Ask: Heyaaaa Jade, I would love for Noya to find a love letter addressed to him – Someone is crushing on him, because Noya is just too damn cool, so she writes this letter, calling him senpai because she is a year younger, telling him how cool is receives are and that to her, he is the biggest hero on court. I would love to read his reaction and see how much effort he would put in to find the author of the letter. It’s not signed, but the handwriting seems familiar.

I changed this up a bit but I hope you still like it! FINALLY, I got something written!

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“Today is the most awesome day in the history of the world!” Nishinoya exclaimed bounding into the gym.

“Why’s that Nishinoya-senpai?” Hinata asked, eyes wide.

The libero grinned, flinging his thumb into his chest. “Because today I received something even better than a spike!” He held out a piece of paper partially crumpled thanks to his exuberance. “Today I got a love letter!”

The first year’s eyes got even wider but it was Tanaka’s booming voice that replied, “Way to go Noya! Who’s the lucky lady?!”

Nishinoya’s smile faltered momentarily. “Well, that’s the thing. She didn’t sign it.”

“Let me see,” Tanaka said snapping the parchment from between his fingers, reading out, “Dear Nishinoya-senpai, I hope this letter doesn’t bother or embarrass you-”

“As you if you could, calling him “senpai”, the simpleton,” Daichi chuckled.

“Hey!” Noya exclaimed but Tanaka rose his voice above further protest continuing to read. 

“But I had to let you know how much I admire you. Your receives are the best I’ve ever seen and even though I know you’ll get them I can’t help but hold my breath until you do. Your eyes, so focused and determined, give me chills. You may not be the biggest player on the court,” – this earned snickers from Tsukishima and Yamaguchi – “but you’re my biggest hero. I wish you all the luck in the world for nationals and I’ll be cheering every game I can make.”

Tanaka sighed as he handed the prize possession back to his friend. “You lucky bastard. I wish some cute girl would send me a letter!”

“How do you know she’s cute?” Tsukishima questioned.

“I can just tell!” snapped the wing spiker.

“Ok guys, time to get busy!” Sugawara proclaimed, ushering the bickering teammates into warm ups as Nishinoya secured the letter in his bag.

Later on the walk home, he thought over the words again and again, not needing to pull out the letter since they were burned into his memory. Her hero?! He was her hero! “I’m definitely getting all of my receives tomorrow!” he vowed to the empty street. 

And though he was so happy to have gotten such a sweet and encouraging message, he couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed that the author hadn’t made herself known. Most likely it was because she was nervous of his reaction. Of course, who wouldn’t be? But curiosity was growing and he wanted to thank her properly. How could he find her? Were there any clues he missed in the letter because of his overwhelming pleasure at receiving it at all?

Arriving home, he rushed upstairs, flicked on his desk lamp and poured over the letter once more, this time looking for any distinguishing marks. He wasn’t even sure what he meant by that, but there had to be something that gave a clue, right? He pulled out the envelope looking it over as well but could find nothing. It was as he stood up, paper in hand, that he saw something. Tilting it against the light revealed a faint hibiscus flower not able to been seen when looking at the paper straight on.

He let out a whoop of triumph. Here was something to go on at last! It was small, but he would look for as long as it took.

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A few weeks later, he was no closer to finding his secret admirer despite his asking for spare pieces of paper from every girl in his class. He tried again with other classes during lunch but continually came up empty, either being rejected out right (so they couldn’t possibly be the author since any crush of his would be helpful, especially to the object of her affection) or not finding a match. He did gather an impressive collection of stationary though which he promptly passed to Yachi who stammered and blushed her thanks for the appreciated if rather random assortment of parchment.

“What am I’m going to do?” he groaned during a water break.

“Um, maybe just give up? You’re starting to look even creepier than usual,” Asahi commented.

“This from the guy who scares girls just by looking at them,” Noya retorted.

Asahi frowned but before he could defend himself Noya caught sight of something that made his heart stop; Kageyama holding a piece of paper with a hibiscus watermark; he’d found out what it was called from Ennoshita.

“Oi! Kageyama! Where’d you get that?” he thundered, rushing toward the now wide eyed setter.

“Get what?” he asked but Noya had snapped the coveted paper from his hand, shaking it back and forth in his face.

“This! This, this this! Where did you get this paper?”

Taking a step back, Kageyama stammered, “Um, from ______-chan. I forgot my notebook at home and she let me borrow a few sheets to take notes.”

“Is she cute?” Tanaka broke in.

Kageyama shrugged and both second years sighed.

“Come on, show me who she is,” Nishinoya insisted, grabbing Kageyama’s wrist and tugging him towards the gym door.

“Hey! Noya! We’ve got practice! Ennoshita, stop him!” Daichi shouted.

“Come on Noya, you can stalk your prey tomorrow, it’ll be easier to find her during classes anyway,” Ennoshita advised.

“Fine,” huffed Noya, releasing Kageyama’s wrist.

“Um, can I have my notes back, Nishinoya-senpai?”

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The next day, Nishinoya was stalking the halls of Kageyama’s classroom, rushing up to the sullen faced setter the moment he stepped into view.

“There you are! Sheesh! You’re gonna make me late!”

“Sorry, I-”

“Nevermind, nevermind. Come on, show me ______-chan so I can get to class already!”

He walked briskly down the hall towards Kageyama’s classroom, stopping just before the threshold of the door. “Is she there yet?” Kageyama looked inside, nodding his head once. “Great, what seat is she in?”

“Third row from the door, fourth seat,” Kageyama replied.

Nishinoya took a deep breath. This was it! The moment he’d been waiting for! Slowly he peeked one eye through the crack in the door hinge and his breath caught in his throat. She was so cute! Her smile was soft but sincere as she chatted with her girlfriends, waiting for class to start. Before he could think more clearly, Nishinoya rushed into the room, Kageyama squawking behind him at the sudden movement.

“______-chan!” Nishinoya exclaimed, bowing low. “Thank you for your support. I’d be very happy if you’d go out on a date with me!”

Her face was almost purple as she stared at her crush bowing before her. How had he found out it was her who’d left that letter? Then her eyes landed on a slack-jawed Kageyama and it all made sense; her stationary! Why hadn’t she used regular old boring white paper?

“_____-chan?”

She snapped her eyes back down to Nishinoysa-senpai, still mostly prone at the waist, his brows furrowing more the longer she remained silent. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go but it was happening and he was asking her out but she couldn’t find her voice and-

She grabbed a piece of stationary, scribbling upon its surface. Just as she handed it to him, the bell rang and the first period teacher entered calling for attention before advising Nishinoya it would be in his best interest to get to his own class.

The libero rushed out of the room but paused long enough to read the paper she’d given him.

“Yes, Nishinoya-senpai, I’ll go on a date with you.”

He whooped, earning a reprimand from another teacher but he didn’t care. He had a date with the cute girl who admired him and that was all that mattered!