Haikyuu X Reader One-Shots

Miya Atsumu - Amusing

SPOILERS AHEAD for the Karasuno x Inarizaki match!

"Does he have a God complex or something?!" You yell, feeling outraged. "Who the hell does he think he is?! He closes his hand and the whole cheering squad just shuts up?!"

"(Y/N), please calm down." Your friend pleads, glancing at the people around you. "People are staring at you."

"I don't care. I'm pissed and I just have to let it out." You grip the bar in front of you.

"I understand. But please calm your tone. I bet that people from the other side of the court can hear you."

"Let them! That Miya Atsumu attitude just infuriates me!" You shout again.

"Oh my," Mika says, glancing at the court. "Inarizaki's team is looking at you." She glares at you. "I don't know you."

You glance down too, making eye contact with the guy you just insulted. He smirks and you go red from a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"They are our school's team. The least you could do was not shout on how Miya-san attitude pisses you of."

"We could even be from the same class. I'm here to support my cousin's team and nothing else." You say, moving your gaze to your cousin, Kageyama Tobio.

"GO, GO TOBIO! GO, GO KARASUNO!" You shout with all you had.

"(Y/N), they are taking a time-out." Mika sighs as she puts a hand to her face. "Please let them rest."

*

You were happy that Karasuno had won. The smile on Tobio's face was so genuine that you were surprised. Last time you saw him, he had the 'King Of The Court' complex. Your mother hat told you that ever since he went to high school, his attitude had gotten better but you didn't imagine that it had been this much.

However, as much as you were happy with his victory, you couldn't help but feel sorry for Inarizaki. It was your school's team after all and seeing their frustrated and sad faces just gave you a feeling of unease.

You were on your way to the bathroom (Mika went to buy some snacks), but as you didn't know the structure of the building, you ended up getting lost.

You were about so ask someone for directions when I heard a voice behind you. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the girl who hates my attitude."

You tense as you slowly turn around. Miya Atsumu, in the flesh. A cocky grin was plastered on his face.

"Yeah, about that... I probably shouldn't have shouted that." You scratch your neck.

"I found it amusing, actually. I knew that gesture irritated some people but no one ever had the courage to say something about it." He places his hands on his hips and scans your face.

"Don't you go to my school? I have the feeling I saw you before." He says.

"I do."

"Then why were you supporting the opposite team?" He leans in, putting his face at you eye level. You had been looking up the whole time.

"It was Tobio's team. He's my cousin." You had no idea of why you were answering his questions but you were.

"Oh. I see." Atsumu's face changes, turning into one that you couldn't quite put the finger on.

"But," You start, before you could stop the words. "I have to admit that your team is truly strong. You fought well. Your serves and sets were... amazing." You mumble but loud enough for him to hear.

Both of his eyebrows go up, surprised by your compliment.

"Come on." You say, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. "I may think that you shutting up a whole cheer squad with just a gesture is ridiculous but I know to recognize talent."

"Interesting." Atsumu says.

"What?" You tilt your head, confused.

He places a hand on your chin, leaning in until your faces were inches apart. You face went red as a tomato but you didn't push him away. You had no idea why, though.

"Next time I have an official match, please come. When everyone shuts up, I'll be waiting for your words of encouragement." He smirks and pulls away, turning around to leave.

"Wh- And why do you think I would do that?!" You yell.

He waves. "Because you're amusing." You hear him say.

*

The cheer squad goes silent. Atsumu prepares to serve. But it seemed like he was waiting for something.

You knew you didn't have to do that what he asked. It would just feed his ego. Plus, being the only one yelling in a silent room was an embarrassing act itself.

But you had come here. To see him.

And honestly? You wanted to say something.

The 8 seconds were almost gone.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

"GO TO HELL! ATSUMUUU!"

You glance down to see his reaction.

He lifts the ball and serves it, a victory smile on his face.