Haikyuu X Reader One-Shots

Miya Osamu - Strangers

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You sigh again as you stare at the waters of the river. You were feeling down and watching the everlasting motion of the waves always calmed you down.

"Would you please stop sighing? It's the fourth time you do that."

Eh?

You blink your eyes, startled, and get up. You look around and go around a tree, only to find a boy with grey hair leaning against it. He looks at you, a bit bored.

"Were you the one who spoke just now?" You ask.

"I was. I'm trying to relax and hear you sighing isn't helping."

Suddenly, you feel outraged and you place your hands on your hips. "Well, I didn't know you were here, okay? I'm so profoundly sorry for disrupting your precious time." You say sarcastically.

The boy watches you. "Are you okay?" He asks and you look at him, confused.

"What?"

"You don't seem well. Plus, all your sighs are pretty good signs that something isn't right."

"Well, why do you care?" You ask, suspicious.

"I don't." He shrugs and you narrow your eyes at him. "But I'm curious as to know why."

"Why would I even talk with you? I don't know you." You point out and the boy's corner lips turn up a bit.

"Isn't that perfect? You can tell all your worries and we'll never see each other again."

You consider his offer. The idea of confessing what going on in your mind to a stranger wasn't that appealing to you but you felt like you needed to let out what you were feeling.

"I thought you said you wanted to relax." You say.

"And I do. But I can do two things at the same thing, you know? It's an amazing skill." He gives you a grin and you eye him one last time before you sit next to him, leaving a comfortable distance between you both.

"I want to at least know your name." You ask as you look at him.

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of being strangers?"

"Just because I know your name doesn't mean that I know you."

He considers your words. "Miya Osamu. And yours?"

Miya Osamu? Where have I heard that name before?

"(L/N) (Y/N)."

"So, (L/N), tell me all about the reason you were sighing."

You stay silent for a few seconds before sighing. You notice that Osamu smiled at that and you smile a bit too.

"It's not that interesting, you know? Just the eternal drama everyone goes through." You take a deep breath as you watch the branches above your head. "The guy I like likes someone else."

"How do you know?"

You laugh but sounded almost as a sob. "Because I just saw him kissing a girl. So I suppose he's taken."

"It doesn't mean he likes her."

"He wouldn't just kiss a random girl!" You say, outraged as you throw daggers with your eyes to Osamu. He stared at your eyes, surprised with your words. "He's thoughtful and considerate and kind... if he was kissing her, then it is because he likes her."

"Not all guys are like that, you know?"

"I am aware. I hate those kind of guys."

"Why?"

"Because kissing someone should mean something. It's strange if it doesn't."

"Oh my God, you never kissed anyone before, did you?" Osamu starts laughing and you blush from embarrassment and anger.

"Stop laughing!" You say as you hit his arm. "What is the problem if I haven't?! I bet you are one of those guys who doesn't care who's kissing, aren't you?"

You start getting up, annoyed. You feel a hand on your wrist that pulls you down gently. You gaze at Osamu who had stopped laughing but wore a grin.

"I'm sorry for laughing at you, okay? But you're wrong. I haven't kissed anyone before either."

For some reason, his words made you blush. "Why?"

He shrugs. "I guess it's for the same reason as you."

Your eyes widen slightly and you decide to continue sitting next to him.

"It's in this moment that you say he's a loser for not liking me." You mumble.

"Why would I do that? I don't know you." He smiles provokingly. "You may be a terrible person."

You laugh at his statement. "Maybe I am. Who knows?" You say as you lean into the tree as well.

You two stay silent, appreciating the breeze and sunlight. But something was still bugging you and you focused on that until you remembered.

"Hey..." You start and Osamu turns his head to look at you. "Are you related to volleyball?"

Osamu seems surprised. "I am, I play at Inarizaki. Why?"

You smile, your eyes twinkling from the recognition. "I knew I had heard your name before! My younger brother is crazy about volleyball and he basically spends all the time practicing and seeing games. He is a huge fan of you, the Miya Twins!"

"Oh, that's good to here." He says and you could swear that he was smiling.

"Would you give me an autograph for him? Please?" You clap your hands together to emphasize the request.

Osamu looks at you, a bit surprised. "Sure."

You search your bag. "I don't have neither paper nor a pen." You stare helplessly at the bag before you get an idea and you turn to him.

"What about a selfie? I bet he will be so jealous!" Your eyes showed your hope.

You didn't know that he didn't like taking photographs at all. But as he about to refuse, something about your expression made him halt.

"...Sure, why not?"

You smile brightly and take out your phone, getting into a position closer to him.

*

After you brother almost worshipped you as a goddess for taking a picture with one of his idols, you plop onto the couch, looking at the picture.

It was a nice one. You were smiling, your expression happy. And Osamu... well, he actually seemed to be enjoying himself. The corners of his lips were turned slightly up and his eyes seemed content.

You suddenly notice that you had been staring at his face for way too long.

"Isn't that perfect? You can tell all your worries and we'll never see each other again."

You knew he said that but...

I want to see him again.

*

You were not expecting anything. You were just going to take a walk in the park, nothing more. At least, that was what you were telling yourself.

You go around the tree, you heart beating fast from anticipation, and, when you eyes land on the familiar boy leaning against it, you couldn't' help but smile.

Osamu glances at you and this time, he smiled. Not a grin or a smirk. A smile.

You sit beside him.

"My brother got really jealous over the picture."