In The Fine Weather | Haikyuu

Chapter 3

The next few days, Mako doesn't hear from Suna about the cheese tarts.

Her overthinking had taken her as far as hunching behind a row of shoe lockers, eyes popping out the side while observing Suna slip on his outdoor shoes, exactly four days since she convinced him to try Aiko Cafe's cheese tarts.

Sometimes she wished her brain was wired differently, and she could move on without knowing if Suna enjoyed the tarts or not. Unfortunately, after seventeen years of living, her mind still insisted on running through all the possible scenarios that could have happened.

He could have enjoyed and finished them all. Perhaps he detested them and gave his leftovers to Atsumu. Either way, he didn't approach Mako since, and she was starting to feel restless to ask him by the shoe lockers when she spotted him.

It left a bitter feeling in her stomach realizing whether or not Suna finished the tarts, it apparently didn't impress him enough to return for seconds, considering she visited every morning and hadn't seen him once.

Mako silently watched him as she tried to decide whether or not approaching him would be a good idea. She could only see him from the back and after slipping on his shoes, he remained seated on the bench with eyes glued to his phone.

Feeling a surge of confidence, she prepared to step out of her hiding spot, but a hand suddenly gripped her shoulder, triggering an aggressive flinch of surprise from the sandy-haired girl.

"Nari-chan!" Mako hissed in an annoyed whisper. "Haven't we gone through this?"

"I didn't mean to surprise you again!" Nari said back, thankfully adopting her low tone. "Why are we whispering?"

Mako breathed out a heavy sigh, unbothered to answer her question, and took another peak into Suna's locker row. To her visible dejection, he was already gone.

"Great," Mako muttered, throwing a dark glare in Nari's direction who looked clueless at the situation.

"What'd I do this time?" Nari complained. "Who were you even hiding from?"

"I wasn't hiding," Mako snapped, a pale blush coloring her cheeks. "I wanted to ask Suna about the cheese tarts. I was just... getting ready behind the lockers."

"Getting ready or waiting for your panic to subside?" Nari said bluntly.

Mako looked at her, irritation flashing across her hazel eyes.

"Both."

Nari sighed, shaking her head with slight amusement.

"It's a simple question, innit?" Nari said in a mocking tone. "'Hey, Suna-san, what d'ya think of the cheese tarts?' Geez, Mako-chan. Ya need to practice or something?"

"Well, what if he hated them?" Mako cried, slapping a palm over her forehead in a fit of embarrassment. "I wish he would just tell me what he thought of it. I'm going crazy trying to make a guess."

Nari's face was utterly deadpan.

"Mako-chan, does Suna Rintarou look like the type of guy to approach you in the hallway just to tell you he enjoyed the cheese tarts you gave him last week?"

"I dunno!" Mako exclaimed, waving her arms in odd directions. "I mean, imagine if he actually hated them. The hell was I thinking?"

"You threw a tart in his face, you gave him a box as an apology, and he accepted them. End of story, Mako-chan," Nari said dully, looking monumentally done with her.

"But do you think I should ask him if he liked them?" Mako asked, seriously contemplating the act.

"If that will help you stop overthinking every damn thing, please do it," Nari said in a dead serious tone.