Haikyuu!! One Shots

Red (Kyotani x Nervous!Fem!Reader)

the last time I edited this was July 2018 LOOOL it's now 2020. Hahaha sorry.

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(L/n) (F/n). A name not many people knew. Unfortunate really, as the girl was lovely on her own. If you by some slim chance knew of her, it usually wasn't because you went out of your way to find her. She was in your class. You went to the same junior high. She lent you a pencil. Though that being said, no one really knew her. She was too nervous to let anyone near her. Once upon a time, people did try to make an effort, but she'd just stand there nodding with a bright red face and not say a word. Then she'd avoid you. It's not like she had any disposition, she was just so scared and she worried about everything. 

She was no goddess either. That isn't to say she's not pretty, why of course she is! She just doesn't stand out. More than your average Joe, but no Madonna. 

(Y/h) tall, (h/l) (h/c) hair and two gems of (e/c) to match. Her skin, blemish free and her hair always full. The only thing that could be considered a problem on her face was her permanent red blush that covered it. Her cheeks were always a little rosy from being constantly conscious of everyone around her, then it deepened and spread when someone talked or looked at her. A slight curse as people would often snicker at her misfortune, only to worsen the situation.

This was a girl who stuck to herself and made no effort to be around anyone and no one made any effort to be around her. Sure she felt lonely, but she was content and could deal with the loneliness if it meant a life where she was less crippled by nerves. I guess you could say she almost enjoyed being alone, it let her indulge on herself and her numerous hobbies. So imagine her surprise when she began to become hyper-aware of a presence which almost seemed to follow her, day after day. 

Dyed-blonde hair with two black stripes. Unmistakable in a sea of brown and black. Of course she'd notice him now he seemed to be everywhere, how could she not. No one ever made a lasting impression when she saw them. If she saw someone frequently she deducted that they just frequented where she went as much as herself. She was familiar with the faces she saw often than not.

He was not.

Every day he'd be there, in the corner of her eye. Bright red she'd make it her mission to escape his view. Call her paranoid but she didn't want to be noticed by someone as scary as him. Slouched figure. Dark, black bags under his eyes (or was it eyeliner she couldn't tell), along with his bleached hair. Oh! Not forgetting his immeasurably suffocating presence. It was indescribable but in a bad way (she had to remind herself). She didn't know if she was just being paranoid or not, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching her in some way. He had just come out of nowhere all of a sudden, what was she supposed to think?

One day, one seemingly ordinary day, (l/n)s worst nightmare came to life. 

Your POV

It was the middle of lunch during early spring, you had finished eating outside. You usually sat on a bench under a tree, and now you were headed to the library to get a quick twenty minutes of studying in. Most of the halls were quite empty much to your delight though you still kept your gaze positioned predominantly to the floor. You wish you hadn't kept it so low. 

Letting out an almost inaudible gasp, you fell to the floor and landed on your arse as you bumped into someone rather harshly. Instantly your face blew up in embarrassment and you began to feel clammy as you felt the familiar harsh presence of someone you deemed your stalker. Your eyes shifted up slightly and you caught his golden ones and they instantly flicked down to the floor once you noticed how hostile and sharp they were. His eyebrows were in -what looked like- a permanent state of furrowed and his eyes were pinpointed to you.