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You loved everything about your boyfriend, Nishinoya Yuu, but there was something about him that you loved most. His height. He wasn't some macho, muscular guy on steroids. You thought his height was perfect. But, you also loved his hair. Especially the blonde streak that ran through the middle of his faux-hawk. Every time you saw him, you'd touch his hair first, and he thought that was cute.

You loved it most when he had his hair down, without any salon products and whatever else he used. It made you feel just a bit taller and he looked really adorable like that anyway.

Nishinoya laid his wet head in your lap and let out a breathy sigh of content. "Ahh, you're so cute, [Name]-chan!"

You groaned. "Shut up, Yuu."

"Eh? No honorifics?"

You blushed a deep red.

He smelled of strawberry shampoo and the same body wash you used. You smiled slightly, weaving your small fingers through his wet hair in a warm, loving way. He let out a loud exhausted groan.

Then suddenly, he sat up, facing you with a serious expression. "Let's take a shower together."

"E-Eh? So sudden! You just took one!" You backed away.

Nishinoya only smirked, pressing you against the wall, holding your arms above your head. By now, your entire face was red and a shiver suddenly racked your body. With his face only centimeters away, you could feel his cool breath on your face and it made you feel just a bit weird.

"What do you like about me, [Name]-chan?" He feigned innocence.

"Are we really doing this right now?"

"Yes." He kissed your left cheek.

"...Yuu..." you groaned in annoyance and looked away.

"[Name]." He kissed your other cheek.

"Can we not?"

"Okay, okay. Just...tell me one thing then!"

You sighed, feeling your cheeks burning from the uncomfortable position he had you in. He laughed wholeheartedly, slowly loosening his grip on you.

"Just one thi--"

"Your hair."

"W-What? My h-hair?" Now it was his turn to get all flustered.

You nodded meekly. "Now, please let go."

His grip suddenly tightened. "Do you like it up or down?"

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes. Up or down?"

You blushed again. "I like it down when it doesn't have any gel in it. Like right now. You look really handsome."

"Do I now?" He suddenly smirked.

"I can't even--"

"[Name]," he breathed.

You rolled your eyes at him. "What now?"

"What's your favorite part of my hair?"

"I already said--"

He smiled wide and ran a hand through his own hair. "It's the blonde streak, right?" he asked.

You blinked. "How'd you know?"

"You're so cute when you're flustered!" The libero giggled like a little girl.

"Yuu..."

"This blonde streak is what attracts the la-- Ow! Don't kick me! I'm your boyfriend!"

You laughed. "Then let me go! This is harassment!"

"No, it's not."

"Yeah--"

He pressed his lips against yours sloppily, and used one of his hands to hold your waist, the other one still trapping you. How awkward it would be if someone were to walk in right now. And, as if realizing, Nishinoya pulled away just to laugh.

"Idiot." You frowned.

"Aw, [Name]-chan!" He poked your side.

Your frown deepened. "Let. Me. Go."

The short boy shook his head like a child.

"Nishinoya Yuu."

"Nishinoya [Name]."

You looked away from him, attempting to get out of his tight hold. In all honestly, you didn't mind because being his girlfriend and all, you were used to it. Used to his awkward show of affection that left him blushing too.

"Okay, I'll let you go," he said.

"But?"

He grinned. "But you have to let me kiss you!"

"You already did!" you whined.

He only shook his head and sat on your legs.

"Oh my God. You idiot." You groaned, fidgeting underneath him.

"[Name], I love you," he pouted. "Why won't you just let me kiss you?"

"Because..."

"Because?"

You looked down. "...It's embarrassing..."

"WHAT? HOW?"

"I don't know..."

He smiled a small, cute smile and placed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. Then between your eyebrows. And, lastly, your lips. You let out a breathless sigh, and the flustered look on your face only satisfied the second year highschooler.

"Are you embarrassed now?" he asked quietly.

You nodded.

"But I kiss you because I love you!"

You stared at him.

"D-Don't be embarrassed anymore, okay?"

"Okay."

Cue the cheeky smirk and the grabby hands gesture. "Let me kiss your stomach and your thighs next."

"Stop being such a pervert!"

