Kuroo – At the Café

Running in from the torrential downpour that erupted, Kuroo
shakes the water from his head and shirks his now soaked Nekoma team jacket.

“I thought the forecast called for sunshine today,” he grumbles, wringing the drenched garment over
the nearest potted plant. Shaking it out, he places the cold material over his
forearm as he readjusts the bag hanging on his shoulder. Looking around he
smiles. He’s never been to a place like this before but he’s heard Kenma talk
about them. Thanks to the sudden storm he’s found himself stranded in a book
café. Usually lacking any spare time to read for pleasure, he’s never had
reason to seek one out but it will do as a haven in this tempest.

Turning his head, he notices a chalkboard with the “perfect
pairings” of the day. Looking closer he sees these are recommendations of books
to read and which drinks to enjoy while you do.

“How clever,” he
thinks reading over the list:

A Study in Scarlet –
Lapsan Souchong Tea

Sense and Sensibility
– Earl Grey Tea

Harry Potter and the
Sorcerer’s Stone – Butter Beer Soda

The Hobbit – Hot Rum
Coffee

Chuckling to himself, Kuroo makes his way further into the
café, eyes trailing around to take in the décor. The walls are, unsurprisingly,
lined with shelves of books stretching all the way to the ceiling of the rather
tall building with ladders that have signs saying, “PLEASE ASK FOR ASSISTANCE.”

In the center of the room are various chairs, couches,
chaises and stools all exceptionally comfortable looking. In the very back,
around another shelf of books, lies an almost hidden alcove are four pods nestled
within the shelves where one can stretch out if they so desire. Finding them
empty, Kuroo takes advantage of his luck, slinging down his bag and crawling
into one of the spaces.

He’s surprised to find he fits and commends the
establishment for considering their taller patrons. Placing his hands behind
his head he’s just about to close his eyes when a giggle carries down the rows
of make believe causing his eyelids to fly open and himself to catapult out of
the comfy nook. Neglecting his bag, he rounds the corner to find the source of
the noise.

In little time, he comes across the drink and snack
dispensary and it’s there he finds what, or rather who, he’s looking for. He’d
know that giggle anywhere, no matter how many years it’s been since he last
heard it. His eyes widened when they land on your profile. You’re talking to a
customer, a regular from the looks of it, your eyes shining and grin confident.
You always were so sure of yourself, it was one of the things which attracted
Kuroo to you in the first place even at a young age.

He can’t help but stare at you because the last time he saw
you, when you both were twelve years old, he thought you were the cutest girl
in the world. Now…now you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Your hair
is perfectly styled but at the same time has a natural look to it and his hand
itches to run his fingers through it. Your smile is bright and wide, one of his
most favorite features you possess. He’d always try to come up with ways to
make you smile, whether it was at his expense or the expense of others. He’d
loved making you blush, learning to craft his art of provocation based on your
reactions. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit he’s tried a time or two to make
other girls react the way you did when you were together, but it never is quite
the same.

And now, after 6 years, he can finally talk to you again.
That is, if he can get his legs to move or his mouth to work. He wasn’t
expecting this reaction to seeing you again. It’s like you’re the same person
and someone completely different at the same time. His teenage hormones aren’t
helping the situation either but that’s neither here nor there; there’s no way he’s leaving without at least
talking to you and hopefully getting your number.

He realizes he’s never fully let go of the crush he had on
you and just seeing you again has brought those feelings all the way to the
surface frighteningly quick. Despite his nervousness, he finally gets his feet
to work, striding to the counter now that the other customer has left.

Your back is to him as you arrange their order and when you
turn back around he’s smirking in the teasing manner he’s known for.

Your eyes grow exceptionally wide as you inhale a breath of
surprise. Then, before he knows what’s happening, you’ve launched yourself over
the counter, throwing your arms around his neck. His body moves on autopilot,
arms wrapping around your waist as you say rather loudly, “Oh my god, Tetsukuroo!”
The old nickname makes his heart warm further and he squeezes you tightly.

“Hey ______-chan, fancy meeting you here,” he says
chuckling.

When you finally pull back you’re blushing like mad, mostly
due to the snickers coming from behind by your co-worker. Extracting yourself
from Tetsuro, you smooth out your apron and shirt trying to calm your heart.
It’s been ages since you last saw him. You don’t quite know how you lost touch
when you moved but all the years seem to melt away when you look in his eyes.
Time has done him well. You always thought he was cute but now…damn!

“So, how long have you been back?” he asks, hands in his
pockets.

“Um, not very long, just under a month,” you reply tucking a
strand of hair behind your ear.

Just as he’s about to ask another question a throat clearing
catches both of your attention. Turning around you see your manager looking
pointedly at you and then the cash register. Squeaking out an apology, you grab
a napkin and hastily scrawl your phone number.

“Call or text me later, I’m off at 4:00,” you say hurriedly
and then dash back behind the counter.

