Haikyu one shots

"In Your Arms" Yaku

The sun was setting over Nekoma High, casting long shadows on the court as the last volleyball practice of the day wrapped up. Yaku Morisuke, the team's reliable libero, was busy packing his gear. Known for his serious demeanor and fierce dedication to the sport, he often came off as unapproachable, but those who knew him well understood that beneath that tough exterior lay a heart full of warmth and loyalty.

As he zipped up his bag, he noticed a familiar figure walking toward him. Natsumi Hayashi, with her cheerful demeanor and carefree spirit, was a close friend of the team and often came to practices, her laughter echoing through the gym.

"Hey, Yaku!" Natsumi called, waving enthusiastically as she approached. "What's up?"

"Just finishing up. How was your day?" he replied, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"It was good! I was working on some new art ideas inspired by volleyball! I think I want to do a series on team dynamics," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Yaku chuckled. "Sounds like you're going to make our sport look good."

"Oh, you know it!" Natsumi grinned. "But I need some real action shots. Can I get a few photos during practice tomorrow?"

"Sure," Yaku said, nodding. "Just don't distract me too much while I'm playing."

"Me? Distract you? Never!" she replied, feigning innocence.

As they chatted, Natsumi suddenly turned serious. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course," he said, curious.

"Do you ever feel like you're just... missing out on life? Like you're so focused on volleyball that you forget to enjoy other things?" she asked, her expression thoughtful.

Yaku paused, considering her words. "I guess I've always believed that hard work leads to success. But I see what you mean. Sometimes it feels like there's no time for anything else."

Natsumi smiled gently. "You should come to my art exhibition next week! It'll be fun, and you might discover something new."

"Art isn't really my thing," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Come on, just give it a shot! You might surprise yourself," she insisted, her enthusiasm contagious.

Yaku opened his mouth to respond, but just then, a loud crash echoed through the gym. They both turned to see a heavy volleyball net collapsing, teetering precariously on the edge of the bleachers.

"Natsumi, watch out!" Yaku shouted as the net began to fall.

Without thinking, he sprinted towards her, arms outstretched. He reached her just in time, pulling her into his embrace and shielding her from the falling net. They tumbled to the ground, Yaku landing on top of her as the net crashed down beside them.

"Are you okay?" Yaku asked, his heart racing as he pulled back to check on her.

Natsumi looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Yeah, I think so. That was close!"

"Too close," he muttered, feeling the adrenaline surge through him.

"Thanks for saving me, Yaku," she said, a soft smile spreading across her face. "You really came to my rescue."

"Just doing what anyone would do," he replied, trying to sound casual despite the warmth flooding his cheeks. Being so close to her felt different, electric in a way he had never experienced before.

A Shift in Dynamics

The next few days passed in a blur. Yaku found himself thinking about that moment more than he expected. The way Natsumi's laughter filled the air and the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her art consumed his mind.