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Apr 30, 2020

loving in the rain // nishinoya yuu x reader

Author’s Note: I was in such a Kimi no Na Wa mood. it’s been raining where I am and I’m not that much of a fan of rain at all. But I am a fan of Noya-san and gosh I love him so much. Spoilers for what happens to him in the manga, so read at your own risk! Do tell me what you think!

Word count: 4694

Pairing: Adult! Nishinoya Yuu x Reader

Warnings: strong pining, angst to fluff, mutual pining, adult situations, somewhat fantasy-ish?

It was when your eyes fell on the rain, did your mind travel back to him.

Everyone you had met in your life had hailed you a hopeless romantic—a hapless statement so easily attached to one who isn’t afraid to take risks. You were afraid of a great many things, but to put your heart on your sleeve? That was something you were not guilty about. Yes, you fell in love easily and you personally saw nothing wrong with that, because the world now grew so cold despite the growing temperatures because people were slowly losing the guts to take risks.

And boy, had you fallen quite hard for someone indeed.

It had been four years since you graduated from high school. You were 24 years old now, teaching at Chidoriyama Middle School. Even the name had you traveling back to him on occasion, which was strange yet ethereal—considering how there was not one instance where you were not thinking of Nishinoya Yuu. But this wasn’t conscious, not at all. You hardly ever thought of him, really. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of your heart, like a sea shell, always boring against the rock. The making of the place was your pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged and ground no longer.

On good days, the pining wasn’t too strong. You had moved on from the past, of course. You had fallen for others, but no one came close to making you feel what Noya made you feel. Noya had this effervescence, everything with him was exciting because he was.

You gave credit to the throes of first love, but even that explanation never satisfied you. Four years it had been since your heart was broken by Nishinoya Yuu—who decided to travel the world because, gosh, that seemed so much like something Nishinoya Yuu would do. He wouldn’t back down against how vast the world was just because he was small and his eyes—those furious yet passionate orbs that carried fire with them everywhere he laid them—his eyes were too much for the world.

Please don’t hate me.

How could you ever hate someone like him? The curse was that you’d love him forever, but some part of you didn’t mind.

The last words he had said to you were ‘goodnight’; how strange it was. You remembered holding your tears back to your best potential, and you remembered his rock-hard face—his hair straight and unkempt, his eyes glued to your form, begging and searching for a sign that you were about to break. Why Noya wanted to see that was beyond you but maybe, he wanted to feel some pain before he left because noticing you keeping it all to yourself was going to hurt him only later.

You hate the word ‘goodnight’. You stopped saying it to people after that, you stopped saying it to your parents, to your then-boyfriend, to your pet dog, to anyone and anything. Goodnight reminded you of Noya leaving you, goodnight was the bittersweet recollection of Noya realizing his dreams but it was also the understanding that he could not have those dreams if he was with you.

There was nothing good about goodnight if it meant goodbye.

After Noya left, you had jumped into the wagon of trying to find words that could come close to describe what it was that you were feeling. It was on one cold, rainy night—and rain meant something else to you and Noya entirely—you had found the word ‘Saudade’, and your heart was full at that second. It was a Portuguese word and it meant a certain kind of longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people gone and dead, those who left and the ocean having tossed them on the shores of a different land—all things born of the soul that can only be felt.

The rain meant differently to you and Noya because that was how you had met each other.

You were walking back after a late day at the club. You were part of the chemistry club and you knew that it was going to rain that day. Yet, you wanted to stay back and finish what work had you left behind because being passionate meant something to you—it gave you the strength to be yourself and there was nothing wrong with wanting to identify what you were good at. You blinked up at how heavily it was pouring and let out a sigh. This wasn’t good.

“Oh!”

Blinking, you turned around and spotted a boy a few feet away from you, his eyes were the first things you noticed. They were fire—blazing themselves into your soul and you felt your cheeks reddening. You were certain that he was a senior because you had heard that he was part of the Volleyball club.

“Do you need an umbrella?” He asked, blushing himself, his left hand fiddling with the edge of the umbrella.

On normal occasions, you don’t accept offers like these from boys you don’t know. But maybe, this was no normal occasion at all. You nodded, meekly, though no part of you was meek—and his eyes widened before a happy grin plastered itself on his features.

“Senpai,” You said, shooting a rather sharp arrow right into his chest, mercilessly, “Thank you.”

“If... If it w-wasn’t raining, I’d b-buy you ice cream for being a senpai, you know?”

