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grocery run - nishinoya yuu x reader

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"What inspires someone to buy a Harry Styles cardboard cutout at 1 am?"



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It was around that time of night when the strange part of people started to come out. It didn't help that (Name) was in the one place where all those people went, the supermarket, doing very late-night grocery shopping because she was doing anything she could to avoid studying. It seemed like she was the only one in the whole supermarket that was truly in her right mind at that moment, not even the cashier seemed to be 100% (seeing as he was holding his eyelids up with Hello Kitty band aids).



"Here comes the true decision," she mumbled to herself as she pushed the cart down a long aisle of foods that only produced fat and regret, "Am I going to get beef ramen or chicken ramen?"



She was so focused on her decision that she didn't notice the guy standing behind her and attempting to make the decision along with her.



"I would go with chicken if I were you," the guy slurred, standing unfazed as (Name) squealed and bumped into the shelves in front of her. 



"Holy shit," she breathed, "I didn't even see you there."



"Get the chicken," the guy repeated, taking a single pack off of the shelf and putting it in her jean pocket before turning and strolling down the aisle. (Name) watched him for several moments, putting the pack of ramen back on the shelf and slowly making her way down the aisle as well.



"Are you following me?" the guy hiccuped, turning towards her and walking backwards with a sly smirk on his face.



"Are you drunk?"



"Exactly."



(Name) nodded slowly and noticed that handful of items the guy with the striped hair was holding, and she tried desperately to suppress the laughter that she was dying to let out. He had something that looked like a fluffy scarf wrapped around one of his arms and a cardboard cutout in the other. However, that wasn't it. He was wearing slippers, but due to the fact that the store owners tie the two slippers together, he was wearing two different pairs of slippers with an extra one flopping on the ground whenever he took a step. 



"What inspires someone to buy a Harry Styles cardboard cutout at 1 am?" (Name) inquired, biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling. The guy stopped walking backwards and looked in his hands for a moment.



"There's a completely logical explanation for this..." he mumbled, glancing at the cardboard cutout and furrowing his eyebrows, "...But I just can't remember it right now."



"I thought so," (Name) smiled as she passed him in the aisle and carried on with her grocery run. She heard the pitter patter of the guy's multiple slippers and he caught up with her, walking by her side nonchalantly. The guy looked exhausted. His hair was anywhere but down, except the one blonde streak that kept on falling in his face, his eyes seemed to be begging to close, and it wouldn't have surprised (Name) if he laid down and slept right then and there. 



The drunk, short boy blindly grabbed things from the shelves on either side of him as he followed (Name) to wherever she planned on going. It made her slightly nervous, because she was fully aware that he would regret this in 10 hours, and she tried her best to ignore him. However, when he walked directly to the expensive part of the store to make a purchase on a brand new phone, (Name) knew something had to be done.



"Okay, hey, hey, wait a second," she sighed, grabbing the arm that he had wrapped with a scarf before he could grab the latest version of the iPhone and blow his money on it, "Look-er-what's your name?"



"Oh, that's a tricky question," he smirked.



"You're obviously beyond wasted at this point-"



"They used to call me the Guardian Deity when I was the greatest libero in Miyagi," he stated proudly, glancing at her as if he was expecting an impressed reaction.



"Libero?"



"I'm Nishinoya," he frowned, slouching his shoulders when he realized she had no clue what he was talking about.



"Nishinoya, okay," she repeated, mumbling a couple of things under her breath as she dragged him down an aisle in search of god knows what. Nishinoya's stomachache only increased as she showed no sign of loosening her grip on the fluffy scarf on his arm, and he couldn't help but wonder why she kept on talking to him and why her determined face was so adorable.



"Did you even hear me just now?"



"You're kind of cute, you know," he hiccuped, ignoring her question and the way his body jumped when he let out the strange sound.



"Thank you, now do you have coffee at your house or not?" she asked while she looked through several shelves of coffee brands that she apparently didn't approve of because she didn't give half of them a second glance. He shrugged and wiped his brown eyes with the fluffy scarf.



"I'll just get some of this... and did you know that sports drinks help with hangovers too?" she asked to no one in particular. Nishinoya squinted his eyes and held the many coffee packets she was handing him, feeling both confused and uninvolved with what the girl was doing.



"I have a shitload of those at my house," he slurred, the exhaustion that he had forgotten about before was now making itself more aware when his eyes were threatening to close. She got a few more things and realized towards the end of her grocery run that it was a bad idea to give things to a drunk and tired Nishinoya. He was leaning against one of the shelves, sniffing one of the coffee packets she had handed him earlier and nodding his head every now and then when he was about to go to sleep. 



"Do you want to leave or not?" she asked, slightly amused at his state and wondering what he was like when he was sober. He didn't reply, he only pushed himself off of the shelf and followed her to the cashier who hastily tore of the band aids he was using to keep his eyes open. 



"This bag is yours," (Name) mumbled, handing him a bag which contained a fluffy scarf, many packets of instant coffee (which (Name) had so considerately reminded him to get), one pair of slippers ((Name) had taken out the extra pair) and a single pack of chicken ramen, "It was interesting meeting you."



She turned around to walk away and expected him to do the same, but when he continued to stand outside of the supermarket, she let out a long groan of realization.



"You don't have a ride, do you?" she questioned, shuffling back towards him.



"Just a little," he murmured, rubbing his eyes with the scarf again.



"That doesn't even make sense. You either do, or you don't."



"Just a little."



"Just get in my car."
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lil one-shot of drunk nishinoya and concerned reader

not quite sure what i think about this one, so if you have anything to correct or suggest, please feel free HAV - Benjamin Franklin 
(also idk what a release file is, but i accidentally attached a picture to it because i'm a fool)
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not sure if i can physically express with words how much i loved this