For the fantabulous @vball-baes-bball-babes ! I am so happy to present you with your very own Christmas gift! When I first got into reading fanfics for my Haikyuu boys you were one of the first blogs I started following, and man did you send me down the dark whole of obsession. Because now I can’t stop writing about my vballers. But, because of your wonderfulness and the joy reading your works brings me, I hope I can bring even a fraction of that to you.
- Character: Kasamatsu Yukio
This is my first time writing for anyone from KNB so I hope it isn’t too bad.
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“It’s cold!”
You rolled your eyes at the blond walking next to you. “It’s not that bad, Kise.”
Laughing as he gaped at your dismissal, you continued on your path. Determined to follow the man that had caught your eye.
“I’m practically a snowman. Can’t we be done?” He whined, tugging on your arm in the opposite direction.
You turned to him, frowning. “You said you could get him to talk to me. That hasn’t happened. So no. We can’t be done until I at least introduce myself.” Throwing your hands into the air you expressed your exasperation with the copy-cat. “How can I ever expect him to fall for me if we’ve never even met? That’s stupid thinking.”
He shook his head. Laughing as he did so, “You can try all you want but it’s not gunna work.”
Pouting at your tall friend, you silently asked for his reasoning.
Kise just repeated his actions and pulled out his phone.
Had you still been watching him, you would have seen Kasamatsu Yukio pull his portal device out shortly after. Seeing it was the basketball prodigy he answered.
“What is it Kise? You better not be giving Hayakawa a hard time!”
Suddenly Kise was laughing into his phone. You were annoyed that your friend was now ignoring you and kept trying to get his attention. Attempting to get him to answer you.
He waves you off and turns away to talk into the phone. “Of course not! It’s fine! It’s fine. Hahaha Anyway, are you free to meet? I’m near your apartment complex and its cold and I want something warm to drink.”
“Yea, well as long as you aren’t skipping practice I guess that’s fine.” Kasamatsu replied.
You were practically glaring at the tall blonde by the time he turned back to face you.
He looked you in the eyes as a sneaky smile grew on his face. “Perfect, meet at the corner cafe?”
The person he was talking to must have agreed, because he gave his farewells and stuck the phone back into his pocket.
“So now you are going to ditch me?” You growled at him, eyes ablaze with the feeling of betrayal. “It’s not even that cold, Kise.” You threw your hands out and away from you.
He stuck his tongue out at you but sauntered away before you could retaliate. Calling over his shoulder, “Come on. If you really want to continue your crusade after I get my drink I’ll still join you.”
Figuring this was his attempt at a compromise, you yielded. What ten minutes drinking a hot beverage and dealing with some random Kise-fan to the possibility of following your crush.
“Fine.” You rushed the distance between you, despite knowing Kise would stop and wait.
Entering the warmth of the quiant cafe, you let your nozzle waft in all the scents. “Mhmm, this was a good idea, Kise.” He smiled and just ushered you to the line in response. “Well, now look who’s in a hurry.”
Had you been paying more attention, you might have seen the spiky black haired male that had just walked in behind you.
“Welcome. What can I get started for you today?” The cashier sent a practiced customer service smile your way. Having had friends in the industry you knew that forced expression anywhere.
You stuck a couple extra dollars into the tip jar as you placed your order. Two large hot chocolates. It was the least you could do for your friend after practically dragging him all over town, not that you’d let him out of holding up his offer to continue afterwards or anything silly like that.
The cashier sent you a grateful smile after handing you your change, a silent thanks for the tip.
You stepped off to the side to wait for your drinks, not noticing or caring that Kise wasn’t right next to you anymore.
“I have two large hot chocolates!” The person placing the styrofoam cups called.
You stepped up and grabbed the drinks, “Thank you.”
The worker nodded to you and called, “I have a caramel hot chocolate!”
Trying to quickly get out of the way, you forgot to pay attention to your surroundings. BUmping into someone and spilling one drink all over yourself.
The other had the fortunate pleasure of coating the poor individual you seemingly attacked.
“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention.” You reached for some napkins from behind you and started dabbing the male’s chest. Thankful that it had not been woman’s because you really did not want to get accused of groping in public. “Crap this isn’t coming out at all. I’m so sorry. Please, how can I-” You cut yourself off as your eyes traveled up the form. (e/c) orbs looking with steel blue. “-I-I repay you…”
Kasamatsu’s face was completely red. He had turned mute as soon as the accident occurred, unsure of how he should respond in this situation. Too scared to run away because it might cause you to think you did worse then what happened, but too afraid to say anything because ‘Crap it’s a girl!’
