'Whose jumper is that Nishinoya?' Asahi softly questioned the boy,

With obvious intent, he knew exactly whose jumper it belonged to he just wanted Nishinoya to give up the act that there wasn't a special someone in his life. Nishinoya sat awkwardly in his chair, his hands toying with the seem of the white jumper with "karasuno" written in the center in black lettering. Asahi itched the back of his neck waiting for his friend to reply.

'It's mine. From home.' he quickly replied,

His face went red, the familiar smell of strawberries and vanilla filled his nose, it was her perfume the one he bought for their anniversary. He stared continuously to the front of the classroom trying to let his friend rest with the questions so he doesn't ask anymore.

'You didn't have it this morning-' 'It was in my locker.'

'You don't have a locker.'

Shit. Nishinoya stood up his hands firmly pressed against the table, 'I do and can we not talk about it anymore.' he snapped,

Asahi sighed, he wasn't going to fight his best friend if he knew the answer was a certain someone. He looked down and smiled.

'Well at least see what the third years are doing for the school festival.'

Nishinoya nodded, standing up as he shoved his hands in the pockets of a jumper wandering down the hallway into the third year's first classroom.

'You good there Y/n?'

'Yeah!'

She stood upon the the highest step of the ladder, her hands reaching for the banner as she pinned it up with Sugawara on the other ladder with Daichi managing the two. The small silver bracelet laid obvious, the arms to her black denim jacket fell down slowly she turned around to stare at the door to see nishinoya in her view wearing her jumper which left a slight blush on her face.

She turned back around and finished pinning the banner upon the wall before she hoped off the ladder. She stared at Nishinoya as the rest continued to speak about dumb things. It was hard not telling the world, she wanted them to know they were the closet of friends yet she worried that he'd be bullied for being the short one in the relationship and he worried that if people found out that he wasn't the "man" she deserved.

'Nishi-kun! Can you help me grab supplies with me?' her head tilted to the side, a soft smile

He nodded, he was fuming, he watched the stares of everyone else other than their friends stare at her. He walked out of the classroom, and down the quiet hall. Then he felt it brush his hand, her hand slowly slides against his to the point hers were cupped in his to the point they were holding hands.

He couldn't help but blush, she was almost a head taller and a year older, she was as pretty as anything a model would suit her well in his mind. She didn't have just the looks, she had the personality and the brains and that's what he always liked to say that he fell for however it wasn't. He liked how she didn't look like other girls, she was beautiful and unique and she didn't look like the other girls. She was far beautiful beyond that and that was just being her.

'You okay?' she questioned softly so the other busy classes wouldn't hear and respectfully wouldn't appear at the door to speak to the seniors. Little did they pick up but they were being followed by three seniors they knew all to well.

'Yeah-'

There were a few boys that had turned the corner in front of them, second years the same as Nishinoya. She didn't move, she didn't really care what others thought yet he fell into a spiral of thoughts. The boys walked passed and smiled,

'Hey class prez.' the boys smiled, each waved at the girl, noticing her hand cupped by her lovers there faces beamed with glee.

She waved with her unoccupied hand, before returning to gently speak to Nishinoya who was still trying to get over the fact that they said nothing but smiled.

"Class President!' they heard his voice before he appeared running towards the couple with his arms filled to the brim with clipboards and paper.

'Hey vice pres.'

She stood in front of her boyfriend hwr grip tighter when she felt his muscles flex especially the glare from the Vice President in which she missed.

'What are you doing with a second year?' he spat towards Nishinoya, like he was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of the shoe.

Yet however nice a person was they always had a mean side to them when you ticked the right boxes. And in this case for the third year speaking about her boyfriend in such an ugly manner made steam blow from her ears and the glimmer in her eyes disappear.

'Well me and my boyfriend here were just discussing if we wanted to makeout in the bathroom or in the classroom you know how it is.' it was blunt and a lie,

He stumbled on his words as Nishinoya's face went a shade of cherry red, 'Sorry but can-'

Her hand ruffled the hair of the vice president before she pulled Nishinoya away 'you got it don't worry!'

She took him to the small corridor where the second floor meets the west flight of stairs. He sat on the window seal staring at her as she played with a string that fell from her skirt trying to annoyingly pull it tight so it would snap yet she hadn't quite worked it out.

'Are you- embarrassed about me?' he questioned oddly,

Perhaps it was the already dreaded anxiety of the test or something in the air, yet he couldn't help these nerve racking questions that span around his head that made him sick to the stomach.

'No,' she grumbled,

she hadn't made eye contact with him and just continued to pull the string in anger to realize she was too weak to pull it. She wandered over and gave the string to him, before he snapped it off. Her hands wrapped his neck loosely to the point one rested on his shoulder rather than his neck.

'Then why don't your friends know about us?'

There was an obvious raised eyebrow from her as she stood confused, 'I never said anything because I always thought you were uncomfortable.'

"I thought you were uncomfortable.' he stared at her to see her smile 'Aww my Nishi-Nishi,' she cooed,

Her lips collided against his, it was soft and sweet, nothing spicy before she pulled away to kiss his forehead. She brought a hand to his cheek caressing it gently, eyes continuously making contact before she pressed her forehead against his own.

'Your my everything, Y/n, I only want to make you comfortable and make you feel like the princess you are.'

He watched her face turn red before it happened.

'Y/n we need you now.' a classmate demanded, the girl was pulled by the collar away from Nishinoya, a smile on her face as she gave him a soft grin still getting dragged down the corridor. He sighed and leant his head against the window panel his hands slid up his face holding his burning cheeks before his hands held his lips holding his lips taking in that he kissed her for the a millionth time however felt just as special as their first.

He let his hands fall beside him, mindless as ever before the thought snapped. She was partial down the hallway close to her class yet he stood up and gulped;

'Y/n! I FORGOT TO ASK! DO YOU WANT YOUR JUMPER BACK?'