spike my heart (haikyuu x male reader)

casanova (wakatoshi u.)

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reader is a flirt and plays as a middle blocker.
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everyone hated y/n l/n.

well, let's not put it that way.

everyone knew who he was, and they hated playing against him.

because his strategy was to flirt with everyone in his wake.

y/n considered himself very attractive, and a lot of girls have told him such. even a couple of guys, which really boosted his ego. so, he used that to advantage and would try and make the players on the opposing team distracted.

and the worst part was, it worked.

"hello, there. you seem to be a really good setter, so i think setting me and you up would be a great idea."

"number one! i uh, heard cats like to play. do they like to play dirty?"

"oh, don't take it personal. i would never block you from my heart."

"you're hot."

and ushijima wasn't any exception from
being victim of y/n's flirtatious behavior. matter of a fact, he seemed to be the person y/n flirted with the most. it would be ushijima who y/n was always closest to during practice. it would be ushijima that y/n's touch lingered on for a second too long. it would be ushijima that y/n's comments seemed a little too intimate.

"nice spike, ushiwaka," y/n dragged out, sliding up to ushijima. "you know, i'd love to see you use that power off the court too. spike something else if you know what i'm getting at."

ushijima tried not to have himself get distracted, he likes to say he's used to y/n being like this so it's easier for him to ignore it. "concentrate on practice." he said firmly.

y/n chuckled, not deterred in the slightest. "not my fault. you're here stealing my attention." he teased, brushing his fingers lightly against ushijima's arm.

tendo watched from a distance and rolled his eyes with a sly smile. "he's at it again." he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

during a blocking drill, y/n stood next to ushijima, their shoulders nearly touching. "you know, ushijima, if you ever need a break, i'd be happy to give you a massage. your muscles must be so tense."

ushijima gave him a stern look, his patience wearing thin. "y/n, enough."

"fine, but you can't blame a guy for trying."

during a break, y/n was taking a drink out of his water bottle as he watched the ace do the same. y/n stopped and stared, seeing ushijima sigh out with relief and wipe his forehead with his shirt, revealing part of his toned stomach. y/n breathed out, looking away with some effort.

with a shake of his head, he went over to ushijima again and rested his arm on his shoulder, leaning very close to him. ushijima could feel every breath y/n took, sending a slight chill down his spine.

"do you think we could be a duo? you know, like those first years at karasuno? we could come up with a sneak attack... i'd be able to take whatever you give me."

the way he said made it up for a lot of interpretations. ushijima fought back the blush that threatened to overcome his face. he sighed deeply instead, turning his head to make eye contact with y/n. "are you aware of how distracting you are?"

y/n raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "you mean it's working?" he asked, leaning in slightly closer.

before ushijima could respond, the coach blew the whistle. "alright, everyone, breaks over! come on, move, move!"