Haikyuu!! x Reader

Yaku Morisuke || Bakery

This was a request from horse_pony - I hope you enjoy! ^.^
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College was stressful - the assignments were harder, the deadlines were shorter, and there were more people in class than most are typically used to. You have to share a room with a total stranger - unless you were lucky enough to have a friend going to the same college - and sometimes that total stranger is someone who has terrible hygiene and attitude.

Or at least that's how it was for (f/n). And the only thing that made any of it worth it was the small bakery down the street from her dorm that had the absolute best desserts. She was a little embarrassed to admit that she went there three times a week, and when finals week came she wasn't that pleased to confess that she was going six days a week.

(Not Saturdays because those were the days she had lunch with her friend at a cafe that had great desserts - although they didn't live up to the small bakery's desserts.)

So yeah, she went there a lot, and yeah, a couple of the workers had learned her name and started having actually conversations with her because she was there so much, but could you blame her? Plus, with the cute boy behind the counter most days - (f/n) noted to herself that he doesn't work Wednesdays, which sucks because Wednesdays sucked were long for her - she just couldn't stop herself from going in.

The cute boy never bothered to make conversation with her really - he'd sometimes comment on how often she came into the shop or tell her that she was going to regret all of this 'stress' eating when she was older, which was good enough for (f/n). It was flattering to her that he seemed to care enough to tell her.

(f/n) walked and sometimes jogged, though, so she wasn't extremely worried about eating one cookie a day. If started showing any signs of it being unhealthy, she'd stop eating them. (Maybe. They were damn good cookies.)

"Hey, (l/n)," one of the workers called when she walked into the store. He was sweeping right now, but (f/n) had learned a few weeks ago that he was actually one of the bakers, and a damn good one at that.

"Hello," the girl called back, waving at him with a smile. She walked to the small counter and smiled at the short boy behind it, his usually neutral look on his face.

"Back for your daily fix of unhealthy treats?" he asked. (f/n) knew not to be offended and smiled wide at him.

"For your information, I don't come here everyday - I skip Saturdays." She started looking at the array of cookies in the cases and heard the man sigh.

"You come here a lot, though. Isn't it annoying walking here everyday and spending money on cookies you could just make?"

The girl's smile was still on her face as she met his eye. "Well," her eyes flickered down to his name tag and then back down to the cookies, "Yaku, this place is actually pretty close to my apartment, and is right in between my home and work - it calls out to me whenever I see it." Her head lifted up so she was looking at him again. "Plus, I'm not that good at baking - not as good as the people here anyways. It's also better than me buying expensive coffee everyday."

Yaku agreed with that and watched as she made her choice of cookie, pointing to it with eyes wide like a child's and asking for it 'pretty please and thank you, Yaku.' He put it in a small white bag with the bakery's logo on it and then handed it to her while she took out money.

"No need, it's on me. You're probably half of my salary anyways, it's no big deal," Yaku said, and (f/n) thanked him before reaching into the bag to break off a part of the cookie.

"These ones are the best - can you tell me who bakes them so I can marry them?" (f/n) asked before eating the chunk, smile still on her face.

Yaku blushed deeply and turned to look away from her, eyes moving around the store nervously. "I actually make those ones," he said quietly, and (f/n)'s smile only seemed to grow.

"Really?" Yaku nodded. "Yaku you're an amazing baker! They've got such talented people working here."

Yaku mumbled a thanks, and the male that was sweeping when (f/n) entered thanked her too, stating that he was happy to help her stress-induced cookie need.

"You should really teach me to make cookies sometime, Yaku. My mom would be infuriated if she found out that I had a better cookie recipe than her."

Yaku blushed again, which was way out of character for him but this girl was so much like Lev spewing compliments like they were nothing, and he couldn't stop himself from feeling a bit flustered.

(f/n) was smiling wide at him and noticed the blush. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Yaku. You're a great baker. Thank you so much for the cookie, and I'll see you tomorrow." She walked out of the store while throwing a small wave and smile over her shoulder to him, leaving Yaku standing there awestruck.

The next day was a Tuesday, and (f/n) came in the morning like she usually did. Yaku had a bag of two of his famous cookies prepared for her, his number and full name written on the white of the bag.

He learned after that day that the blush on his cheeks was going to be a normal occurrence when he was in (f/n)'s presence, and it came as more of a comfort than he ever thought it would have.