyway this has been sitting in my drafts for months so i finally posted it i'll try to write more often i Swear

it’s a familiar day—shohei is singing in the shower like he always is, and you’re standing at the bathroom counter brushing your teeth, watching the mirror steam up. his singing is horrible in possibly every way possible but you’re positive there’s a smile on his face behind the white shower curtain.

“shohei,” you sigh as he takes another breath to start up, pausing abruptly.

“yes? you don’t need to compliment my singing, thank you, it’s a given.”

you snort, toothpaste falling into the sink. “yeah, whatever floats your boat. anyway, what color clothes are you wearing today? i want to coordinate them.”

shohei smacks his lips loudly. “mmmm, wow, fancy. i’m thinking about wearing some fulvous with eburnean, maybe a hint of amaranth while i’m at it? or i can throw in some xanadu and spice it up a bit.”

“you don’t know what any of those mean, do you.”

“no, not in the slightest. how about yellow?”

“yellow is fine.” although, you think, he does look best in pink. i mean, then again, what doesn’t he look good in? and before you can stop them, the thoughts: “you’re handsome in every color.”

he chuckles and even though he can’t see you you throw your hands over your eyes. holy crap that was embarrassing.

“that’s cute,” he giggles. shohei only giggles—he doesn’t really laugh. “can i use your soap?”

“use your own, heathen.”

“i can’t believe you’re divorcing me.”

you roll your eyes with a smile. “you are so extra.”

then there’s a deep sigh, “how dare you. i’m so heartbroken i’m going to use your soap anyway.”

you wash your toothbrush and can’t help beaming as you pull the shower curtain back just enough to smack a kiss onto his lips, which taste strongly of water. he freezes up and he doesn’t even laugh as you open the bathroom door to leave. so instead you do the chuckling for him:

“who’s the cute one now?”

finally you hear his laughter, “that was a horrible line.”

he’s right, but you weren’t even trying to be funny; you really just wanted to hear him laugh.

shoyo wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your ear over the buzz of the coffee machine. “good morning, mi amor,” he hums, tussling your hair. “lazy day, hm?”

“good morning, and, well, for you, maybe,” you step back into his arms to peck his cheek, glancing over his sleep-ridden outfit; a white shirt with plaid pajama pants, his bright orange hair messy and spiky. there’s still some sleep in the corner of his eyes, which you wipe with your thumb. “i’m going for a walk. it’s a nice morning.”

shoyo lets go and steps back, looking over your outfit with a dazed smile. his eyes linger on your legs, accentuated by your pants, and you give him a playful whack. “no staring,” you joke. “i have a husband.”

“hey,” he whines, following you (who’s chuckling) to the cabinet and tucking his face into the space between your neck and shoulder. “i am the husband—doesn’t that count for anything?”

your laugh is punctured by a, “no.”

“unbelievable. your coffee’s done.”

you pour it into two cups, one for him and one for you, making sure to throw in the thousand spoonfuls of sugar he can barely function without. he takes it from you and sips it, closing his eyes appreciatively. “thanks!”

“you’re welcome. gonna head out, okay, baby?”

shoyo winks as he takes your place at the counter. “i’ll have breakfast waiting when you come back.”

keiji is asleep face-down on his desk when you find him, manuscript open on his laptop and cursor blinking. you chuckle and shake his shoulder, setting the fresh cup of tea next to him. “huh?” your husband jumps awake, eyes taking a second to recognize your blurry albeit smiling form, but he gives you a sleepy beam once he recognizes you. “oh, good morning, love.”

“good morning,” you plant a kiss on his forehead and he hums, picking up the tea and sipping it delicately. “did you have a good sleep?”

“terrible, actually. my back hurts.”

you ruffle his hair with one of your hands and reach behind him to lightly massage his back through his tanktop, feeling the curve of his spine and to which he lets out a deep breath at. “maybe if you’d stop working until one am, you could sleep in a normal position and not kill your back,” you tease, although it’s partly a genuine suggestion.

