i want to delete this one shot so bad but a lot of u seem to like it so...

storage room disaster ; nishinoya x reader

You strolled through the hallways of Karasuno, holding your books tightly with your bag slung over your shoulder. You heaved a sigh as you stared at your locker, your eyes almost closing unconsciously. You unlocked it with your wobbly hand, the small door swinging to the side, revealing all your personal things. You threw the books inside without any care, I mean, who could blame you? Highschool life is tiring and organization isn't really your main focus right now.

"Chihaaara-san!" Your face contorted as you closed your locker.

You were getting tired of that name — Chihara Yukine. She was a famous girl in school. She was really pretty and was the perfect girl; everyone admired her. From her silky hair to her luscious lips, from her cleavage to her feet, everyone loved her — well except for you. She had been a total bitch to you despite her pretty face. You didn't even do anything to her but be nice and kind, but that little twat just hates your very existence. Oh, did I mention why? You'll find out next.

"Chihara-san." A voice greeted from behind, tapping your shoulder lightly. You massaged your temples before turning around to see a certain short libero from the volleyball team, Nishinoya Yuu. As soon as you faced him, his eyes widened in suprise.

"Oh sorry! I thought you were Chihara-san, I mean, your hair looks exactly the same as hers and your back, it looks just—"

You silenced him. "I know. It's okay."

You smiled at the male, knowing that it wasn't his fault at all. Ah yes. You, my friend look exactly the same as Chihara Yukine when you're facing back. That's why she hates you. Well, you're lucky you only look like her when facing back and not at front. You hated that girl's face and it would be agony sharing the same face as her.

And you hated it especially when your crush, Nishinoya, mistakens you as her. Totally upsetting, honestly.

Nishinoya bowed, scratching the back of his neck. "Thank you, uhhh—"

"(Name)." You interrupted, quite sad that he had no idea what your name is.

He grinned, giving you a thumbs-up, "Thank you, (Name)-san!" He exclaimed before running away to who-knows-where — probably looking for that oh-so-called-pretty girl with a bad attitude, but honestly, you were getting sick of all these incidents where people mistaken you as 'The Chihara Yukine'. You wanted to be recognized as (Name) (Surname) and only that, not Chihara Bitchyne.

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You strolled down the hallways as you heaved a sigh. You just got out of another Chihara incident and it was driving you insane — literally.

"Oh, it's ugly (Name)." You heard a voice sneer as you turned a corner. You looked up to see Chihara, the little runt you despise so much and her friends that were clearly prostitues.

You glared at her, scowling. "What do you want?" She laughed in her high-pitched voice with her friends laughing along too.

"I want you out." She smirked. You narrowed your eyes, "What exactly do you mean by—" you were grabbed by her two friends, making you unable to move.

You tried to punch them anywhere — or even kick them — but they got ahold of you. Time for plan B. You bit bitch #1's wrist and she winced in pain, letting you go.

"You little bitch." She gasped at you, attempting to slap you but you kicked her in the stomach; bitch #2 tried to smack you too, but you punched her with your free hand, causing her to fall to the ground, clutching her face.

You faced Chihara, upon seeing her suprised face, you smirked. "You think you can beat me, you filthy little mudblood?" You asked mockingly. She scowled, "Che." She clicked her tongue, "Mudblood? Harry Potter sucks." She sneered, causing you to gasp loudly. Your ears were fuming with gas as you stomped to her with an angry face as she smirked.

"Don't," you started quietly as her face contorted into a confused expression, "ever," your voice raised as you punched her face, surprising her. "insult," you kicked her leg, causing her to fall to the ground. "Harry Potter!" You barked. Chihara stayed flat on the ground, unconscious.

"What is with all the commotion?" A teacherly voice asked from around the corner. The teacher didn't see you so you quickly ran to the nearest room you can find — the storage room. You slammed the door behind you shut as you leaned back against the wall, sighing in relief.

"Who's there?!" A loud voice echoed through the room together with some kind of board falling to the ground, you flinched, suprised. The voice seemed familiar. Suddenly, a short boy appeared from the dark corners with like 5 wooden boards in hand.