You pressed your lips together before having him come to you, opening the umbrella and heading out together. Kami-sama, the boy’s thoughts were almost loud, This is my moment.

It was then he took a good look at you. You were as tall as he was, a fact that wasn’t strange to him or bothered him. Your eyes were glued to the ground as you walked, and your hands were colored a strange pink at the edge of your fingers. Your hair smelt... god, it smelt divine—and your cheeks were flushed and he wondered if it was because it was a tad bit cold now that it was raining.

“Did you have practice, senpai?”

He was taken aback at your need to maintain a conversation.

“Y-Yeah! I’m part of the—”

“Volleyball club,” You turned to him, now realizing your faces were merely inches away, you noticed his eyes were struggling to stare into yours (they desperately wanted to look everywhere else), “I’ve seen you play.”

You had seen him play? That must be because of the Nationals last year. Now that Karasuno was a powerhouse, and after his dear seniors had graduated, third-year Nishinoya was proud to have his team grow even more—it was wonderful that he was being recognized, but it felt strange because he didn’t know you.

“What’s your name?” The excitement was gone—and if it wasn’t, it had masked itself as a curiosity.

“(l/n) (y/n). Chem club.” You said, giggling.

“Chemistry?! That’s... That’s so cool!” I’m so bad at chemistry!

“Is your name...?”

He had forgotten to introduce himself! If she had seen him play, she wasn’t obsessed enough to know and remember his name—of course, she wasn’t a stalker so it only made sense! Noya would have slapped his forehead if he was alone.

“Nishinoya Yuu! You can call me Noya-senpai.”

When you turned to look him in the eye and shoot a smile at him, “Noya-senpai,” Noya swore nothing looked more beautiful.

You were walking back home after school that evening. It was strange how your life had revolved into having you go back to school—a science teacher for kids—it was beautiful. You loved teaching, and you were really good (or that’s what you liked telling yourself); you occasionally met with a few seniors from your own school, who got to know you because of Noya himself. It was as if he was now part of a string of friends you had and there was no true way of ever exiting your life.

From a distance, you noticed Tanaka and his gorgeous wife, Kiyoko, at their store. Pressing your lips together, you entered the store only to have Kiyoko wave at you.

“Ryu-san, Kiyoko-san,” It was lovely that you called them by their first names, but it has been several years after all, “How are you?”

Kiyoko grinned at Tanaka from the side, “He lost his temper today.”

“N-No! I pointed out a mistake, is all.”

You loved their dynamic, but strange jealousy bubbled in your heart when you looked at the two of them. Ryo loved Kiyoko from high school and now they’re married—it was the oldest story in the book, the one that you so desperately wanted for yourself, but the attempt to even try to ground Noya seemed so wrong that it made you guilty for even thinking it.

Tanaka turned to you after his outburst before sighing. He looked uncomfortable all of a sudden, rubbing the back of his neck. You tilted your head in wonder.

“What’s wrong?”

Kiyoko blinked before turning to you, “(y/n), it’s just...” You were clearly not ready to hear what was to come next, “Nishinoya is back.”

Your heart skipped a beat. This sentence was always the strangest. Does your heart really skip a beat or does it actually stop for a second before it remembers that beating is good for it?

“Oh, uh...” What do I say? What do I say? What do I say? “That’s good... How... How is he?”

Ryu and Kiyoko looked at each other before turning to you. You secretly hoped he wasn’t engaged or married or came back with a kid or who knows what level of spontaneity Nishinoya was capable of? Even Noya surprised himself on most occasions.

“He’s asked the team to come back for one game. Practice. Like the good old days.”

“You should come, (y/n).”

When Kiyoko suggested that you come, you instantly wanted to say no. There was no question of ego here—you weren’t saying no because Noya hadn’t let you know he’d returned, no. You weren't even saying no because Noya hadn't asked you himself to join the practice. You were never part of the team, but strangely, they had all made you feel so welcome. You cleared your throat before feeling a sweat form on your temple, you were not ready to see him. Just as you were never ready for him to leave.

“I’m... I’m not that brave.”

That was it. And that was all you could do, too. Because, what can one do in a situation like this? You were clearly supposed to have moved on, yet you hadn’t. How could you face Nishinoya when you had both your legs stuck in the past?

Ryu shrugged before saying, “Hey, you know... Maybe, seeing him can—”

“Thanks for letting me know, I... Give him my greetings?”