“sorry,” he says sheepishly. “i’ll try not to anymore, love, you know i do.”

“aw, keiji, i was just kidding,” you laugh at the blush that spreads across his face and kiss his cheek, sliding his glasses up onto his face. he blinks, your beautiful face suddenly becoming visible, and he can’t help a lovesick smile. no wonder he got married to you. he feels dizzy with love whenever he sees your eyes.

“want breakfast?” you ask, helping him up. he cracks his back as he stands, and you can’t help admiring all the little details about his appearance—the age marks on his shoulders, the little freckles that litter his chest, the stretch marks on his armpits. you’ve fallen in love with perfection; he hasn’t become any less perfect since you met him all those years ago.

“only if i get to help you make it,” keiji smiles, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “french toast?”

you nod in agreement, kissing his hand, “french toast.”

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Insecurities

Pairing: Nishinoya Yuu x f!reader | Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Feb 1st – “Of course I figured it out. You were always giving me that love-struck gaze. ” + Feb 10th – “How many different ways should I show you I love you?”

Event: Be my Valentine hosted by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

C/W: time-skip!Noya (although it could also work before that), fluff, angst, friends with benefits / friends to lovers

Summary: You are taller than Nishinoya, and that makes you insecure about being with him.

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: It's my first time writing Nishinoya and oh boi was this a journey. Second angsty fic for the event… I’m just in an angsty kinda mood lately, but I promise more fluff is also coming!

I wasn’t sure whether to make the reader female or gender-neutral, but I decided to leave it as female since the stereotype of tall vs short works better this way.

Initials are to name secondary characters. Flashbacks and thoughts (in the present) are in italics.

Three months ago.

“My turn. I dare you to kiss Noya.” T said with a triumphant smile.

“What? But we’re friends!” I whined with disbelief. If that’s where they’re going to go to, I’m leaving, I thought.

“Who said friends can’t kiss?” F added fuel to the fire to my dismay.

“Dude, let it go,” P said, breaking the conversation. “It’s not funny if she doesn’t like him. And there’s just no way she would like him.”

No. No no no no. I looked at Noya, but he had just picked up his drink and was gulping it down.

“Woah there, calm down. No need to drink so fast.” O had been quiet for a while, but was now grabbing at Noya’s arm.

He exhaled and put the empty glass down. I have to say something, do something, but I don’t know what, I thought.

“I’m getting another drink.” He announced and got up to go to the kitchen.

“Ah, bring some more crisps then. They’ve almost run out.” T swayed the mostly empty bowl.

“I’ll bring more snacks,” I quickly said, taking the chance to talk to Noya alone.

“Hey, what about 7 minutes in heaven with him there then?” T wiggled his eyebrows and I was glad I wasn’t holding anything, because I would’ve thrown it at them. Instead, I just ignored T and left.

In the kitchen, Noya had already retrieved a few more cans from the fridge and handed me the bag of crisps that was still on the countertop.

“So, you didn’t jump at them there.” I grabbed the bag and stayed in place.

“I’m not a mad dog. I know when to control myself, and I know picking a fight when your friends are drunk is not productive,” he looked at me and I realized he probably looked the soberest out of all the guys back there.

“Really, even when they were just…making fun of you?” I fiddled with the bag, debating whether to open it then and there, just to do something, to lower the awkwardness levels.

“Yeah well, it’s no big deal.” Noya just shrugged, massaging his neck.

“It is to me. They are… wrong.” The word sounded harsh and thick when it left my mouth. “I… actually like you, Noya.” My voice was so soft for fear we would be heard, it embarrassed me more than the actual confession.

“Yeah, I know.” He wasn’t looking at me.

“You know? But I don’t mean as friends, I…”

“Of course I figured it out. You were always giving me that love-struck gaze. ” Noya finally looked at me, and the intensity of his gaze paired with his words made me want to run away.

“Psshh, love-struck gaze? What love-struck gaze? You wish.” I opened the bag of crisps to prove something. What, I don’t know.