Clutching the napkin like a life line, Kuroo makes his way
back to his stuff. The nook is still open so he lays back down. He’s thrilled
to have run into you again and even more happy at how happy you looked to see him.
Having you in his arms wasn’t bad either. Glancing at your number he puts it in
his phone but he has no plans of calling you. He’s going to wait here until
you’re done with your shift.

Pulling a random book from the shelf next to his head he
begins reading, finding the story surprisingly interesting. Before long two
hours has gone by and it’s time for you to get off. Gathering his stuff Kuroo
waits around the corner from where you have to walk to exit the food and drink
area. As you pass him he slinks up behind you and says, “Boo.”

You squeal turning around rapidly and almost dropping the
load of books in your arms. Helping to steady you, Kuroo laughs. “Still such a
scaredy cat,” he teases making you blush.

“And still such the schemer I see,” you retort with mock
irritation.

He grins and ruffles your hair. Again it’s like no time at
all has gone by and nothing’s changed save for the thundering in your heart
when you look at him.

Kuroo, unbeknownst to you, is having similar thoughts and
feelings. What he believed to be a childhood crush is rapidly growing into a
firm attraction for you.

“Get a grip Kuroo,”
he thinks as he walks with you to the exit, “You literally just found each other again. Don’t scare her off by
coming on too strong.”

“You didn’t have to wait for me you know,” you say as you
put the stack of books onto a cart that says RETURNS on it.

“Who said anything about waiting for you? I got wrapped up
in a book,” he quips smirking at you. It’s not entirely a lie, he really did
get sucked into the story he was reading but he can’t pass up an opportunity to
tease you.

You roll your eyes, shifting the bag on your shoulder.
Looking outside you can see it’s still raining cats and dogs out there and the
thought of rushing to the train stop in this downpour is less than inviting.
Looking back at Kuroo you say, “Well, since you’re here anyway we may as well
catch up. At least until the rain stops.”

“Sounds good, how about over there?” He points to a couch
near a hearth where a pleasant fire is burning. Nodding you follow him over,
the two of you placing your bags down before taking a seat facing one another.

Over the next two hours you talk about everything. What
you’ve been up to in your new home before coming back, how he’s the captain of
the volleyball team and all the preparations and practice the team is doing to
make it to Nationals. You talk school, friends, family, anything and
everything.

Eventually both of your stomachs rumble louder than the
thunder crashing outside.

Looking sheepish Kuroo asks, “I don’t suppose that little
place in the back does dinner?”

You laugh shaking your head. “No, just drinks, pastries and
simple snacks. I’m afraid if we want actual food we’re going to have to brave
the storm.”

Gathering your stuff, you make your way together to the
front door. Neither of you have an umbrella so you’ll have to make a run for
it. Dashing out the door you’re both soaked within seconds but are laughing as
you scamper towards the train station. Looking at Kuroo with his wide silly
grin makes you fall for him even harder. How can you feel so deeply for him
after only a couple of hours?

When you finally reach the station and look at each other
you burst out laughing at the same time. Kuroo’s hair is completely plastered
against his head and face and you doubt you look much better. The train hasn’t
arrived yet and as you wait you shiver. It’s quite cold in addition to being
wet. Suddenly you feel strong arms around you and turn into them, wrapping your
arms around Kuroo’s waist.

As your head settles on his chest you listen to his heart.
It’s beating fast and you can’t help but wonder if that’s due to the run or
because he’s holding you.

When you look up you find him already looking down at you.
Your eyes meet and a thousand words pass without a sound. You tilt your head
up, your face inching closer to his.

“_____-chan,” he says lowly, his warm breath caressing your
face. All you do is nod and he closes the distance, kissing you softly at
first. Then, as if setting a match to a tinder box, his arms move from your
shoulders to your waist tugging you against his firm torso. His lips are
insistent, hungrily massaging your own until you yield, allowing his tongue to
graze yours. Instant heat floods your belly moving outward to your limbs. This
is now your most favorite way of warming up.

For need of oxygen, you pull away inhaling deeply before
opening your eyes. Kuroo’s own are wide and dilated, his cheeks a rosy red and
his mouth curling up into his signature grin.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like me
_____-chan,” he says nuzzling your nose.

You giggle giving him another peck. “You always could read
me like an open book, Tetsukuroo.”

He groans. “Argh, you and your puns!”

Then his eyes turn a little serious, his hand cupping your
cheek. “But that won’t stop me from liking you. I mean, really, really, really liking you.” He pauses, taking in
a deep breath before asking, “Be my girlfriend?”

You nod and he kisses you again, the perfect end to your
fairytale day and the perfect beginning of a grand new adventure.

Not everyone loves volleyball (as much as the boys think they should)

This was a request for Kageyama and Yamaguchi who have
girlfriends that don’t like volleyball. I’m keeping them together in one post
since they were requested as such.

Tobio Kageyama

“Hey Kageyama, is _______-chan going to be there today?”
Hinata asks loudly on the bus as Karasuno makes their way to a small practice
tournament.

“Shut up dumbass!” the setter hisses but it’s too late.

