calling them ‘pretty’, and seeing how they’ll react.
ft. kageyama, oikawa & kenma.
haikyu!! mlist | akaashi & iwaizumi ver
it happens seemingly out of the blue.
he’s practicing with hinata in the karasuno gym, and you’re watching them.
they’re doing their usual thing. practicing everything till they physically drop, which doesn’t even happen. but regardless.
with kageyama occasionally sneaking a glance towards you when he thinks you’re not looking, but you are. and everytime it makes him bite back a small smile.
your eyes are on him, but more than usual. he can feel your eyes on him at all times, with every move that he makes.
it’s almost like you’re in a trance, completely unaware of anything else other than kageyama.
a few minutes later, he decides it’s time for a break. and to confront you about your constant staring.
he sits next to you on the hard floor, shoulders nearly brushing eachother.
he gives himself a moment to catch his breath, wipe the accumulated sweat on his face, and have a drink of water.
‘y/n?’ ‘yeah?’ you turn your head towards him, a curious look on your features.
he looks even prettier like this, you think to yourself. eyes half-lidded, some stray hairs stuck to his forehead from the sweat on his face, and lips slightly parted.
‘sorry. you’re just really pretty, tobio.’ you say it like it’s the most normal thing on the earth, which it kind of is. but not for kageyama.
you see the change in his expression immediately, the second the words left your mouth he was settled speechless.
his blue eyes went wide, and his head turned towards yours immediately.
there’s a tinge of pink adorning his cheeks and the tips of his ears now, and his brows are furrowed in confusion.
‘..tobio?’ you carefully wave a hand infront of his face, he looks almost dazed right now.
‘y-yeah?!’ his voice cracked the second he opened his mouth, a high pitched sound that you didn’t expect from leaving his mouth. making him slap a hand over his mouth almost immediately.
his face goes bright red in a millisecond.
hinata’s staring at you both right now, which doesn’t help kageyama’s growing embarrassment.
you and hinata simultaneously burst out in laughter, hinata cackling and clutching his stomach from the amount of laughs. on the verge of rolling around on the floor.
you’re desperately trying not to laugh as hard as hinata, attempting to save kageyama even more embarrassment.
but it’s pointless to stifle your laughs, since now the doors to the gym open. showing both nishinoya and tanaka.
they see kageyama’s impossibly red face, and you and hinata laughing your asses off.
so automatically they burst into laughter too, without even knowing the reason.
if you squint really hard you’ll see that kageyama’s practically glowing red now. all because you called him pretty.
oikawa likes being called pretty, or pretty boy. doesn’t matter to him which one, either of them and he’s jelly in your hands.
but only when you call him that.
you’re sitting on the bench, phone in hand and doomscrolling through your socials.
oikawa convinced you to come and watch him practice, deeming it’d be ‘fun’ to watch.
he lied, it’s incredibly boring.
watching a bunch of high school boys all sweaty, isn’t your exact idea of fun. but whatever, the least you can do is entertain his request with minimum effort.
he would’ve nagged you non stop if you didn’t agree, so here you are.
you only look up when oikawa calls out your name, and says ‘this one’s for you.’ and proceeds to hit the ball with unnecessary force. the sound of the ball hitting the floor echoing through the space.
you blow him a kiss when the ball makes contact with the floor, and then shift your eyes back to your phone. not that that’s more entertaining than watching them practice, but what else can you do.
around 20 minutes later, they’re in the middle of a 3 on 3 match. making you peek up from your phone to watch them actually play.
you’re barely able to watch the ball as it keeps moving from side to side in flashes, but it’s definitely more fun than your phone at this point.
phone discarded, arms crossed over eachother and eyes on the court.
in the span of a second, the ball ricochets off of oikawa’s arms in an attempt to recieve it, and it flings your way.
you barely move away fast enough to avoid the impact. all it did was graze your arm thankfully, anything worse than that and it would’ve been over for you.
you stand up from your position on the bench, reach for the unfortunate ball next to you. and your eyes flick towards oikawa for a moment.
‘y/n-chan! i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean for that ball to hit you!’ oikawa yammers, looking at you with wide eyes. just like everyone else in the gym.
your hands grip the ball with a fierce grip, you take one sharp breath in, and throw that same ball at him with terrifying accuracy, hitting him in the chest with it.
‘don’t receive the ball so lousy then, you stupid pretty boy!’
‘s-sorry!’ is all he manages to croak out before getting hit by another volleyball. this time to the back of his head, and by iwaizumi.
kenma’s a naturally pretty boy.
slanted cat-like eyes, average height and slim body, pale clear skin, and bleached blonde hair.
and he doesn’t even try to look pretty, he just does.
you’re almost envious that he can look like that without even trying, but he doesn’t understand why you do.
it’s lunchtime, and you’re on your way to the convinience store right around the corner, along with kenma. whom you dragged with you.
he’s playing something on his gameboy, and you’re telling him random things that happened in the previous week.
it may not look like he’s paying attention, but he hears ever word you say, and very rarely comments on something. but he’s always listening to what you have to say.
he settles for 1 or 2 word comments, things like. ‘that’s cool,’ ‘that sucks’ and regular yes and no’s.
until you say something unexpected, even if it’s simply a passing thought.
‘you’re super pretty, ken. you know that?’ it makes him freeze in his tracks. automatically making you look back at him since he stopped walking all together.
‘kenma, you okay?’ you look at him with confusion, head tilted for added effect.
‘…huh?’ you step closer to him, and notice the look on his face.
he looks surprised, which you don’t see from him often.
he’s dazed. head empty except for the words you just said.
‘kenmaaaa..?’ you pinch his cheeks in an attempt to get him to pay attention, making him flinch from the sudden contact.
‘…sorry.’ ‘it’s okay, let’s keep walking, ‘kay?’ you’re still confused why he suddenly stopped walking, you don’t even remember what you said.
‘ ‘kay.’ he turns off his gameboy, and instead focuses his attention on what’s infront of him.
a little while later at lunch, when you’re sitting next to him and it’s quiet enough.
you hear him murmur, ‘you’re pretty too.’ with a slight blush on his cheeks.
a/n: was gonna add like 3 more characters but i got lazy
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