❝ スキ ❞ － haikyuu x reader one-shots

❝ day by day ❞ － S. RINTAROU

❝ day by day ❞ by nai br.xx & celeina ann [carole & tuesday ost]

day by day,
wondering how my life
go without you

Enjoy Reading!

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As cliche and cheesy as it may sound, it was true that no words were enough to express how much you loved and appreciated the Suna Rintarou.

Your mind would wander as he would gently intertwined your fingers together as if you were some fragile object that would break from a harsh touch. You'd think of how your smaller hands were a perfect fit in his larger, calloused ones, you were never not amazed at this as you would bring it up to his face and show him, saying how they're simply like puzzle pieces that fit so perfectly, almost as if having found each other's missing piece. He would chuckle lightly in agreement even if you did unintentionally cut off his conversation with one of his volleyball teammates before leaning down at your smaller stature to give you a small kiss on the cheek, not minding the small display of affection in public.

It's Atsumu, most of the time, who'd witness this. He'd fake vomiting sounds and tells you two to "get a room", he'll think that Suna was doing it on purpose, to tick him off for being single. Which was true.

Sometimes, you'd ask for him to tutor you in the library since you genuine have troubles in some subjects, and he'd immediately agree to help you out. In the first few minutes, you're as attentive as a dog, carefully listening in on his explanations, eyes shifting from his face then to whatever he was writing on your notebook from time to time.

Suddenly, you'll forget that small routine and stick with staring at him, admiring his beauty, every sounds and background blurred out, your focus only on him, mesmerized at how the seeping sunlight from outside and kissing his skin very lightly created such an aesthetic view. You'd then see him lifting his hand to cover his face away from the light, then scrunch his nose slightly before standing up to transfer to the other seat beside you. Your eyes would follow his every movement, and you'd think that your lanky boyfriend is perfect no matter what.

You'll only be snapped out of your trance when he pulled your seat closer to his, not caring if he created a screeching sound, then he'd notice that you were spacing out again, in which he'll sigh and tease you by saying he should let you fail, you'll cry out quietly that you'll listen now. So he begins teaching you again, but this time checking in on you if you're still listening to him. Of course, you try your best this time, and you'd receive a fond headpat from him if you got one of his questions right.

Everyone in school knew you. Maybe not by name, but as Suna Rintarou, the volleyball player's girlfriend, and you didn't mind it. In fact, you felt kind of proud to have the honor of being known as that.

Everyone in school knew him, too. Not just because of volleyball. Those who weren't interested in their school's volleyball club knew him as [YL/N] [YF/N]'s boyfriend. He, too, didn't mind it. In fact, he'd feel his heart swell whenever someone called him that.

He was, afterall, just as whipped for you.

"Rintarou, thank you for letting me borrow your hoodie and umbrella the yesterday. My parents would've killed me if I came home soaking wet," you say as you went to his classroom during lunch break, placing the paper bag containing the said objects on his desk.