“Oi, who’s _____-chan?” asks Tanaka leaning over the back of
the seat the weirdo duo are sitting in.

Before Kageyama can answer Hinata is already speaking,
“Didn’t you know? That’s Kageyama’s girlfriend!”

Silence descends for just a moment before all hell breaks
loose in the form of Tanaka and Nishinoya erupting into choruses of, “What?!”
and “How can scary face Kageyama have a girlfriend when we don’t?” and various
other such exclamations and bemoaning complaints.

“That’s enough!” shouts Daichi momentarily ending the ruckus
but even he’s incapable of stopping the flow of questions that follow.

“Where did you meet her?” asks Yamaguchi.

“Is she cute? Does she have a sister, preferably an older
one?” Tanaka interjects.

“Why didn’t you tell us about her?” This from Asahi quietly.

“Has she ever come to a game? Was she there in secret?” Even
Yachi is drawn into the fray.

Sitting still with his hands clenched and teeth gritting,
Kageyama fights every urge he has to strike Hinata and keeps his eyes out the
window. Noting his discomfort, Sugawara deftly thwarts further questioning by
saying, “Come on guys, it’s pretty clear he doesn’t want to talk about it. Lay
off for now, yeah?”

Finally, everyone settles back down just in time for them to
arrive to their destination. As they file off the bus Ukai, who’d gone ahead to
help prepare for the matches, notices Kageyama looks more annoyed that usual.
He knows better than to ask the setter directly and settles for talking to
Sugawara, the team’s proclaimed handler of the temperamental first year.

“What’s eating Kageyama?”

Sugawara sighs. “Hinata let loose the fact that Kageyama has
a girlfriend. I’m sure you understand how that went over.”

Ukai groans, rubbing his forehead. “Sometimes I really
wonder about that kid. Do you think he’ll be ok? He looks really…upset.”

The silver haired shrugs his shoulders. “Usually he picks
himself back up, though I can’t understand why he’s so upset. I mean, yeah, the
boys teased him but he’s had much worse dealt to him before. Want me to talk to
him?”

The coach nods and Sugawara makes his way to the locker
room. Almost everyone is ready and starts to head to the courts to warm up.
Just as Tobio shuts his locker door Sugawara says, “Hold on a sec Kageyama.”
The black-haired setter winces already figuring why his senpei is telling him
to hang back but he respects the third year and does what he’s told.

Daichi sends an understanding nod towards Suga and ushers
the rest of the team out as quickly as possible. Once they are alone Suga looks
at Kageyama with kind eyes.

“You know, you seem much more upset about what happened back
there than I would expect,” he begins gently. When his kouhai keeps his eyes
rooted to the floor he goes on, “I know you don’t like talking about things but
if you need to, I’m available to listen. And I won’t say anything to the team.”

After a few moments of silence Tobio spouts out, “I’m pissed
because I don’t know why ______-chan won’t come to anything I ask her to. At
least, when it comes to volleyball.”

Suga’s eyes widen. “You mean you’ve asked her to come to
stuff and she’s refused?”

Tobio nods. “Yeah and she’s always got some lame excuse as
to why. I… I mean…” he meets Suga’s eyes for the first time since they’ve
begun speaking, “Do you think she wants to break up with me?”

Sugawara has never seen Kageyama look so vulnerable. “He must really like this girl,” he
thinks with an inner smile. Ah, young love.

“Well, since I don’t know her I can’t say but I do recommend
asking her what’s going on,” he offers. Stepping up next to the first year he
places a hand on his shoulder giving it a squeeze. “And if she can’t be honest
with you, is she really someone you should be in a relationship with in the
first place?”

Tobio sighs, shaking his head.

“Talk to her tomorrow, but right now, get your head in the
game, ok?”

He nods before the two setters make their way to the court.

The next day you’re sitting outside at a lunch table eating
your bento when Tobio sits down heavily across from you, his normally serious
face looking even more so. Before you can ask what’s wrong he blurts out, “Why
won’t you come to any of my games? And why don’t you want to meet the team or
see us practice?”

As used to his abruptness as you are, his aggressive
interrogation startles you. Fixing your eyes on the table you gulp. Really,
it’s a miracle the two of you have even started dating given the fact that you
avoid or deflect any conversation or question about volleyball. You should have
known this would happen sooner or later but still cling to the hope you can
brush it off like you usually do.

“Tobio-kun, I told you, I’m just really busy and-“

He cuts you off firmly, “It’s not just that. It’s something
else, something you’re not telling me! What is it? Do you hate volleyball or
something?”

Tobio knows he should be handling the situation more gently
but he’s extremely frustrated. It wasn’t just that he didn’t want to answer the
guys’ questions yesterday, it was that he couldn’t. As blunt and obtuse as he
can be sometimes, he knew not to confess that you’d flat out refused to meet
the team, only having met Hinata because he caught the two of you saying
goodbye before Tobio headed to practice one day.

When you finally look up at him your eyes are hard, the
result of your effort to keep your tears from falling. You’d sworn to yourself
you’d never cry over this stupid sport again.

