Haikyuu! Striking Thoughts

Watermelon

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Knife in hand, you carefully sliced the round tropical fruit in half. The one you bought on sale is cultured well and has grown huge so you decided to take your time with it or else you'll stab either your finger or veins. Scary possibilities in general. You then proceeded to slice pieces after pieces, placing them in a plate as neatly as possible. Lev will be home any minute now. The russian guy would love to eat fresh watermelons once he gets back from an exhausting day filled with non stop volleyball practice. "Y/n!," the sounds of the front door opening caught your hearing. You peaked from where you're busily working in the kitchen, a flash of silvery hair occupying your sight. "Here," you told him. "I'm home," he rushed to you, to your welcoming pair of arms and embrace. "I'm home," he refers to you the second time. You pull back from the hug, Lev's mouth watering at the bright red, juicy fruit. "You must be starving, here," you gave him a slice. You watched him eat, until he suddenly spits the seeds like the child he could be. You warned him but Lev wouldn't budge, clueless of the mess he's making. You stepped on a stool, smacked him by his nape like what Yaku taught you to do when Lev's being a pain in the butt. The boy choked on himself, jolting at your scary aura. "I am not cleaning after you. Clean it yourself." Indeed. You're way scarier than Morisuke.