HE WAS EXCITED WHENEVER HE HEARD ABOUT YOU. he was fascinated with the idea of someone, spanish speaking, would be showing up to his class. he's never met anyone that speaks spanish, or has even heard the language before. so the day that you showed up to his classroom, he was absolutely ecstatic; he might've been the happiest person in the room, honestly. most people were surprised and interested in seeing you, but he was different.
"class! attention! this is our foreign exchange student, [l/n] [y/n]," the teacher spoke, gesturing over towards the tan skinned male with fluffy [h/c] hair and glistening [e/c] eyes. his jawline was so strong it could most likely pierce a diamond --- oh no, he's hot.
thinking about how hot the new kid was all nishinoya could think about. he could only think about how your eyes were shifting across the room, the way you'd rub the side of your palm as the teacher introduced you, and the way you continued to swallow and your adam's apple would bob up and down. it was all he noticed.
"me llamas y/n..." you spoke. your voice was music to nishinoya's ears as he found it so relentlessly relaxing. you were quiet and seemed shy, which the short male found adorable, "...tendremos un gran ano escolar junto.."
nishinoya had no clue what you were saying, but he knew it was most likely cute. well, he doesn't know that, he's just wanting everything about you to be cute. when the teacher asked who would want to show you around, he was quick to fire up his hand. he was quite literally... the first one to raise his hand; which the teacher let you sit by him.
"¿quién eres?" you asked while taking your seat next to him, tilting your head to its side. he had zero clue what that meant.
"huh..?" nishinoya responded, looking at you confused.
"¿cómo te llamas?" you asked, pointing at the tag on his desk which looked similar to a name.
"ohhhh! nishinoya!" he responded, pointing towards himself when he said his last name, "later i have a thing to go to, do you wanna go? meet some new people?"
"eh?"
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nishinoya had no clue if you really wanted to meet the team or not, so he just ended up dragging you alone to practice with him. he was excited to introduce you as "the cute mexican boy" to the rest of the team -- he had found out your race through the way you spoke spanish. he had the brilliant idea to use google translate to communicate with you, which was a somewhat of a stupid idea -- since google translate has many mistakes -- but it worked, so far.
he pushed open the metal doors after flashing you a quick grin, with a loud creak. the doors opened to show the whole gym, with its shiny floors and all. the boys had already started practice it seemed, which annoyed nishinoya. he had told them that he had a surprise for them all!
"GUYS!" nishinoya shouted at the top of his lungs, cupping his mouth with his hands so it's echo louder throughout the gym. the guys had stopped their practice to look at him, who was gesturing towards you.
"AS I SAID! i had a surprise! :D isn't he cute?" nishinoya said, talking about you in an unknown language.
"hoy soy y/n, mucho gusto," you spoke generally, tilting your head to its side after nishinoya didn't translate what he had said to you.
"ohhh! is this foreign exchange kid you were talking about, noya?" an orange haired male asked, instantly sprinting up to see you.
"mhm! he's so fucking cute.. but he doesn't understand us, so i have to translate what you say into google for him."
"ohhh! can you tell him hi, i'm shoyo and that i want to be his friend?" shoyo asked, grinning at you while nishinoya took his phone out. the other members of karasuno had walked up to see you. there was a certain bald-headed male that seemed to like teasing nishinoya for calling you cute.
"of course of course! let me type that reallll quick.." nishinoya started, typing out the message, "su nombre es shoyo y quiere ser tu amigo." he spoke, but messed up the pronunciation badly. it's the effort that counts, right?
":0 ¡oh! me gusta tu cabello naranja!" you exclaimed, pointing at shoyo's orange hair.
as time went on, the guys had stopped playing as they all wanted to meet you -- which nishinoya was more than happy to google translate everything they had said. though, tanaka had called you a hooker at some point, which lead to you cussing him out in spanish, which noya found incredibly funny. 'imagine getting cussed out by someone in a different language' was nishinoya's response.
the small boy just knew, that introducing you to them would pay off well. and that he was going to be incredibly happy having met you.