"Nishinoya-san?" You shrieked. "You scared me." You sighed, I mean, who wouldn't be scared to hear some kind of loud voice yelling inside a dark room?

"Ah! (Name)-san, sorry!" He bowed 90 degrees. Although it was dark, you were still able to see him.

"Yeah, uhh, it's okay." You smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck.

He grinned back at you until his smile faltered into a curious expression, "Why are you here?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, his wooden boards still in hand. You wanted to make up some lie but you were really bad at lying.

"Ah," you started, lowering your head. "I kind of knocked Chihara and her friends unconscious."

Nishinoya gasped in suprise, once again exclaiming loudly, "You beat up Chihara-san?!"

You inwardly sobbed, 'Now he thinks I'm a hooligan.' You thought quietly, waiting for his negative comment but it never came.

...

"Cool!" He exclaimed.

You transferred your gaze to him. 

"Huh?" You asked unsurely, looking at the male with pure confusion.

"You're cool! What you did is cool! COOOL!" He yelled, giving you a big goofy grin. The boards fell down from his arms when he attempted to give you a thumbs up. He quickly knelt down to pick up the boards, quietly apologizing.

"You think beating up Chihara is cool?" You asked, still confused.

He looked up at you, "Yeah!"

"But I thought you liked her?" You asked with curiosity.

He raised a brow, tilting his head to the side, "What made you think that?" He asked, standing up slowly with his boards in hand.

Your eyes widened a bit. "I mean, the other day, you were looking for Chihara like crazy as if you were about to confess your undeniable love for her like everyone always does. That just gives out the thought of—"

You were interrupted by his laugh — his undeniably adorable laugh.

"No, I don't." His laugh died down as a blush found its way to his cheeks. You raised a brow.

He scratched the back of his neck shyly. "I did that to get your attention."

A hue of red suddenly spread across your face, "O-Oh."

The both of you just stood there in awkward silence, both blushing. "So um—" you both unisoned. Realizing that you both said the same words at the same time, the both of you laughed.

"You first." You laughed lightly, staring at his figure as he laughed along with you quietly. He gave you a shy grin, mustering up his confidence to look at you straight.

"No, you first." He argued.

You glared playfully, "No, you."

He furrowed his brows, giving you the same glint of the glare you gave him. "No way, you." He said.

You gave him a look as you punched his arm, "No, YOU!"

He smacked your arm with force. You laughed and tackled him to the ground. "You!" You exclaimed a bit too loudly. He laughed, trying to pry you off him, but failed terribly.

"Yooou—"

"What is happening over here?!" A voice echoed through the room after the door swung open.

You turned your head to see the professor you heard earlier. A gasp left your lips as you quickly stood up from your feet, standing straight like some kind of soldier in the military. Nishinoya groaned as he slowly stood up, dusting off the dirt from his clothes.

"What are you two doing in here?!" Professor yelled, staring at the both of you with anger. You flinched.

"I—"

"We were just getting wooden boards, sir! For class!" Nishinoya quickly responded. It wasn't a lie though, it was true that he was getting wooden boards out of the storage room.

"Then why were the two of you on the ground fighting like crazy kangaroos?" Professor narrowed his eyes suspiciously. You glanced at Nishinoya's sweaty palms and laughed quietly.

"W-We just saw a rat and we were debating on who's gonna kill it." He lied. The professor's suspicious gaze never wavered. The two of you just stood there silently, awaiting for his response.

"If that's the case, then I will now leave." He said in a low voice, walking away slowly.

"I'm watching you both." He continued, giving the both of you side glances every now and then. You watched his figure slowly disappear into the hallways.

You sighed in relief, wiping off the sweat that was currently dripping down your forehead. You looked at Nishinoya with a thankful look as he soon caught your gaze. You and Nishinoya both stared at eachother, like the both of you were talking using your eyes.

You both did nothing but admire eachother's features until Nishinoya mouthed, 'I like you.' At first, you were confused but soon got the message and mouthed with a grin, 'I like you too.'