#noya fluff

​it started with a simple, standard-issue nishinoya yū proclamation—the kind that usually involved him vibrating at a frequency high enough to shatter glass. he was leaning against the gym doors, sweat glistening on his forehead like a halo made of pure athletic exertion, looking at you with eyes that held the intensity of a dying star.

​“y/n! if i don’t get a perfect receive today, i’m going to exile myself to the mountains and live as a hermit with only the crows for company!”

​to anyone else, this was just tuesday. to nishinoya, it was a dramatic flair meant to show off his fiery resolve. but to you—a girl whose brain functioned like a web browser with eighty-four tabs open, all of them playing a different song—it was a logistical nightmare.

​your heart did a frantic tap-dance against your ribs. exile? the mountains? you immediately began calculating the cost of high-altitude camping gear and whether or not you could get a wifi signal in the japanese alps just to make sure he didn't accidentally eat a poisonous berry.

​“the mountains?” you whispered, your voice trembling as your imagination painted a vivid, horrifying picture of nishinoya wrestling a bear for a single acorn. “but yū, you don’t even like cold weather. and what about your hair? the humidity up there will ruin the gel! you’ll be a flat-haired hermit! is this because of the serve i missed catching for you yesterday? i’m so sorry, please don’t leave society!”

​nishinoya froze. he had expected a laugh, or maybe a “do your best!” instead, he saw your pupils dilating and your hands shaking as you reached for your phone to check the ten-day forecast for mt. fuji.

​panic, a physical and unruly beast, clawed its way up his throat. he hadn’t meant to send you into a spiral; he just wanted to look cool! seeing you distressed was like watching a kitten fall into a puddle—it was physically painful, a direct strike to his soul that made him want to fight the very air for upsetting you.

​“no, no, no! y/n! i was joking! i love society! i love electricity! i love you—i mean, i love your support!” he scrambled toward you, his sneakers squeaking like a frantic pod of dolphins. “don’t cry! if you cry, the world will actually end. the tectonic plates will shift and we’ll all be swallowed by the earth! i’ll stop it! i’ll hold the ground together with my bare hands!”

​“you’ll be crushed!” you wailed, your overthinking brain now pivoting to the literal collapse of the earth’s crust. “you can’t hold up a tectonic plate, yū, the physics don’t support it! you’re only five-foot-two, the leverage is all wrong!”

​nishinoya yū was, by all accounts, a simple man. he liked volleyball, garigari-kun popsicles, and the way you looked when you tucked a stray hair behind your ear. but more than that, he was a man possessed. he was a devotee at the altar of your existence. every time you spoke, he felt like he was being struck by lightning, and he was more than happy to stand in the storm.

​but his tendency for theatricality was currently his greatest enemy. he was a man of extremes, and you were a woman of extreme interpretations.

​he spent the next three days in a state of high-alert desperation. he watched you from across the classroom, his heart performing a violent circus act in his chest. he noticed the way you chewed on your bottom lip when you were thinking too hard—probably worrying about his “impending exile”—and it made him want to run through a brick wall just to distract you.

​i have to fix this, he thought, gripping his desk so hard the wood groaned in protest. i have to give her something so solid, so undeniable, that she can’t possibly overthink it into a catastrophe.

​he consulted tanaka, which was his first mistake.

​“just tell her she’s the sun,” tanaka suggested, flexing a bicep. “and without her, you’re just a cold, dark planet spinning into the abyss.”

​nishinoya’s eyes lit up. “the abyss! that’s poetic! that’s powerful!”

​“no!” he corrected himself a second later, hitting his forehead against the locker. “no, if i say ‘abyss,’ she’ll start worrying about black holes and the heat death of the universe. she’ll start googling how to build a rocket ship to save me. i need to be... gentle. but also legendary.”

​he was so far gone for you that his dreams were just loops of you smiling at him. he was a man starving for your affection, a castaway on an island where the only sustenance was the sound of your laugh. he was desperate to be the person who calmed the storm in your head instead of the one who accidentally summoned the clouds.

​the opportunity came after practice on friday. the sky was a bruised purple, streaked with gold—the kind of sunset that felt like it was waiting for something important to happen.

​you were sitting on the bench outside the gym, your brows knitted together as you stared at a notebook. nishinoya approached you with the caution of someone trying to disarm a bomb made of feelings.

