Haikyuu - Songfic Series

Shimizu Kiyoko x Reader - Dumb Dumb

You were doing the rounds in the department store when you saw a familiar head of raven hair. Without skipping a beat, you ducked back around the other side of the shelf.

Kiyoko Shimizu. She'd been in your class all three years of high school and she still made your stomach twist in knots without even trying.

She came into the store you worked at every now and then, picking up new supplies for the volleyball team she managed. Volleyballs and nets were popular items for her when she came in, so you didn't know why you hadn't expected her in this aisle.

But here she was, ten feet away from you perusing the aisles again with those big gray eyes. If you were quiet, maybe she wouldn't notice you.

You still couldn't live down the last time she'd come in and asked you where the sports drinks were and you sent her over to the shoes section by mistake, on almost the opposite side of the store.

You quickly stepped out of your hiding place, planning to walk straight past her without her noticing. But her voice stopped you.

"(L/N)?" she called softly. You froze instantly, glancing over to her.

"Shimizu," you replied. "W-what are you doing here?" you replied, immediately kicking yourself for that question. It was obvious what she was doing, and you only asked it every time she was herenlike some kind of airhead.

"We needed a new pole pad," she explained. "Do you think you could give me a hand with that?"

"Sure. I can go check in the back--"

"No, that's okay. They're all here, I just don't know which one we need." You sighed inwardly. You didn't even look at the pads before answering her.

"Well, it depends," you replied, trying desperately to regain control of the conversation. "On...you know, what size you need."

"Coach Ukai told me it was 6" in diameter."

"Right, but what shape?"

"Aren't they all circular?"

You cleared your throat. You'd been in the gym before, of course you should know she needed a circular one. "Well, some of them are made rectangular but most standard courts use circular poles, so...mostly, yes. We're just required to ask," you added hurriedly, trying to cover up your mistake. "What about color?"

"Red," she replied simply.

"Good choice." You leaned down a bit to pull the right size pad from the shelf.

"The other one is red too, so it's probably best if they match."

You were glad you weren't facing her so she couldn't see your burning face. This wasn't as bad as last time, but it was still painful.

"Do you need help?" she asked as she saw you struggling to get a good grip on it. You grunted and shook your head, adjusting your grip.

This pad in particular had been shoved in with the others, making it harder to remove. But at this point, it was a matter of pride to get it out instead of choosing another one.

You suddenly gave a good heave and it slid out of your grasp, hitting Kiyoko who was standing right beside you.

"Kiyoko, are you all right?" you exclaimed, practically tripping over the pad to make sure she wasn't hurt by your mistake.

She glanced up at you, narrowing her eyes in concentration. "My glasses," she said slowly.

"Your glasses," you repeated, continuing to stare at her for several seconds. "Oh! Your glasses!" You glanced around, finding them on the floor. You gently picked them up, beyond relieved to see they weren't broken.

You carefully placed them back on her face. She glanced up at you and you both stared at each other.

"Uh...here's your pad," you said after a moment, carefully adding it to her cart. She smiled softly.

"Thank you," she said with a soft smile.

"No problem. You're really okay, right? We're near the ice packs, I can get you one if you want. Free of charge."

"I think I'm fine, (L/N)," she assured you.

"Okay. I'm really sorry."

"I've been hit with a few stray volleyballs, this wasn't that different."

"Right." You shuffled awkwardly. "Well, I'll see you later."

You quickly turned on your heel and left, beyond tormented by what you'd accidentally done. But you already had a plan to make it up to her. If you could actually work up the nerve to go through with it.


The next day, Kiyoko was setting out the volleyball cart when she glanced up and met your eyes.

"(L/N)," she said. You forced yourself to walk into the gym, ignoring the stares of the few players that were already there.

"I'm very sorry about yesterday and I'd like to make it up to you," you said.

She flushed slightly. "I--"

"Please!" you exclaimed, bowing to her. "I know that I act like a dummy around you sometimes, but it's only because I like you and I'd like the chance to prove it to you. Let me take you out sometime."

There was a moment of silence.

"Okay," she said.

You glanced up. She forced herself to meet your gaze, cheeks still red from embarrassment as she nodded slowly.

"Thank you," you breathed out, straightening up once again. She wordlessly handed you the pole pad that she'd bought yesterday.

Without missing a beat, you took it over to the net and started fixing it. You caught Kiyoko glancing at you every now and then and you smiled to yourself.

Maybe throwing caution to the wind and acting like a dummy was what you'd needed all along to really get her attention.