Haikyuu x Reader!

Tenma x Reader : keychain

// reminder! I posted something on my Instagram! @/wavesofkishiko; It's very important because that's how you can file requests! Atm, I need some :') //

"What do you think happened to Tenma?" You asked Saeko, your best friend. "I'm not sure, but for all I know, he's not playing volleyball anymore," Saeko said. "Oh, I just remembered that day... he was a weird dude I'm not gonna lie." You told Saeko. "Well, kind of," Saeko goes in more in-depth about how he was and how he acted. But you, you just drifted off. You thought and remembered that day.

"Hey! Y/n, want some milk?" Saeko asked putting the coin in the hole. "Yeah, sure. These guys play well!" You said giving her your coin. As Saeko placed the coin and awaited the milk carton to fall-out, Tenma approached you two. "Saeko." You whispered, quite intimidated. "Uhuh," As Saeko turned around, Tenma ad banged his head on the locker. Your intimidated face turned to a quick face of shock. You were about to ask if he was alright until he gave you a gaze that gave you the chills. He ran out the door and left you two to figure it out. "S-Saeko..." You looked at her. She nudged your shoulder. "If he gave me that stare I'd fall in love with him! He likes youu~" Saeko teased you.

Boom. Saeko flicked your forehead. "You. Are you listening?" Saeko asked. You've been turned back to the real world, not memories. "Wah, I think I drifted off," You rubbed the back of your head. "Yeah but, as I was saying he wasn't as weird as you thought he was. Probably got benched by his coach, so normal behavior." Saeko said with her many hand gestures. "Yeah, probably." You looked out the bakery's window. "Oh yeah! I remember teasing you because I thought he liked you!" Saeko laughed. You waved your arms. "No way! I mean! No!" You blushed and blushed. Saeko just smirked at you. "I know you like him~" She teased you once more. "That was high-school! U-Uh I dint even know his number!" You panicked some more. She just hummed back. "I'm..going to get the bill." You said nervously. You waved your hand in the air, trying to get the waiter's attention. The waiter rushed over to you and handed you the bill. You and Saeko split the bill. You two packed up and left the bakery.

"So... I was thinking, we meet up later? I have to go to the salon to re-dye my hair." Saeko said touching her locks. "Oh, well, sure! I'm just heading back to our apartment so no worries!" You said.

You two said your goodbyes and parted ways. You swung your bag on your shoulder and got ready to call a cab. "Taxi," you waved your hand in front of some taxi's and got one to stop.

"Hello Sir, may I have a ride?" You asked through the taxi window. "Sure, if you don't mind having another passenger." He said. "Alright, thank you." You hopped in the car and saw your co-passenger. You didn't sit in the front because that would be awkward, so you picked the back seat. But one of the backseat chairs were occupied, by a guy.

A guy with long hair, quite shaggy may I add. He wore a sweatshirt and jogging pants. You looked at the guy and he looked back. You quickly looked out the window. You saw the pretty lights and the scenery was just inviting. "Uh," the shaggy guy got you to break your neck. By that I mean, deeply stare at him. "Y-yes," You answered. "...did you go to karasuno high school, kinda weird to ask but you seem familiar," He said. "No! Not weird at all," You smiled weirdly. "Yeah, I did go to Karasuno..do I know you?" You asked. You did say it wasn't weird but in all honesty, yeah, t' was weird.  He shot you the gaze, not that scary, intimidating gaze, but a small smile. "Tenma... Tenma Udai, d'ya remember me?" He asked you. "Tenma! Oh, T-Tenma..yeah! I do, L/n Y/n!" You smiled as well. "Oh, I remember you. How could I forget," Before he could finish, the taxi driver stopped and said, "I'm here to bring people home but, if yall wanna date go for it, I'm Cupid for this ride. By the way, Tenma-san, we're here." He left the car without one more word and paid the driver. It was like you were the prince and he was Cinderella, the only form of evidence or something to remember him by was the driver. Hopefully, Mr. Driver is nice enough to give me his credentials.