​“y/n,” he said, his voice unusually soft.

​you looked up, eyes wide. “yū! i’ve been researching. if you do decide to go to the mountains, i’ve found a brand of thermal socks that are rated for sub-zero temperatures. and i think if we practice your receives for another four hours tonight, we can mitigate the risk of exile by at least sixty-eight percent.”

​nishinoya’s heart shattered into a million glittering pieces. you were so precious. you were taking his ridiculous hyperbole and turning it into a survival plan. he felt a surge of devotion so strong it threatened to lift him off his feet.

​he sat down next to you, his thigh pressing against yours. he could feel you vibrating with anxiety, your mind spinning a thousand miles a minute.

​“y/n, look at me,” he commanded, but it wasn't the loud bark of a libero. it was the plea of a boy who was utterly, hopelessly underwater for the girl beside him.

​you turned, and the intensity in his eyes made your internal monologue screech to a halt. for a moment, the tabs in your brain stopped loading.

​“i say a lot of stupid things,” he began, his hand reaching out to cover yours. his palm was calloused and warm, an anchor in your sea of ‘what-ifs.’ “i say i’ll fight gods for you. i say i’ll jump off buildings. and i know that makes your brain go into emergency mode because you actually care if i live or die.”

​“i care a lot,” you whispered, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm.

​“i know. and that’s why i’m the luckiest guy in the history of this entire rotting planet,” nishinoya said, his grip tightening just a fraction. he was leaning in now, his scent—a mix of laundry detergent and pure adrenaline—enveloping you. “but i need you to stop thinking for one second. i need you to listen to my heart, because it’s currently trying to beat its way out of my ribs to get closer to you.”

​you blinked, your breath hitching. “yū?”

​“i’m not going to the mountains. i’m stayin’ right here. because being without you would be like trying to play volleyball without a ball—it’s pointless, it’s boring, and i’d just be standing around looking like an idiot.”

​he took a deep breath, his face flushing a deep, radiant red. he looked like he was about to jump out of his skin, yet he didn't pull away.

​“i love you, y/n. not in a ‘the world is ending’ way, but in a ‘i want to share my popsicles with you every single day’ way. i’m completely, terrifyingly in love with you. you’re my center of gravity. if you’re with me, i’m never going to get lost in the mountains or anywhere else.”

​the silence that followed was the first quiet moment your brain had experienced in years. the overthinking didn’t have a foothold here. how could it? he was right there, solid and vibrating with a sincerity so loud it drowned out every doubt.

​you looked at him—really looked at him—at the fierce set of his jaw and the way he was looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

​“you... you aren’t just saying that because you want me to stop worrying about the socks?” you asked, a tiny, hopeful smile tugging at your lips.

​nishinoya let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob of relief. he lunged forward, not to tackle you, but to pull you into a hug so tight you could feel every muscle in his back with your palms. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

​“forget the socks, y/n! i’ll wear them if you want, but only if you’re the one putting them on me!” he barked into your shoulder, his hands shaking with the sheer force of his adoration. “i’m obsessed with you! i’m a goner! i’ve been yours since the first time you brought me a water bottle and told me to be careful! please, just tell me i can stay.”

​you wrapped your arms around him, the chaos in your head finally settling into a warm, humming melody. you felt the weight of his devotion, a heavy and beautiful thing that anchored you to the earth.

​“you can stay,” you murmured, squeezing him back. “but you have to promise—no more talk about exiling yourself. my heart can’t take the logistics.”

​nishinoya pulled back just enough to look at you, his grin wide and blindingly bright, a lighthouse in the dark. he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally, a lingering, sweet-as-sugar kiss to your lips that made your toes curl inside your shoes.

​he pulled away, his eyes sparkling with a renewed, manic energy. “fine! no mountains! from now on, i’ll only promise things i can actually do—like winning every single game for you and making sure you never have to think about anything other than how much i adore you!”

​he jumped up, pumping a fist into the air, his voice echoing across the quiet school grounds.

​“HEAR THAT, WORLD? Y/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND! I HAVE OFFICIALLY PEAKED AS A HUMAN BEING!”

