Haikyuu Oneshots (Haikyuu x reader)

🔞Another Drunken Night (Miya O.)

Miya Osamu x Reader

Just a few more steps, past the apartment door and a safe haven would finally welcome the drunk pair. One tall individual walking closely after the smaller one, both reeking in alcohol after a night of reminiscence over grilled pork and rice wine.

Miya Osamu halted as soon as _____ fished for her keys around her handbag while looking hazy and oafish with a grin. He wobbled on place and struggled to keep his balance as he kept his hands on his pockets, waiting to finally get inside and lay down.

"Hmm... What's takin' ye long, senpai?" His voice slurred. "Ye sure ya'll let me in?"

_____ just nodded knowing damn well that Osamu never keeps his mouth shut once drunk.

"Can't have you checking in in some random cheap motels," She said as she finally found her keys and inserted it to the lock and let herself in, making a straight bee line towards the bed. Her shoes lay on her wake, completely forgotten.

A soft thud echoed behind Osamu as he closed the door in his entrance and haphazardly took off his shoes, already treating the small studio apartment as his home. He had an arm against the wall for support and almost stumbled down on _____'s heels.  He mumbled a few curses.

"Next time, we'll go to my place for a drink, I'll cook up some side dishes to go with soju. Why did we even choose that place? I never liked that place. Food's horrible-"

"-It was closer."

"-and booze are cheap but doesn't make up for the quality. Got some couple of best alcohols stored away. Hid it from Tsumu so he won't steal 'em again." He said, his voice heavy and words almost unintelligible.

Osamu made his way toward the now almost passed out senior, all spread out on the bed while laying on her stomach with her hands under the pillow for additional warmth. He laid down beside her, half his weight pressing on her. The two were almost wasted after a couple of rounds of alcohol and _____ had it worst considering how much of a lightweight she is.

"Ah, Samuu," he heard her muffled whine beside him. _____ turned to him sluggishly, arm flailing a bit. "You're crushing me. Help yourself with a futon over there." She pointed to a cabinet a few feet to the right and in response, the younger male grumbled.

"What crappy hospitality. Give 1 star. Will never come again."

Osamu refused to stand, his eyes already closing. Still, ____ relentlessly shook him awake much to his annoyance.

"You can't sleep on my bed."

"Why not?"

"You're a guy, I'm a woman."

"So?"

"So??" Her face crumpled in disappointment and fake disgust.

This gesture only earned _____ a chuckle from the male. As he watched her with his hooded eyes, he could see her drifting back to sleep again and shifting to a more comfortable position, so he pushed himself off the bed and made way for the futon, setting up his bed casually and crashing face flat on top of it.

He had been here a couple of times and have slept on rare occasions but _____ would always draw a clear line about sleeping together that Osamu had already gotten used to it. More often than not, nothing happens as he stays overnight, not that he minded much as their relationship was never built on physical attraction and he was aware that sex was just an additional spice and something he can look forward to. That woman was quite the conservative.

The silence resumed once again as Osamu's breathing stabilised, chest falling and rising in a rhythm. To his left, _____'s soft breathing could be heard.