“And what if I do? Hmmmm?” you challenge and are satisfied
to see open shock on his face.

After a moment, he clears his throat and says more gently,
“Er…that’s…that’s fine if it’s really how you feel. I just…I wish I knew why?”

Kageyama is very aware that his passion (more like
obsession) with volleyball is rarely met by anyone else save for possibly
Hinata. He also knows that there are people who flat out don’t like the sport.
He just never expected to be dating someone from the second camp.

Knowing you’ve come too far to back out now you sigh,
closing your eyes. You can’t look at him while you say this, it’s just too
embarrassing.

“Tobio-kun, I’m sorry for frustrating you like this. And I
don’t exactly hate volleyball.” He
relaxes at this, but remains silent waiting for you to go on. “But I don’t like
it anymore. It…it brings back painful memories from junior high that I’d rather
just forget.”

When you open your eyes, you’re surprised to see him
regarding you with almost a kind look on his face. It’s rare to see him relax
from his normal scowl, usually only happening when the two of you are alone or
(and this is just hearsay for you since you’ve never been to a game) when he or
his team complete a really good play or win a match.

“Tell me, maybe…maybe talking about it will help,” he says
and surprises you again by reaching across the table to take your hand.

Squeezing his in return you halting tell him about how you
were made fun of because you could never manage to spike the ball. No matter
how hard you tried you just couldn’t do it, always afraid of hurting someone or
looking foolish. And since you weren’t good at anything else to take the place
of being a spiker your team slowly by surely began to think of you and then
call you worthless. You quit after your first year because of it but the stigma
of your failure followed you for the next two years so by the time you reached
high school you tried to convince yourself that you hate volleyball but it was
only a cover for the hurt you felt.

You feel his hand clench yours tighter at your words but
before you can say anything further he says, “I know what it feels like to have
your whole team turn their backs on you.” Your eyes widen at his confession. He
goes on, “I mean…with me it was my own fault, but still…I understand.”

“Tobio-kun,” you say softly, your eyes brimming with tears.

Before you can start crying he continues, his eyes downcast,
“And even though I’ve worked on changing and things are going well, that
fear…it’s never really gone away. I just work harder on the things I need to
and ignore it.” Looking back up to your face he says, “I…I’d really love to
show you how great a sport this is. It’s…it’s important to me and well…you’re
important to me,” here his cheeks and the tips of his ears begin to turn red
making you giggle as he goes on, “And…and I’d really like to have the two most
important things in my life…together.”

Giving him a genuine
smile you nod. “Ok, Tobio-kun, please take care of me.”

He actually smiles as he stands tugging you to your feet.
Placing a swift kiss on your cheek he says, “We’ll start with you coming to
practice with me to meet the team. They know about you now thanks to dumbass
Hinata so don’t be surprised if they kind of ambush you.”

You laugh as the two of you walk back inside and suddenly you
feel lighter having finally released the heavy stone of burden you’d placed
upon yourself, thankful for the boy next to you who helped you let go.

Tadashi Yamaguchi

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Kei asks bluntly to Tadashi as
they enter the arena for the Interhigh Tournament. The timid pinch server looks
around, returning Yachi’s enthusiastic wave with a small one. Then, realizing
she can help, he runs up to the stands.

“Yachi-san, have you seen _____-chan around anywhere?” he
yells.

The first-year manager shakes her head but offers, “I can go
look for her, maybe she’s lost?”

Not wanting to burden her, he insists it’s fine and no doubt
you’ll be there soon. Yachi looks doubtful but holds her position per his
request. Turning back around he begins practicing serves with the rest of the
team hoping you’ll arrive in time for at least one of their matches. The
whistle blows indicating the teams need to get into position and in no time at
all the first match has begun.

After the nail biting fight against Dateko with Karasuno
emerging victorious Yamaguchi looks up into the stands once more. He sees
Shimada-san and Takinoue-san have arrived to cheer them on but you’re not
there.

When the final point falls to Aoba Jousai ending Karasuno’s
run in the Interhigh, Tadashi doesn’t even bother looking for you. He knows
you’re not there. Part of him is glad, at least this way you didn’t see his
epic failure of a serve in his first ever tournament but the fact that he’d
told you well in advance about this and expressed his hope that you’d be there
to be met with not even a text or a call hurts.

The evening following the devastating loss Yamaguchi is
behind the market with Shimada-san discussing the game. When they’ve finished
determining the pinch server’s next moves the shop worker looks at him
curiously.

“The game isn’t all that’s bothering you, is it?” he asks.

Tadashi shakes his head. “I…I invited my girlfriend to come
to the tournament. She said she’d try to make it but…” he trails off never
taking his eyes off the ground.

Tossing the ball as he talks Shimada- san advises, “You
know, Yamaguchi-kun, one of the most important facets of any relationship is
communication. If you’re this upset that she didn’t come you need to let her
know.”

