haikyuu snippets

play pretend ;; haiba l.

inspiration - i wanted free food and didn't get it so i daydreamed instead. this is the outcome.

this is actually wholesome as shit, not smut.

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"Are you... sure this will work?" Lev asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," you replied, "now fix your tie before I do it myself."

Lev stopped right in front of the double-doors, looking down at you. A childish grin spread across his face as he let out a small, nervous laugh. "Reach for it."

He yelped as you yanked him down to your height by the dark green tie he wore, somehow managing to look more anxious than he already was as he could only stare down at you as you straightened his tie. He didn't dare to move, thanking the stars above that no one had to enter or leave the restaurant while the both of you barricaded the doors.

One evaluation and double-take later, you dubbed Lev fit to enter the establishment and pulled open the doors. He fiddled with his tie, not enough to demolish your hard work but almost as if to figure out how you did it, investigating it as if it were a foreign object in his hands.

The second he heard the hostess' voice, Lev jumped like a startled cat and stiffened. He was trying his best not to look nervous, but the comedically large beads of sweat that were starting to dot his forehead did little to hide the fact that his moral dilemma was consuming him.

Knowing that he would crack under the pressure, you took the lead, explaining to the woman that you were under the Haiba reservation. If the tiny hostess who led you to your table didn't look so intimidated by Lev's towering height, she probably would have suspected the worst from how anxious he looked.

This specific restaurant was the talk of the town, its grand opening barely a week prior. Booking reservations was hard enough, but the cost of meals was an opponent all in its own. It was an extravagant establishment with an unwritten formal dress code and, somehow, four-to-five-star reviews galore.

When Lev told you that he miraculously booked a reservation to such a place, he failed to realize just how expensive simply eating there would be. With plenty of time to plan ahead, the two of you devised a plan to get a free meal-- or at least try to. A discount was at least what you, and your wallet, were hoping for.

As you swept your gaze upon the large dining area, you had no idea how in the hell your dork of a boyfriend managed to make a reservation in such a crowded restaurant. A few loud parties were scattered throughout the room, a man barely escaping the blind spot of a waitress with a tray full of empty wine glasses on one arm.

Now at your seat with your diabolical plan being the only thing that rang in your head alongside the ambience of the restaurant, all you had to do was trust Lev and play pretend.

After a dangerously expensive meal (you didn't even try to look at the prices on the menu), you tapped your fingers on the table in the basic, swift order from index finger to pinkie, twice. Only when you did this a third time did Lev realize what you were doing. The man across the table looked down at his lap, fumbling with his hands where you couldn't see them.

Knocking a clumsy knee against the table, the lanky man stood up from his seat and dropped to one knee, holding the ring he borrowed from Alisa up for you to see, such a tiny object in his massive hands. "Marry me!- will you?" He tripped over his words.

"Yes!" You announced your answer, making sure that you were loud enough. Several tables nearby noticed and started clapping for what they thought was a new married couple, a few whistles even called from various spots in the restaurant. You let Lev's clammy hands envelop yours as he put the ring on your dominant hand, and just to play it safe, you let a few false tears fall as you admired the ring, watching the light show the diamonds gave off as they reflected the fluorescents of the room. Lev was still obviously scared that the plan wouldn't work, but his anxiousness only added to the effect to make it a more believable proposal.

Only mere minutes later, your waiter returned with a complimentary dessert and a congratulation to the newly engaged couple. Your plan was a complete success when he also told you and Lev that your meals were free, especially since you were the first couple to have a proposal at the brand-new restaurant.

After an eternity, you had escaped the divine labyrinth with a full stomach and a dessert to-go, hand-in-hand with your fake fiance. You couldn't help but let your humor get the best of you on the walk to your car. "They fucking bought that!" You cackled. Whatever guilt you felt for such a terrible plan was overshadowed by the exquisite feast and the priceless expressions Lev held.

Speaking of Lev's expressions, you looked up after your fit of laughter to find that he, for once, was completely silent. His lips were curved up and molded into a small yet goofy smile.

His silence couldn't help but make you question him. "What's wrong?" He blinked, shifting his gaze from dead ahead, down to your place as you walked beside him. You could feel his giant fingers shifting to trace the ring that you still wore.

"I hope I really get to marry you one day, tiger."