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i've got your back. | nishinoya yuu

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"Where else does it hurt?"

"Right here.."

Nishinoya proceeded to point at the area where he had gotten a bruise. You clicked your tongue, but you didn't say anything. Instead, you took out the ointment and carefully applied it gently, your fingers delicately moving across his bruise. It hurt. It hurt a little bit, and Nishinoya had to bite his lip so he wouldn't make any noise. But at the same time, it was comforting. Your touch—you were so cautious not to hurt him, treating him like a delicate glass that could break any moment. After you had finished applying the ointment, you then took an elastic bandage and wrapped it around the bruised area to reduce the pain.

It was still painful, but he decided not to mention it. You did so much for him already.

"That all?" You said, raising a brow at him. Something about Nishinoya was odd today. He was quiet. He was usually loud and filled with life, and as much as you hated the obnoxious out-bursts, you weren't going to deny the fact that you didn't miss it. His usual loud self would always bring a smile to your face, or even make you laugh; it was much more better when he was loud. But he wasn't loud today. He was quiet; too quiet for your own comfort. The time when he's quiet was when he's playing a match or practicing volleyball. There was no match. And practice just ended.

"Yeah," He nods his head, looking at his leg. It seemed good enough. "Thanks."

"You're really quiet today," You then mentioned. Nishinoya looked up at you, blinking owlishly. You crossed your arms, a small frown on your face. "Does it still hurt? Your bruises will heal in no time. Don't think much about it. Just be more careful next time, okay?" No, that's not it. You don't understand. "And I know I'm no expert when it comes to taking care of people, but I'll always be there to help you out. Experienced or inexperienced. Doesn't really matter; I'll be at your back."

No. I'm supposed to help you out.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

After you placed the first aid kit box on its rightful place, you took a seat on the bed next to him. He scooted further to give you space. You muttered a quiet 'Thank you,' and looked at him, your attention solely focused on him and him only. He felt special when you looked at him. He felt like he was the only person that only mattered in your life, but he knew well that it wasn't true. He wasn't that stupid. He knew, that other people in your life, were important too. Probably much more important than him.

"I still like you," His voice was soft. "I still like you, [Name]."

"Noya.." It's been a while since you used that name on him; the word felt foreign in your lips, but you liked it. You missed calling him that. There was a solemn look on your face, and Nishinoya noticed it. Your eyes told him something, but he wasn't quite sure what it was trying to say. No matter how much he stared at your eyes, he just couldn't figure it out. "You know—"

"—I know," He quickly interjected. "I know."

"Sorry," You were. You really were. You wanted to say more, but those were the only words that came out of your mouth. Sorry. You wanted to tell him that you were sorry that you couldn't return his feelings. You wanted to say sorry for breaking his joyous heart that was ever-filled with happiness and excitement. But nothing came out of your lips. Nothing. You could only place your hand over his and squeeze it gently, wordlessly telling him that you were sorry for everything.

"It's okay," He was lying to himself. "I knew you'd say that."

You held your breath. But you suddenly realized that you needed to inhale oxygen to live, so you started breathing again.

"You should go to home," You then told him. "I'm going home, too."

"Can I walk you home?" His eyes were those of someone who still had a light of hope, despite the darkness that surrounded them.

"Okay." That was it. You didn't say anything more than that. But that was enough for Nishinoya. He slid himself off the bed and grabbed for his uniform jacket, and then walked started walking beside you. You were slightly taller than him. It was almost obvious. Almost. He had to fight the overwhelming urge to hold your hand and intertwined it with his. Secretly, he would brush his hands against yours from time to time to let you know that he was beside you. He always was beside you.

This time, he was going to protect you properly. This time, he'd watch you behind his back.

He was your guardian, after all.
sorry noya i'll write something fluffy for you next time....

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Gorgeous - I'm usually not the one to comment on short stories but I couldn't help myself on this one. The way you used your descriptions were flawless, your writing technique is beautiful. I nearly cried when I read the last sentence. I can't wait to read more like these!