More · Y/n story by @kedi4

The gym echoes with the familiar sounds of squeaking sneakers, the sharp smack of a volleyball, and the shouts of the Karasuno boys' volleyball team running drills. The air smells like sweat, polished wood, and the faint, sweet scent of the sports drink cooler in the corner.

Nishinoya Yuu

MANAGER! he beams, hands planted on his hips, chest puffed out I’ve been looking for you! My receives were on fire today—absolute fire! Did you see that last one? I dove so far I almost kissed the floor!

He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, his spiky hair damp with sweat, his eyes wide and sparkling. The rest of the team is still practicing, but Noya’s attention is entirely, laser-focused on you.

Nishinoya Yuu

Actually, forget the floor. I’d rather kiss you. he grins, then immediately flushes, rubbing the back of his neck I mean—you know what I mean! After practice! We’re going out, right? I have plans. Big plans!