“Yeah, I did. And it came true.” He… did?

“So were you…” implying that you had wished I liked you so that must mean you also like me right? Right. My brain was a mess, but I felt nervous enough without asking for clarification. I chewed on a crisp to buy time to calm down. “Saving face in front of me or something? I wouldn’t have judged you if you barked at them.”

“Nah. It’s because I knew that I could stay calm. Maybe you make me a better person already.” The unexpected compliment – if I could call it that – made me feel a new wave of adrenaline rushing through my body. I ate another crisp and focused on chewing it properly. Noya started fiddling with the cap of one of the drinks.

“So.” I cleared my throat. “How do you feel about me?” I folded the edge of the bag.

“Oh, right. I like you, of course. I can’t believe I forgot to say it.” Noya looked at me and rubbed his face.

“Yeah, that’s an important piece of information.” I chuckled, feeling my shoulders relaxing.

“You make me nervous, okay?” He dropped his hand and quickly turned around to get the drinks to leave. But I could see the tips of his ears were red.

So even Noya can get nervous…I really wanted to see him blushing.

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Today

“Next in line, please!” I quickly check the screen to see that everything is ready for the next customer before focusing my attention on the person at the other side of the counter.

“Yo.” I wasn’t expecting that greeting.

“Noya? Hey, it’s been a while.”

“Yep, well, I didn’t know you worked the night shift, though.” He breaks the eye contact and looks away, enough for me to snap back into work mode.

“What would you like to order?”

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I roll my neck and wrists a few times. The night shift really is so much different from the afternoon and evening shifts I was used to working. After a bit less than an hour, there’s barely any people left in the restaurant, and no new customers are coming to order anything.

“You’re lucky this weekend does not coincide with a big match.”

I look at R, one of my coworkers for this shift. And that we’re not one of those big fast food places.

“Yeah, I was thinking I may like this more than the other shifts.”

“Oh, don’t be so quick to speak, or drunkards will try to flirt with you and ruin your night.” He makes a gesture and goes back inside to check we have a bit of everything left ready, just in case.

I rub my neck a bit more while checking no one is coming. Nishinoya is still sitting at one of the tables.

“Hey, R?” I wait until I hear what seems to be an affirmative sound. “I’m going to clean a bit.”

I leave the counter area and head to collect some discarded napkins and a forgotten tray. It’s fine, let’s bite the bullet.

“You don’t have anything tonight?” I check there’s no one waiting to be served or walking there before I approach Nishinoya.

“When do you get off your shift?” He quickly turns his phone screen off.

“At midnight.”

“I can wait for you.” Nishinoya checks the time on his phone.

I want to laugh, but my face feels stiff. We haven’t seen each other in weeks, and now he’s… what is he doing?

“Did you want to talk?”

“…you don’t live super close to this place.”

I roll my eyes. He isn’t even looking at me while saying that.

“You’re not my boyfriend.”

Nishinoya looks at me like I’ve slapped him in the face and I sigh. I’m really tired of all this.

“I want to talk.” He says after his gaze is back on the table. “I can wait.”

“Okay.”

I leave the table. Back behind the counter, I can see Nishinoya’s back. He doesn’t move until we’re closing and he has to wait for me outside.

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“You sure you don’t wanna wait for us?” R asks while slipping into his hoodie again. They and the manager live in my direction so we always walk partway together, but I told them I’d leave without them today.

“Yeah, I’ve got… some stuff to take care of.”

“You mean that guy?” R points outside the shop to what seems Nishinoya’s shadow.

I sigh and say goodbye. I don’t like this, but we have to do this at some point. We have mutual friends after all… but the fact that he has been ignoring me for so long…

“Hey,” Nishinoya greets me, the hood of his jacket up.

“Hi.” I start walking away from the shop and he follows me. “You want to go somewhere or are we just walking?”

“It’s not like we can speak at a bar at this time.” His voice sounds somewhat hoarse and I wonder if it’s the cold or the fact that I haven’t heard it in so long, but I feel too warm for February.

