Haikyuu Oneshots

92. MatsuHana

Requested by Perezoso_Potata4 like a year ago...but here we are! Please enjoy the first official MatsuHana chapter of this book~

Someone bumped into Takahiro as he crossed the street with dozens of other people. He grumbled and pulled his gym bag a little closer as it hung from his shoulder. It was moderately warm outside, but the sun was hidden by puffy clouds. Aughhghgh the weather dude said it was gonna storm again today. It's gonna get so fU*cking humid ehhh...Hanamaki sighed as he opened the glass door to his gym. He was hit with the sharp smell of sweat and several air fresheners attempting to mask the body odor. He yawned and went into the men's changing room. He stuffed his bag in a locker, pushing with all his might so that it would fit, and left before he saw an old man changing. One of the trainers greeted him kindly as he walked over to the treadmills. He was a regular. Takahiro had done sports in high school and was too cheap to buy his own equipment, so he visited the gym every morning. He liked to eat junk food, but worked out to help balance (this is not healthy i don't recommend).

Takahiro took a big sip from his water bottle and set it on a treadmill's cup holder. He got on the running simulator(lack of better synonym) and started at a medium pace. He had forgotten his headphones, so Hanamaki kind of just eavesdropped on other conversations.

"--and they were roommates."

"Oh my God! They were roommates!"

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"No, Shoyo, I'm not interested in egging Ushijima-san's farm."

"Don't sound so annoyed, Tobio! It's a joke! Just a joke! BaaakA!"

"You were very serious, though. Boke."

"ShUT uP!"

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"Have you seen the new guy? He's hella hot."

"What?? Where?!"

"He's over by the leg press--see! Oh my God! That hair! Those eyebrows! Those biceps! I'm in love!"

"You idiot! You're always falling in love with guys at the gym!"

"No, but look at him!"

Hanamaki, intrigued and a lover of hot men as well, looked over at the leg presses, spotting an angel. A beautiful tan man with dark curls and thicccc eyebrows was pumping his legs. He was ripped and gorgeous.

Takahiro's jaw dropped as he stopped running briefly and was thrown off the treadmill.

"Oh my God!"

"Are you alright!?"

Hanamaki wheezed and sat up. The guy and girl who had been talking about the angel at the leg press stood over him worriedly. "Haha yes, I'm fine." They helped him up. "I got distracted by the beauty on the leg press."

They both blushed.

Takahiro snickered and got back on the treadmill. The other two walked away. He rubbed his knee and started running again. After a couple minutes, the treadmill next to him turned on and someone began running, but Hanamaki was too distracted listening to a conversation about someone 'accidently' sleeping with their boss. He chuckled quietly. The soft beeping of the person next to him speeding up caught his attention. He turned to see the angel. The dark man glanced at him and smiled gently.

"Holy sH*T!" Takahiro exclaimed as he fell off the treadmill again.

"Woah, twice in one day," a deep, concerned, voice followed him, "you okay? Quite a fall."