“You’re blocking the pick-up area. Go figure things out somewhere else.” Another customer said to your pair, side swiping around you to grab their own drink. Yelling back to the workers, “And, someone come clean this mess up. Why the hell I’m paying this much for this shit coffee and you can’t even keep your store clean, I’ll never know.”
Huffing out, you quickly made your resolve, “I’m sorry Kasamatsu-senpai.” You turned a scowl on the rude customer. “How dare you yell at these people as if they were your own personal slaves. This is the 21st freaking century you jerk. Obviously this spill just happened, otherwise you would not have felt the need to comment to us about it. Additionally, it was my fault so I will be cleaning it up. Unlike you, some of us actually have respect for ourselves and take responsibility for our actions. These friendly workers made your drink and I’m sure they didn’t mess it up, they do not choose what prices of items are, AND you freaking chose to come here. So get off whatever freaking high-horse you think you are on and apologize for your behavior!”
You were breathless by the time your rant finished. You had accidently drew the attention of many patrons within the small cafe, but many started applauding your outburst. The person you had scolded however just shook their head at you and smirked, “You have no idea who I am, princess. So why don’t you hold your tongue before you hurt yourself.”
It sounded like a threat, and while you weren’t one to back down from a challenge, someone else beat you to it.
“It’s not about who you think you are, it’s about being morally correct. She’s right, the workers did nothing to deserve you attitude or comments. You need to apologize to them before YOU get hurt.” Kasamatsu said evenly, his bushy eyebrows squishing in above his nose as his face expressed a near scowl.
The customer rolled their eyes, “Yea whatever. Sorry, I guess.” And promptly left the store.
By the time Kasamatsu realized he had said a full sentence in front of a member of the female population he had already returned to the blushing mess he was before.
“Geez, (F/N).” Kise called, wrapping his arm over his former captain’s shoulders. “I’m gone for like a minute–you make a mess and cause a scene. What am I going to do with you..?” You knew he was just trying to tease, but it was to early for that.
You knew you messed up. And looking up at the pair of boys from you position on the ground, having already crouched down to wipe up your mess, you told him so. “Not now, Kise. I feel bad enough.”
“Well then.” Kise smiled, “GUess I just gotta brighten your day, huh?”
Ignoring him, you went back to wiping the floor. Eager to get out of the embarrassing situation, get home, changed and out of you now soaked clothes.
“This is–” The blonde basketball player started.
Just to be interrupted by Kasamatsu simultaneously ducking from beneath his arm and realizing something new. “Wait, what? How do you know me?”
Kise was really surprised by his former captain’s ability to form a coherent sentence. Not only in front of you, a female, but also directed at you, a female.
You stayed silent, hoping it would save you.
Forgetting you had your nose-butting-into-everyone-else’s-business-friend with you. “Oh, (F/N) has been begging me to introduce you two for a while now.” You shot your head up and glared at the blonde. He pretended to duck behind his black haired companion. “There I kept my promise, now it’s up to you.” And he left.
Just like that. He left you.
Alone.
With your crush.
“I’m going to kill him.” You said staring at the door intently.
“That’s not legal.” Kasamatsu countered, “I’ll just make Hayakawa run him to the ground in their next practice.” The third-year’s blue eyes were trained hard on the same door you had previously been looking at.
Unfortunately for your sanity, you had turned your attention to your new found company.
Standing up from your position you made quick work of taking care of your trash. Reading yourself for a hasty exit after your sub-par performance of a first meeting.
“W-w-wait, sh-shoul-d-n’t you get a n-new drin-nk?” He stuttered out, face back to resembling a tomato.
You shook your head in the negative, “Nah, I spent my last bit of cash getting these for Kise and I because I owed him.”
The male in front of you just nodded his head. Internally accepting the fact that of course you were with Kise. ‘How could someone so willing to stand up for what’s right be with a silly boy like him?’ He wondered, before mentally slapping himself. He hardly knew your name, who did he think he was to get jealous over your relationship with his older teammate.
“He did hold up his end of the deal by introducing me to my crush, so I guess I could thank him formally for that later.” You mumbled to yourself.
Unfortunately for you, fortunately for everyone else in your life, Kasmatsu heard you.
And while he returned to a stuttering mess of a cherry faced boy, he grabbed onto your wrist, walked you back to the cashier, re-order you and his hot chocolates and paid for them both.
Kise looked through the window at his friend with a small smile playing on his lips, “You go Kasamatsu! Take good care of her for me.” And walked away to leave you to your make-shift date.
Oh this is so cute!!! Thank you so much for the lovely surprise! I’m glad to have influenced you to start writing about our lovely boys! Thanks for always being so supportive (including helping me with writing some prompts) and just generally being a sweet person! I think you did a great job writing my dear Kasamatsu!
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