Love at First Sight

8

The moment lunch break came around, Yaku grabbed his lunch and headed over to your seat, a smile and blush on his face. "Ready to eat together?"

You nod. "Yeah. I already message Lev to tell him to eat with the rest of the team. I let him know I was busy today."

The libero happily sat in the seat beside you. "Are you and Lev close?"

You smile as you open up your bento, chopsticks in hand. "I've taken care of him our whole lives. He's used to having me help him out with homework, cook meals for him, and even pick out clothes for him. I'm pretty close with Alisa as well, since we often work together. I'm the only one of the three of us that cooks, so my siblings rely on me pretty heavily." You take a quick bite of your food, swallowing before the boy opens his mouth. "What about you? Do you have any siblings?"

He puts his chopsticks down for a moment, eyes focused on his bento. He looks up at you. "I have two little brothers, Ryo and Hiro. I take care of them whenever I'm at home. I get what you feel. I also always prepare the food for them, take care of them however I can. I try helping them with homework, but sometimes I don't have the time. I don't really have much to worry about though. They're smart kids."

You look into his brown eyes. "How old are your brothers?"

Yaku smiles, picking his chopsticks back up. "Ryo's 12, and Hiro's 9." He grabs some of the meat in the bento, happily chewing on it. "This is really good. Thanks so much for making it."

You give him your sweetest smile. "It was no problem. I like cooking for other people. I guess it's in my nature to take care of others."

"You'd make a great mother one day." He blurts it out without thinking. He covers his mouth with a hand, turning red from embarrassment.

You feel some heat build in your face. "Uh... thanks. I haven't really thought about my future that much, mainly since I plan on going full time with modeling with Alisa. I haven't even thought of starting a family."

Yaku carefully sees where the line he shouldn't cross is. "Would you ever want to have a husband and kids of your own?"

You drop your gaze to your food, finding it hard to keep looking him in the eye. "Well... yeah, I guess. I like the idea of having kids, once I'm financially stable and feel like it's the right time to have kids. I'd have to be careful with it, think it through properly, considering my body is an important part of my career."

He nods, continuing to eat his food. "I get that. I guess I'm kind of the same. I mean, I want to go pro with volleyball, so I need to work around that when thinking of getting married and starting a family. I know that I wanna be there when my wife gives birth, even if it means I have to miss practice or a game." He keeps his gaze on the bento in front of him, thinking this was a little too deep for a lunch conversation.

You sigh, finishing your lunch and putting everything back into your school bag. You reach out, gently cupping his face and making him look at you. "I bet you'll be great at everything you do, whether it's being a volleyball player or being a dad. I have full confidence that you have nothing to worry about, now or in the future."

This would be the perfect moment to lean in for a kiss.

But the libero holds himself back. He can't act however he wants, not yet. He leans into your touch, a soft smile spreading on his face. "Thanks. It means a lot coming from you."

You give a soft smile. "You're a great guy, Yaku-san. Any girl would be lucky to have you."

He moves his head slightly, gently pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. "I'm glad you think that way. But, there's a certain girl I want. I just don't know if I could ever get her to love me back."

Your eyes widen, heat building in your face. It was a simple gesture, but it made your heart skip a beat. "Yaku-san..."

"Let's be friends, Y/n. You can call me by my first name: Morisuke."

You slowly nod, not moving your hand away from him. "O-ok, Morisuke."

Yaku smiles softly, leaning his cheek against your hand once more. "I like that." He closes his eyes, humming quietly. "What's the type of guy you like, Y/n?"

You blink quickly a few times, caught off guard by the sudden question. "I don't know. I haven't really thought of it before. I guess I like sweet guys, honest and speak their mind, gentle and caring. I guess being somewhat smart is more ideal."

"Height? Appearance?"

"That doesn't matter to me."

His eyes flutter open, looking into your e/c orbs. "I see. Girls like you aren't common enough. There are too many girls that are so picky with what they like, especially with appearances and heights. They want a specific kind of guy, one that's almost impossible to find with how many girls want him. Not enough girls are willing to happily take what's right in front of them."

You rub your thumb over his cheek. "What about you? What's your ideal girl?"

The libero chuckles. "Preferably with short hair, but that's not a requirement. As long as she's kind, a good cook, and perfect in my eyes, I think I could fall in love with any girl."

"That's... kind of romantic of you."

"Is it?"

You nod. "Not many guys would say something like that. Wouldn't most guys have a type they stick with?"

He blinks, pupils dilating slightly. "Maybe that's because they never fell in love before."