Haikyuu!! One-Shots

Fallback~Part 1 (Kuroo x Reader)

[A/N] Okay, yeah, my daydreams are the typical basis for all my x-reader fics?? A~nyway, knock yourselves out with this one.

Oh yeah, you should probably be caught up on the manga. Or have seen minor character spoilers (*cough Alisa Haiba cough*) before reading this. Just saying. 

I realize that everything's really slow in the beginning, and I apologize. Wow, this is going to be long... *takes a deep breath* And it's trash, I'm sorry.

In which... Reader is in love with Yaku, completely unaware of her own secret admirer... 

Seriously, reader. Let it goooo, let it goooo, can't hold back Kuroo anymoooooore~

EDIT: I got rid of the slightly smutty ending because I'm no longer comfortable with it; I hope you understand! I changed it to cuddling :) 

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Swinging your legs freely beneath your chair, you waited for your favorite manga application to load so you could read any updated chapters. Staring intently at your screen, you noticed a small, animated kitten, fur of sand, playing with a ball of yarn. Huh. That was a strangely relevant loading icon. 

That's right. You attended Nekoma High as a first year. Today was only your second week of school. To be quite honest, you weren't sure how the school uniform looked on you. Your crush, Yaku, hadn't complimented the dun skirt yet. Sure, it kinda hurt, but you assumed he had reasons. Volleyball practice, for one. It probably took up all his time! 

Not realizing that the webpage had loaded, you delved deeper into your memories with him. Wasn't this another case of "best-friends to lovers"? Couldn't it be? 

You remembered an intimate day during the summer, when he bought you an ice pop. Soda flavored, if you will. Side by side, the two of you sat on the steps of his small house. Occasionally, one of his many pet cats would curl up beside you, but for most of the lazy day, it was just the two of you. Long, meaningful conversations. Your head resting on his shoulder, his lap, his hands finding a crook on your waist. Staring up at his deep, brown eyes, a seemingly infinite pool of chocolate...

The next day, you decided to graciously invite yourself to one of Yaku's volleyball practices. It couldn't hurt, right? He was still your friend, after all. He wouldn't mind. Maybe you could talk to him more. 

But you sat quietly on the bleachers, waiting for the team to exit the locker room. The first person who came out wasn't Yaku, or anyone you knew. He had completely blond hair, but it didn't seem real. Squinting, you spotted black peering out from the roots. He had dyed his hair. 

He seemed like the type to be attached to his phone. His eyes glanced around the room warily, almost unnerved, and he felt around for his invisible pockets from time to time. Finally, he met your eyes. His own feline-like ones widened, then went out of view as he swiftly turned his head away shyly. You decided that he didn't seem too bad. 

Next was a much taller boy with a serious case of hot bedhead. Seriously, if bedhead looked that sexy, you wouldn't mind having it every morning. Admiring the way his supple body moved as he practiced smooth receives, you almost didn't see what really mattered to you:

Yaku.

Suddenly, he burst into your line of sight. 

"(Name)!" he exclaimed, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks as he smiled. Almost as if he didn't know your true intentions, he asked, "Are you here to watch me?" 

That sick, lovable bastard. He just wanted your confirmation, didn't he? 

Completely flustered, you nodded, finding an intense, blaring heat crawl agonizingly slow up your neck and down from the tips of your cherry-tinted ears. Shoving your hands into your lap, you curled into yourself. Oh god. All these boys here to witness your awkwardness.