Yamaguchi sighs, running his hands through his hair. “I
know, it’s just that…it seems like any time I bring up anything to do with
volleyball…it’s almost like she’s tuning me out. I mean, I thought it was just
me picking bad times to talk about stuff but now, I’m not so sure.”

“The problem won’t go away by ignoring it,” Shimada-san says
firmly, “And since volleyball is a big part of your life that you’re taking
very seriously, I think you need to have a conversation with her about why
she’s avoiding it.”

Nodding Tadashi stands, bowing low to express his thanks for
the help and the advice of his sensei before heading to your house. If he
doesn’t do this now, he’ll never do it.

Knocking with a shaking hand he waits patiently for you to
come to the door. You open it, your eyes widening in surprise at his presence.
Usually Tadashi-kun texts you when he’s coming over. “Hey,” you say opening the
screen door and stepping out, “Everything ok?”

Taking a deep breath, he meets your eyes, a surprising
firmness in his gaze. “No, _____-chan, everything’s not ok. Do you…do you have
time to talk? Maybe we can go to the park?”

A sudden shiver runs down your spine. You have a feeling you
know what this is about and really you can’t blame him for being upset. Nodding
you reach back into grab your coat off the rack, calling to your mom that
you’ll be back soon and then exiting with your boyfriend. The walk to the park
is silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts.

When you reach your destination the two of you each sit on a
swing, turning slightly to look at one another. It’s one of your more favorite
places to talk.

Steeling his nerves, Yamaguchi looks up at your face.
“______-chan, I…I want to apologize.”

Now that is not what you were expecting. “What do you mean,
Tadashi-kun?”

“I…I’ve been very upset with you the past couple days but
really the fault is mine. When I said I’d love if you could come see us play
yesterday I shouldn’t have left it such an open-ended invitation. I wanted you there and was really
disappointed when you didn’t show up or didn’t bother to call or text me about
the tournament once.”

Before you can respond he holds up a hand. You stay silent
as he goes on, “It’s become pretty clear there’s some issue here and for some
reason it’s related to volleyball. At first I thought it was me just being
paranoid or oversensitive but I can’t hold this in any longer. Volleyball is a
big part of my life and if you don’t want to be involved with it that’s fine.
But will be you please at least tell me why? Or tell me if it is me and I’ll
work on fixing whatever it is I need to fix.”

You feel your eyes start to fill with tears. It’s just like
Tadashi-kun to take all the blame on himself even as he’s telling you that you
hurt him. And it kills you that you hurt such a sweet, selfless boy who you
know would give you the world if he could. Reaching out you take his hand and
squeeze.

“Tadashi-kun, you have nothing to apologize for. It’s me who
should be apologizing to you. I just…I thought I’d buried this far enough in my
past that it wouldn’t bother me anymore and that it wouldn’t affect our
relationship, but…obviously that didn’t work.”

Sighing you stand up from the swing and begin pacing in
front of him as you talk. “When I was in junior high I thought volleyball
sounded like a lot of fun so I joined the club team. Everything was going great
until we started practicing spikes.” Here you pause gulping down the lump in
your throat. “I…I just froze! The coach was yelling at me to run and jump to
hit the ball but I was too scared! What if I jumped into the net? What if I
landed wrong and twisted my ankle? What if I hit the ball into some girl’s face
and broke her nose and she hated me for the rest of our lives?”

Yamaguchi struggles to hold back his grin; he’s never known
you have Yachi-syndrome when it comes to worrying and he feels bad for thinking
you look adorable right now with your wide eyes and frantically moving hands as
you recall the memory.

You’re still talking and he forces himself to focus on your
words. “And then it’s like everyone just turned on me! Started calling me
names, saying they didn’t want someone so useless on the team, stuff like that.
So I just turned tail and ran out of the gym never to set foot in it again. I
vowed from that day on that I would avoid anything to do with volleyball.”

Here you stop and look at him, tears trailing down your face
as you hiccup, “And…and then I met you…the sweetest, most amazing boy ever and of course you had to love volleyball so
I just…I just tried so hard to ignore all the bad feelings I got but it was too
hard! Then I wasn’t sure how to tell you because I really, really like you and
I was afraid that…I don’t know…I thought maybe if you knew why you’d think I
was stupid or something. I just…I didn’t know what to do and now I’ve ended up
hurting you and you probably hate me!” By now he’s stood up and is holding you
close, your shoulders shaking under the weight of your distress.

“______-chan,” he says softly in your ear, “first of all, I
could never hate you. Secondly, I don’t care if you don’t love volleyball, you
don’t even have to like it. I just didn’t understand why you were so distant
about it. Honestly, I thought it was something I’d done because, if you haven’t
noticed, I tend to think things are my fault more often than not.” You nod but
he keeps going, “And if anyone can understand how you feel it’s me. I’m nothing
but the pinch server and even that I
couldn’t do right. But you know what?” He pulls back to look into your tear
stained face. “I got back up again, and I think you can too.”

