#and i know that's not an acorn emoji but close enough lol

[milkybunbuns]

↳ in which a strange girl orders her food delivered from onigiri miya just moments before closing time

w/c: 875

warnings: haikyuu time skip!

a/n: okay okay forgive me, this isn’t a complete fic, its just I’m on hiatus and I’ve had this in my drafts for so long but I can’t be bothered to finish it lol! so for your enjoyment, here’s what i have written

Miya Osamu was a hard working man and watched as the last customer left his shop. He prepared to clean up, grabbing a wet cloth and wiping each and every table down which sometimes had left over crumbs on it. A ring from the work phone on the counter surprised him. There was still a minute left before closing hours, who could be calling him? Sighing, he picked up the phone.

“Hello? Onigiri Miya, how can I help you?”

A hushed voice responded, “Yes, I’d like your daily special and green tea delivered to Acorn Potato Oof Park, by the blue bench please,” the woman’s voice had set alarm bells ringing in his head, not only that, who in the right mind would order to a park. Yet, who was he to judge, after seeing just what his brother could do.

“Right, your food will be delivered there shortly. Thank you,” before whoever was on the other side, he hung up, opening his mouth to call for Armin, who delivered food around, only to realise that he had already sent all the workers home. It looked like he’d have to the delivery himself. Checking the time, he realised that he didn’t have time to make a fresh onigiri, opting to just get a pre-made one instead. He had made a few of the daily specials to be served, yet not all of them were sold. The green tea was quickly made, then everything dumped into a small take away container and a cup.

Upon arrival at the park, Miya Osamu couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. The park was strangely empty and also dark. There was only one place lit up, the lamp post above the blue bench. A quick scan showed that the customer was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps this was just a trick, it was already suspicious enough that they had called just before closing hours. He put his guard up at the mere sound of a rustle, ready to attack, except a cat came out. Maybe he was being a bit paranoid, the voice sounded like it belonged to some old creep. Yet, he was sure he could defend himself, years of volleyball practice couldn’t go to waste obviously.

Just then, he noticed a girl, jogging down the footpath, clad in a thick long jacket with fur at the top, cheeks a slight rosy red and puffing out smoke. She also wore a red plaid scarf, jeans/pants and some sneakers, holding onto her phone tightly so as to not drop it. Could that be the one who ordered? There was no way, he was sure her voice couldn’t sound like that.

“Thank you for the food also I’m sorry for the really late order, it’s just-”

She was abruptly cut off, “It’s fine. Enjoy your food,” he handed her the bag of food, in exchange for the various noted and coins the girl held in her hands.

“Okay, then enjoy your night sir!”

“You too.”

On his way back to his car, he counted the money closely. There sure was enough, even a tip of $20 and a sheet of folded paper. On the small slightly crumbled paper it read, ‘Hi Mr Delivery Man! Your food is absolutely delicious and I am so in love with it! I was wondering if you’d like to be friends, I mean, sure you obviously don’t want to befriend some random you’ve never met before, but if you’re interested, here’s my number! #### ### ### I promise you’ll be seeing me a lot more, so don’t worry.’

Quite frankly, Osamu was quite concerned with the last line. What on Earth did she mean by he would see her a lot more. After a bit of thinking, he had only concluded that she would be trying to become a worker at Onigiri Miya. Probably just a heads up.

He was clearly wrong, when the orders from the same girl, who he had come to learn as L/n Y/n kept coming in, same time, same order every single day. Over the short interactions they would have at the same blue bench, they had learnt to know each other quite well. So that’s when Osamu grew the courage to text her. Grabbing the sheet of very crumbled paper now, from his pockets, he typed the number into his phone.

‘Hello, is this L/n?”

Almost immediately, he was met with a response, featuring a wide variety of emojis, ‘Hi! I’m guessing you’re Mr Delivery Man! ☺💕💖’

‘I told you not to call me that. Just Osamu would be fine. Anyways, would you like to meet up at Woodland Carrot Amazing Park, tomorrow at 3? It’s a public holiday.’

‘Oh yeah, of course I’d like to meet up :) I heard from Atsumu that’s where you used to spend a lot of your time’

‘You know that piece of trash?’

‘Yeah, I heard about him through Kita. Actually, that’s how I heard about you too!!’

‘Right, that makes sense.’

‘So, I guess I’ll be seeing you at 3 am tomorrow. Good night!! 😊💕💗🥺🥺

‘I meant 3 pm you know.’

‘Of course I do! Who do you take me for, a fool?’

‘No. Okay then, goodnight to you too.’