“So.” I twist my torso to look at him, and we make eye contact. “You wanted to talk.”

He doesn’t say anything for a while.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Us.”

I sigh and can faintly see it under the street lights.

“You didn’t come to see me tonight.” It almost sounds like a question now that I’ve said it, but I have no doubts in my mind. He doesn’t say anything. “You stopped coming during my shifts. If I hadn’t been there tonight, then-”

“But you were there, okay?” Nishinoya interrupts and his voice sounds loud in the empty street. “And now we’re speaking. Can we please focus on the now?”

“Yeah, sure.” My voice sounds smaller and more carefree than I intended to.

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes out husky.

“What for?”

“Not replying to your texts and not coming to see you. I had to find out… well, it’s just an excuse, that doesn’t change the fact that this silence was wrong.”

I try to focus on the feeling of my hands in my pockets, because if I pay attention to the knot in my throat, I’ll cry.

“Well… I wasn’t exactly great the last time we saw each other either.” It almost hurts to speak, with the way my throat is clenching. Before I can’t help it, the images are filling my mind.

I plop down next to Noya, who is now resting on his elbows scrolling through his phone.

“Oh, wow, I leave for the toilet and you’ve already replaced me.”

“What? No.” He doesn’t look at me. I turn to him and peek.

“So that’s the type of woman you like?” There were some pictures of girls and couples.

“Don’t be stupid, you’re the type of woman I like.”

“Yeah? And what are you doing?”

“Trying to find evidence that tall girls can be out and proud dating short guys.”

Ugh. Again?

“What’s wrong with what we have now?”

“You’re not happy. That’s what’s wrong.” He places the phone face down on the mattress.

“Noya, I’m plenty happy.”

“Uh, yeah? You don’t look happy not holding my hand in front of our friends.”

“I- I’m shy, okay? It wouldn’t matter if you were taller.”

“You say that but I bet you’re thinking you being shorter would matter.”

“Noya.”

I sigh. A lot of our conversations have included the same topic lately. Maybe he’s finally facing me to tell me he is tired of it, of the way I’ve acted, of me caring more about some stupid outward appearance instead of how I feel about him. But the problem is, stupid beliefs can corner you just the same.

“I don’t know if you’ll accept this after me being so…distant, but I want to keep doing what we do. Be it just being friends or dating in secret or whatever, I don’t care. I like you.” His voice sounds clearer now, like a weight has been lifted, maybe, between us.

That’s what I’d like to imagine.

“I don’t want to give up on you just because I thought I couldn’t show the world I like you. Which brings me to a question.” Nishinoya looks at me like he’s pleading. I don’t like that look on him. “Would it be okay if, let’s say… I pretended to have one-sided feelings for you? And hear me out before complaining!”

Pretend?

“If I got you right, you don’t want others to know we’re dating. I mean, that we’re together. Not that I think we’re dating. We’re just… hanging. Yeah. But you don’t want others to know. Right?”

“Well, yeah.” I don’t see where he’s going with this, and it makes me uncomfortable.

“So, to the world, right now, we’re just friends who aren’t attracted to each other, right?”

I nod.

“What if I told the world I like you, just me. I like you, and it’s totally one-sided, you don’t have feelings for me. Would that be okay?”

“Why would you want to do that?” It sounds so lonely it almost hurts.

“Well, what if by doing that, I could get our friends used to the idea of us?”

I laugh bitterly. So he’s not backing away after all.

“They won’t get used to it. They’ll just make fun of you.”

“At first, yes. But with time… maybe they would even support my one-sided feelings.”

I sigh, my mind spinning.

“Look, genius, let’s say your plan works, okay? Then what? We would need to either come clean and say we were lying, that we had been together for a while, or pretend for the rest of our lives.”

The rest of our lives. Nishinoya suddenly jumps while I’m still hearing the words in my mind. He lands in front of me, making me stop.

“That. That right there is why I just can’t let it go. I can’t let you go, not when you say stuff like for the rest of our lives.”