You frown in confusion and he smiles, wiping your tears
away. “Who cares if you can’t or don’t want to spike? Why not focus on becoming
the best receiver on the team? Look at Nishinoya-senpei! He’s not even allowed
to attack and yet he’s one of the most important players on our team!”

He hugs you close again, kissing your temple. “All I ask is
that you try to move on so you don’t have to carry this burden anymore.”

You nod, hugging his waist tightly as you breath in his
scent. When you pull away again he smiles more widely. “Will you meet me at
practice tomorrow after you’re done with cleaning the classroom? We can go out
for ice cream afterwards.”

“Sure, Tadashi-kun, that sounds nice,” you reply taking his
hand as the two of you begin to walk back to your house. When you reach your porch,
you stand on tip toes and kiss him sweetly on the lips.

“Wha…what was that for?” he asks blushing. He’s still not
quite used to being able to be affectionate like this with you.

“That was a thank you, for being so forgiving and
understanding and for helping to pick me back up so I can move on.”

“You…you’re welcome,” he stammers, his hand behind his head.
Clearing his throat, he takes one step backwards down the stairs, stumbling
slightly but covering it up with a nervous laugh. “Well, then, I’ll see you
tomorrow at school and after at practice.”

“See you then, Tadashi-kun,” you reply waving as he walks
away. With a sigh you go inside, slightly nervous but looking forward to the
day tomorrow.

Can I get #24 of the drabble prompts with Asahi? Angst to fluff maybe? Thanks!

hq-hq-headcanons:

Of course you can! ❤ I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope everyone enjoys reading it too!

Prompt: “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

For better or for worse, it was finally here.

Graduation day.

Honestly, it felt like it came way too fast. You told yourself, every single day, that you would finally confess to your 3rd year crush before he left.

Most students were either scared of him or disappointed that he wasn’t what they expect, but he was the most amazing person to you. Handsome, sweet, yet surprisingly easy to scare.

Still that’s what made him so cute and endearing.

You had wanted nothing more than to just be able to talk to him more, to see him more, and thank him for all the times he helped you over the past 2 years you spent at this school.

And yet, here you are, an even bigger coward than THE Asahi, biggest coward in the whole school.

You could only sigh and watch from afar as he stood over by his friends. They were laughing together and he occasionally let a tear fall down his eye as they recalled all the fond memories they had.

It was useless now. You passed up any chance you could have had with him and you knew it. This was the last day you could even see him, and yet you could hardly even look at him anymore, feeling tears of your own welling up in your eyes as you slowly head toward the school gate, getting ready to leave.

“Umm, excuse me.”

Upon hearing his voice, you jumped but immediately turned around. At first, you thought maybe you were being too hopeful. That maybe he was calling out for someone else. And yet you look up, and it’s you he’s looking down towards, with eyes seemingly a bit too open.

“A-are you crying! Oh- I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you! It’s just- my friend- he said that I should ask you a question and-”

“It’s fine, Asahi-san! Y-you didn’t scare me at all! Umm, what did your friend want you to ask me?”

“Really?” He let out a sigh of relief, ”I’m glad I didn’t scare you. Anyway, I’m not really sure what my friend meant, but he wanted me to ask you “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” Or, uh, something like that, I think?”

You look off to the side of Asahi to see Nishinoya giving you a thumbs up. Mouthing words that you can’t really understand, but you nonetheless get what he’s trying to say.

You looked back up to Asahi and took a deep breath.

“Asahi-san, I wanted to ask you out all year, but I… I just couldn’t find the courage to confess. So umm…” You bowed low and quick, undoubtedly startling him,”C-Could I please have your 2nd button?!”

There was a moment of silence and you couldn’t bear to look up again. Surely you messed all this up. You should’ve just walked away, or made something up.

“___-san, c-can I see your hand?”

You immediately shot up, startling Asahi yet again. Your brain is running auto, You don’t even question him, just nearly punching him in the gut from shooting your hand out so fast.

He let out a nervous chuckle before gently placing one of his hands under yours before hovering over with his other, gently placing the button in your hand.

“Thank you, ___-san, for telling me how you feel–”

“DON’T WORRY ____-SAN! I’LL GIVE YOU HIS NUMBER TOMORROW!”

“N-NISHINOYA!”

Awwww!!! This is so sweet! I love my handsome cinnamon roll! Thank you! Guys, go follow @@hq-hq-headcanons and request your fave Haikyuu character with a number from the drabble list!

Could I have a fluffy scenario with Ushijima and his fem s/o on their first date?

I kind of went crazy with it but hopefully the
length makes up for how long it took me to get it done. I really hope you like
it! It’s a blend of awkward, funny and fluff (at least I hope it is). I
listened to Dashboard Confessional’s “Stolen” on repeat while writing this in
case you’d like a tune to set the mood.

Wakatoshi Ushijima – Fortune Favors the Blunt

Nobody is more surprised when Ushijima asks you out
than him. Normally one to avoid anything or anyone that gives him a feeling of
not knowing what he’s going to do, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to you.
It starts off subtle, as these things often do, with his eyes consistently
shifting to you in class. Every time he catches himself staring at you, he whisks
his attention back to the front of the room but even then, he’s distracted just
by the thought of you.

