❝Haikyuu Fluff Shots❞

"Idolize" AkaMori

This story is 7 mths old😭 so it's not as good as my current ones but I still decided to share it✨

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There he was, skating so happy with his cousin, while he waited for his friend; probably taking longer than expected because of his boyfriend who couldn't resist him.

"Ew, couples." He thought, "sometimes, they gross me. Not everyone's in a relationship, ya know."

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"Sorry I took longer than you waited. Ready to start?" Yamaguchi asked.

"Hmm, no. There's someone else."

"Oh. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I like the way he gracefully skates. He's not popular for sure. Which is good. I very much dislike popular. Or popularity," Akagi observed the unknown person.

"I see. So, we aren't gonna skate today?"

"No..I'd like a break if that's fine with you."

Yamaguchi deadpans, "I should made you wait longer."

He shrugs, "whatever."

"Oh look, it's popularity guy," Akagi's mood quickly changed from nonchalant to displeased.

"Sometimes, I feel like you hate on him because of his popularity," Yamaguchi laughed at the thought.

"Not exactly, his popularity increased his ego making him Miya 2.0. He's even ugly. Like Miya twins."

Yamaguchi roars out his laugh, "admit you're jealous!"

"Yes."

"Fi—"

"Yes, I'm not jealous. I dislike ego bastard..s."

"Okay damn. Who put salt in your cereal?"

"Popular guys."

Yamaguchi scoffs, "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Aw..Buttercup seems like they're leaving."

"Who's Buttercup?"

"Them, with the golden brown hair."

"They're non-binary?"

"I didn't feel like assuming their pronouns. I remember when I tried it for a non-binary skater in my mind- Kinda embarrassing. At least they didn't know about it."

"Lucky you, I guess. Let's go then."

"Alright."

Komori frowned as they left.

"Don't be sad. It was really my fan, ya know," Sakusa smirked while speaking.

"Get the fuck off."

"Chill. It was the truth."

"This time it wasn't. I feel like you scared them away by over impressing. Not everyone falls for popularity, y'know, Miya."

"I'm not even a Miya."

"Quit acting like one," Komori rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"That's what you say when you run out of things ta say. I hope he comes tomorrow. I wanna see his skills."

"Probably weak."

"Fuck you. I really do hope you lose all your fans," Komori spat coldly—and if they were to text each other which Komori wouldn't, he'd add a period.