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How exactly did I end up here? Why was Nishinoya snoring against my shoulder, again?

My exhaustion was getting the best of me, and that was to be expected since we had been sitting in this airport for 6 hours and counting. I started to zone out and then snap back awake and wonder where I was and how I was there, but soon after I would remember that I was here because of the stupid school trip and Nishinoya was snoring against my shoulder because he's an idiot. Nishinoya and I were chosen to go on a trip as representatives of Karasuno high school at some kind of national get together. We had both mutually agreed that it was the most boring thing we had ever attended, but we were grateful for any kind of break from school.

Nishinoya's snores were not of the normal sort, they were inconsistent and strangely loud. When he let out a snore, it was more like a long grunt, and then he would stop snoring. The first time this happened, I was convinced he was dead because he hadn't snored for a full three minutes and it didn't look like he was breathing. Right before I could attempt to shake him awake, he shifted in his seat and let out another long snore (or grunt), calming my fears significantly. At one point, a strand of his hair was caught in his mouth, and while he was sleeping he would smack his mouth. When he came to an unconscious realization that his hair was in his mouth, he started smacking his mouth even more until the piece of hair fell out of it. Watching Nishinoya sleep was nothing short of a rollercoaster of snores and fluffy hairs tickling the bare skin on my arm.

Realizing that I wasn't going to be able to go to sleep if he was sleeping (I had tried on several occasions and it ended with Nishinoya getting way too close to my face), I tried to get up to find a vending machine without waking him up.

"(Name)..." he grumbled as I slowly stood up. I didn't reply, assuming that he might be sleep-talking, but when he grabbed my hand I realized that he was awake.

"Where are you going?" he asked, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at me.

"I was going to go find a vending machine," I replied, rubbing my eyes and pulling the sleeves of my sweater over my hands. He didn't say anything, but he stumbled out of the chair he was sitting in and slowly stood up straight.

"I'll go with you," he mumbled, giving me a soft smile, "You never know what kind of creeps are lurking around the airport at 2 am."

I rolled my eyes, causing him to chuckle and put his hands into his sweatpants pockets. The sound of our footsteps were barely audible seeing as we were walking around in our socks, and something about the whole situation seemed very nice to me. I liked the idea of big open spaces with a lack of people around, and what I liked even more than that was walking around in big open spaces without shoes on. Nishinoya's appearance at 2 am in the somewhat dark and completely silent airport was something that I couldn't quite stop looking at. His hair was fluffier than usual and his eyes were threatening to close with every minute that passed. The smiles he would occasionally give me were small but genuine, and something about the way he looked at me made me feel a bit uneasy.

"It looks like there's a vending machine over there," he spoke up, penetrating the silence with his groggy voice. We both stood in front of the machine in silence, each of us thinking thoroughly about what we would buy from the many choices of junk food. Nishinoya suddenly dug through his pockets and got out some change, slipping it into the vending machine and pressing A3. He crouched down to get his bag of goldfish, opening it as he continued to look at me with that same look.

I bit my lip as I tried to decide between a bag of cookies or simply a bottle of water, and then when I realized I was even doubting the cookie option, I went with the bag of cookies.

"Those are really good," Noya mumbled as he continued to chew on his crackers.

"That's why I got them," I replied simply. Noya smiled as we walked slowly back to our seat, still giving me occasional glances. When I finally mustered the courage to hold his eyes onto mine, hoping that he would stop looking at me, Noya stopped walking. I followed his actions and he continued to look at me.

"You've got something on your face," he said, focusing his eyes on a certain part of my face. I wiped my cheek and he chuckled and shook his head.

"No, it's right here," he laughed, stepping closer to me and taking something off of my cheek, "It's an eyelash."

I hadn't realized he was so close to me until I stopped focusing my attention on the eyelash in between his fingers and started to focus on his eyes staring into mine.

"You look really cute when you're tired, you know," he uttered, his voice barely audible. When he came to the realization that he said what he had just said and that our faces were inches apart, he blushed and took a step back.

"I-I'm sorry," he coughed, scratching the back of his head and shoving a handful of goldfish crackers into his mouth. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his clumsiness, which caused his eyes to widen. His lips curved into a smile as well and the blush on his face deepened.

"Give me some," I mumbled, holding out my hand and offering him some of my cookies. He poured some crackers in my hand and took out a cookie from mine. The rest of the night consisted of him talking about how he liked the peanut butter cookies more than the chocolate chip and how they should put more of those in vending machines. He talked about how much he hated the last flight we were on and how the kid behind him kept on kicking his seat. It was fun to listen to him. He was aware that I wasn't one for conversation, so he told all the stories and tried his best to make me laugh. Whenever I did laugh, a satisfied smile crept on his face as if he had just won an award or something.

When he realized how tired I was, he patted his shoulder as if to say "it's your turn to sleep shamelessly now." He took out his volleyball jacket from his backpack and placed it around my shoulders, multiplying the comfort that I had already felt leaning against him. My eyes slowly shut, going to sleep to the sound of Nishinoya munching on his crackers and feeling his gaze upon my closed eyes.