​you laughed, a real, unburdened sound, watching him celebrate as if he’d just won the national championship single-handedly. for the first time, you didn't worry about the noise complaints or the property damage his excitement might cause; you just leaned back and let yourself be loved by the human equivalent of a supernova.

n: well, i hope i did this request right. i feel like i lean into exaggerations too much but it’s my fav thing to do :3

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“yeah,” you agree breathlessly. 

noya pulls his keys out of his pocket and you raise an eyebrow. 

“well, are you gonna drive?” he asks pointedly and you roll your eyes playfully. “that’s what i thought.”

it’s just a quick stop at the gas station and a few grocery bags of junk food later and then you’re in noya’s car in the company of nothing but neon signs and traffic lights. 

the car belonged to noya's grandpa, and it’s so old that the radio is a busted, staticky mess. it can only receive cds, but you’re lucky enough that you’ve both saved plenty over the years. 

you pop one in and tap your fingers on the dash to the beat. 

there’s no more cars by now given the combined late hour and remote location, which is good because you have no idea how noya passed his license test. 

eventually he pulls over and into an empty lot that might have used to be a farm, but it’s just grass fields and fences now. 

you twist open a cherry soda and take a swig before offering it to noya. 

he opens his mouth and obediently you try to pour the soda in, but your clumsiness and his fidgeting do not mix. 

noya hunches over coughing and laughing as he chokes and sputters on the soda. 

you’re trying to apologize but you keep dissolving into laughter. 

“what the hell was that?” noya snorts, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. 

“sorry,” you manage to get out between giggles, “my hand slipped.”

“liar,” he narrows his eyes. he gets distracted before he’s finished with his accusations, rummaging around for the bag of snacks. 

he tosses you the blanket and grabs the bags of snacks. 

you wriggle out the open window, climbing onto the roof of the car and spreading the blanket out on. 

yuu laughs as he goes around and climbs up from the back. “you know the doors open, stupid?”

you laugh deviously. “i know.”

you let out a happy sigh, scooting up to let your legs hang over the windshield as you sit on the top of the car. 

you hear the rustling of a plastic bag and turn around to see noya hunched over with his back to you. 

“whatcha got there?”

he peeks over his shoulder with wide eyes. “turn around!”

“what?”

“just turn around,” he urges, “c’mon, just do it.”

you huff and turn back around, looking up at the stars. 

“you better not be peeking!”

“i’m not!”

he makes a ‘hmph’ sound and then there’s some kind of clicking noise. you wonder what the hell he could be doing but then yuu says, “okay, you can turn around.”

you do, swinging your legs back on top of the car and underneath you. your eyes land on yuu. he’s got a big, goofy smile and pink cheeks and in his hands he’s holding a large cupcake piled high with frosting and sprinkles and a singular candle lit in the middle. 

you gasp and burst into a beaming smile at the sight. 

“happy birthday, baby,” he smiles. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

he is such a pouty little baby

bro would be upset even if yall were just in separate classes for like an hour

and if you were gone for a vacation or something... you are in for it

i think that would be at first

he would be super good with long distance, still trying to make sure that you love him, so if that were the case, you wouldnt have to worry about the guilt you would feel for being gone because he would only make you feel that way for the first like day lol

but yeah, if you're apart for like 35 minutes, he would be all pouty and when you come back, he would jump into your arms talking about how much he missed you

to cope, he would definitely just send you memes or hang out with his buddies to keep his mind off of it

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

this man is over the moon for you

when he had a crush on you, the whole flippin volleyball team knew

it was so obvious

i mean, look at how he is around Kiyoko in the show lmao

he would treat you like a god/goddess/deity he loves you so much

he would bring you food to show his love, idk why, but it just feels like he would

he will not hesitate to tell you/show you how much he loves you and will not hesitate to tell other people that you are taken

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

he knows you so well. even if you havent been in the relationship long, he knew you as a friend first, so he knows you super duper well

he knows what can tick you off and what makes you happy

he knows your favorite foods and drinks and your least favorite

you two gossip together all the time, so he also knows what people you like and dislike

in a disagreement, he is super empathetic. he loves you and wants whats best for you and wants you to have everything in the whole wide world, so he knows that understanding you is top priority

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

if you dont already know how to play volleyball, he would absolutely love to teach you!

anything outdoors is a yes for him

hiking, frisbee, picnics, long walks, all an A+ date idea for him

he also loves goofy things

just like getting giant pretzels or going bowling a sucker for it

loves when you go to his games and practices and loves going to support you at whatever you're good at!

