Capture this moment (Haikyuu x m!reader)

05

I can make y/n go anywhere and use a photoshoot as an excuse
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"You got to have a photoshoot with that Oikawa guy the other day, right?"

You spoke back to your friend, [friend name],
"Yeah?"

"Well how was it? Y'know there are like, 50 girls who'd kill to be you,"

You chuckled,
"I'm sure there are. It was nice, he was just as hot as they said, and he was pretty nice too. He even took me out for food!"

She gasped,
"You think he's...?"

You waved your hand,
"Nah, I'm pretty sure he was just being nice. You know how those pretty boys are,"

She sighed,
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Hey did you do yesterday's homework? I may have sort of perhaps forgotten to do it,"

It was your turn to sigh as you handed her your notebook.

"You're the best (f/n)!"

"Yeah, I know,"
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"You're Nishinoya Yuu, right?"

The shorter boy stared at you suspiciously,
"Uhh.. yeah? Do I know you?"

You pulled out your camera,
"I took a picture of you when you punched that dude!"

He rushed over behind you, jumping over your shoulder to take a peek at your camera.

"Really? I wanna see!"

You showed him the picture, and could practically hear the smile he was smiling.

"You looked totally cool!"

"I do!"

Both of you got whacked on the back of the head,
"I don't think that type of behavior should be encouraged."

You rubbed your head, turning around the the gray haired setter,
"Ehe, sorry Sugawara senpai,"

"You're forgiven (l/n), YOU THOUGH,"

You walked away, silently praying for the Libero.

A little while later, the vice captain walked up to you, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one is watching.

He whispered into your ear,
"Can I see the picture?"

You giggled and gave him a sly grin, and he looked away embarrassed.

You showed him the picture.

"Pretty cool eh?"

"...yeah. Don't tell anyone else about this,"

"I won't tell a soul,"
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You had recently been contacted by a company to take some photos for their products. They wanted to get a younger perspective on things, and they let you choose how you'd handle it.

You started scribbling in your notebook, thinking of possible models and poses.

"Whatcha doin?"

The short Libero looked over your shoulder, interested in what you were focusing on.

"I got asked to make some advertisements for this brand's product. I'm trying to figure out what I'm gonna do, but I think I'm gonna get a model for it,"

He continued to question you,
"What brand?"

"The one that makes those Gari-Gari popsicles,"

His eyes widened,
"CAN I DO IT? PLEASEPLEASEPPLEASE?"

Your ears rang from his yelling, so you tried to calm him down,
"Alright! Alright! Just stop yelling!"

He spoke in a small voice, remorse in his eyes,
"sorry..."