Haikyuu Oneshots

🌤️ (BokuAka) Risk Taker 🌤️

Hiya :]
This might not make much sense because I didn't spell check and writing games is always really confusing but uhhh yeah!
I ended up designing a whole original team for this 😭😭 Oopsies...
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The game was almost over, a big showy display against Nekoma to give the new first years a bit of experience against a real team. The two captains had planned it all carefully—the day, the weather, the mood.

It was suppose to inspire hope.

"Onaga, They're going left—!" Bokuto called out, keeping his voice light.

Fukurodani had way fewer first years than Nekoma, so Bokuto was careful to encourage the boy.

Onaga reached up and blocked Yamamoto's ball, knocking it to the ground, much to the other's vocal dismay. When his feet were back on the ground, Onaga turned and gave Bokuto a curt nod. "Thanks."

The captain gave him a wide, toothy grin and pumped his fist in the air. "Right!"

He was on a high—ecstatic. His head was in the clouds, and nothing and no one could bring him down. He felt like he was floating, flying—soaring.

"Bokuto, Oi—!" A voice called from the other side of the net.

He turned to see Kuroo with his hands cupped around his mouth. "Oi—, Bokuto...!" He echoed again and again, his voice droning on.

"Yeah—?" Bokuto exhaled, jogging up to the net.

Kuroo grinned. "Do you mind if we go a bit harder—I'm trying to push some of the second years to try..."

By "some of", he probably meant just Kozume, but Bokuto didn't mind it that much. He could do for a good workout and his team was winning anyways. "Yeah—no, that'll be great—! I want our team to be a bit more risky, you know?"

Kuroo nods and huffs under his breath. "That's our problem...they do the same thing every game—the bare minimum...If a team came that had studied even one game of ours, they could probably beat us..."

"Ahh." Bokuto nods thoughtfully. "Then it's settled, we'll push it." He holds out his hand and Kuroo clasps it strongly, hands tight. Bokuto tries to match the strength but he can't, his fingers go rigid.

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"Agaashi, this way—!"

I flick the ball over my shoulder without even looking. I don't need to. Bokuto is there. The ball slams down against the floor, just barely missing Nekoma's first year libero's fingers. The small boy lets out a frustrated yelp and stands.

Bokuto's shoes squeak on the floor as he walks up behind me and slaps me on the back with a grin. "Great toss—! I'll need a few more just like that."

I nod, because there's nothing else to do. I want to see that smile again and again and again.

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We win that game, and we stay on that winning streak until late into the season. We're up against a team from Tochigi, with dusty purple and red uniforms. Their captain was a broad-shouldered, freakishly tall middle blocker with an ego problem, Shibui Takuro.

"Shibui~San, Good luck—!" Bokuto took his hand firmly and smiled, eyebrows raised nervously.

Shibui looks him up and down and squints. "...Good luck."

We take our places on the court and the starting whistle blows. A pair of hands launches the ball across the court like a battle cry. The opposing team's libero dives for it, a lanky second year with tied blonde hair. He flicks the ball up into the air and their number 6 launches it over the side. Onaga blocks it and it lands on my finger tips, bouncing up like a springboard—straight into Bokuto.