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

as said before, this man is creative!

i mean, i would think he's romantic (back to kiyoko lol) but at the same time, i dont think he's a sucker for lovey dovey stuff, y'know?? like romantic dinners and giving flowers sound like a bore to him

he would take you skydiving dude!

like he is super creative

loves planning coo coo crazy stuff with you

definitely not just a regular date fella

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

you make fun of him for being short

you're the dominant one

i mean, he can be, he's good at it, but tbh, you probably have all the power over this little dude

like he worships you, would do anything for you, so like... yeah

you wear the biggest pants in this relationship

but it's pretty equal overall, there just so happen to be Noya goo goo eyes involved

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

YES YES YES HE NEEDS TO SPICE IT UP

its not like he would leave you if you did have a routine, but he would definitely need some fun in the relationship

as long as you're down ofc

like he would take you to some crazy fun stuff

literally cannot stress this enough

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

the only secret i think he would hide is his insecurity

he wants to be this happy guy who never has any problems, but really, he has some deep insecurity that you dont know about

other than that, he shares everything

maybe even overshares lmao

lots of 12 year old boy humor

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

HE IS SUCH A SWEETHEART OMG

okay tbh, he could make it worse by panicking, but it's because he loves you and wants to help you in any way possible

would ask too many questions

once he does take the hint that he may not be helping, he drops everything and sits next to you as you fall into his arms, just getting through it

just having him there is enough

he wouldnt realize it, but his breathing would help you get back on track

you would thank him with a kiss and he would get you any food that you want

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

HECK YEAH HE IS! AND HE DOES

since you support him by coming to volleyball games and practices, he is right behind you supporting you in whatever you do

Tendo never makes you feel bad for doing something wrong and always helps you correct it.

He even gets Ushijima to show you some things too, especially since Tendo's main thing is blocking.

Ushijima's way of explaining volleyball is quite different from Tendo's, but Tendo will quickly explain everything Ushijima said later if you don't get it.

Don't be shy to say if you get confused or are not sure how to do something.

Tendo is really kind about this whole thing and he's super happy that you asked him of all people.

He'll go slower when explaining or demonstrating things if you want and he might ask you if you want him to if he notices that you are struggling even slightly.

Tendo definitely teaches you his song too when you finish and tries to get you to do the little dance he does with it.

Miya Atsumu

ugh he's quite smug when you ask him, but he is a great person to ask.

he's quite eager to teach you volleyball and quickly sets up a time and date for you two to meet up in the gym.

Atsumu makes everything look so easy and smooth when he demonstrates to you.

I'm sorry, but he may chuckle if you mess up horribly.

Don't worry- he won't make fun of you that much, he just thinks you're very cute.

Atsumu teases you so much, but he means well.

He also uses this time teaching you to show off a bit, but you probably don't notice as he passes it off well as just giving you examples of what to do and how to do it.

Osamu and Suna notice and are barely holding back their laughter on the other side of the gym.

Suna is tempted to record this and Osamu now has another thing to mess with his twin about.

You won't be teased too much by the two

Atsumu gets super touchy (if you're okay with it) and he ends up moving your hands when he's teaching you how to set.

let's not even get into how touchy he is with you when he shows you how to serve.

Overall, you learn a lot from Atsumu

especially how much he loves touching you.

Nishinoya Yu

chaos

utter chaos

Nishinoya wants you show you everything and anything.

He loves you and he loves volleyball, so he is more than happy to start teaching you how to play.

One of the first things he does is teach you how to do ⚡Rolling Thunder⚡ because it's his special move and he is very proud of it.

Please excuse the other members of the Karasuno Boys High School Volleyball Team from laughing if they happen to be in the gym with you

. They don't understand the coolness of the ⚡Rolling Thunder⚡

It is not just a rolling receive and Noya is very proud of it, so please don't laugh at him.

If Hinata is there at the gym, Nishinoya will teach you both how to do ⚡Rolling Thunder⚡ because Hinata wanted to learn how to do it before.

Anyway, Noya makes it so much fun and you're laughing a lot during it.

He just wants you to have fun and enjoy something he loves.

You're learning from an excellent libero, so your receiving skills go up a ton even if you struggle at first.