iIm being pretty consistent with my updates lately and it's not even next week yet lmao
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!
Update: Haikyu! WA took out the book for voting and decided to restart when there are enough entries. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience I have caused any of you to have gone to such great lengths to support my story ;-;
Guide:
M/N: Manager's Name
C/O: Chosen Outfit
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Third Person POV
A flurry of make-up artists and hairstylists buzzed around a particularly embarrassed-looking girl sitting on a chair, her posture stiff as numerous people constantly yelled over her ear in panic. She neither flinched nor dared to speak as they styled her hair, applied make-up on her face, and constantly argued over their preferred wardrobe choice for her look so as to not delay them from their work. It had only been four hours since Kotarou Bokoto had taken her to watch the sunset but to the girl, it had felt like it had happened days ago. For the first time in the hour that she had spent sitting still, the girl shifted uncomfortably on her seat, making the hairstylist put two fingers under her chin to tilt her head up to the same position it had before.
"How are you holding up?" a cheerful voice interrupted her silent vigil. Forced to keep still, the girl snorted at the pun as another two fingers held up her face in place and focused her eyes on the reflection of the man who had spoken behind her, forcing a small smile. "Great," she replied, half-mockingly and half-pained.
[A/N: Ha ha ha. Punny. If you don't get it: he asked, "How are you holding up?" as someone held up her/ your chin :'D)
I'm going to have some serious neck pain tomorrow, she groaned to herself as the man gave a chuckle and tapped his clipboard thoughtfully.
"I'm Kotarou's manager, [Y/N], so I perfectly understand your pain," he waved his pen at her and tapped his forehead as the same hair stylist adjusted the position of her head once more. "But do try not to move so much, will you?"
[Y/N] grinned and nodded in acknowledgement, much to the dismay of the make-up stylist who was tracing her eyebrows. The man gave another laugh and walked away, shaking his head as he approached his client.
"You ready, Kotarou?" he poked Bokoto in the side, causing the recipient of the poke to flinch and glare at his manager. "I mean, seeing as that you never had a single girlfriend—"
"I'll be fine," he grumbled distractedly as his eyes shifted their focused to [Y/N] who sat stiffly and uncomfortably, with her sitting position at almost a ninety degree angle as finishing touches were applied to her look. Talking over her, one hairstylist and two make-up artists were arguing over her choice of outfit.
"I told you, the mint green and white polka-dotted dress with a sweetheart neckline and heels would suit her type of look better and would give-off a more innocent aura than your choice, alright?" the hair stylist argued as he shook the can of hair spray in an annoyed manner as the two make-up artists just rolled their eyes.
"But–" one of the latter argued, snapping a compact shut. "–if she would wear the white ripped shorts with a short black halter top and sandals, it wouldn't seem as 'try-hard' as a dress with heels and would seem casual!"
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Five Words (Haikyuu! x Reader)
Фанфик"Would you like to dance?" You stared at his outstretched hand which was empty, waiting for your palm to fit perfectly into his. It dared you to take it, to change what would have been a dull world into one full of color- one full of him. And as you...