Eventually he gives into the inevitable; he may be
stubborn but he’s not stupid.

“______-san,” his deep voice rumbles one day after
school. He’s on his way to the gym when you cross his path. Inevitability or
not, there’s no way he’d be late for practice looking for you but he’ll take
fortune where he can find it.

You almost drop your books in surprise at being addressed
directly by the huge volleyball player. Turning around and craning your neck
upwards you ask, “Yes?”

“I really like you, go out with me,” he says. It’s
not a question, it’s a statement.

Beside him, Tendo doubles over with laughter. “Wakatoshi,
that’s not how you get a girl to go out with you!” he exclaims throwing an arm
around his blunt friend. “You have to ask
her,” he mock whispers to him, casting a side wink in your direction.

The attention this whole scene is garnering is
making you rather uncomfortable so to avoid further embarrassment you say, “Ok,
Ushijima-san, um,” you pause ripping a piece of paper from your notebook.
Scribbling your number down you hand it to him, Tendo’s mouth falling open as
you say, “Call me.” Then you scurry away, completely convinced the past five
minutes had to be a figment of your imagination.

Behind you, Tendo, still slack jawed, looks at his
friend in awe. “Then again, maybe it is
how you get a girl to go out with you.” Ushijima is unaffected, turning on his
heel to head to practice.

Later that evening, your phone rings, a number you
don’t recognize flashing on the display.

“Hello?” you answer

“______-chan,” comes the reply. “It’s Ushijima,” he
adds completely unnecessarily.

“Oh…hel…hello,” you stammer, clearly shocked he
actually called.

There’s a moment of silence, which really shouldn’t
surprise you considering who you’re “talking” to; maybe you should have
suggested texting. Clearing your throat, you try to get the conversation going.
“So, um, thanks for calling. I…I didn’t really think you would.”

“Why wouldn’t I call? You gave me your number in
order to,” he asks confused.

“I know! I…it’s just that usually when guys say they’re
going to call, they don’t.”

“That’s stupid,” he says simply and you can’t help
but laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right it is. Um, anyway, did you…did
you have an idea of where you wanted to go for a date?”

There’s another pause. “A date?” he asks.

Now you’re the one confused. “Well, yeah, you asked,
er, um, told me to go out with you, so…did you have anything in mind?”

“You misunderstood, when I said go out with me, I
meant be my girlfriend. Isn’t that what that usually means?”

The phone slips from your hands, shock rendering
your limbs temporarily paralyzed. From the ground, you hear his voice calling
for you, but you can’t move. With no warning, no indication of ever liking you at all, he just…wants you to be his
girlfriend?

“______-chan?” Wakatoshi tries again, bordering
between irritation and concern; is the idea of exclusively dating him that bad?

Finally, you come back on the line, voice shaking a
bit. “Um…Ushijima-san, why…why do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

He doesn’t have to think long on his answer. “I don’t
know, I just know I want to be with you.”

An incredulous laugh escapes your lips; this is all
just too surreal. Shaking your head, you’re just about to tell him you don’t
think that’s the best foundation to base a relationship
on when you stop. When is the last time you’ve taken a risk? And what better
time than now? It’s your third year and you’ve only ever dated one other guy,
one who told you all the reasons he loved you only to end up breaking your
heart in the end by cheating on you. At least with Ushijima-san you’ll have
full disclosure.

“Ok,” you say before you can convince yourself not
to. “Ok,” you repeat, “I’ll consider
being your girlfriend, but on one condition.”

“And that is?” he asks.

You have no idea where this sudden bout of
confidence is coming from but you’re determined to ride the wave as long as
possible. “You have to take me on a proper date first, then we’ll see.”

For a moment, Ushijima is at a loss. Why didn’t
anyone ever tell him dating would be this difficult? Granted, he’s never asked anyone about it before but still. But
he knows, without understanding why, that he wants you to be his, so he’ll do
what it takes to make that happen.

“Alright, I’ll take you out Saturday night,” he replies.

“Sounds great,” you say smiling. After another pause
you add, “Well, I better get going. Homework to do and all that, but I’ll see
you tomorrow at school…Wakatoshi-kun.”

He’s not sure why it is that you saying his first
name makes him blush, but Ushijima can feel his cheeks heating up and is
eternally grateful you’re not having this conversation in person.

The rest of the week passes uneventfully, no one (save
Tendo) the wiser of the change in your relationship status since, technically,
nothing has changed between the two
of you except the fact that you’re going on a date this weekend.

“Sooooo,” Tendo says Friday afternoon in the locker
room, “where are you taking _____-chan tomorrow?”

“Dinner and a movie,” comes the quick reply.

Tendo yawns dramatically. “Boooorrrringgg!”

Wakatoshi looks at his grinning face. “Well then,
what would you suggest?”

