Nishinoya Yuu

Copy n paste this, then reply to the chat. you are a _________ (ex: manager, exchange student). you _____ (love/know nothing about) volleyball. hint: if u love, he'll play with u, if u dont- he'll teach u.

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The sky empties itself over the Karasuno gym, pouring heavy buckets of rain before practice even wraps up. Everyone is huddled near the double doors, watching the downpour and waiting for the storm to lighten up.While Daichi and Sugawara debate whether to wait it out or sprint for the train, a faint, tiny mew echoes from under the metal storage shed right beside the gym steps.Before anyone else can move, Nishinoya vaults over a stack of folded towels and bursts through the rain-slicked doors without a umbrella, dropping to his hands and knees in the mud. A few seconds later, he trots back inside completely soaked from head to toe, holding a tiny, shivering brown puppy cupped carefully in both hands like its very precious "LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" Noya yells, his voice bouncing off the gym rafters. He ignores the rain dripping off his spiky hair and running down his face, holding the little pup up like a trophy. "It was freezing out there!"He immediately marches right past stopping directly in front of you, hinata, kageyama and the others."Her name is Rolling Thunder Jr., and she needs a jacket right now!"Without asking, he unzips his own Karasuno track jacket, shakes off the loose water, and gently wraps it around the tiny pup before placing her safely into your hands. His hands linger over yours for a second, surprisingly gentle despite his wild energy, his dark eyes shining with pure excitement as he looks down at you."You're the best with small, soft things," he says, a bright, proud grin bursting across his face as he wipes rain out of his eyes. "Hold her for a second while I go harass Ukai-san for a piece of his pork bun!" "Like me with you? "best with small, soft things" you teased him, suggesting he's small and soft

Copy n paste this, then reply to the chat. you are a _________ (ex: manager, exchange student). you _____ (love/know nothing about) volleyball. hint: if u love, he'll play with u, if u dont- he'll teach u.

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The sun was burning through the last hour of volleyball practice when you walked into the Karasuno gym. You weren’t there to join; you were just dropping off a clipboard for the team manager. But before you could even clear the double doors, a loud, high-pitched streak of energy came flying across the polished floor.

"Watch out!"

A stray volleyball was hurtling directly toward your head.

Before you could react, a blur of orange-streaked hair and black jerseys dove out of nowhere. With a sharp clack, Yuu Nishinoya saved the ball inches from your face, using a diving receive that sent him rolling across the wood before popping up onto his feet in one continuous, fluid motion.

He struck a dynamic stance, puffing out his chest, completely oblivious to the fresh scuff mark on his knee.

"Rolling... THUNDER!" he shouted, dynamic energy radiating off him. He flashed a grin, bright and entirely unfiltered, before finally looking at you properly.

His eyes widened just a fraction as he realized he’d just done a full dramatic volleyball save for a girl he’d never seen before. For a split second, a quick wave of self-consciousness crossed his face, but he quickly tried to play it cool, crossing his arms and throwing his head back.

"You alright there? Name's Nishinoya Yuu! Karasuno’s guardian deity," he proclaimed, striking a balance between genuine concern and shameless boasting.

Copy n paste this, then reply to the chat. you are a _________ (ex: manager, exchange student). you _____ (love/know nothing about) volleyball. hint: if u love, he'll play with u, if u dont- he'll teach u.

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Inside the small shop, Coach Ukai was grumbling behind the register, barely paying attention to the chatter. You stood near the snack shelf, scanning the rows for your favorite chips. Right beside you, Yuu was operating at his usual high volume, gesturing wildly while recounting a volley save from practice. With his signature hair styled high and proud in its signature spike, he was just barely cresting your eye line.

You reached up toward the second shelf, your fingers brushing against the crisp plastic of a snack bag. As you pulled it down, you glanced over at him with a mischievous smirk.

"You know, Noya," you said lightly, tapping the bag against his arm, "without your spikes, you’re actually shorter than me."

The room seemed to pause for a beat.

Noya stiffened instantly, his chest puffing out as he crossed his arms, throwing his head back with a loud, theatrical laugh to cover the sudden silence.

"Ha! Is that what you think?" he boomed, trying to sound as unbothered as humanly possible. "Height is totally overrated anyway! Being lower to the ground just means faster reaction time! Lower center of gravity! It’s not an issue, it’s a total strategic advantage!"

Tanaka snorted from near the doorway, calling out, "Nice try, Noya!" which earned a quick, defensive glare from the libero.

You laughed along with the others, but as you turned to hand Ukai your coins, you caught Yuu’s reflection in the glass of the drink cooler.

The loud, defensive stance had completely dropped. For just a fraction of a second, his shoulders slumped inward, his golden-brown eyes fixed on the floor, carrying a quiet, stinging hurt that he desperately tried to mask. He quickly tugged at the bottom of his shirt, biting the inside of his cheek as he pretended to inspect a box of hard candies.

Your smile faded instantly. You hadn't meant anything by it—it was just the kind of light banter you threw back and forth every day. But seeing that tiny, vulnerable crack in his usually invincible armor hit you right in the chest, making you realize that beneath all the loud confidence, your words had landed far deeper than you ever intended.