“I was exaggerating. You know I exaggerate all the time.”

“Yeah, like you exaggerate with our height difference.”

“Noya.”

“Why don’t you tell me you don’t want to be with me, then? Just go ahead and break my heart and I’ll leave you, free to find someone who is taller than you. Or at least your height.” His hands fly around him while he speaks, and suddenly drop when he’s done.

“You know height is not what I value in other people.”

“Yeah? Then stop letting it consume you!” Nishinoya raises his voice, and a dog starts barking inside one of the nearby apartments. He hides his chin under the collar of his jacket.

I start walking again. I don’t want someone shouting from their balcony about us making a racket at night.

“How many different ways should I show you I love you?”

I almost miss the words over the sound of my footsteps. Nishinoya hasn’t moved, and his voice reaches me from behind like a prayer muttered under his breath.

That sends my heart spiralling against the walls I had built so carefully between us, walls that hadn’t been there before. I miss not having these walls.

I hear his footsteps, but he doesn’t come into sight. I can feel him near me, and I want to turn around and soak in his expression, his body, him, him, him.

“And I love you, okay? I’m sick of having to hide it, of toning it down. Is it that bad to want to show the world that I love you?” His voice is so soft it’s almost a whisper, but for some reason, I can perfectly make out each word he says. “Because I bet you want to show the world you at least like me too.”

Of course I want to! I want to scream. I want to cry. And I don’t want to just show them I like you, Noya, I want to show them I love you. I want to stop being so scared of anybody looking at me, seeing me, being there, a nuisance for everybody to step over. But I’m just so tired. I’m so tired of worrying about not overstepping any boundaries. Worrying about being ordinary, not sticking out so that I am not hammered down, so that I can protect myself. But I’m suffocating inside this tiny space I’m supposed to live in. Am I even existing?

And Noya. Noya just, doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about what they think, about how loud and obnoxious he is, he doesn’t care if he veers off the path, he just exists so wildly true to himself I-

“Why would I have to give you up to some other guy who just has a bit more bone than me?” Noya gets in front of me, his eyes an indescribable mixture of determination and softness. “Some guy who sees the world from your perspective or above yours? That’s nothing. Nothing.” He looks away, readjusting his stance.

“And you know what, I- I’ve read things. Online.” His eyebrows furrow a little, and he looks into my eyes. “I may not fully understand it, but maybe I do. And who says you should occupy less space than I do? I don’t want some small girl. I want you, and fuck, I want you to take up even more space.” His tone is harsh now, almost a growl.

“And who the fuck cares what some strangers think? Who the fuck cares what our friends think? If they mind, we’ll find new friends. Friends who don’t see you as less of a female because you’re tall. Friends who don’t see me as less of a male because I’m short. Not that I think our friends are that close-minded, though.” Noya holds my gaze, and I feel something changing.

I know I’ve heard those arguments over a million times, but for some reason, it feels like I’m listening to the words for the first time.

“I don’t have anything else, okay? I’m just a guy, I cannot convince you, but I can at least try to make you understand-” He looks down and starts kicking invisible pebbles.

“Noya.”

“-that I, I love you, okay? And that’s what you should worry about! You should worry-”

“Nishinoya.”

“-about how I’m showing you that I love you, and that’s it. And if you have any other complaints then I-” He keeps blabbering on.

“Yuu.”

“I- did you just…?” He looks up, his face confused and hopeful, like someone who wins a prize they didn’t think they had a chance at.

“Yuu,” I repeat, looking into his eyes.

“Ah, o-okay…” I know him enough to know his ears must be bright red under the hood.

“I’ll… work through it.” I begin saying. “I’m… still not ready to… date you publicly, okay?” I exhale and my breath pools around my face. “And I know… it’s been really shitty of me to be like this, because literally you’ve done nothing wrong, but I’m scared and- I’ll need time.”

“So we’re still…?”

“Together? Yeah.”

He lets out a joyous scream, and I could worry about the neighbours again, but I really don’t care. Because I made him scream with happiness. My eyes sting.

