Partners In Crime

Spur of the Moment

Honestly some people are so talented I can't. This picture became part of my life immediately.

Yaku Morisuke had never been so bored in his entire life. Was he exaggerating? He didn't think so. Never had he wanted to rip out his hair and just scream for something to do.

He tended to do stupid things when he was bored, and he knew he couldn't afford to be stupid these days. One slip up and it was off to prison. Where he would most likely be more bored.

So, with great effort, Yaku hauled himself off the couch and sluggishly put on a white and grey flannel, black pants, and a red scarf. It was around 12:45 PM. Still early enough in the day for him to be able to do something without worrying about the time.

When he was out of the house, he decided that he would get Starbucks and then... Go ice skating? Sure. He could afford it. Last week's heist had payed well, Yaku had enough to pay rent and spend on days like today. Starbucks was only a 10 minute or so walk from his small apartment, so the boredom wouldn't be as strong. Yaku had ADHD. Paying attention to things was more than a challenge, and he took meds so he could focus at 'work'. He had never been able to sit still more than a few minutes, and the only thing he kept to himself was his work.

Yaku lived for heists. The adrenalin and the chance of being caught was enough to sharpen his senses, making him a valuable asset to the team.

These thoughts buzzed at the back of his head still as he pushed open the door to Starbucks. There was no line today, which was great because Yaku would probably explode before he got to the front. The barista was a tall man with silver hair and sparkling blue green eyes. His nametag read 'Viktor'. "Are you Russian?" Yaku blurted out without thinking.

"How'd you guess?" Viktor laughed, his words slightly accented.
"ADHD. Brain and mouth are connected." Yaku mumbled, cheeks heated with embarrassment.
"Cool! And what can I get you?" Viktor had a charming attitude, and Yaku could feel that he was going to become a regular here.
"Just a caramel iced coffee please." Viktor nodded and walked back to the drink making station.

There was a man who was slightly shorter, with dark hair, brown eyes and glasses. He looked nervous, especially as Viktor approached. Yaku watched Viktor walk the man who's nametag read... Yuri, through the drink. Yaku watched the exchange with an interested expression. It was as if drink making was suddenly an art.

"Someday I hope to be as good as you!" Yuri exclaimed to Viktor who smiled fondly and slid Yaku his drink.
"Have a good day!" Yaku nodded and concealed a grin as Viktor's attention immediately was back on Yuri.

The coffee tasted better than usual, and was empty by the time Yaku got to the rink. He made sure he took another pill before he walked inside.

Skating was Yaku's secret hobby. He came before and after heists, when he was facing extreme boredom such as today, or when he just felt the need to skate. The person at the counter had brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, and large brown eyes. She gave Yaku his skates and smiled, momentarily blinding him before turning to scold three identical girls in the corner who were filming someone skating.

Yaku found an empty bench, the cold of the metal breaking the warmth of his black pants. The skates were a cream colored, and the ones Yaku used every time. They were one of the smallest sizes available, and nobody seemed to have his sized feet.

Once the skates were securely strapped on, he slid onto the ice, sighing at the welcoming feeling of home. The ice was smoother than silk, and resembled glass. He made his way in a circle around the rink before deciding against any order.

He zipped around and through other people, spinning, dancing, putting on a show. It was always a spur of the moment kind of thing with him, no two things repeated twice. He finished a small jump before hearing applause.

His head turned towards the sound and he saw first the piercing clear emerald eyes. Then the hair that seemed more... Youthful than Viktor's nearly the same color, but this man's seemed a shade lighter. After the hair came the long, long legs. Legs Yaku would kill to have.

He imagined how much easier life would be. He could reach the top shelf, not worry about killing himself stacking chairs, go shopping without kids making fun of his height. He was probably very grace-

BAM. The man fell where he was standing, and Yaku burst out with laughter. The green eyed man sprawled around, trying to stand.up again. He could see the three girls filming again and gave them a discreet thumbs up before helping the guy up.

"My name's Lev Haiba nice to meet you. Also! You're so small! I didn't think skaters could be this small!"
Yaku felt intense annoyance swell in his gut and ignored the little voice making notes about his long slender fingers, or dark eyelashes. Nope. Yaku the man of stone! No person-

Lev ran his hand through his hair and Yaku's heart restarted. After regaining thought, he figured he should answer instead of stare, so he did. You can do this don't mess up."I'm Yaku Morisuke, and your hair is gorgeous." Damn it.

Lev's eyes glittered. "Beautiful eh?"
Yaku's sputtered attempts at proving him wrong and feeble kick barely defended him.
"Well it just so happens I think yours is gorgeous too."

Word Count: 950? (minus A/N)
Okay I'm completely in love with Yaku. Like I'd sell my kidney if he asked me too.

And did y'all catch the Yuri on Ice I threw at you? I'm completely taken with barista Viktor. And skating Yaku and... I'll shut up.

Q: What's your favorite Haikyuu character?
A: Yaku! (Duh)