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Requested by:Mysterious_Otaku_06

Warning: this oneshot may suck, so yeah.

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" THUNDER STORMS "

[ THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V ]

It was a dark, cloudy Saturday night; where the wind is howling like midnight wolves as the moon shines brilliantly across the town. Empty roads whispered a scream; as the tall, firm lamp post's lights blinked several times with the moonlight.

The cool breeze filled your house, and you inhaled its' air through your nose gently. As you open your eyes, a freezing sensation covered your legs and pale arms.

You just woke up from your deep, afternoon nap; only wearing a long, white shirt with some kind of calligraphy printed on the back part.

The female sat up gradually, as her tangled (h/c) hair blinded her view to some extent. But, it was dark already. The lights are closed, and the moonlight only served as your main reason why you could see such things inside your messy room.

Combing up her (h/l) (h/c) hair strands, she let her ten, small toes touch the wooden floor. She shivered in response, but just decided to stand up. Her eyes felt so tired too, though she doesn't know the reason why.

(F/n) stretched and lifted her arms up; trying to loosen up a bit. But she noticed that she's only wearing a shirt and her underwear, so she pulled down the t-shirt to hide her underwear. Too bored to wear garments for her legs, she went down stairs half-naked.

"What time is it..." The girl pondered and yawned; as she heads towards the living room--where the television sits.

"Remote...remote..." You tried to search for the TV's controller within the darkness, hoping that you could actually locate it. Unfortunately, one of your toes-the smallest one, to be precise--hits the couch's leg, and made you wince in pain quietly.

"Gah! Damnit!" You cursed as your butt fell on the floor with a moderate thud. You once again reached for the cream colored couch, and sat as you deeply exhaled.

Your right hand felt the remote near the corner of the sofa. You grabbed it; and turned on the 24-inches flat screen TV in front of you.

It flashed a night show of a known stand-up-comedian; interviewing a stage actor that you knew. Glancing at your blue octagon-shaped wall clock; you sighed severely as it said that it's already 10:54 PM.

Laughing sounds emerged from the television, and boredom wrapped your head as you absent-minded stared at the stage actor. A sudden chill was felt, but you ignored it as rain droplets can be spotted on your window.

It was raining.

The rain made the weather even cooler, blander. (F/n) gazed blankly at the water shower outside her house; as her plants got drenched in the light rain.

The dry, silent roads turned into a lonelier, slippery pathway for vehicles, as the rain continued to pour down even heavier.

You felt frail for a second. You felt weak that very night, and it's bothering you a lot because you forgot why.

Then your power supply died.

A black out occurred--and everything that runs with electricity shuts down immediately. The TV in front of you darkens, as a loud thunder woke up your senses.

"Ah!" You jumped slightly in surprise, as series of roaring thunders followed.

"No... Please..." You quickly covered your ears as you felt the ground rumble and the sound gets even louder. You have a phobia. Brontophobia. A type phobia that gives you the fear of thunder and lightning.

"Make it stop...someone..." You murmured in a very puny voice; trembling in the process of continuous thunder and lightning created lines in the heavens.

"Oh, (f/n). You're awake." A very familiar voice called your name, and caught you in surprise. But what happened afterwards shaken you even more.

A single droplet of tear fell out of your (e/c) orbs. Why? Well, you don't know yourself.

"Hey, girl~" The male placed a mug filled with hot chocolate mixed with white, squishy marshmallow--just the way you like it--on the glass desk nearby the couch. He sat beside you, wrapped his cold arms around your hips and waist; cuddling you in the process.

You widen your eyes--still surprised-as the both of your insipid hands covering your ear dropped steadily. Another single tear escaped the girl's eyes.

"Yuu?" You whispered as your voice vibrated. As you avert your head at him, you can feel his head sets at your shoulder, sniffing your neck with care.

"Hm?" He responded voiceless, as the volume of deafening thunder bit by bit fades away.

"I'm scared," Your heart throbbed pronouncing these words, as your boyfriend grasps your hands tightly--but with tenderness--in his. He was so adorable, damnit. You couldn't take your eyes away from him; especially now that his hair is down, and wet. Incredibly heart melting, you swear to yourself.

"Shh," He allowed his face to go near yours, making you aware of his hot breath. "We already talked about this, right? On how to cure that phobia of yours." Nishinoya cupped your face in his hand, and stared straight to your (e/c) eyes.

"Yuu..." You whispered with a mild breath, as tears continue to flow down on your cheeks.

