one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

Taken (4?¿ lol)

(A/N) um because I love this poly more than myself. I'm also thinking of writing some kinky shit between Yachi and Kiyoko or Saeko X reader because I'm feelin inspired for that but no promises. Anywho enjoy this shit even though there's no smut right now. I'll be sharing some yummy shit soon. (cough Bokuto X Kuroo or maybe some KuroHina)

For a part time job, being the convenience store clerk of a gas station wasn't very flashy. It was actually quite annoying, and boring for that matter. But the people watching is interesting. Akaashi Keiji usually worked the morning shifts, the shifts that the night owls didn't want or the others who worked throughout the day.

Yet, this night he had to work the night shift, his task piercing well into the darkest hours of the day. He did not like this shift. When he normally worked, there was one other person beside him to assist him or take other customers waiting patiently, or sometimes rowdy and impatiently.

The night shift in itself was a whole other demon. The darkness outside swallowed everything up passed the gas pumps. There could be a starving horde of flesh eating zombie limping to him and he'd never know until they were almost in his damn lap. It was like the place was in some separate dimension. Surely, other people would not mind as much, but Akaashi found the blackness of night petrifying.

Although, what's worse than the dark is the very fact that he is completely alone and vulnerable, and the only eyes on him were those of cameras that half worked.

He could be taken and murdered incredibly easily. No one would ever know. No one had been there for hours. A car hasn't even passed. Not once.

He gulped softly at the very thought of being taken by force.

Akaashi pulled out a book, his hand brushing the cold metal of the hand gun beneath the counter. He shivered at the idea of it even needing to be there.

He scanned through the pages, skimming the lines to find his place. He found it in seconds.

"ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'T is some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;           
    Only this and nothing more."

The hairs on the back of Akaashi's neck raised, the words of Edgar Allan Poe creeped him the absolute fuck out at night.

He couldn't help but feel like it was a vaguely foreboding passage, for him more than the poem itself. He was focused more on the lines before him than his jobs, and all to the extent that he hardly even noticed the shitty black van that came screeching to a halt outside by a gas pump.

Akaashi didn't bother to look up. They probably wouldn't bother him unless they needed food. He kept reading.

However, he predicted completely and utterly wrong.

Moments later, the door swung open, the bell ringing violently as the door bounced off the rack and slammed back shut.

"Excuse me, there's no need to assault the damn door-..." Akaashi looked up through his lashes, his expression initially bored and uninterested.

His uninterested vanished as soon as he noticed the black bandana tied to cover his mouth and nose, with dark black ray bands concealing his eyes. The dark clothes, weird vest, and crazy grey and black hair didn't even register after he noticed his big hands.