Fired Up - Haikyuu One Shots

Soft Lips

Soft Lips
Kiyoyachi and Kagehina

This isn't a new one shot. I'm just transferring it to my one shot book and deleting the original.

I still quite like this one since its the second fanfic I've ever written from like 2017 and it probably started me off on my crack writing ways lmfao.

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It came to her like a fresh breath of air, the taste of sugar on the tongue, the smell of spring in the air, the feeling of opening a new book and the transformation from dirty to clean.

But...er maybe Yachi wasn't so clean after all.

Perhaps even a bit dirty... okay a lot dirty. Because it wasn't her fault that her heart was beating like the song Africa by Toto. It wasn't her fault that her company had set up a meeting with clients that looked like...like that!

Standing outside the glass doors of the conference room were two people. A man and a woman.

The woman was tall, professional and sleek looking, with cut cheek bones, long black silky hair tucked into a bun and a black pencil skirt accompanied by a blue blouse and black heels.

In fact, it was entirely unfair. What was also unfair was that Yachi was so god damn gay holy shit please let her see her way throughout this meeting without dying as her soul floated towards heaven with AmazingGrace playing on a harp in the background and-

"Hitoka" Hinata clapped twice infront of Yachis face, forcing her to snap out of her daydream.

"You okay?" He asked, worriedly.

She flashed him a smile and stretched her arms above her head.

"I'm okay. Just...tired" she hummed. Her eyes drifted slowly back to the woman who was talking with her boss.

"Okay well while your over here doing youtube tutorial morning yoga stretches, I'll be looking at hottie 12:00 oclock" Hinata wiggled his eyebrows and adjusted the sides of his red suit.

"I know. She looks like a model cut out of a vogue magazine" Yachi whined, resting her chin on her palm.

Hinata snorted distastefully.

"That wench? I'm talking about black suit over there. Daddy likey" Hinata licked his lips.

Yachi eyes darted to look at the woman's co worker.

He had black straight hair, an even darker black suit. With his posture it looked like he constantly had a stick up his ass.

"Gross" she spat, sticking out her tongue.

Hinata assumed Yachis position with chin in hand as his eyes glazed over the man.

"Look at those eyes. They look like they could hold a thousand stars in them, they look like the ocean on a cold night. I'm literally fucking drowning in them. Save me" Hinata ranted.

"Oh my god they're coming. Tuck your boner away" Hitoka gasped, grabbing his sleeve.

"I DON'T HAVE A BONER" Hinata yelled.

Oh and that did it.

"HINATA. O-ONE OF OUR BEST PITCHERS" Daichi stumbled over his words, rubbing the back of his neck as the woman and man looked in shock at the two sitting at the table