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

Terushima Yuuji Part 1

You had a problem. An addiction of sorts, you supposed you could describe it as.

Wasn't drugs, you didn't drink (a sip snuck from your mother's wineglass during lavish parties she'd happened to drag you to notwithstanding) and you didn't gamble. You might be a little uncontrolled with the online shopping but that was a vice to be explained another day (or never, you could pry online shopping from your cold, dead fingers).

No, this addiction was of a different nature.

The subject of your fixation was a 5'9" self-proclaimed studmuffin (you didn't agree with the sentiment at all, really) with a stupidly attractive undercut and piercings that had the magical ability to make you hot under the collar. And the kind of guy people would probably question as to why someone like you (wealthy, the image of propriety appearance-wise, studious, the type of boy a mother would kill to have her daughter marry) had such an interest in him.

Just the utterance of the name Terushima Yuuji gave you goosebumps and made butterflies flutter in your stomach.  

Staring at him multiplied those feelings by 9000 with an added creep factor bonus.

Which was what you were doing right now, the teacher's droning about the lesson background noise as you sighed dreamily, your hand might have been jotting your notes with startling accuracy for the lack of attention being paid, but your mind was dedicated to Terushima Time as fantasies ran rampant through your head. Terushima walking you home. Terushima holding your hand. Terushima kissing you. Terushima wearing nothing but a frilly, heart-shaped apron as he welcomed you home from a long day of work from the corporate company you inherited from your mother, where he promises to make up for you having to deal with boring meetings and a useless secretary who spent more time playing Candy Crush than doing her job by making all of your favorites for dinner and then offering himself as dessert, slipping off that apron and lying back on the dining table as he lets you have your way with him and-oh. You shake yourself back into present time as the ringing of the school's bell interrupts that...interesting turn of events your thoughts were taking. School was over.

Shrugging at your lack of awareness you glance down at the fruits of your absentminded labor-say what you would about your perpetual influx of hormones, you took some well formulated notes. Even through inattentive jotting down, everything was color-coded and highlighted in a way that would make study guides cry with envy. The only thing that could ruin such beautiful organization was the borderline-blinding neon pink reading "He chews on his pencil when he's trying to figure out a math problem."

What in the world?

Another pink blurb catches your eyes, buried amongst a cluster of definitions: "He has a habit of fiddling with his earrings and staring out the window when he is bored during the lesson. Happens often; wonder what he thinks about."

You start flipping through your notebook with increasing horror, finding little snippets of similar natures somewhere on almost every single sheet of paper you've scrawled on.

How have you gone through your school year without noticing this at all?!

Apparently staring at Terushima has unlocked your inner stalker and killed off any rationality your brain retained, because this was beyond weird; if anyone could read this, it was buh-bye social life and respectable reputation, hello instant ostracization. It was times like this you were thankful for being a former foreigner, you may have given heck for moving all the way from (Country Name) those years ago but being bilingual really came in handy in some instances. Especially now when those, frankly freaky, observations about the object of your affection were transcribed in (language) instead of Japanese, which meant the chance anyone could read them were slim to none. They would just see blazing pink gibberish and remain confused as to why you were writing down random crap in a garish pen color. You'd take what you could get.