A Random Book of Trashy Haikyuu Oneshots

Bokuto Kotarou x Reader: Time Capsule

One fine morning, Bokuto Kotarou was digging in his backyard to search for something he had lost: his limited-edition Mikasa volleyball. His friend, Keiji Akaashi, buried it as a prank. The setter was annoyed at the wing spiker's irritating antics, so he decided to bury the volleyball as an intense practical joke against him.

Bokuto kept on digging while muttering at least a thousand curses dedicated to his savage friend under his breath. As he dug numerous holes in his backyard, a girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair called his attention by yelling out his given name.

"Kotarou!"

The boy's golden orbs narrowed. He clicked his tongue while he kept on adding the holes in his backyard, choosing to ignore whoever the hell had called him.

"Yo! What are you diggin' for?", you inquired curiously while entering Bokuto's backyard, carefully avoiding the holes he had produced.

"My precious limited edition Mikasa volleyball! It's worth a fortune!", whined the monochrome haired boy, almost hitting your poor head with his shovel. Well, luckily you were swift enough to dodge that incoming object.

"Easy there! I'll help you find it!", you offered sweetly.

"Really?", Bokuto inquired incredulously.

"Yes."

"Thank you!!"

Bokuto then rushed inside his house to fetch another shovel. You started humming a tune to entertain yourself while he was out of sight. You closed your eyes for a mere three seconds, and as you opened them, much to your surprise he was already grinning in front of you, with his face apart from yours by an approximate one inch. Then, you felt the heat gradually rising to your cheeks, turning them pale red.

"So.... Should we start?", he asked cheekily.

You chuckled sheepishly. "Of course, Kotarou."

Then, the two of you commenced the search for buried treasure, or rather-- the buried, limited-edition volleyball with a sentimental value to the wing spiker.

After a few minutes, Bokuto was already complaining that he was tired from digging, and his arms were aching due to exerting much effort.

"Oh, come on, Kotarou! Stop whining like a baby, and just continue! We barely made any progress!", you object.

"But, I'm tired!", Bokuto protested.

A death glare coming from you instantly shut him up. He didn't say another word, and started digging again.

Three hours later, your eyes lit up as you saw a multi-colored sphere. You picked it up, then dribbled it a little. You aimed, jumped up, then forcefully hit it, sending it into the direction of Bokuto, who was too absorbed in digging to notice that you had found his beloved volleyball.

"What a perfect jump serve!", you muttered to yourself.

The volleyball that hit his right cheek made him crash to the ground. You didn't know why, but instead of pitying him, you  just laughed at him.

"Damn it, (Y/N)! You're worse than Akaashi!!", Bokuto cried.

That irritating whiny voice made you laugh harder. A second later, you were literally rolling on the floor in hysterics. Bokuto pouted at you, and that's when you had enough. Tears formed in your eyes as you kept on giggling. Instead of being annoyed by Bokuto's childishness, you were utterly amused by it.