The Devil Who Can Stop Time: Haikyuu x Reader

Ch 16: Cats are Frustrating

"I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure what you mean," you murmured, your eyes glinting dangerously. Immediately, Hinata and Kageyama, who were standing on either side of you, took a small step away. They'd both been on the receiving end of that anger plenty of times before, and they weren't exactly looking to get punched right about now. "Our manager isn't here right now. So I have no idea who you could possibly be referring to." You tilted your head slightly to the side, staring down the line at the kid with the mohawk.

Yamamoto shivered slightly under your glare. "Y-you mean you're not..." He stuttered out slowly.

"A wing spiker?" You interrupted sharply. "Yeah, actually I am," you snapped, gritting your teeth together in annoyance. If he had just kept his stupid mouth shut, it would have helped to dismiss the suspicion that had surrounded you, and you would even be 500 yen richer right now! But instead, you would have to work even harder to keep your secret, considering Tsukishima would absolutely never let you live this down.

"Ah, hey, Kenma!" You chirped, completely ignoring mohawk guy now as you walked to the dual-color haired boy with a grin on your face. Hinata trailed behind you, peeking over your shoulder to stare at Kenma.

"Y-you're really on the Nekoma team?!" He shouted, making you flinch slightly.

"Hinata, that was right in my ear," you muttered while Kenma just nodded in response to his question.

"How come you didn't tell me that when we met?" The small, orange boy pouted and even deflated a bit.

"Well, you didn't ask," Kenma shrugged, glancing away.

"But when you left, you said later!" Hinata insisted. Slowly, his eyes widened, and he turned to face you, pointed an accusing finger in your face. "And you said see you soon! So then, you both knew?!"

"You do realize we have our school's name on our practice shirts, right?" You smirked, gently guiding his finger back out of your face. Kenma nodded in confirmation of what you'd said, his curious gaze landing on you. You were definitely interesting, that's for sure.  Had you known all along, then?  Or did you only figure it out at the end?  He honestly had no idea.

"Well, well, well," a familiar voice interrupted the three of your. "You know that's our setter. What's your business with him?" Hinata tensed, and you frowned slightly, returning what you were guessing was supposed to be an intimidating face with an unimpressed look. He was probably just an idiot behind that scary face, anyways. It reminded you of a certain idiot on your own team.

"And what about you?" Huh. Speak of the devil. "The shorties are with us. So what's your business with them, brochette?" You rolled your eyes as the two puffed their chests out like a couple of stray dogs about to fight over a sandwich. Seriously, what even was a brochette?

"What's it to you, buddy?" Mohawk guy growled.

"You lookin' to rumble? Eh, city boy?!" Tanaka growled back. You glanced over at Suga, silently begging him to help.

"Yeah, you guys are about to rumble; the games about to start. And stop saying city boy. No one says that." Tanaka straightened, thoroughly embarrassed by the resident team mom. You smiled gratefully as the silver-haired boy came to your rescue. You really didn't want to have to deal with two Tanakas.

"Yamamoto, please." You turned curiously to face the Nekoma player who had just walked up. "Could you stop picking fights all the time? You're making a damn fool of yourself." You chuckled softly to yourself. That must be Nekoma's team mom.

Suddenly, Yamamoto started screaming.  You shook your head. "Nope. This is definitely going to be something stupid. No way am I dealing with this," you muttered, turning on your heel and heading into the gym. You tilted your head slightly as you caught sight of Daichi shaking hands with the Nekoma captain -- Kuroo, if you remembered right. Quickly, you turned to look for Suga again, but he was still outside talking to his fellow team mom. Ugh. Looks like you'd have to deal with this one yourself.