Like a wave, my feelings crash into me. I’ve missed him for so long, seeing him smiling this big at me has me speechless. I close the distance between us, because if I cannot express it in words, I know a better way to let Noya know how I feel.

I reach for his face and his smile wavers, but he’s quickly pulling at my clothes and kissing me with the same intensity I am pressing my lips against his. His lips are warm and soft and I feel so at home I don’t know how I survived without him for weeks.

I pull away and Noya chuckles. He pushes me gently and I smile at him. It feels good to be back to normal. Or rather, it feels good to be starting something new with him.

He offers me his hand and I take it without hesitation, intertwining our fingers. We resume walking, and I suddenly feel like running, or laughing, or both.

“So.” Noya squeezes my hand, and his thumb rubs over mine. “How should I show you I love you?”

“What?”

“I wasn’t just bluffing. I want to show you how serious I am. No matter how many attempts or different ways it takes, I want to support you best I can.”

“I don’t know, maybe you could start by kissing me again?” I already miss the touch of his lips over mine. Maybe my addiction to Noya is kicking back again.

“Easy peasy.” He jokes, but he quickly walks in front of me. “Uh… you’re not scared of the neighbours seeing us?”

“I’m shaking inside. But it’s all good. I need to change, don’t I?” And we already kissed once, my brain reminds me.

“I can change with you.” He boops my nose gently with his index finger.

“Oh, no. Please don’t.”

The kiss we share swallows my smile whole, but it gives me something much better.

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Bonus (in the future)

“I have something to tell you guys.” I see all our friends look at me weird.

“What, you’re quitting that shitty part-time job of yours?” T almost barks at me.

“Um, no, thanks for the gratuitous attack.” I chuckle and shake my head. I am ready. It’s fine. “Nishinoya and I are… well, dating.”

“Mmm, thought so.” F casually says, filling the silence.

“What?” Noya looks incredulous.

“Well, I thought it was weird Nishinoya was always looking at you like he was an animal in mating season or something, and then one day, he stopped doing it.” F shrugs their shoulders, like there’s some clear logic in what they just said.

I feel the sweat in my palms it’s nothing compared to how my entire body feels now. He used to what?

“Hey! I didn’t look at her like that.” Noya spits the words, almost jumping from his seat on the couch.

“Oh, sure you didn’t.” F rolls their eyes. “There’s no need to deny it, I didn’t ask what you guys were doing behind closed doors to quench that thirsty look in your eyes.” They take a quick sip from their drink while the room erupts in laughter.

Really? They’re going to joke like that?

“Well, now that you’ve told us,” O clears their throat, “it’s not hard to imagine you two guys together. You actually make a great couple.”

So… they don’t think it’s weird at all?

“I’m kinda pissed you got together before I bounced back, not gonna lie.” P avoids looking at us while they talk.

“Hey, are you gonna start ditching us to hang out alone?” T points a finger at us. Everybody laughs and Noya waves with his hand, shaking his head.

The only thing I’ll be ditching from now is more fears.

I notice Noya looking at me from across the room. He winks at me. I’m in love with this moment.

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A/N: I spent 50% of the time writing this feeling weird about using first-person pov instead of second person, but after that, now I actually enjoy it. I may write more x reader in first person from now on.

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“Dance with me”, he mumbled against your ear, hand coming up to wrap around your waist,

“I’m washing these”, you tried to fight off the smile making its way on your face.

“I’ll finish them, just dance with me for a second”, leaning down he pressed a kiss against your neck, turning the water off you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him sway you around the kitchen.

“so why are we dancing?”, threading your hands through his hair you studied his face,

“I have to have a reason to dance with the love of my life?”, leaning in he kissed behind your ear,

“you’re such a sap”, he laughed, bringing your body in closer,

“Only for you”,

“I bet you tell all your mistresses that”, looking at you he rolled his eyes,

“Sh just let me love you”

osamu, iwaizumi, bokuto, sugawara, atsumu, suna

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