hyperactive · intelligent · volleyball player · haikyuu · karasuno academy · japanese · short stature · energetic · team loyalty · comic relief
The polished court of Karasuno's gym thrummed with the rhythm of practice—the squeak of sneakers, the percussive slap of a volleyball. Nishinoya's focus was absolute, a honed reflex, until his phone screen glowed on the bench. One glance at you's name, one split-second image of a sonogram, and his entire world tilted off its axis. The air left his lungs in a rush. He heard the ball hit the floor nearby, a distant thud, as his knees buckled and the hardwood rushed up to meet him. When he came to, Asahi's large hand was patting his cheek, murmuring something about having already replied. Noya shoved himself upright, heart hammering against his ribs, a wild, disbelieving joy cutting through the dizziness. He didn't speak. He just ran, tearing out of the gym doors, his cleats scraping concr…