Haikyuu Oneshots And Theories

Unfair -{Kyouhaba}

No matter their opinion on Aobo Josai as a team, everyone who had seen them admitted their setters were very good-looking to the point it seemed unfair. Oikawa Tooru was already a god in mortal form, according to any girl, and Yahaba was dreamy with eyes that anyone could lose themself in.

That wasn't even the best part of him. His hair was soft and the colour complimented his complexion perfectly. Even the dumb, swishy style of it looked incredible. His smile was enough to make any girl faint and his laugh was pure, even when it was cruel. His nose was cute and small, his voice was hypnotizing and his behaviour just seemed perfect. Kyoutani hated him for it.

Actually, he didn't. He liked him for it. That was the worst part. Because Yahaba may seem like a godsend but he was shallow and fake. Kyoutani had known that since their first year when he was the one to catch Yahaba dating two girls at once. The school had never found out and it just didn't seem fair.

Kyoutani had spent what felt like years promising himself that his attraction to Yahaba was purely physical and that was okay. Loads of people wanted to fuck Yahaba, so what if he did too, sometimes? It would never go any deeper than that.

But then there was the day he returned to practise in the second year, after bunking. It was the first time Yahaba's' shallowness seemed to not be there, when he was about to scold him, only to get interrupted by Oikawa. In the moment, Kyoutani had forgotten all about it but, that night, he had remembered the genuine annoyance in Yahaba's' beautiful eyes and the furious growl in his melodic voice.

He had tried to force those thoughts from his head instantly. At practice, he'd knock Yahaba over, or push him around 'accidentally'. However, that didn't work. All it did was make him fall deeper because Yahaba would look up at him from the floor in adorable surprise, like a dog wondering why it wasn't getting a cuddle, or Yahaba would jump away in shock, turning to look at Kyoutani with a slightly nervous look on his face. It was funny how Yahaba seemed a little scared of him.

Kyoutani even decided to use that fear against him, letting Yahaba know that these small acts of aggression weren't accidental,  by smirking or glaring at him. One time he even snarled a little, and almost blushed at Yahaba's' shy squeak. He hated to admit it, but the more he tried to force Yahaba away, the more he fell for the shallow boy.

 But the moment he was well and truly deep, was that volleyball match. That moment. Yahaba finally having enough. Yahaba finally showing his real feelings. Earlier, Kyoutani had gotten pissed that he tried to hit on Karasuno's' extra manager and he had silently been brewing in anger, but that had made him forget it all. Because the look Yahaba gave him had him whipped.

On the bus home, Kyoutani knew he was staring. He often did glance at Yahaba too much, but that day was different. He couldn't look away. How could he? It was unfair. He knew Yahaba didn't give a fuck about him, so he shouldn't be allowed to run around in his head like that.

When he fell asleep on the bus back, he even had a dream of Yahaba. They were sitting on top or a grassy hill, with Yahaba laying in his lap, calling Kyoutani by his given name softly. When one of the third years tried to wake him up, Kyoutani tried hard to ignore them, wishing to stay in that happy universe, where he had Yahaba and Yahaba had him. Not like that would happen in real life. At least, that was what he thought.

It turned out that his third year would be the year to finally put his troubles to rest.

"Kyoutani?" A voice piped up from behind him as he began to leave the dark locker room and he turned around with a grunt to see Yahaba standing there.

"What?" He said rudely, glaring at the dreamy teen, who fidgeted nervously with his fingers.

"Well, as you know, the new first years will be coming in as of next week-"