Haikyuu!! Random stuffs

Bokuto Kotarō X reader

Yea... No comment today, I think. So enjoy!

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It was a normal day at Fukurodani, everyone chatting happily and fangirling over a new episode of an anime they were currently watching. Well – you and your group of friends were doing that, anyway. "Yay!~ I'm so glad it came out so soon!" (F/N) squealed while staring at her phone. "I know! I'm so happy – oh! I need to write a fanfic about this anime!" (BFF/N) squealed in response. You sighed, smiled, and stood up: grabbing some extra coins from out of your bag. "Give me a few minutes, guys!" You wave to them as you begin to walk to the vending machines. They were near to the gym, so it was a pretty far walk.

"can they be any further?" The sarcasm was evident in your voice as you got your money ready. You inserted the coins and chose your choice of drink. You collected it; something seemed different. "Oh, the volleyball team aren't practicing." Then something hit you. "Oh. That means I can get some ideas for the book I'm currently writing. I think it's called... Haikyuu!!... Random Stuffs?... Ah well." You say as you make your way into the gym, making sure that no one else was there.

You quietly make your way to the cupboard and grab a volleyball, quickly making your way back out. You hold the ball tightly Inbetween your hands, throwing it up and digging to yourself a few times. After about 5 minutes of that, repeating, an idea came to mind.

"Ah! I know – the reader could be practicing at lunch when no ones around and then suddenly someone appea–" you spoke as you turned around. What made you pause was, there was someone with black and white hair standing near the doors of the gym. 'H-Has he always b-been there?' You ask yourself in your head before dropping the volleyball and running out. 'Why did I do that? I don't know. Maybe... Just maybe – this is some kind of love story. Eh, probably not.'

But, Bokuto just stood there, staring at you in confusion. He shrugs, decides to take a step into the gym and slips. 'What the hell?'  What he had slipped on, looked like some form of notebook. He picked it up and examined it. "Hmmm... (Y/N)... Class 3-2..."

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You faceplant your bed and sigh, turning around to face the ceiling, beginning to reminisce about what had happened at lunch. 'Do I know that guy? He seems familiar. How does he get his hair like that, anyway? I bet he goes through a whole bottle of gel each week. Heh.' You think to yourself as you grab your phone from your bedside table and sit up, thinking about what to do now. After about a few hours of drawing and staring at your computer screen, you finally decided to call it a night, as you hopped into the shower, changed into your PJ's and soon fell asleep.

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Soon came morning, and things carried on as normal. You got did your normal routine and got changed into your school uniform, before heading out the door to meet (BFF/N). "(Y/N)-chan!~" Could be heard from across the street. You look over to see (BFF/N) standing there and waving dramatically. "(BFF/N)-Chan, Hi!" You shout as you make your way over to her. You two start talking about how you've been and all the usual stuff as you both make your way to school.

"Oh, I just remembered; what took you so long yesterday?"

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"You went to the vending machines yesterday at lunch, right? What took you so long?"

"Oh, well–" 'The vending machine had broke? These third years wouldn't let me get past? Ah, I got it!' "There was a long line at the vending machine....?" To be honest, it had sounded more like a question. (BFF/N) eyed you suspiciously, but then decided to drop it.