persuasion || haikyuu (one - shots)

nishinoya || confession

         prompt: nishinoya is asked to deliver a confession to [name].

        "n- nishinoya?" a girl from his class stutters. he looks over at her. she's holding a letter decorated with pink hearts and her name is proudly displayed on top of the letter.

        is it? could it be? my first confession letter?

        he jumps up energetically and yelps, "i'm nishinoya yuu!"

        the girl smiles. "you're on the same volleyball team as [l/n] senpai, right?"

        nishnoya's smile stays on his face, though on the inside he is twitching with irritation. of course, it's his first possible confession letter and that pretty boy has to ruin it even when he's not in the vicinity

        "yeah," nishinoya says warily. "i'm a libero, which is the coolest position, y'know?"

        "i heard senpai looks hot in his volleyball uniform," she murmurs.

        nishinoya thinks about it. he thinks about the way [name]'s hair gets slightly tousled, giving him a rugged appearance. he has a slender figure, a little on the skinny side but when he leans over and places his hands on his knees to catch his breath nishinoya can see he definitely fills out there.

        nishinoya realizes that [name] does look hot in his uniform. this fact bothers him greatly.

        "so, um," the girl blushes and practically shoves the letter in his face. "please give this to him!" then, she runs out of the classroom.

        nishinoya looks down at the letter. it's adorned with hearts that are different shades of pink, red, and purple. he doesn't even want to open the letter, already knowing what's going to be on the inside.

        on the way to the volleyball gym, nishinoya's hand accidentally slips and the letter falls into the trash can. just to be sure nobody would find it, he dumps a bunch of paper balls on top of it to hide it.

        then, he goes to the gym, oddly quiet.

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        "you've been suspiciously quiet," the person on his mind, [name] observes.

        "huh?" nishinoya asks, startled. "i was just thinking about something. . ."

        "don't tell me you were thinking about me?" [name] teases, poking his cheek.

        "how do you reject confessions?" nishinoya murmured. "when a girl asks you out, you have to consider yourself lucky!"

        "well, why would i want to be with someone i don't know?" [name] says as if it's the simplest thing in the world. "people i've never seen before confess to me just cause they like how i look."

        nishinoya never thought about it that way. "i mean, what if someone confesses to you because they like how you look and your personality?"

        "well, then, if i liked them back, i would accept their confession."

        "this girl confessed to you today," nishinoya mutters. [name] takes his volleyball shirt off and throws on his school clothes. nishinoya's face reddens and he averts his eyes.

        "i didn't get any confessions today," [name] states in confusion.

        "she told me to tell you," nishinoya lies. he didn't want to tell [name] about the letter, because then he would ask where it was and nishinoya was not prepared for that conversation.

        "you probably thought it was for you, huh?" [name] snickers as nishinoya growls at him.

        "i've never been on a date before," nishinoya randomly says, observing [name].

        [name] chuckles. "it's kinda obvious, yuu."

        nishinoya realizes [name] is useless and can't get a hint, so he makes a move to go out of the locker room.

        "you wanna go on one?" [name] suddenly asks, still facing the lockers. "a date. with me."

        "i - i mean, if you insist," nishinoya says in amazement as he stares at [name]'s back.

        "it's your choice," [name] says, a hint of teasing in his tone. "if you don't want to, we don't have to."

        "well, i might as well," nishinoya says nonchalantly, trying to appear unaffected.

        [name] smiles at him.