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Haikyuu x Reader Oneshot!

(this is my first mini fic but trust I WILL be locking in.)

001 - Bokuto Koutaro x Reader “{Cliche}”

Valentine’s Day was just like any other day. At least to Y/N. They didn’t seem entirely too interested in the romantic semantics and it irritated them to see so many people gushing over meaningless gifts. That was until a forward, white haired with black frosted tips boy approached them with a simple bouquet of flowers and a minimalistic box of chocolates.

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Fukurodani High School - 10:30 A.M.

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Bokuto took a meaningful step forward to force Y/N to accept his chocolate and flowers. It was Valentines Day. Or, Love Day as some might call it. He stopped her in the hallway after spotting her coincidentally heading in the opposite direction from where he was going. “Please, take them?” He was aware of their growing distaste for the holiday, although he couldn’t help it.She hardly spoke to anyone in school, and it bugged him that she was so...distant from her peers. Bokuto’s hands hovered below Y/N’s after she held the two gifts in her hands with an irrtated expression. He seemed awfully proud of himself so he put his hands on his hips and smiled. Bokuto has been plotting on Y/N since the day he saw her at one of his games but for some reason she always shut him down before he got the chance to speak to her. Today was his chance to make his big move. “How would YOUU like to join me for a nice night out? I’m sure you aren’t doing much, are ya?” He asked. Y/N looked up at him like he was crazy. What the hell was going on? She never got asked out. It was too sketchy to believe.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You can drop the act,” she instructed him. He seemed visibly offended, or at least trying to mock the feeling with his express. Y/N just didn’t believe for one second he was doing this out of the pure goodness of his heart. It was probably a dare or something. Students at their school messed with her like that a lot so she found this hard to believe.

“What are you talking about? I’m asking you out here,” Bokuto raised his hands as if that would make him sound more convincing. This girl was stubborn for no reason at all. She had tough wall up that he suddenly made his internal mission to break down, no matter what. He wasn’t sure why she was so guarded and hard headed and it sort of made him pity her. Realizing she barely had friends was what made those feelings rise in him. (Why’s he clocking your tea..).

Y/N took a step forward and shoved Bokuto his gifts back to which he grunted as they hit his chest. She gave him an annoyed look and pulled her phone out. She expected nothing but a stupid prank, but still some part of her wanted to go along with it and see where it would lead.

Bokuto interrupted with a murmur and he pulled his own phone out. “Give me yours,” he only did this because he knew she wasn’t going to text him first, so he would be the one to do it. She recited her number and he typed away with a concentrated expression on his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes and shoved her phone back in her pocket. She wasn’t interested in the gifts, and that much was clear when she attempted to walk away. Bokuto stepped in front of her and smiled like a stupid idiot. “Ah, ah! Your things!” He gave her the bouquet and box of chocolates before watching her storm off with them in her arms. Cute.

When the school day finally ended, Bokuto made sure to shoot Y/N a text. Practice was cancelled today since most of the guys had dates to go on tonight and excitingly, so did Bokuto.

BIG B, (mb) �� Hey, it’s Bokuto! 😊

Y/N aka nonchalant dreadhead — hey

BIG B — Soo how were the rest of your classes? Did anyone ask you who the handsome lucky guy was that gave you that stuff?

Y/N aka nonchalant dreadhead — no what do you want 😭

BIG B — Well we’re going out later so I wanted to make sure I had the address so I know where I’m going! 😂😂😘

Y/N aka nonchalant dreadhead — WHAT?

Bokuto

I never agreed to anything

I’m not going

Read 6:51 PM

Was he serious? Y/N didn’t want to act all stupid and get her hopes up for no reason. She was torn between just blocking him and ignoring him, or sending him her address to see if he’d actually show up or not. In a way, she wanted to believe he was pranking her. Things like this didn’t just come to her out of the blue.

Big B — So,the address?

Y/N threw her head back and groaned. There was no way she was doing this right now. She began typing in her address in the chatbox her thumbs hovered for so long over. “I swear if he playing a prank on me, I’ll kill him.” She mumbled to herself while setting the phone down on her desk and getting up to get dressed. What does one even wear on a “date”. She’d never been on one. Y/N sighed and put on casual clothing. She wore a fitted crop top with high waisted jeans, white sneakers, and minimalist jewelry with a light jacket to keep it comfortable.

For some reason, she went to check her phone and she saw a few new messages from Bokuto. Y/N hadn’t saved his number yet so she almost thought it was someone else until she clicked on the message.

bokuto — on my way!

bokuto — Lots of traffic, I’m gonna die on this highway.

bokuto — 5 minutes!

With another one of her notorious eye rolls, she snatched her phone and stuffed it into her pocket, gathering a few of her things she needed. Lipgloss and a charger were some of them for example. She put them in a small little purse when she heard a knock at her door. Y/N’s denial set in and she took her purse with her to the door. When she opened it, there he was, all dressed up and spiffy looking. (Hehe I love that word)

“Y/N!” Bokuto spoke with an excited tone of voice, although he seemed nervous as he adjusted hit clothing in less than a minute. “All ready to go?” He asked her with a head tilt, offering his hand to her as he watched her step out of her house and close the door behind her.

Y/N just nodded, but didn’t take his hand. He noticed that and just gestured for him to follow her. Bokuto waddled over to the passsenger door and held it open with a grin on his face. “After you, ma’am,” He cooed, a teasing vibe to his smooth but excited voice. Y/N scoffed and she murmured a ‘thanks’ before getting in his car. He practically ran to the other side and entered the driver’s seat with a happy sigh.

“You don’t gotta lock your door?” Bokuto asked Y/N, to which she just shook her head.

“No, it has a smart lock,” Y/N replied as she smoothed down her outfit and reached over to grab her seatbelt. Once it clicked in place, Bokuto grabbed the gear shift and started to reverse. He hummed in response and nodded. “Ouuhh, fancy.” Finally, they were on the road. The silence between them was awkward enough, but the radio played in the background.

“So where are we going..?” Y/N questioned.

“Arcade!” He cried, glancing at her for a reaction. How cliche.