Haikyū!! X Male reader

Hanamaki Takahiro x Witch Male Reader

It's kinda just crack
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The cauldron shone a green color as you added the fur of a green tailed fox, making a potion for a customer in return for their sanity. Sure, it was heartless, but you had plenty of those. The jars filled with liquids and mysterious items reflected the color, the entire room a gross green color. The knock of your door interrupted you, almost dropping an entire jar of cat tails (the plant, you would never) into the cauldron. You groaned as you opened the curtains, light flooding into the room as you opened the door and walked to your living room. You looked out the peephole, seeing a teenager at your doorsteps looking pissed at his phone. You huffed, opening the door, "Why, hello! How may I be of assistance?"

The teenager looked at you up and down, "I was wondering if you have a map, I got lost in your eyes." He cheekily smiled as you stone faced him, "O-kay. Goodbye." You slammed the door shut and walked back to your potion room. You heard another knock and groaned, walking back to the living room and opening the door. "What?" You leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, as he looked at you cheekily, "So, I'm actually lost." You couldn't let him wonder the woods, he'd definitely die. You sighed, "Come in," And moved out of the way, letting him in. He took a look around your house, staring at all the bones and objects he definitely never saw before. "So, like, are you a witch?"

He picked up a three horned goat skull, "Don't touch anything." You took the skull from him and set it back down, ignoring his question as you went to the kitchen. "Name?" You asked as you picked up your phone, "Hanamaki Takahiro, but you can call me yours." You were about to actually stone face him. Medusa would love you. You dialed a number.

"Hey, I need you."

"No, not like that! Fuckin' weirdo..."

"I need you to come get this kid."

"No, you fucking weirdo! Get him out of the forest!"

"Yes, yes. Extra pickled octopus penis. Weirdo..." You hung up the phone, "Okay- motherfucker." You picked up the jar with a lion heart, "Don't touch anything, kid." You set it back down, "Well, would you look at that. You stole my heart."

You never considered yourself Christian, but you were about to start praying for God.