Description

You loved everything about your boyfriend, Nishinoya Yuu, but there was something about him that you loved most. His height. He wasn't some macho, muscular guy on steroids. You thought his height was perfect. But, you also loved his hair. Especially the blonde streak that ran through the middle of his faux-hawk. Every time you saw him, you'd touch his hair first, and he thought that was cute.

You loved it most when he had his hair down, without any salon products and whatever else he used. It made you feel just a bit taller and he looked really adorable like that anyway.

Nishinoya laid his wet head in your lap and let out a breathy sigh of content. "Ahh, you're so cute, [Name]-chan!"

You groaned. "Shut up, Yuu."

"Eh? No honorifics?"

You blushed a deep red.

He smelled of strawberry shampoo and the same body wash you used. You smiled slightly, weaving your small fingers through his wet hair in a warm, loving way. He let out a loud exhausted groan.

Then suddenly, he sat up, facing you with a serious expression. "Let's take a shower together."

"E-Eh? So sudden! You just took one!" You backed away.

Nishinoya only smirked, pressing you against the wall, holding your arms above your head. By now, your entire face was red and a shiver suddenly racked your body. With his face only centimeters away, you could feel his cool breath on your face and it made you feel just a bit weird.

"What do you like about me, [Name]-chan?" He feigned innocence.

"Are we really doing this right now?"

"Yes." He kissed your left cheek.

"...Yuu..." you groaned in annoyance and looked away.

"[Name]." He kissed your other cheek.

"Can we not?"

"Okay, okay. Just...tell me one thing then!"

You sighed, feeling your cheeks burning from the uncomfortable position he had you in. He laughed wholeheartedly, slowly loosening his grip on you.

"Just one thi--"

"Your hair."

"W-What? My h-hair?" Now it was his turn to get all flustered.

You nodded meekly. "Now, please let go."

His grip suddenly tightened. "Do you like it up or down?"

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes. Up or down?"

You blushed again. "I like it down when it doesn't have any gel in it. Like right now. You look really handsome."

"Do I now?" He suddenly smirked.

"I can't even--"

"[Name]," he breathed.

You rolled your eyes at him. "What now?"

"What's your favorite part of my hair?"

"I already said--"

He smiled wide and ran a hand through his own hair. "It's the blonde streak, right?" he asked.

You blinked. "How'd you know?"

"You're so cute when you're flustered!" The libero giggled like a little girl.

"Yuu..."

"This blonde streak is what attracts the la-- Ow! Don't kick me! I'm your boyfriend!"

You laughed. "Then let me go! This is harassment!"

"No, it's not."

"Yeah--"

He pressed his lips against yours sloppily, and used one of his hands to hold your waist, the other one still trapping you. How awkward it would be if someone were to walk in right now. And, as if realizing, Nishinoya pulled away just to laugh.

"Idiot." You frowned.

"Aw, [Name]-chan!" He poked your side.

Your frown deepened. "Let. Me. Go."

The short boy shook his head like a child.

"Nishinoya Yuu."

"Nishinoya [Name]."

You looked away from him, attempting to get out of his tight hold. In all honestly, you didn't mind because being his girlfriend and all, you were used to it. Used to his awkward show of affection that left him blushing too.

"Okay, I'll let you go," he said.

"But?"

He grinned. "But you have to let me kiss you!"

"You already did!" you whined.

He only shook his head and sat on your legs.

"Oh my God. You idiot." You groaned, fidgeting underneath him.

"[Name], I love you," he pouted. "Why won't you just let me kiss you?"

"Because..."

"Because?"

You looked down. "...It's embarrassing..."

"WHAT? HOW?"

"I don't know..."

He smiled a small, cute smile and placed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. Then between your eyebrows. And, lastly, your lips. You let out a breathless sigh, and the flustered look on your face only satisfied the second year highschooler.

"Are you embarrassed now?" he asked quietly.

You nodded.

"But I kiss you because I love you!"

You stared at him.

"D-Don't be embarrassed anymore, okay?"

"Okay."

Cue the cheeky smirk and the grabby hands gesture. "Let me kiss your stomach and your thighs next."

"Stop being such a pervert!"