boundless | haikyuu!! x male reader oneshots

│ tanaka ryunosuke│

Soulmates were kinda bullshit. This is exactly what (Y/N) lived by.

Who cared if you had a perfect other half that would perfectly compliment you in every way? Just find someone you don't entirely hate, marry them to get your parents to stop complaining, and then adopt a dog and a kid. Then die.

And well, of course, before all of that, play some volleyball.

Speaking of volleyball...

"It's time for volleyball!" Lev shouted, spinning around in a circle.

"Why is he so hyper?" (Y/N) asked beside Kuroo, leaning forward on his feet to eye Lev suspiciously.

"'Cause Kenma's hyper."

(Y/N) slowly looked at Kenma who was sitting on one of their benches, shoulders slouched as always as he stared blankly at the gymnasium flooring. "...Right."

Kuroo's lips stretched into a suspiciously large grin as he wrapped an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders. He tugged him closer, and (Y/N) let him, but not without giving him a side-eye.

"(Y/N), what if you meet your soulmate today?"

"Why would I?"

"The fortune cookie said so?" Kuroo frowned in confusion, giving (Y/N) an incredulous look. "Do you not believe in fortune cookies?"

"No? It's just paper," (Y/N) said, ducking out from under Kuroo's arm. Kuroo moved his arm back frictionlessly with a pout.

"Hmm... I bet you don't believe in soulmates either."

"I do. It's just kinda... overrated?" (Y/N) searched for the right word, sighing and tilting his head back. He counted the lights on the ceiling. "I dunno. I'm kinda scared me and my soulmate won't get along."

"Oh, I see," Kuroo said, most likely striking a pose. (Y/N) refused to look at him in case he was. "Well, listen, if you don't get along, it'll be okay."

"How?"

"There'll always be someone else!"

(Y/N) gave him a suspicious look but said nothing else. Karasuno had just arrived and he was not willing to get into a debate with Kuroo.

The team walked in, and (Y/N) quickly looked over them before focusing on one in particular.

There were multiple times (Y/N) could remember having a stinging cheek, as if he had been slapped on the cheek by a gorgeous woman. He had an itching suspicion this bald headed loser was why.  

"Look at these pathetic city boys." Tanaka cracked his knuckles. "Let's take 'em down."

"Wow," (Y/N) said. "He looks very stupid."

Tanaka's head whipped creepily at him. "What did you just say?!"

"Tanaka, for the love of god, stop!"

The game started a little after that, (Y/N) being forced to participate.

This was not a good day, he thought as he failed to block yet another ball.

The first game ended, and (Y/N) happily went over to get a drink from their manager.

"Could you stop staring at me?" (Y/N) snapped out without even looking towards Tanaka. The Karasuno player flinched and looked away, while another shoved him forward.

"I think your hair is ridiculous," Tanaka said once he was shoved forwards again. (Y/N)'s stare hardened into a glare.

"Is that so?"

"Yes." Tanaka nodded. "The only reason we lost was because I was so distracted by your hair."

(Y/N) went to raise a hand up to the top of his head before shoving his hand back down. "You're an idiot."

"No, you're an idiot!"

What... what was this guy doing? (Y/N) squinted at him. He had the undeniable urge to get under Tanaka's skin and he knew what just to say.

"Oh. I see. You wanna kiss me so bad, don't you?" (Y/N) laughed. "You like me, is that what all this is about? That's why you were staring at me the whole time, obviously—" Tanaka scowled, stepped forward, and stomped right on his foot.

There was a moment of stillness, of complete utter shock, before suddenly the two of the them were scrambling away and hopping on one foot with pained shouts.

"What just happened?" Sugawara watched, bemused. "Why is Tanaka...? Did stomping on him really hurt for some reason?"

"I think you know why," Tsukishima sighed to the ceiling, trying to ignore the sudden screaming and the shocked hush of both the Nekoma and Karasuno team. "The bottom of his foot doesn't hurt. The top of it does."

"Oh," Sugawara murmured before, "Oh."

"Holy shit!" Kuroo cackled to the utter dismay of (Y/N) who still clutched at his foot while glaring at Tanaka across the gym. "You–you—"

Kenma sent a vicious glare to (Y/N). "Tell your soulmate to shut up."

(Y/N) looked over to Tanaka who was somehow being more obnoxious than Kuroo's laughter.

"I've found my soulmate!" Tanaka shouted victoriously at the top of his lungs, fists raised in the air.

"Yeah, your soulmate who's hair is apparently ugly," (Y/N) muttered, lowering his foot to the ground so he could cross his arms.

Tanaka froze, looking over at (Y/N) with an apologetic look.

"Your flirting sucks." (Y/N) let him off the hook but still squinted his eyes judgementally. "Like, really? Stomping on my foot? I guess I'll just have to teach you how to really flirt then."

Tanaka's face slowly started to flush bright red and that was enough for (Y/N). Maybe he could believe that soulmates were, in fact, not kinda bullshit.

(Y/N) could not wait to get this man into a closet and kiss him to death.