a new start (haikyuu x fem reader)

chapter one

Tapping my foot repeatedly, I stare at my laptop screen squinting at the time in the bottom corner of the screen. I watch the seconds pass as I wait for it to hit four in the afternoon.

At four, the university enrollment period for the upcoming term would begin, and since I'm in my last year, I only need a few specific classes in order to graduate, which tend to fill up quickly. My screen already displays my chosen classes, and all that is left is for the registration slots to open and for the race to enroll to start.

3:59:32..33..34..35

A pencil rocks back and forth between my index finger and thumb in my left hand as I grip my mouse with my right hand. How long does a minute even last?

3:59:57..58..59... 4:00:00

I immediately click the register button on the screen and watch as the loading cursor comes on display. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in before slowly letting it out. Hesitantly, I peek one eye open before both my eyes pop open to see that I have all the classes I need.

Squealing to myself, I do a little wiggle dance in my chair and stretch out my arms, feeling my body become lighter. Getting all the classes I needed so easily, today must be my lucky day.

A few judgemental stares head my way before I'm reminded that I'm currently in a public library. Shutting my mouth, I push out my chair and quickly begin to pack my laptop into my backpack, calling it a day.

As I head out of the library, I check my phone to see two new messages:

Yujiboo❤: have fun at work today love you

Haru(work): thanks again for letting me take your shift tonight!

The first is from my boyfriend, Terushima Yuji.

For us, what started as a simple haircut turned into a relationship of over two years. Remembering the past, we first met about three years ago. I was a broke student strapped for cash in need of a haircut for an interview, and he was a chore boy at a hair salon trying to work his way up.

Searching for cheap haircuts, I stumbled upon his social media advertising free haircuts to get practice. Not thinking too hard about it when I saw that it was free, I messaged him and took the offer.

That brought me to an empty hair salon on a small quiet street after hours in the dark. I was second-guessing my decision when the door opened to a cheerful-looking guy with an overgrown blonde undercut. The sparkle of excitement in his eyes and a giant, contagious grin blew away all of my concerns.

Apparently, I had been the only one to respond to his offer, making me his first ever haircut on an actual person. During the entire process, he made me feel comfortable which led us to talking and laughing like old friends by the end of it. And when it was time for me to leave, he was already asking me to set up a time to come again for a touch-up in a month. I don't even remember what my hair looked like at the time, but I do remember the feeling of wanting to see him again, no matter the reason.

It had become a monthly routine for me to sneak into the closed hair salon to get a free haircut. With each session, my haircuts took more and more time, both of us making any excuse to spend some extra time together.

It was during the fourth appointment that I grew enough courage and asked him out on a date. To my surprise, he happily agreed, telling me the only reason he hadn't asked me was because he didn't want to seem unprofessional.

One date turned into two, and two turned into three, and so on. What was a once-a-month occurrence became every other day: the two of us putting any free time we had into seeing each other.