《haikyuu x reader》❥Ukai Keishin
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❥title: customer
❥story: fluff
❥warnings: swearing, a bit ooc.
"Good morning~! Ukai-San!" his head shot up from his newspaper when he heard a familiar voice, it was yours.
He's gotten used to your greetings, you always come by thrice a week sometimes 4 times a week.
"Morning." he muttered as he was about to pay attention to his paper, he can't help but blush at your attire.
"Y.." he stops himself by stuttering when he cleared his throat before continuing, "You going somewhere?" He finally asked.
You turn your head from the shelf to him, "No not really." you answer with a smile, grabbing a pack of chips.
"What's the dress for then?" He asked again, jeez he can't help but blush, your choice of dress was oddly revealing.
"Just wanted to impress someone." you answer once again, proud that he noticed your attire as you walked to another aisle.
He stood up from his chair, hands in his pocket as he stood by you. "Really now? Got someone you like?" He smirked upon seeing your faintly pink tinted cheeks.
You giggled, he covered his mouth with one of his hands, hiding his scarlet face, he swore that his heart just pounded like crazy.
"Well I guess you could say that." talk about ouch, he frowned a bit but he held it in with a small smile.
"Do I know this person?" He asked, pretending to fix the "falling" things from the shelves, you think for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah, you know him more than anyone."
"Oh? It's a he?"
"Mhm." you hummed in response, he thinks for a moment, he doesn't really have a clue who it was, aside from his friends from the old volleyball team, he couldn't think of anyone.
"But he noticed it so I'm glad." you commented, pretending to look for something in the shelves as he places a finger on his chin.
"Have i met him?" he Slapped himself mentally, he has no clue why he was invested in your little "lover".
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"You seem him everyday."
"I do?!" He exclaims, if you were talking about one of his neighbours then that would've been disappointing, right?
"Yep." you simply reply, turning to him while pointing at the chip in your hand, "Can I pay for this now?" He blinked at you with a chuckle.
"You don't have to ask that, you know." he says, walking away as he waits for you at the counter.
You bite your lower lip, not knowing it looked awfully attracting to the male, he cleared his throat, snapping himself out of his fantasies.
"Just this?" he asked after he checked it out, handing it over to you, not bothering to put 1 single thing in a big plastic bag, it would be a waste anyways.
You handed him money as you nod, "Yeah, I'm not that hungry anyways." he simply snickered as you walked away, heading for the door.
"Bye Ukai-San!"
"Mmm, goodbye." and with that, you walked out of the place.
It was night time, surprisingly, you still haven't come in yet.
He blew air from his cigarette, not noticing that a person just entered.
"Jeez, control your cigarette air." his head shot up again like yesterday, seeing you as you waved away the air that he just recently exhaled earlier.
"Ah-sorry about that." he sheepishly says, embarassed by what he just did. You simply laughed it off, walking away to get a soda.
Once you got the drink, you walked back to the counter, placing it on top as he checks it out, you give him money, like usual.
But instead of leaving, you simply stood there, opening the can of soda as you lightly drank it.
Unknowingly, Keishin was at the lost of words, staring at you, who knew drinking soda could be such a huge attraction?
He shook his head at his unbelievable thoughts, come to think of it, you started to come here frequently than before.
"Got any plans for tomorrow?" you asked, unlucky for him, it was Monday and being Karasuno's volleyball coach isn't an easy job.
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He sighed, "Yeah, I'm a coach at Karasuno High, remember?" He replies, disappointed at himself for some reason.
"Hn." you only hummed in response as he glances at you to see you spacing out, "When's your break?" you asked again, filling the silence that lasted for only about 5 seconds.
He glanced at the glock before glancing back at you, "10 minutes from now, why?" He returned back a question at you as you shrug.
"Well, I just wanna talk." you reply, smiling widely at the now, pink tinted cheeks male.
"U-urg-" he stopped himself and cleared his throat, "Sure,i guess." he said cooly as you sigh, leaning your hansd a bit at the counter.
"You've mentioned that you're a volleyball coach right?" you asked, recalling the past conversations that you two had.
He nods and hums, "Well, mind if I can watch your games soon?" He snapped his head towards you with a surprised look.
"You like volleyball?" you giggled, nodding slightly. "Yeah, played it since primary school." he swore that you striked him in the heart.
Jeez you're perfect.
"You a coach, trainer or anything?" He asked, throwing the cigarette in the garbage bin that was close to him.
"No, I'm interested in playing, but my friends say I'm too old." you teased yourself, chuckling lightly.
You got to be kidding right? You look like a fucking lord of youth.
"Too old? You can still play, you know."
"Yeah I know, I got a tournament soon." his Eyebrows lifted, staring at you in awe. "You do?" He asked as you nodded a bit.
"Mhm." eventually you told him the address and time even though you think he wasn't going to come.
You glanced at the watch that was on your hand, "Oh I gotta go now, bye bye!" you walked away with a wave as he sat there, thinking.
➳——★——➳
"Its been 5 minutes, Where's coach?" The sunshine orange haired male asked, playing around with the mall in his hands.
"No one really knows."
"You think he's okay?"
"He's coach Ukai, if someone just glares at him their probably gone by now."
➳——★——➳
You breathed heavily after the match, its practically night time, you and your team won 2 matches in a row, and the 3rd one would be tomorrow.
So now you're just waking to the store Ukai was in, your volleyball meeting ended a few minutes ago and you needed to cool down.
"Konbawa!" you greeted after entering, seeing the coach sitting there in his usual spot.
"Hn." he hummed in response as you grab a bottle of water and a pack of chips, again.
Walking to the counter you placed it down, of course the usual happened.
You were about to walk out until he called out your name, turning around he was there standing behind you.
You blushed of course, after all, the reason you kept coming here was for him.
"I wanted to give you this." he gave you a small piece of paper and a box of chocolate, again, your face flushed in a dark shade of red.
"F-for me? What for?" his heart melted, who knew you could be so adorable when you stutter?
"You won today. Did you not?" your eyes widened in surprise, "How did you.." you trailed off as he smiles.
"Well I was watching."
"But you said—"
"Skipped it, now go go." he shoos you away as you laugh, leaving the place with a blush on your face.
Walking, you examined the chocolate box and the paper he gave to you.
You tilted your head, opening the piece of paper, only to find the words written on it:
❥I'm actually really interested in you, let's go on a date when you're free hm?
Text me your answer
xxx-xxx-xxx
You stood there, stunned and flushed.
this was a bit disappointing
but it's fine I guess.
anyhow, how are you?
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