Slamming his locker door, the red head then leans
against it. “Look, she said this date is conditional of her becoming your
girlfriend. If you’re serious about this you’re going to have to up your game.”

A sudden feeling of doubt overcomes the ace; what the
hell was he thinking?

“Don’t panic, your best buddy is here to rescue you
from dating ineptitude,” Tendo says following him out of the locker room.

“But you’ve never had a girlfriend,” Wakatoshi says.

“Tch, doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do,” he says
wiggling his eyebrows.

The next day you are bouncing around the house, completely
excited, nervous, anxious and…hopeful. For the whole week, you’ve struggled
with whether to call this whole thing off, but your girlfriends insisted you at
least go on the date; the guy deserves that much they reminded you.

In the afternoon, you receive a text from Wakatoshi
advising you to dress nicely but warm. After going through your entire closet,
you decide upon a knee length grey skirt with blue leggings, black ankle boots
and long sleeved white shirt, a black vest over it. Finishing your hair and
makeup, you take one last look in the mirror; well, it’s as good as it’s going
to get.

A knock at the front door has your heart racing.
Rushing from the back of your house, you open it to reveal Wakatoshi with a
bouquet of daisies which he thrusts a little abruptly at you.

“Thank you,” you say, placing them in a vase of
water. Now that the flowers are out of your field of vision you see he’s clad
in dark jeans, a black long sleeve shirt and maroon jacket.

“Ready to go?” he asks and you nod, following him
out the door.

You walk down the street in silence, heading to a
bus stop. When it arrives, you climb on and take seats next to one another. The
silence is slightly awkward but you know Wakatoshi enough to not be surprised
by his lack of conversation skills; he doesn’t speak that much and when he does
it’s often in quick, concise sentences.

When you arrive to your destination, he stands and
you follow him. Surprise registers on your face when you see you’re at a large
park, a gigantic lake spread in the center. Wakatoshi is walking slightly ahead
of you, his long legs and quick strides making it hard for you to keep up. To his
credit, he does notice and slows down, coming to a stop and looking at you. In silence,
he reaches out his hand to you. After a moment’s hesitation, you take it, your
hand being swallowed into his. You can feel the callouses built up over years
of hitting a volleyball, you’re sure, hundreds of thousands of times.

Walking a bit slower, the two of you make your way
to a dock and his intention becomes clear; you’re going in a paddle boat. Paying
for the rental, Wakatoshi gets in first, turning to assist you. Both of you blush
slightly when he has need to touch your waist to make sure you don’t fall over.
Once you’re seated, he settles next to you and you both begin pushing on the
peddles, the boat coasting out towards the center of the lake.

It’s lovely here, sakura trees releasing their
petals which float through the air and land silently on the glass like surface
of the water. Above you, the stars are starting to wink and twinkle, the moon a
half crescent but bright.

After peddling for a while, you decide to stop,
looking up to enjoy the night sky. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye,
you smile; he may not say much, but his efforts thus far have impressed you.

Deciding you should put in a little more effort too,
you say, “You know, we don’t really know that much about each other. So how
about we play twenty questions? Answer one, ask one?”

“I don’t think I’ll come up with very good
questions,” he says.

“Nothing says they have to be clever,” you say lightly, “Just ask things you want to know about
me.”

Thinking it over, he realizes you’re right and nods
his agreement to your suggestion.

By the end of the game he’s properly fallen for you,
learning about your love of animals and dream to be a veterinarian, the fact
that you’re a pretty good cook and enjoy comedy movies over any other genre.
You learn about his family, his ambition to play professional volleyball (not surprising
at all but you are surprised by the
level of detail he went into once he really got going) and that he enjoys
reading mysteries when he has the time.

“This was a really great idea,” you say with a soft
smile.

He wants to confess it wasn’t really his, that Tendo
was the one who found out about this place but thinks it better not to; you
look so happy.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says instead.

When the temperature shifts downward a few degrees
and you shiver Wakatoshi takes off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

“We should probably head back,” you say and he nods.
You get the boat turned around and return to the dock. Wakatoshi gets out first
after it’s secure, leaning down and extending his hand to you to help you out.
You grasp his hand, but as you step you slip, careening forward. Were he not
there, you’d probably have banged your knee up pretty bad but his strong arms
and quick reflexes are more than enough to pull you to safety; which means you’re
clasped in a full Wakatoshi embrace.

Looking up at his face, you smile and say, “Thanks.”

He swallows, his blush returning due to the
proximity of your face to his. Unthinkingly, he leans down further, lips
hovering over yours, eyes almost closed. Deciding to risk it, he continues
downward, kissing you very gently. When he pulls away, your eyes are shining,
your own cheeks sporting a beautiful, natural rouge.

“So, does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” he
asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, “yes, Wakatoshi-kun, I’ll be
your girlfriend.”

When he smiles, you think your heart is going stop
but don’t have time for further consideration of your impending cardiac arrest
since he’s kissing you again, a bit firmer, a bit longer and oh my, you now
know that while his mouth may not expel many words, it is exceptionally
talented in communicating passion.