One of the things Noya had told Ryunosuke that he loved most about you was how much he admired your fortitude. Every bone in your body could be cracking and you’d wink and give him a smile—your struggles weren’t a secret, they were the basic foundation of the strength you carried so elegantly. You wore this fortitude like makeup and that drove Noya crazy. When you turned and waved at Kiyoko and Tanaka right then, Ryu saw what Noya had seen in you.

Still sees in you.

It was indeed strange that it rained right then—and there was something you would never know. You were not the only one reminded of Noya when it rained; rain reminded him of you—inexplicably, the rain itself was riddled with you, awake with you, and alive with you. One lone Thursday evening in Italy, it was raining heavily; just like the day he first met you. He would never know, and neither would you, that it was also raining in Miyagi that day, at the exact same moment.

It was as if the universe was sick of the two of you pining for each other, continents away.

Noya sat inside his little flat in Italy, staring at the window, standing before it with a cup of tea in his hands. He was never really a coffee person—he was energetic without it. The rain reminded him of you because of so many reasons; it was a part of your love language. He met you in the rain, he fell in love with you in the rain, and he broke up with you as it was about to rain. Three very important parts of his life, the third one being the most defining moment.

I won’t tell you I’ll miss you. It’ll only hurt you more, Yuu-chan.

Even when he was breaking your heart, you had willingly given it to him. He remembered how his eyes leaked tears right then, how he refused to have you see him cry, how he couldn’t stop crying even as he reached the airport. He wanted to see the world, he wanted to explore—and he had. He was happy, he was moving forward, he loved many after you, yet you held on to such a big part of him that Noya found himself suffocating on random days because you were not there.

“Noya-senpai,” It was still before the two of you became a couple when this incident happened. “Don’t you have practice today?”

Nishinoya was known to be someone who could surprise another. He had practice, but that day was important. Ryu and Shoyo both had told him to skip that one day and tell you something really important. He looked at you before grinning and then turning to the rain and pointing at the sky.

“Perfect weather for meat dumplings, don't you think?”

Your eyes sparkled at his announcement, “Of course, but practice?”

Noya scoffed, “One day with my favorite kouhai is fine, (y/n)-chan!”

You blushed darkly at being called a favorite and Noya noticed. He could stare at the image of you blushing at what he said for the rest of his life and he wouldn’t regret it. Opening the umbrella, he ushered for you to get under it before you willingly stood beside him, not noticing the blush on your senpai’s cheeks as your hair brushed against his cheek.

“So (y/n)-chan,” He wasn’t used to calling any girl by her first name but of course, you were different. “How’s the club thing coming along?”

“One of the first years broke a beaker,” Noya knew what a beaker was thanks to you, “I had to fill in a bit of paperwork to replace it. Sensei was pissed.”

When you giggled, you inevitably tore a hole in his stomach. Noya looked up at the sky and pondered if this was a sign, the rain wasn’t too heavy, but it wasn’t light where you could walk without an umbrella either. The view was comforting, the air was cozy and you...

...you were beautiful.

“(y/n)-chan,” He knew he had to do it. “I need to tell you something.”

You turned to look at him from the side because turning to him completely when both of you were under one umbrella could mean breaching personal space even more than it was already breached. You were red-faced, but you noticed that he was too. Your eyes darted to his lips and then his fiery eyes, eyes that you had grown to love so, so much.

And you did the one thing that Noya knew could kill him.

You smiled.

“Yes?”

And it was in that casual glance that Noya fell for you. It was that casual glance which was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended four years later. Noya did not regret wanting to travel the world, but boy, he sure as hell did regret not doing it with you.

It had been raining for over an hour; not that it bothered you greatly. You were in your apartment now, your dog sleeping soundly on your bed. You were drinking tea—a drink you knew Noya preferred more than coffee. You sighed. It was then you felt the breakdown catch up to you, your fingers tightened around the warm cup before feeling your lip tremble. You shut your eyes and felt the back of your eyelids burn at how long you’d held back those tears. It was raining heavily outside in Miyagi, Nishinoya was back, and you were glad.

You were glad that it was raining because it accompanied your sadness. Rain, in many ways, made you feel less alone. According to you, all rain was, was a cloud—falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It made you feel good to know you’re not the only thing that could fall apart. It made you feel better to know other things in nature can shatter too.

You laid your head on the table and felt your little furball nuzzle at your feet. You cried, and cried, and cried that late evening, the room feeling so empty because the one you wanted wasn’t in it.

