I'd Spike That~ {Haikyuu!! x Male!Reader}

Kyoutani Kentarou

        You'd always been one to go with the flow, no worries and an ever present easygoing smile on your face. People would probably find your perpetual lackadaisical attitude frustrating if it wasn't so oddly refreshing. It's just too bad your best friend doesn't hold the same views.

"Get up you lazy sack of shit, you promised you'd come with me to watch the game!"

        Ah, speak of the temperamental she-devil. The swift kick to your side wakes you from your little cat-nap and (e/c) eyes flutter open to focus up where Sayuri stands over you, a scowl twisting her pretty features and directed straight at you. "Sayu-chan, I can see your panties." It's not even a teasing remark, which would take up to much energy to muster, it's simply a blunt (tactless) statement. Something you are prone to making. It also earns you another kick, her typical response to your nonsense. "Shut up idiot! That's an honor meant for Oikawa-senpai's eyes only! Hurry up and let's get going, if we make it in time to see everything maybe I'll be merciful and allow you to keep you to live despite your intolerable actions!" As she grasps your arm to drag you along, all you can be bothered to do is allow her as you yawn and idly wonder how you're friends with such a violent girl.

"Do you really think Oikawa-senpai would be interested if he knew how brutal you truly were?"
To no surprise, she hits you again.
Rude.

        Despite it being a simple practice game, the bleachers are packed, an overwhelming amount of the crowd being girls and of course Sayuri heads for the loudest pack of screeching harpies that is the Oikawa fanclub, where she proceeds to join in the euphoric cries of "Oikawa-saaaan!~" The change her personality takes would be unnerving if you bothered to care, but you having more pressing matters to attend to. Like wondering if you'd be able to nap through all this hype or if you'll end up having to subject yourself to watching disinterestedly. Knowing Oikawa's groupies and their volume, it would end up being the latter. You don't even understand the sport, is this the one where they're trying to get goals or..? You shrug, guess you'd spend the whole game bored and completely confused. Oh well.

        ......Whatever volleyball's point is, it involves a whole lot of hitting the ball around. Which is very tiring to watch. Can't they just get their homerun so you could leave already? A particularly loud smack of the ball gains your attention as it connects to the ground (everyone cheers, was that a good thing then? You thought they were supposed to just bounce it around and keep it from touching the floor. Like hot potato. Volleyball, you find, is mildly frustrating) and your eyes track where it came from, some guy with...stripey hair? Dull eyes brighten slightly with interest. Tilting your head, a curious expression crosses your face as you continue to watch him throughout the game.

"What a stupid hairstyle."

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Turns out stripey-chan is actually Kyoutani Kentarou and apparently has been in the same class as you since the beginning of the year. You find yourself observing him whenever you're not sleeping through lessons or skipping class. Sayuri claims you're being creepy but you could care less, it's not as if he's notic-oh. Huh. Looks like he finally caught you if that particularly nasty glare is any indication, though it holds no hope of being effective against your formidable carefree aura. He kind of resembles a grumpy puppy in all actuality.

You wiggle your fingers at him.
He glares harder.
How cute~

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Your staring and his uneffective intimidating continues for months, but beyond that there is no other interaction between the two of you (Sayuri has given up trying to get you to stop, now she's taken to betting when Kyoutani would get fed up with your shit and deck you). The first conversation you guys have is when you have one foot out the window, planning to skip class for a more productive activity (of course it's sleeping, duh) and he shows up yelling "(L/N), what the hell are you doing?!" ........Cute or not, he's not exactly the brightest bulb there is he? I mean, you felt it was obvious what you were doing.... "Climbing out the window. It's sunny out." Perfect weather to sleep in. Except he's looking mighty pissed off with a slight underlying bit of worry and is hurrying towards you to pull you back in, muttering about "idiots getting themselves killed." He's seriously impeding with you relaxation time and for once you're feeling adamant about getting your way, so you tug against him. Needless to say, you both end up falling out the window. (Lucky he didn't land on you, he may be lean muscle but you're a lanky fucker and definitely would've been crushed) As it is, you can't help smirking at his look of confusion when he glances at the ground and what definitely was not a long drop as you stand up and brush yourself off. "You do realize we're on the first floor right?" His embarrassed spluttering is music to your ears. You pat his head with a snicker, his attempts at playing hero proved to be highly amusing and your unexplainable fascination with him only grows.

"So dumb, puppy-chan. You are just too cute."

        You're already strolling away, hands stuffed in your pockets and whistling a casual, jaunty tune when the nickname computes in his brain and despite the fair distance between the two of you, you can still hear his string of curse clearly. He really
made it too easy.

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That first official meeting between you and Kyoutani seemed to open the floodgates because after that, everyone has been subjected to watching the one-sided arguments that never seem to end-it mostly consisted of you provoking him, him blowing up and you continuing to rile him up-all with you smiling your lazy grin the entire time which serves to only anger him even more.

        Sayuri and you are eating lunch when she decides to hopefully end this bullshit by addressing the elephant in the room. "(F/N), I understand you're hopeless in absolutely everything-" "Mean." "-but despite what you may think, we are no longer in kindergarten anymore. And pulling the pigtails of your crush is childish and not an acceptable form of flirting." You blink at her as you sip your juice box, "Crush?" The disbelieving look she gives you is confusing and the carrot thrown is unwarranted (tastes delicious though). "Are you kidding me? I deserve an award for having to deal with such a moron, I swear. Yes, crush. As in how I like senpai, you like Kyoutani. Except your feelings are a hundred times more annoying and I'm sick of watching this train wreck." You continue to stare at her as you take another sip, humming in thought.

"Huh. In that case yeah, I like puppy-chan."
"Obviously. Which is why you need to stop picking on him and just confess already."
.....Makes sense. Sayuri may be a violent beast of a friend that spends her time worshipping the ground Oikawa walks on or hitting you, but she's usually right.
Confess eh?

         Setting your juice down, your eyes scan the lunchroom. Spotting Kyoutani, you shrug and rise to your feet, no time like the present right? Ignoring Sayuri's panicked questioning on where you were going, you strode towards your target, internally cooing over how he seemed to sense you coming near (it's like you two are connected!) when he suddenly looked up, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously. "(F/N). What do you want now." It's not so much a question as a demand for an answer, which you were happy to oblige.

So you grabbed his face and kissed him.

        Sayuri's wail of "You idioooooooooot!!!" is especially impressive, though you don't know why she was angry (again), you were only doing what she said. You pull away, slipping your hands from his face as you lick your lips (he tasted like that stupid Famima Chicken he liked to eat all the time, which was kind of gross but also slightly endearing).

"You're cute when you're angry." You tell him matter-of-factly before walking out the lunchroom.
Confessing was tiring, you'd probably skip and just go home.

A nap sounded good right about now.