Haikyuu Oneshots

Bookstore Bickering

Dotted with stars and constellations, it was unfair for such an artwork to live without constant appreciation. Like the snow that falls from the heavens, he seemed to have fluttered down to live out the rest of his life on the ground. His whole scheme seemed to prove Shirabu's point. His ashen hair, his sharp eyes, his smooth voice; everything about Semi told a sassy story. Shirabu was sure he had read this story once. However, he had more pressing matters to attend to. His date had noticed him shooting forth lasers of admiration from his eyeballs. 

"You're staring Shirabu."

"I'm aware of that.... Semi."

Of course, Semi had to interrupt Shirabu's deep, eloquent reverie. Shirabu saw it fit to voice his thoughts, "You interrupted my reverie you know?"

Semi had barely looked up from the comic he was skimming but Shirabu could feel his eyes rolling. "May I ask, about what your majesty of the Great Bowl Cuts?"

He sighed, putting his book back in the shelf. "About you. I mean...-" He shrugged. "-You're the second most interesting subject here after all."

Those words got his attention. His date didn't hesitate on pouting with mock jealousy. "Just second, Shirabu? Who's first?"

If it was legal and if Shirabu was willing to commit such sacrilege, he would have thrown a book at Semi's pretty head. Instead, he deadpanned at his rival-turned-date and uttered a single word, "Book."

"HA-" "Shush!" Semi's loud wheeze was rudely punctuated by an old lady skimming Harry Potter books. Shirabu clamped a hand over his mouth and smiled politely at the woman as Semi suffocated partially. Semi pried away his date's tight grip and whacked him on his bowl cut.

"What was that for? I nearly died! Don't you want to become a doctor to save lives?" Shirabu calmly chuckled at Semi's complaints. "I'll make an exception for you Mister." Semi was not happy on being an exception to the lives saved. However, before he could retaliate, Shirabu added even more kindling to his fire. "And this is a bookstore so please, have some composure you rabid beast. We might get ousted from this serene place even if we know Winsuro."

Semi was now getting ready for a smackdown. He whisper-screeched, "Oh, who was absorbing those huge encyclopedias through osmosis?" Shirabu grabbed his date's hand and whisper-yelled right back at him, "Semi- You spiked my drink with saké. Don't act like you didn't!" Semi held on to Shirabu's hand too. The whisper-yelling continued. "I neither accept nor deny those allegations without prior consultation with my lawyer." Shirabu pulled him slightly closer and said, "Ask your lawyer that how Ushijima and Tendou thought this would be a calm bookstore date." Semi took Shirabu's other hand and stated, "In all honesty we're bickering while holding hands so none of this makes sense and I have no idea what I am doing."

"True that my dear boy."

Before Semi could protest against Shirabu's choice of words an ancient voice spoke up. "If you both young people want to bond over something, there are a bunch of mixed genre selections in the 6th Aisle. It was made for people who can't decide on what to read so it's a nice place."

The pair looked at their advisor with a perplexed expression for it was the same woman who had shushed Semi. As if on cue she whispered while glowering at them, "No, I'm not being nice to you, you're being noisy! Shoo! Off with you hooligans!"

The boys happily scuttled away to the 6th aisle to finally get some books.

The aisle was completely empty when they navigated through the huge, cool bookshop. "It's rather cold in here, right?" Semi nodded in agreement with Shirabu as the shorter boy pulled out a volleyball manga from a shelf. Taking that as a green flag, Shirabu leaned in slightly and tightened his grip on Semi's hand ever so slightly. He couldn't look into Semi's brain but, he did realise that a large patch of pink had spread over his cool skin.