Without spoken words, he pressed his lips unto yours, and pulled you by pushing your head to deepen the kiss. Oh, how you missed this feeling. This excitement.

You let your arms bind around his neck, as the libero allowed you to clutch his black hair in between your fingers. The kiss intensified leisurely, as the both of you felt a little bit balmy.

He pushed you to lie down on the couch at ease, with the two of you still sharing an avid, passionate kiss. You can feel his arms move on around your waist, as his hands traveling under your shirt and teasingly poked your tummy.

"Yuu! Stop tickling me!" You yelped as you broke off the kiss by kindly pushing him away a little. He giggled softly at you, which made you blush timidly.

"I'm sorry. I just can't help myself. You look so cute in my clothes, (f/n)." He leaned down back and rested his forehead on yours.

"E-eh..." You can feel your face warm up, and looked away as you then pull the white shirt down, hiding your legs and your underwear. "S-shut u-up," You pouted; gently pushing him so you can sit up straight. He deeply sighed as he stared at you, and used your thighs as his pillow.

"You remember when I was still a second year at Karasuno, where I first invented my ",'Rolling Thunder'?" He chuckled, poking your thighs repetitively.

"Yeah. That's a very funny label."

"But--"

"I know, I know. You created that name for me, yeah? You know that it made me laugh, so you used the term 'thunder' so you can make me smile. I know; Yuu. And you have my gratitude for that." You bow your head towards his forehead and kissed the tip of his adorable nose.

"Ever since I learned about your phobia, I really tried to think of an easy way for you to prevail over that irrational fear of yours, together with volleyball in my mind. And that's the only way that I could come up for, which I'm glad I was able to make you smile whenever I do that." He grins charmingly at you, as butterflies once again crammed your stomach. You loved him very much. To the extent that you would do anything for Nishinoya and everything that pleases him.

You're very lucky to have this cheeky libero as your lovely partner for life.

"I love you so much, Yuu." Overwhelming emotions for your boyfriend pushed you to say these words, blushing shyly at him.

"I love you too, (f/n)." And the two love birds once more shared an obsessive, zealous kiss; to satisfy each other. The Guardian Deity sat up, with his lips still locked with your malleable ones, and he yet again pushed you down, lying straight at the sofa.

Nishinoya's hands moved soothingly somewhere around (f/n)'s hips, as hers grasps his shirt for air. They stopped, but quickly returned back from where they left off.

And then, some gruesome image fragments appeared as your eyes are currently closed. They were memories.

Old memoirs of where Nishinoya first took the step in courting you. Where he started loving you. Where he started pursuing in captivating your attention. Where he first felt the word "love" for you.

Recollections of flashbacks also become visible in the darkness your (e/c) eyes could see. Flashbacks that were years ago-where you agreed that you could be his girlfriend; where the two of you spent countless nights going out, watching movies together, cuddling in the middle of a freezing night.

You missed those nights. Those lovely night where you wished it would never end. Those memorable nights where you would just stare at him intently, until it he would too--and you two just ended up kissing each other. Those unforgetable nights just for the reason that he's there. He's always there for you.

You loved the very way he loves you. You admired the way he perfectly--flawlessly receives the ball as it rotates towards the setter. You adored the way he gets jealous whenever a boy tries to court you--or just to touch you even. You; yourself thought that it was very cute of him to do that---and it makes you fall in love with him even more.

You loved his eyes. Nose. Voice. Movements. Hair. Look. Lips. Height.

You loved eveything about the libero.

Painful reminiscences were also included. Like where the both of you got in an argument, and when your relationship was about to tear apart. But luckily, it didn't. And you thank God for that.

And the most excruciating, unbearable, heartbreaking scene comes into your peripheral view.

His funeral.

You pulled away; not noticing that salty, sore tears already rolling down your pliable cheeks.

"Yuu." You called out his name, sobbing and still not opening your eyes. And the tone you used is undeniably gloomy. Miserable.

"Hm? What is it, (f/n)? Something's wrong?" You decided to open your eyelids, but you only saw a crying man, staring at you. He was weeping too. As the two of you kissed, Nishinoya and you are already producing water droplets that silently escaped.

"...why are you crying?" He asked you-well, you could question him yourself with the same statement.

You remembered it. It all came back to you.

"I...I'm not, baka." Blinking several times, your chest aches as you grinned delightfully at him. You pulled him back, wanting more of that kiss that you missed for a very long time. You wanted to feel that sensation once again, with him. With the one you love. With the person you cherished the most.

