Haikyuu x Reader

Bokuto Koutarou. Just Criss-Cross Things

There was a routine in the Bokuto household. The alarm went off promptly at 8:30 every morning and was snoozed with a tired groan until at least 8:45. Your boyfriend would roll over, slowly opening his eyes to give you a sleep smile. He'd plant his lips to yours, his upper half hovering slightly over your body, letting you run his fingers through his bedhead, knowing just how much you loved it when it sat softly against his forehead rather than styled into its normal spikes. He would whisper a gentle, "Good morning," voice still heavy from sleep, nuzzling his nose with yours. Those five minutes of soft morning affection were always his favorite part of the day.

But, he'd roll out of bed, remembering what time it was and that he only had an hour before he needed to get going. You would go make a pot of morning tea while he was in the bathroom, showering and going through his regular morning routine. It was rare when things were thrown out of balance, but no matter what, it always felt like your little world was crashing down around you. Sure, it sounded dramatic, but mornings tended to be rushed already. There was little room for error in the tightly knit schedule.

But when you heard Bokuto's heavy groan of frustration bubbling from his chest as you were pouring the steaming tea into two mugs, you weren't sure what was wrong, but you knew that it couldn't be good. You were already on your way to the bathroom to see what happened when he called out a loud, "Babe!"

Pushing the door open, you didn't know what you were expecting. But, Bokuto with half of his hair spiked up? That was not it. He just turned to look at you, puppy eyes filled with sadness. "I'm out of hair gel," he mutters, lips contorting into a pout as he shows you his empty container.

"I thought you went and got some yesterday, Kou?"

He see him shift awkwardly in his place, hand going to rub the back of his neck. "Well, you see, I was going to but then, you know that pet shop on the way to the store?"

"Oh, don't tell me you-"

"I wanted to play with bunnies and then, I just forgot!" He whines, voice filled with exasperation, throwing his hands up in frustration with his one-track mind. "But, now what am I supposed to do? I can't go out like this," he points to his hair disaster, "and if I leave it down, it gets in my eyes and I won't be able to concentrate on practice, because I keep having to push it back!"

You place a hand on his back and push him towards the shower. "Why don't you wash the gel out and we'll see what we can do, okay?"

"But, I already showered! I don't have time for another!"

"It's just your hair, baby. It'll take you five minutes."

Your boyfriend nods, not having any other solution to his current predicament. And you were right, in a matter of minutes, he was out of the shower, hair plastered down against his forehead as if it had never been gelled in the first place. Back in his clothes for practice, he sat up on the counter, furiously rubbing a towel against his hair while you rummaged through the cabinets, trying to find anything that could keep his hair out of his face. You could use hair spray, but it probably wouldn't be a strong enough hold. You had a thin elastic headband, but as much as he moved around, it would just fall off his head more than it would stay. Bobby pins? No, Bokuto would probably fidget with them like he always did when they were in your hair.

It's while he's watching you contemplate a solution that he has one of the best ideas he's ever had. He tugs on a strand of your hair to get your attention. "You know that criss-cross thing you do?"

"Criss-cross thing? What are you talking about, Kou?" You ask, looking up at him.

"You know, the thing with your hair. The criss-cross thing!" He shouts, hopping down from the counter in excitement, rummaging through a drawer. He knew that you kept them in here somewhere . . .