The Queen [Haikyuu!! Captains X Reader]

Chapter Twelve

You left Kuroo's bedroom, wearing a large T-shirt that he let you keep. Kuroo usually sleeps on the living room couch or the couch in his bedroom, but mostly the living room couch. You know that him and Oikawa went off to the police station as well as Bokuto and the only reason you know is because those three are so loud. You stepped in the living room, hearing nothing, but silence.

"Good morning, [Last Name]!"

You let out a scream, looking over to the source of the voice and seeing Daichi. He looked quite panicked from your scream, but you let out a sigh of relief. "Sorry, y-you just scared me is all. A-Ah, good morning."

"Would you like something to drink during this beautiful morning?" Daichi asked, you looked over to the sliding glass door and noticed the bright day outside. You nodded your head, sitting down on the couch.

"Green tea, p-please," you answered, Daichi let out a hum and went back into the kitchen. You're still a little jumpy around him, but overall you know he's a good guy from how Kuroo talks of him. You decided to make a conversation with him and you went to the dining table near the kitchen.

"I'm not much of a tea guy, but Ushijima is," Daichi chuckled, you noticed the open cabinet and seeing multiple boxes with different types of tea. You smiled to yourself, thinking that Ushijima was more of a man who takes his coffee black while Daichi is the tea man, but you guessed you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. "He's actually in his room doing work."

Daichi stood by the stove, making pancakes and you observed him. You ponder what job he has in the police station and what made him want to join the force. You want to ask him the questions, but you don't want to annoy him. Daichi placed the cup of tea in front of you, you muttered him a thank you and he gave you a bright smile.

"If you're wondering, but it's probably obvious, Kuroo and Oikawa are detectives, Bokuto is swat team officer, Ushijima is a crime scene investigator, and I have the most lamest job, a police officer," Daichi explained, you frowned at that.

Being a police officer could be dangerous, but there's ups and downs to it. Like there's some police officers who are corrupt and there's some who want to do good.

"I-I don't think that's lame," you mumbled, Daichi turning off the stove and he turned to face you. He stared at you with wide eyes and you avoided his gaze by looking down at your cup. "I-I mean, police officers risk their lives and can be killed in duty. A-A lot of police officers don't get enough appreciation, but I think being a police officer is cool. Saving people isn't what I saw a-a lot." 

"T-Thank you, [Last Name]," Daichi stuttered, a blush coating his cheeks. You took a sip of your drink, Daichi letting out a cough and he walked passed you. "I-I'll get Ushijima to join us for breakfast."

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You sat in the living room, staring out the sliding glass door and remembering all the few good times with Osamu. You felt bad a little, knowing that he must be freaking out that you escaped and probably punishing someone. He must hate you for leaving, but you needed to leave. You know he's going to show up one day and probably take you by force.

You didn't notice Ushijima walk past the living room to the kitchen. He glanced at you, sitting down at the dining table and his gaze staring at the back of your head. "Something the matter?" You jumped, looking behind you to see Ushijima glance at you then back at what he's doing.

"O-Oh, no. Just zoning out," you confessed, Ushijima writing on some paper.

"Do you know what job I do, [Last Name]?" Ushijima asked, you nodded your head and Ushijima's face remained neutral. "Do you know what it means?" You shook your head, getting a little quiet laugh from Ushijima. "Well, it's basically I spend my whole job in processing crime scenes. Like, I collect and examine things that were found in a crime scene for example a murder scene. If the suspect left behind a gun, I'd collect it and examine it in the lab back at the station and possible finger prints, hair, or fiber to identify the suspect."

"I-Isn't that stressful?" You inquired, tilting your head and raising an eyebrow.

"Of course," Ushijima chuckled, a smile forming on his lips. "I was the one to investigate your crime scene when you were kidnapped, but all I could find was your hair." You looked down in sadness, knowing that they might have given up on finding you. "Ah, don't look so depressed, I kept your files in case something came up, but I didn't have any leads."

You nodded your head, Ushijima went back to his work and you laid down on the couch. Ushijima stood up, disappearing down the hallway and to his bedroom. You didn't hear his bedroom door open or close, Ushijima came back in the living room and turned on the TV. He sat down at the end of the couch, watching a documentary on Killer Whales.

"D-Do you like whales?" You questioned, your eyes glued to the TV screen.

"Yeah. I've always wanted to see one up close, but never had the chance to," Ushijima explained, you nodded your head. Secretly, you're in love with whales. You don't know why you're obsess with them, but you always wanted to touch a whale. It's your dream to.

"I love whales, but never had a-a chance to see one t-too," you added, Ushijima smiled to himself. Maybe once you get your life situated, you'll go whale watching to see one or at least touch one. Sure, you raised a baby lion, but you've always loved whales.

"How about one day when I'm free of work, we'll both go whale watching together," Ushijima said, smiling at you and you nodded your head, a  small smile on your face. Ushijima chuckled, seeing the excited look in your eyes when he said that. You couldn't wait to see a whale. You love whales. Whales are the best. The author will stop with the whales even though she's absolutely obsess with whales.