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How exactly did I end up here? Why was Nishinoya snoring against my shoulder, again?

My exhaustion was getting the best of me, and that was to be expected since we had been sitting in this airport for 6 hours and counting. I started to zone out and then snap back awake and wonder where I was and how I was there, but soon after I would remember that I was here because of the stupid school trip and Nishinoya was snoring against my shoulder because he's an idiot. Nishinoya and I were chosen to go on a trip as representatives of Karasuno high school at some kind of national get together. We had both mutually agreed that it was the most boring thing we had ever attended, but we were grateful for any kind of break from school.

Nishinoya's snores were not of the normal sort, they were inconsistent and strangely loud. When he let out a snore, it was more like a long grunt, and then he would stop snoring. The first time this happened, I was convinced he was dead because he hadn't snored for a full three minutes and it didn't look like he was breathing. Right before I could attempt to shake him awake, he shifted in his seat and let out another long snore (or grunt), calming my fears significantly. At one point, a strand of his hair was caught in his mouth, and while he was sleeping he would smack his mouth. When he came to an unconscious realization that his hair was in his mouth, he started smacking his mouth even more until the piece of hair fell out of it. Watching Nishinoya sleep was nothing short of a rollercoaster of snores and fluffy hairs tickling the bare skin on my arm.

Realizing that I wasn't going to be able to go to sleep if he was sleeping (I had tried on several occasions and it ended with Nishinoya getting way too close to my face), I tried to get up to find a vending machine without waking him up.

"(Name)..." he grumbled as I slowly stood up. I didn't reply, assuming that he might be sleep-talking, but when he grabbed my hand I realized that he was awake.

"Where are you going?" he asked, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at me.

"I was going to go find a vending machine," I replied, rubbing my eyes and pulling the sleeves of my sweater over my hands. He didn't say anything, but he stumbled out of the chair he was sitting in and slowly stood up straight.

"I'll go with you," he mumbled, giving me a soft smile, "You never know what kind of creeps are lurking around the airport at 2 am."

I rolled my eyes, causing him to chuckle and put his hands into his sweatpants pockets. The sound of our footsteps were barely audible seeing as we were walking around in our socks, and something about the whole situation seemed very nice to me. I liked the idea of big open spaces with a lack of people around, and what I liked even more than that was walking around in big open spaces without shoes on. Nishinoya's appearance at 2 am in the somewhat dark and completely silent airport was something that I couldn't quite stop looking at. His hair was fluffier than usual and his eyes were threatening to close with every minute that passed. The smiles he would occasionally give me were small but genuine, and something about the way he looked at me made me feel a bit uneasy.

"It looks like there's a vending machine over there," he spoke up, penetrating the silence with his groggy voice. We both stood in front of the machine in silence, each of us thinking thoroughly about what we would buy from the many choices of junk food. Nishinoya suddenly dug through his pockets and got out some change, slipping it into the vending machine and pressing A3. He crouched down to get his bag of goldfish, opening it as he continued to look at me with that same look.

I bit my lip as I tried to decide between a bag of cookies or simply a bottle of water, and then when I realized I was even doubting the cookie option, I went with the bag of cookies.

"Those are really good," Noya mumbled as he continued to chew on his crackers.

"That's why I got them," I replied simply. Noya smiled as we walked slowly back to our seat, still giving me occasional glances. When I finally mustered the courage to hold his eyes onto mine, hoping that he would stop looking at me, Noya stopped walking. I followed his actions and he continued to look at me.

"You've got something on your face," he said, focusing his eyes on a certain part of my face. I wiped my cheek and he chuckled and shook his head.

"No, it's right here," he laughed, stepping closer to me and taking something off of my cheek, "It's an eyelash."

I hadn't realized he was so close to me until I stopped focusing my attention on the eyelash in between his fingers and started to focus on his eyes staring into mine.

"You look really cute when you're tired, you know," he uttered, his voice barely audible. When he came to the realization that he said what he had just said and that our faces were inches apart, he blushed and took a step back.

"I-I'm sorry," he coughed, scratching the back of his head and shoving a handful of goldfish crackers into his mouth. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his clumsiness, which caused his eyes to widen. His lips curved into a smile as well and the blush on his face deepened.

"Give me some," I mumbled, holding out my hand and offering him some of my cookies. He poured some crackers in my hand and took out a cookie from mine. The rest of the night consisted of him talking about how he liked the peanut butter cookies more than the chocolate chip and how they should put more of those in vending machines. He talked about how much he hated the last flight we were on and how the kid behind him kept on kicking his seat. It was fun to listen to him. He was aware that I wasn't one for conversation, so he told all the stories and tried his best to make me laugh. Whenever I did laugh, a satisfied smile crept on his face as if he had just won an award or something.

When he realized how tired I was, he patted his shoulder as if to say "it's your turn to sleep shamelessly now." He took out his volleyball jacket from his backpack and placed it around my shoulders, multiplying the comfort that I had already felt leaning against him. My eyes slowly shut, going to sleep to the sound of Nishinoya munching on his crackers and feeling his gaze upon my closed eyes.