Too Sweet (Nishinoya X reader)

•Prologue•

He never knew the girl that would run through the halls.

"STOP! IT HURTS!"

No one did really. Some would talk to her occasionally, but besides that she was mostly running through the halls of Karasuno without a word.

"You need to push, and breath."

Despite not knowing the (H/C)'s name, she never failed to give him (and everyone else) sweets and gifts on holidays or just randomly throughout the years.

"What are we going to do? We don't have the money and she's only a few weeks old."

"There's only one choice. But it's up to you."

Nishinoya never actually got her name even though they 'knew' each other for three years. He would watch her run down the halls, her (H/L) (H/C) bouncing as she went, and small pieces of nicely wrapped candy would fall from her pockets every other step.

"They'll take care of our baby, don't worry."

"I can't believe we have to do this."

He still remembers her perfectly. She was small, had an (E) background, smooth (S/T) skin, (H/L) (H/C) hair, big and bright (E/C) eyes, and cute lips that were almost always in a smile. She wore a necklace constanly, silver chain with a small diamond hanging from it.

"We'll take care of her, I promise."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Gives this too her, please."

One last time, after many tries through the years, on the last day of school. Nishinoya was about to talk to her after classes while it was raining outside. But just as soon a he opened his mouth, she was running through the downpour and into a car where there driver looked just too old to be her mother.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)."

Nishinoya sucked on the hard candy that fell out of her bag when she ran. He was walking through the rain with his team sweater thrown over his head. He flattened out the wrapper that he had crumpled in his had, examining it.

He didn't recognise the print or the name,
Aunt Anne's Sweets
The name was in English, but he was able to translate it none the less, terribly for that matter. Nishinoya shrugged and pushed the wrapper gently into his pocket.

Maybe it's important.

He had thought. But what good is a piece of plastic with a name in it anyway.

The name.

He thought.

I know it from somewhere, I'm sure of it.

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An old lady held a small child with (E/C) eyes on the door step to a large building, watching a depressed couple walk way.

She turned her back and walked through the large doors of the building. A sign hung above the door.

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Aunt Anne's Adoption
And Sweet Shop
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