Haikyuu!! One-Shots

Flutter (Yamaguchi x Reader)

[A/N] Okay, why does my laptop recognize Iwaizumi's name in the dictionary, but not Yamaguchi's? This is a serious problem that needs fixing RIGHT NOW. *cues the fanfic*

Headcanon: Yamaguchi really likes birds, and he owns a few. :') (Totally not inspired by a classmate or anything.)

It's going to be weird to write in his POV, but I'm going to try! 

Ugh this is so long, why would anyone even bother to read to the end? And it's trash. I apologize. ;_;

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Yamaguchi's POV:

No way. 

No freaking way.

(Name) was coming to my house after school.

My knees were bouncing in anticipation, and every freckle on my face felt like stardust, bright and burning. Even though English was my weakest subject, my brain seemed quicker than usual. 

"George. George went to the store," I responded confidently to my teacher's question. 

Usually there would be someone in the back of the class snickering at my awkward pronunciation, but today, nobody was there to laugh. Everyone, including me, was shocked at my perfect western accent. 

A big grin was plastered over my face as I beamed to the sensei. 

I was on fire!

After class, Tsukishima approached me. His lighter-than-most bag was slung around one shoulder. Through my years of observation on his behavior, it became natural for me to do the same. He favored his right shoulder, whereas my left one carried the weight of my books. 

"Yamaguchi, you seem really happy," he commented, adjusting his strap. Pushing up his glasses, he added, "Is it about (Name)?"

At the mention of her name [A/N: no pun intended :')], I got so flustered, all my binders tumbled out of my arms. "U-uh huh. Y-yeah. (Name)," I stammered, struggling to pick them back up with my shaking hands. "She's coming over later," I squeaked, cursing to myself as my hopeless state forced Tsukki to bend down and help. 

"Butterfingers," he snorted, but a gentle smile graced his features. "Hey, good luck with her. She's a good person." 

At first, I didn't have a reaction. I guess the words didn't process yet. 

Suddenly, I snapped my head up. "Wait, you know her that well?" To say that she's a good person...

He shrugged, already halfway out the door. "Well, yeah. She went to the same archaeology summer camp I went to a few years ago," he answered, quite obviously avoiding eye contact. How like him, to go bury himself with dinosaurs over the summer. I almost snorted out loud, save for the fact that I wanted to know more. "We were sent to excavate the same dig site, so we were forced to talk." 

A ball of jealousy ballooned in my chest, squeezing my heart. I found it hard to breathe, the envy a rich shade of emerald inside me. "Oh really?" I asked, pretending it was fine. It was completely fine that the girl I liked got to spend hours a day with Tsukki digging up bones and getting chummy, right?

Tsukki raised an eyebrow and said, "Relax. She wasn't even interesting." With a playful smirk, he added, "She wouldn't stop talking about you, anyway."

"Uh, what?" I asked, leaning in closer. "M-me?" 

"Yeah. I swear, I uncovered more of her feelings for you than bones." [A/N: The salt is real.]