Flirt~ Y. Nishinoya

wiener mobile

"why does the sun wake up?" you groan as you pull yourself out of bed.

you throw on the uniform and put your hair into an extremely messy bun.

you wash your face, brush your teeth, and any other routine you have in the morning.

you hear a knock on the door.

"i'm coming." you yell towards the door.

you check your phone to see multiple miss texts from haya.

wifey 💋
hey

wake up

MAM IM NOT PLAYING THESE GAMES GET UP

we have morning practice

get up

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bitch i'm outside

——

'shit.' was the only word in your head, fearing the wrath of haya.

you grab your bag and run to her car.

"did you not see the texts that i, oh so nicely, sent?" she says with an eerily calm voice.

"heh," you gulp nervously.

"you're lucky i can't do anything to you." she sighs, her glare falling from her face to be replaced with a deadpanned look.

"thank you kai." you mumble.

she pulls out of the driveway and the car ride continues as normal.

you run to the vending machine outside of the gym, pressing the button for your favorite drink.

"want anything?" you call to haya as she's walking into the gym.

"i'm good." she calls back.

you walk into the gym and see the boys working extra hard.

"what's up with them?" you ask one of the itas.

"we have a practice match this afternoon."

"against who?"

"i think it's seijoh." kinoshita answers.

your blood runs cold.

"IM GOING TO BEAT THE GREAT KING!" hinata yells from the court at the mention of the school.

"great king?" you ask the the boy next you.

"oikawa toru."

"oh, that twi-," you cut yourself off with a cough. "is that the one with the swoopy brown hair?" you play dumb.

"yep. his serves are crazy." ennoshita answers.

"are you able to make it?" yamaguchi asks.

"haya is my ride so yeah." you smile.

"cool." he smiles back.

the sound of a whistle is heard and the boys say quick goodbyes to you.

you turn to haya, panic all over your face.

"calm down." she pats your head.

"they're going to recognize me. i'm doomed. EVERYONE GOES TO THE PRACTICE MATCHES." you whisper in a panic.

"no one is going to recognize you." she reassures you.

"i know more people than it may seem." you shudder.

"but you don't like people?" haya says, shocked.

"i'm just polite and they take it as friendship." you huff.

"be blunt that you don't like them." she says.

"no."

"why?"

"just no."

"have it your way." haya shrugs.

an hour passes and you are now on your way to class.

when you get to your seat, you put your head on your desk. haya plays with a piece of your hair as you wait for the teacher.

——

mid-science class, you have your felt tip pens sprawled out on your desk and your tracing the lines and creases on the palm of your hand.

"y/nnnn." haya whispers.

"did you get the notes?" she continues.

you silently hand the paper to her, your attention being directed towards the masterpiece in your hand.

"here ya go." she whispers as she hands the papers back to you.

you nod and mumble a thanks as you mindlessly take the paper from her.

by the end of class, your entire palm and part of your forearm are covered in small lines and doodles.

——

the bell rings, indicating the end of the day.

you and haya are talking as you walk.

"have you seen the wiener mobile?" haya asks.

"no?" you say hesitantly.

"it's a hot dog cart shaped like a hot dog." she explains, pulling up a picture on her phone.

"oh. that's kinda disappointing." you say sadly.

"why? it's shaped like a hotdog!" she exclaims.

"because i was imagining portable male strippers. like a stripper food truck." you sigh.

"ms gurl i- where do you come up with this?"

you simply shrug and walk to the gym.

"y/n where are you going? we're going on the bus to seijoh." she calls you.

you stop at the gym door, face pale.

"ok." you mumble and speed walk to her.

i have actually said the male stripper thing to my friends 😀 also i'm so so sorry i haven't updated, i've been hyper fixated on drawing.😩🤚