Suddenly, your phone rang—knocking the breath out of you suddenly. You gulped before noticing that it was Shoyo who was calling you, and you knew instantly why. Shoyo and you barely kept in touch, not because you didn’t like talking to him but because Shoyo was busy with his own tours and staying in Brazil. You wondered if Shoyo was back too, and by ‘team practice’ did he mean the entire team? Did that mean Asahi-san came back from Tokyo? Did that mean Tobio-kun was back too?

You silently wiped the tears off your face before picking the call.

“Shoyo? Hi! H-How are you—”

“(y/n)?”

You almost dropped the phone.

“Yuu...” You whispered, not knowing why he called you using Shoyo’s phone.

That meant Shoyo was back.

“(y/n), I uh... Can we meet?”

Did Ryu tell him that you weren’t brave enough? Did Ryu tell him you were not ready to see him again?

“I... I don’t...” You breathed in before gulping and replying, “It’s raining—”

“When has that ever been a problem?” Noya’s voice was poison to your heart right now but god, you had an appetite for poison right then.

“Yuu-chan...” You felt tears in your eyes, “...I...” Please don’t be so familiar with me. Please don’t make me believe again.

You’re only going to leave. You can’t stay here.

“Shoyo told me where you stay. Should I... Can I...?”

You nodded before wiping the tears before they fell.

“Yes, yes. I hope you don’t get drenched.”

“You’ve got towels, right?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’ll fall sick, Yuu-chan, you’ve got a poor—” You stopped yourself. You knew he fell sick easily, which is why he was so careful. Yuu noticed that you held back, but that was for later.

“I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

“Okay.”

So many questions floated around in your head and you couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. What did he mean by ‘in a bit’? You noticed Rai, your dog, get on guard. Your eyes widened at his behavior before turning to the door and narrowing your eyes in suspicion. When Noya meant ‘a bit’...

The door knocked exactly three times, loud and confident. Rai began to bark loudly but he was a tiny corgi that reminded you so much of Noya.

“Rai, it’s okay.”

You even named him ‘Rai’ meaning thunder. Right after one of Noya’s special moves.

You opened the door and there he stood, not even close to drenched, dry as a leaf, his eyes piercing into you. He was taller than you now—a few inches but it suddenly made him look so mature. He was wearing a pair of brown cargo shorts and a plain white tank.

“(y/n)!”

You greeted him before welcoming him inside where Yuu noticed Rai growling. He bent down and tickled the dog’s chin before Rai melted in Yuu’s hands. Your heart warmed at the sight; he was always good with animals—it was almost like magic.

“H-How are you?” You asked, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“I’m amazing, (y/n),” He stood up before turning to you. “You look beautiful—”

Your eyes widened at his choice of words. He stopped himself before rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly. He didn’t know what was appropriate and what wasn’t.

“I thought you wouldn’t come to see me.”

Noya’s wide eyes met yours. He almost looked hurt at what you said.

“What... Why?”

You shook your head before rubbing your arm cautiously, “I just... I thought you’d moved on.”

When Noya didn’t say anything, you felt stupid. You had made this entire room awkward now and it was all your fault. You cleared your throat before blinking and asking him, “Are you hungry?”

“You know I always am.” Noya chuckled.

“I’ll whip something up for you.”

“I’ll help—”

“N-No, it’s okay—”

“What should I do?” He asked, like a good boy, and you almost melted at the sight.

“Cut onions.”

Noya’s smile fell before his lips quivered dramatically. You giggled at his response before telling him he didn’t have to do it but then sighing, Noya walked to your little kitchen before taking the onion out of the basket and finding your cutting board and knife all on his own, and beginning to chop. You were watching with wide eyes, confused and impressed.

“Yuu-chan, you... I thought you hated onions?”

“When I was in Italy, I had to cook for myself. I realized how important these little shits are. Can’t not have them in your food, you know?”

You giggled before taking out a few eggs and tomatoes. You stood beside him and began to cut the red fruits. Yuu looked at you from the corner of his eye and just watched.

“I missed you, (y/n).”

You paused before he noticed your mouth open and close instantly. He knew you were thinking of what is most appropriate to say. He hated that you were filtering words like that, but he understood as well.

“I... I missed you too, Yuu-chan.”

