Haikyuu!! Seven Minutes in Heaven
“Shimizu-san, you look so pretty,” Nishinoya said, completely ignoring you and fawning over your friend. You held in a sigh of annoyance and walked over to the couch, sitting down next to Yachi. Shimizu was wearing a cute, floral-print dress with pink and red flowers against a clean white background. It had spaghetti straps and ended just above her knees, and she looked especially beautiful in it. You had also tried to look nice, but how could anyone compare to Shimizu? You were dressed in a butterfly-sleeved lavender crop top, paired with black ripped skinny jeans. You had let your hair fall in natural waves over your shoulders, and applied a little bit of lipgloss. That was practically an evening gown compared to what you usually wore, but Nishinoya only had eyes for Shimizu. You had known this ever since you met him, but you still couldn’t help falling in love with the spiky-haired libero.
Yachi noticed your annoyance and watched you sympathetically. “Y/n, why don’t you go first? It might help you move on.”
You were about to decline, but realized that you might as well. It’s not like you had anyone to be faithful to.
You reached into the pile of paper on the floor, some of them crumpled and others folded neatly. You pulled out one of the folded papers, unfolded it, and read the number. “Four,” you said, looking around expectantly.
“That’s me,” yelled Nishinoya, jumping away from Shimizu and scurrying into the closet.
You sent a look of desperation at Yachi. How much worse could your situation get? You were about to spend seven minutes inside a locked closet with the person you loved who was in love with someone else. She merely shrugged her shoulders and led you to the closet, steering you by your shoulders. “Come on, y/n. You can do this,” she said supportively, before throwing you into the dark closet.
“Hey! Yachi, wai-” you called, hoping to talk yourself out of your little predicament. You were cut off by the sound of the lock turning, and you now realized that it was hopeless to try to get out. You might as well wait out the seven minutes in silence.
You moved to stand up, but felt a sharp pain shoot through your left ankle as soon as you put any sort of weight on it. A bout of nausea hit you, followed by a fiery pain. “Fuck,” you gasped out, falling back down on your ass.
“Y/n, are you okay?” you heard a familiar voice ask tentatively, a bit of concern and fear in his tone.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I just landed on my ankle funny,” you said, wincing and trying to keep the pain out of your voice.
You tried to stand up again, but the pain worsened. “Shit,” you said, your eyes watering because of the intense hurt.
“Y/n, let me see your ankle,” Noya said. You could hear him scoot closer to you.
You couldn’t exactly move, so you let him lift your foot onto his lap and gently remove your sandals. He probed your ankle with his deft fingers, and pushed gently enough so that it didn’t make a difference to the pain that you were already feeling. “I think it’s broken. I can’t totally tell in the dark, but I think there’s some swelling and I could sort of feel the break.”
He then noticed the tears glistening on your cheeks in the dim light coming through the tiny cracks in the closet. “Does it hurt that much?” he asked, fear in his voice. He knew that you wouldn’t try to make a big deal out of nothing, which meant that your injury was pretty bad.
“Oh, it’s fine. I’m just being dramatic, sorry,” you said, your throat thick with tears. This pain was unlike what you’d experienced before, and it was not something you enjoyed.
Nishinoya, as adorable and childish as he was, began to fear for your life. “Y/n, if you’re going to die, I need to confess something,” he said, actual tears glittering in his eyes.
You were about to tell him that you weren’t going to die, but you really wanted to hear what he had to say, so you let him continue. “Y/n, I-I love you,” he said, looking away and blushing with tears running down his face like a trickling waterfall.
“Nishinoya, I’m not going to die,” you said, managing a weak chuckle. “But for the record, I love you too. I just have one question.”
“Y-Yeah?” he said, overcome by shock that you actually returned his feelings in the same way.
“Why the hell do you compliment Shimizu so much if you say that you love me?” you asked, your tone a little demeaning.
“W-Well, I did that as first because, you know, I actually believed it, but then I saw you, and I fell in love. I knew that I’d have no chance with you, so I figured I’d try to keep my feelings for Shimizu intact as much as possible,” said the spiky-haired libero.
“O-Oh, okay,” you replied.
Nishinoya started scooting even closer to you, and you sort of sat there without moving. Finally, he was pressed up against your side and you could visibly see the red tint covering his face. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but decided against it and closed it. He brought his face down closer to yours, and your heartbeat grew at an erratic rate and your eyes widened in anticipation. Nishinoya lowered his lips to yours in an awkward but sweet kiss, one that you sort of sank into. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of your full, pink lips on his, and kissed him back tentatively. Just when your kissing was getting more heated, the closet opened and Tanaka peeked in. “Well, well, well. Let’s keep it PG, people,” he said, opened the door more.
Before you could attempt to stand up on your own, Nishinoya picked you up bridal-style. It was actually fairly easy for him, since you were, believe it or not, shorter than the libero. “Aw, how cute,” Yachi said, marveling at the sight.
“Actually, we should probably get her to the hospital. Her ankle’s not looking very good,” said Noya, looking down at your foot.
“WHAT?!” everyone yelled as they looked at your immensely swollen, black and blue foot.
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