Haikyuu x Reader

Sakusa Kiyoomi - It's a Match

"Atsumu, I am not making a Tinder profile."

"Come on! We all have it, Omi."

"Yeah, and you're all still single."

But no matter how much Sakusa objected, Atsumu just wouldn't take the hint and wouldn't give up until that dreaded little app was installed onto Sakusa's phone and his profile was complete.

"So I just swipe?"

"Yeah. So what about them? Do you think they're cute?"

"Not really."

"Then swipe left. If you're into them, swipe right," Atsumu explained, watching Sakusa's constant left swipes as each profile appeared on his screen. "You know, it's not going to work if you don't swipe right on anyone."

"I haven't liked any of them yet."

"You just swiped left on that smokin' hot blonde!"

"Did you see her kitchen in the back? It was disgusting."

In his first thirty minutes of swiping, Sakusa only found one person that he deemed to be suitable for a right swipe and as soon as his finger slipped across the screen, those fateful words popped up on his screen. It's a match!

"Message them!"

"What do I even say?"

"I don't know. Just say hi."

"Now I know why you're still single."

But it all led him to his current situation, the afternoon sun streaming in from the large bay window at the coffee shop you had suggested, constantly checking the time on his phone as if that would bring you through the door any faster. His cup of coffee sat in front of him untouched, sugar packets still sitting on the saucer waiting to be added. Every time the chime above the door made that soft twinkle that alerted the staff of a new customer, Sakusa would pull his eyes away from his phone, in hopes that his only Tinder match would walk through the door.

It was 3:02. You were now two minutes late and all Sakusa could do was slump down in his seat, wondering if he should message you to make sure that you were okay, to see if you were still coming. But, rather he just placed his phone back down on the table, choosing to stare out the window instead of watching the digits on his phone screen tick higher and higher with each passing minute.

"Excuse me?" It was already 3:07 when that voice tore him out of his mindless stupor, dark eyes turning to meet the person who had spoken. "Are you Sakusa?"

He simply nodded, watching your lips turn up into a smile as you breathed a short sigh of relief, sitting down in the chair across from him. "You're Y/N?"

You nod simply, holding your hand out to shake his, but when the man makes no move to reach for your hand, choosing rather to just stare at it in disgust, you let it fall back to the table awkwardly. "I'm so sorry for running late. It's been a mess of an afternoon. I had to run back to my apartment for a quick outfit change. I had snagged my sweater real bad and I-" A tiny laugh escapes you, eyes moving down towards the table. "Sorry. That doesn't matter. It's nice to finally meet you in person! Talking online has been great and all, but it's really great to finally see you instead of your profile picture." Sakusa stayed silent, only thinking to nod in answer, letting the quiet between you thicken the awkwardness between you with each passing moment, but you cleared your throat, hand tapping against the edge of the table as if that would suddenly evoke some sort of message from him. "So, your profile said that you liked volleyball? Do you play?"