Haikyuu Imagines

yaku x reader

i haven't exactly been active here, and erm sorry. but, maybe sooner or later updates for this book will entirely stop. i don't know when but they will, then i'll be focusing on editing the old oneshots. anyway, this took a while, sorry!
but, enjoy :)

btw, reader is shorter than yaku here so :)

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    High School is shorter than I imagined. Back then, I always wished I was in high school to just enjoy everything. Sadly, all of the events in high school took me by surprise and not all event was fun.

    It's our third year, and I haven't decided on what to do yet. Though, I am choosing between three choices. One, I'll attend Tokyo University; two, I'll go where he goes; and three, I won't attend college.

    Mom doesn't mind having him stay around for me, and it's not like he's not trustworthy. Sometimes, I think dad even calls him over to be here for me whenever they're on a business trip.

    A chibi, a little squirt-is what I always dreamed of telling him, but I'm far worse. Anyway, my not-really-obvious-volleyball-addict boyfriend is the one that I'm talking about.

    "(Y/n), your parents called. They said they're leaving for work for a week, that means, I'm staying with you." Morisuke pats my head and gently ruffles my hair, smiling brightly. "That means.."

    "You're really weird sometimes." He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Good luck with your training. I'll follow."

    "(Y/n)," I hum and he suddenly pecks my lips, "I love you. I'll be waiting." I nod and he runs off to practice.

    When we're alone at home, well, things happen. Things like, breaking the dishes because I always trip or slip, or breaking a vase at the living room, or the TV itself.

    But, I'm pretty sure he's thinking of something else. He loves it more than I expected. I'm surprised during our first time, he said he was nervous.. and I said that I was too. But, it all worked out in the end.

    That is, his cooking!

    Morisuke said that he's never cooked before, so we were both nervous about how his food would taste. I'm really amazed though, they tasted better than dad's cooking. Then, he started to like cooking.

    But, again, maybe he was thinking of something else. Something rougher.. he also started liking something like that. I'd scream, and my chest would heave.

    He's scary when he's baking. It's like he's arguing with the ingredients, or the oven, or me. Making dough and all of the other things, he would hit them hard enough that I'd jump and scream in surprise.

    But, again again, he must've been thinking of something where we could be closer. Ahh, yeah, we do it. Though he gets a bit dirty at times, we still do it. I like that side of him, well I love everything-anyway.

    When we plant seeds or do some gardening, he always gets himself dirty, but for some reason, he's still handsome. I wanted to make him look like an idiot, but it didn't work out.

    But really, something closer, a lot more serious. Studying. He's basically like my stand-in guardian or parents, but he's doing a great job that high school's still fun.