He desperately wanted to tell you he loved you but he felt selfish. He was the one who left, he was the one who wanted to travel the world and see new sights—he had chosen his dream over you but it all felt so empty when he actually went there. And here you were, teaching in Chidoriyama, having named a dog after a bunch of stupid words he had said as a kid, living in the memory he had left behind.

You deserved so much better than what he could give you. Yet, you went on picking him again, and again and again.

The air suddenly changed and you felt it. You knew he was looking at you, the onions only half chopped. You stopped before noticing how he was merely inches away from you—you could feel his breath on your nose.

The first time Noya kissed you wasn't planned but he really, really did think he had to plan it out. He was watching Shoyo try to teach you how to receive, which was something he wanted to teach you, but just looking at you with one of his best friends was making his heart melt. You looked at Noya watching you and grinned at him before he felt his heart break at how beautiful you were.

After practice, Ryu, you and Noya were walking back—before you accidentally revealed to Ryu that Noya was coming over to yours that day. Ryu was a terrible tease, teasing the both of you for your ‘alone time’ right then, which was something both of you had planned after all. Once you two had gotten rid of Ryu, and Noya entered your house (your parents both were at work), you noticed him look very, very uncomfortable.

“Yuu-chan?”

He could hear you call him that for the rest of his life.

“I really, really want to kiss you, (y/n).” Noya was admirable because he was honest.

You giggled, “I want to kiss you too—”

But you hadn’t expected him to kiss you right then. He pressed his lips to yours and didn’t move, awkward and forced as it was, your eyes wide but his were tightly shut. It wasn’t as if you were an expert when it came to kissing someone but you had read books and watched movies where it definitely seemed less... rigid than this.

Your hands traveled to his face and you held him softly. Yuu’s eyes widened at the sudden touch, but he saw that you were easing into it and quickly followed. You moved your lips a tad bit before kissing him properly, tilting your head to get a better angle. Noya’s hand slowly came down to your waist before pulling you closer, chests touching, his mind screaming, his brain almost shutting down—he felt you open your mouth as you kissed him and he did the same before realizing that kissing was a lot more than instinctual.

It was passion and who knows passion better than he did?

Every kiss after that, Noya blew your mind away.

You quickly turned away from him and focused on the tomatoes. You were just staring at the red fruit, rivaling it as your face felt hot, and you heard shuffling to your side.

“(y/n), I missed you.” His voice broke, and your heart followed after.

You turned to him before frowning at him, eyes wet with tears. He could not do this to you. He had no right. But god, seeing him with tears streaking down his face broke your heart.

“I have no right to be standing here, in front of you. I didn’t call you from my phone because I was so, so scared you wouldn’t pick up. I was scared to see you, but I had to. I had to because...”

You knew what he was going to say but you had to stop him.

“Yuu-chan, please don’t.”

He shook his head, “I came back,” Your eyes were sharp, widening as you were slowly realizing what he was saying. “For good.”

“...what?” Your voice was a whisper.

He wanted to touch you so badly. It was raining outside. And rain had always defined so many important moments in your lives. He walked toward you, an inch separating you.

“I love you,” You shook your head but his hands went flying to your face, “I have never stopped loving you... I...”

“What about your dreams? I can’t keep you here, it’s not fair—”

“(y/n), you are everything I need. If I want to go explore, I’ll take you with me!”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying, “Yuu-chan—”

“I could feel you missing me, you know? I could feel it. Whenever it rained, I knew you were here, thinking of me. I had to be away from you to know what I really, really want.”

“I love you so much, Yuu-chan. I’ve never stopped,” your sobs were loud and echoed in your little apartment. “Everything reminds me of you, everything—”

He kissed you to shut you up and you instantly kissed him back. If you thought he was a good kisser back then, he was a genius right now. Your hands flew to his hair and it felt as if you had kissed him just yesterday. The familiarity flooded your brain and you felt high—Yuu’s hands wound themselves around your waist before crushing you to him, Rai was somewhere in the room, scandalized; and when you pulled away, you pressed your forehead to his chest and had him hold you.

What you both would never know was that one day when it rained simultaneously in Japan and Italy, when the both of you stared out your window pining for the other, the universe decided to make it happen. Not because your love was true, which it could be. But simply because you had taught Nishinoya the beauty of fear.

For a boy who grew up afraid and believed being afraid was wrong, there’s a great deal of beauty that fear can bring in.

You had taught him that fear can make you choose what you really, really need.

So that one day, many years ago, the rain defined your lives before you even knew it.

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