The two was able to convey their dying emotions through that very obsessive, compulsive kiss-to the very point where you don't want it to stop. Where you truly want it to last forever. You don't want it to end.

You could feel his fingers playfully touch your skin, but you didn't care. You don't even give a damn anymore if this will get too much powerful. All that you wanted this feeling would never end. But, it was not the right thing to do.

The boy sensed that their expression of their affection to one another was getting a bit more intense, strong and extreme, so he closed the kiss with a very deep one.

"...Yuu..?" The both of you pants greatly; still feeling the thrill in every fiber of your human being. You glanced at him, and he impassively stared back.

"I...I can't do this..." He whispered in a low voice, getting off you as he did. He and you sat instantly, sweating like crazy--but also tears drips madly as well.

He too--didn't want it to stop. Your boyfriend wished--deep inside his heart--that he was still there. That he can stay forever at your side; and never leave. But he knows his boundary. He knows his limits. Yes, he has one.

"You...you know..." You murmured mildly between pants, as your tears continued to flow. "I still have another phobia,"

"What is it?" He replied without looking; still feeling flustered on what he just did.

"It's called Thantophobia. It's the fear of losing someone you love." You gazed at him as he did, with his eyes widen. Tears streamed down like a faucet of never-ending tears, as the piercing emotion just bursts out. You cried for all you are worth; and shoved yourself in the boy that you loved so much.

"You're finally consciously awake, (f/n)." He mumbled with his sweet voice, returning your embrace back with a rigid one. Yes, you were dreaming. A dream that every second, every millisecond will feel very real.

"Please...please don't leave me again," You pleaded as you shed tasteless tears, tightening your hug even more. You don't want that image again. The image of him that was leaving you. Him that is slowly fading; walking away from you.

"(F/n)," He muttered as he whimpered in his agony that he's experiencing. "I need to go."

"No! I won't let you! No..." You yelled; squeezing him and whined even more loudly. It hurts. It hurts a lot. You can't even think him erased from your life. Him completely disappearing in his existence.

"(F/n). You need to let me go. You need to free yourself from the affection you have for me. You need to forget about me. You-"

"No... I disagree! I'm not gonna do that!"

His heart twinges in your words. He doesn't want to either. He never desired for you to ever forget him. He never wanted you to throw away the precious feelings you have for him. But he also never wishes for you to suffer because of him. Because of his death.

"Then do a favor for me." His voice suddenly calmed you down, and made you avert your head to him. As you looked up to Nishinoya, he cupped your smooth face and cheeks, with his tears dripping onto you. With his thumb, he gently wiped your tears away while he smiles endearing to you.

"...what is it..?" You bit your lower lip as you stared at him, crying as well. You can't help it. You're getting too emotional. Well, it's essential though.

"Please be happy. Smile for me, (f/n). And that alone assures me that you wouldn't be spell bounded by my love. Okay?" His voice was too cheerless-yet blissful, peaceful.

No words needed. You just nodded, and for the last time, you and Nishinoya shared your one, last, final genuine kiss.

"I loved you more than anything, (f/n). So, I want you to be happy. I want to see you in high spirits again, even though I'm not by your side anymore. Even though I'm not the source of your happiness anymore, please be joyful, and live your life to the fullest. Smile, my treasure. Would you do that for me, yeah?"

You opened your eyes, and found yourself lying on your comfy bed in your own room; with the air conditioner on--filling the whole room with a cold atmosphere.

You sat up; tears can be already spotted in your eyes. Your feet automatically reached your floor; stood up, and silently headed to your small table.

Lifeless eyes you did have, as you stared to the countless picture frames of your precious boyfriend displayed on the wooden desk.

You grabbed one with both of your numb hands, and tears started to soak the glass of the antique frame.

Those trembling knees of yours began to feel weak and made you kneel down with two; as you hide the picture in your arms.

You hugged the frame; your hearts aches unbearably and bowed down--letting your forehead touch the freezing floor.

And just then, you snapped.

You screamed; yelled and shouted painfully, as never-ending salty droplets came out your eyes. You sobbed ferociously, letting out a loud amount of cry that seems to hurt your throat. But you didn't care.

And at the corner of your mind; you remembered his favor. Realizing you haven't answered it, you decided to respond with a short thought as you kept bursting out your emotions.

"I will."

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[A/N:] this is so

i cannot

is it okay

or nah ?

it's arisa's first angst oneshot, so forgive me.

oh welp. good night.

ja nee~

-ARISAA ♥♥