Only For You | Nishinoya Yuu x Reader

"What the hell?!" The 5'2 volleyball player screamed out as heavy raindrops fell from the once sunny sky.

Noya was just walking home from his usual volleyball practice, the sky sunny and clear of any clouds. When suddenly, the it turned black and heavy raindrops fell from the once clear sky.

To avoid getting even more drenched than he already was, Noya took cover under the roof of the nearby conscience store. He sighed as he continued to wait for the shower to end, deciding to maybe buy something while he did. As he was about to walk through the automatic doors, he heard the splashing of footsteps heading towards him.

Turning around he noticed it was non other then (f/n), a friend he had known for years and had developed a slight crush on. Remembering his gelled hair was now flat, he quickly attempted to grab the small jar of gel from his satchel to fix it as best he could.

He did not want you seeing him this way, not ever. He forbid it! 

Panic taking over his small form, he continued to dig through his bag until he finally found his treasure, only to have it slip through his fingers and onto the wet pavement. As he was about to bend down and pick it to his flat tresses, you swiftly picked it up, handing it to him with your signature smile.

"Here," you started, before blinking as you realized who was before you. "Eh? Noya? I didn't even notice it was you with your hair down like that."

Noya quickly turned around, a tint of pink tainting his cheeks, his small back now facing you, "don't look at me! I don't want you to see me this way..." He mumbled the last half, clutching the jar of gel rather tightly. But you were close enough that you heard his quiet mumbling.

 He wanted to always seem taller to you. He didn't want you to see his true height. Although you were the same height as him. But he ways thought you would think less of him. Him as a man. And you knew this, you knew he felt conscious of his height. But his height was never an issue to you. 

"Noya, you don't have to feel shy or embarrassed. I think you look really cute and handsome with your hair down." You stepped closer to the two-toned teen before planting a soft, sweet kiss onto his damp cheeks. "You should keep it down more often."

His embarrassed blush, quickly turned to a a deeper flustered one. He slowly touched his cheek, looking over at you in disbelief.

"Oh look! The rain stopped," you smiled stepping out into the once again sunny evening.

Noya watched as you were bathed in the sunlight, making your eyes and damp (h/c) hair glisten in the white light. "(F/n)..."

You hummed in response, questioningly turning towards the volleyball player, suddenly feeling something warm and soft roughly crash onto your lips. Your eyes blinked in utter shock as you registered what had happen. Noya, the libero you had a crush on for the longest while, was kissing you. YOU!

He slowly pulled away, leaning towards your ear, whispering, "I'll only keep my hair down for you."