haikyuu scenarios

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☆𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 ⁽ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ¹⁾

It's your fault, honestly. For thinking you could get away with having such a beautiful man. One with a pale complexion, and beautiful raven hair, with curls. Everyone loves curls. His straight eyebrows that perfectly contrast his hard eyes. The two moles above them. When he smiles, his eyes crease and you can see red creep up on his nose. The hot glasses he wears when he reads. He's fucking perfect.

"What's wrong?" He asks, not bothering to look up from the cafe menu. You haven't touched your strawberry tea. "You keep staring at me. It's weird."

Picking up your menu, and scanning the items, even though you already know what you want, you grab your cup and take a sip, the drink burnt your tongue, but you expected it so it was fine. "Nothing, sorry." You could sense him looking up at you, you however didn't join his eyesight. After a second, he scoffed, and pulled down your menu, forcefully making you want to look at him. "Do you mind-"

"What is up with you? You've been acting weird all week."

"And I told you-" you ripped the menu from his grasp, "-it was nothing. Drop it, okay?"

"I'm not going to drop it. Was it your brother?"

You snorted, "Which one? They both annoy the fuck out of me."

"You know which one."

"No. Atsumu didn't do anything. Even if he did, it wouldn't make much sense for me to get this upset over whatever it was. He fucks with me all the time."

"So you're admitting something has you upset?"

"God, Kiyoomi-" you covered your face, annoyed, then sighed, and looked back at him. "Yeah, okay? Something's wrong. It doesn't matter-"

"What is it? Something I did?"

"No."

"Then what-"

"Fuck!" Your hand was shaking as you picked up your tea, all of his questions were really starting to piss you off, so you slammed the delicate cup down on the table, and the hot tea splattered all over your thighs. "Look what you made me do. God, take a fucking hint."

Sakusa's eyebrows cinched together. His face irked and his nose scrunched together. "Quiet down. You're making a scene."

You let out a puff of air, you were astonished he could say such a thing to you right now. You looked up at him with the most distorted face. You shook your head slowly as you grabbed your bag and threw it over your shoulder and then grabbed your jacket. "You got this? Good." You got up from the table and stormed out of the mini cafe.

"F/n-" You heard him say, but chose to ignore him because you were too busy being mad at him, and too busy being immature to admit your actual feelings because that's how you are. You're stubborn.

Half an hour later, you were changed out of your clothes from earlier, and laying in bed with the covers over your head, you heard the door close. Sakusa was home.

You heard ruffling in the kitchen before the door to your bedroom gently opened. You tightened the covers around you, not feeling like talking to him.

"Dear?" Sakusa sat something on the side table, before gently removing the covers. "Are you awake?"

You tried to keep the covers down while also pretending you were asleep, but he was stronger than you, having been a pro-volleyball player. You huffed when he looked at you. You felt pathetic.

"You trying to ignore me?" He asked as he turned his back to you and sat down on the bed, pulling the food tray he had previously sat on the bedside table and into his lap. "I brought you some food from the diner. Your favorite."

Nodding, "Thanks, you can just leave it there."

"Can we talk?" He asks.

"About?"

"How you stormed out on me. What's wrong, dear? You know you can talk to me."

"If I tell you, you're not allowed to bring it up anymore."

"Alright." He said, almost immediately, which was kind of startling seeing as you really did want to talk about it.

"Remember those girls from your interview?"

"Hm?"

"With Channel 6? And they all rushed you as you were talking to the reporter?"

"Yeah? What about them?"

"I just- I just didn't like how touchy and comfortable they were."

"That's all?"

Okay, you can admit that your attitude was a bit much, but you couldn't help it. You were dramatic and stubborn.

"Love," He gently grabbed your jaw, causing you to look at him. "There is no one I want more than you. No one."

"I know..." You sighed. "Don't be cheesy on me."

He rolled his eyes, and pulled down his mask with one finger, kissing the tip of your nose. "Eat, okay? Don't want that food to go to waste," He got up from the bed, "Hurry, before it gets cold. I'm going to change, and then I'll come join you."