#punkguchi

Punk! Yamaguchi x Bookworm! Female reader

(Haikyuu One shot)

TW! Might be OOC or out of character, cringe, corny, wrong grammar errors, bad, and punkguchi may be a bit different from the original yamaguchi

He smelled like smoke and motor oil while she smelled like parchment and old books. Sometimes he wondered what it was that pulled him towards her so easily. Maybe it was the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, or how her brows would furrow as she read a book like it's the most interesting thing in the world. Maybe it was the quiet giggles she tried to hide whenever something in her book amused her. She was different from him, too different, nothing in common at all.

So why would he notice her in the first place anyway??

Oh, you'd probably expect some cliche scene where they bump into each other, her books fell to the floor and he would help her with them then accidentally brush their fingers while reaching for the last book.. Love at first sight!

No.

“Your hair looks…weird.” The girl uttered from behind him while walking in the crowded halls. He turned, mouth parted in between shock and offense. The girl paused, realizing what she said, looking away quickly and pretended as if she wasn't the one who said that. Yamaguchi blinked, his eyes drinking in her appearance while absently touching his dyed under-layer colored hair… Sure, it was rough and dry from all the bleaching.. BUT it wasn't that bad, right? Right?? Before he could question her, the girl already ran down the halls without giving him the chance to.

Ever since that day, he kinda subconsciously fixed his dyed hair and tried to comb down the frizzy strands… What a worst first impression. He doesn't even know why he hasn't forgotten her yet. He started noticing her after that “comment” of hers, he wasn't even aware that they were taking the same classes until now. She stayed in the corner, tucked away and buried herself in her own books. He huffed. “Bookworm,” He muttered under his breath, still his eyes kept drifting towards her desk.

He was curious about her. Curious about how she could say that and what kind of person who would spend all day reading books. Which was exactly now he ended up towering over her in the library one afternoon. It's not like he's here to threaten her or whatever. Sure, he had tattoos, piercings, rings on nearly every finger but he's not all rough around the edges, he's still nice.

“I'm so sorry about last time, don't kill me!” She had said, almost scared at the situation they're both in right now. He blinked before laughing it off. “It's fine.” He said, before leaning down. “But since you feel so bad about it, how about you let me take you somewhere sometime? My treat.” He suggested and the bookworm just paused. Was this a date? Who knows. Yamaguchi just wanted to get to know her better, that's all (probably).

“Sure..?”

That weekend, you waited for him by the park and he arrived with a big motor bike. It looked scary, like it could go past the speeding limit and get you both a speeding ticket kind of scary. “We're.. riding that?” You asked and Yamaguchi just tilted his head before grinning. “Yeah? Obviously.” He laughed before revving up the engine. “Hop on, it's not like I'll bite ya.” Yamaguchi teased and you paled even more. What if he's using this whole date as an excuse to plan your demise? Your own death? You could've stayed at home, reading your books and getting stuck in your own fantasy! Not here with this man.

When you both rode off somewhere, Yamaguchi, that sneaky man would speed up on purpose just for you to hug his waist or hold him tighter. Though when he knows you're overwhelmed, he'll go slow, he's not such a menace. It's funny to see you all worked up though. Haha.

“Where are we?” You asked after he parked by the cliff. The sun was setting, painting everything in gold and orange as you stepped closer to the edge. “It's my favourite spot.” Yamaguchi from behind you. “A nice view, right?” You looked back only to see his gaze on you. “But you're not looking at the sunse–” Then he just laughed. You stared at his tattoos and piercings…that looks like it would hurt a lot. “Doesn't that hurt?” You asked and he just blinked. “What hurts? Oh, these?” He just shrugged. “It stings a bit , but doesn't really hurt. Why, you wanna try? I could pierce your ears for you.”

You quickly shook your head but… you're curious. The idea was kinda tempting, you won't admit that. Which was how, a week later, you somehow ended up sitting in his apartment while he searched through his drawers for supplies. How did you get here again? You were reading your books in the library when he suddenly barged in and pulled you away! He basically kidnapped you. “I don't even want piercings..” You tried protesting but he just wouldn't let you go. “Too late.” He said. Let's say you got a few holes in your ears now. He also gave you some of his earrings which you started wearing next week. The pain hurt a lot, but you chest was pounding even more.

After that, he just stayed. He lingered outside of your classes, waited for you after school, showed up at the library more often than anyone who hated reading reasonably should. The hangouts slowly started feeling suspiciously close to dates. Not that either of you said it out loud.

“Why do you smoke?” You asked, the two of you sat together by the edge of the cliff while he smoked quietly. “I don't know.” He exhaled smoke into the air and you deadpanned. “Probably got influenced by some people.” He added before shrugging his shoulders. You stared at the cigarette between his fingers, then at his lips. You swore he just grinned a little right now. “Wanna try?” He asked and you paused. I guess it won't hurt to try? Then you nodded. What you didn’t expect was for him to take another drag first before suddenly leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss tasted like smoke and mint and something warm you couldn’t quite explain. When he bit lightly at your lower lip, you gasped in surprise. Yamaguchi pulled away laughing while you coughed dramatically, shoving at his chest. “What did you do that for?!” “What, you wanted to try.” “I didn't mean it in that way?”

But despite your complaining, you didn't mind. In fact you leaned in for another anyway.