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[Name] tapped her foot against the concrete of the walkway impatiently, her arms folded across her chest as she tried her best to wait for Karasuno's Guardian Deity. The rest of the volleyball players had left long ago, all of them excitedly on their way to Ukai's store where Daichi would proceed to buy them meat buns as usual. Nishinoya had decided to stay back for a few minutes in order to shower in the gym—he had been sweating more than usual today and the smell had even started to get to him. Being the good friend that she was, [Name] decided to keep Nishinoya company by waiting for him outside the locker rooms.
Of course, her generosity came with a price.
"Oi, [Name]-chan, here you go."
Turning on her heel, [Name] had to fumble a bit as a dripping mass was thrown at her. She fumbled with it a bit before finally getting a good grasp on it, noticing that it was her journal which had been thrown at her. Holding it up by the edges, she noticed how the pages were all sopping wet; some of the pages that had ink on them had even started running, creating cool patterns. To anyone else, the book would be completely ruined, but to [Name] it was perfect.
"Thank you for helping me with my journal, Nishinoya-senpai," [Name] said with a smile, looking at the fresh out of the shower libero.
Giving her a large grin and a thumbs up, Nishinoya proceeded to sling his bag over his shoulder before striding forward. [Name] followed slightly behind him, bringing the corner of her journal up to her nose as she inhaled its new scent.
"Why did you want me to do that for you, anyway?" Nishinoya asked, his voice full of curiosity as he continued to watch where he was going. The towel that was still slung over his shoulder fluttered slightly in the wind as he walked and [Name] wanted to reach out and take it from him. "You could've asked anybody else in the club."
Blushing a light pink, [Name] turned to avoid looking at the back of Nishinoya's head. "Y-You take the longest showers, so I thought it would be better for the prompt. That's all," [Name] explained quickly, her voice sounding a bit flustered.
"Oh? Are you sure that's it?" Nishinoya said, noticing her nervous tone. A mischevious grin plastered itself onto his lips as he stopped to look her in the eye. "I think it's because of another reason."
Of course it was, but [Name] would never tell Nishinoya that she enjoyed the smell of his body wash the most. Ever since she had smelled it the first time the libero had used it after practice, she had been obsessively trying to track down that peculiar scent. Now her book had been imprinted with it and she could carry it wherever she went.
Looking around in haste, [Name] tried to change the subject. "Nishinoya-senpai, we're finally the same height!" [Name] exclaimed, saying the first thing that came to mind while pointing towards his hair.
"H-Hey! Shut up, damn it!"
…Bring this book in the shower with you.