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say hey if you're gay. | kuroo tetsurou x male!reader
☆ college!au
☆ crack?
Saturday nights are your favourite time of the week. Your school assignments are always done on Friday evenings, leaving you with plenty time to laze around, watching movies and TV shows up until the wee hours of the mornings. Yep, that’s your idea of fun.
But you know what’s not fun?
Sunday mornings.
(Or technically afternoon, but who needs to be technical?)
Your alarm clock displays
As you leave your room and trudge to the kitchen half-asleep, your ears perk up at the sound of distant chatters and laughter from the living room. You wonder if your roommate, Bokuto, had friends over. You recall him briefly mentioning last night when you were movie marathoning. Despite being roommates, you and Bokuto come from two different social groups — he hangs out with players from the college volleyball team and you tend to stick with a few close friends — so you've never really met his friends and vice versa.
As you made it to the end of the hallways, you let out a yawn, closing your eyes momentarily and scratching the back of your head. "Hey, Bokuto," you mumble, walking into the living room, "…did you buy the milk like I asked you to? Also, did you make anything to eat, I'm starv…ing...?"
Your voice trails off as your eyes blink open to see several unfamiliar faces staring at you. Except they're not staring at you, they're staring at your…
All traces of sleep seemingly disappear as your eyes snap down to inspect what you're wearing.
See, there's a gift shop near the cafe Bokuto works part time in, and he has a habit of buying you novelty shirts as gag gifts whenever he can. And not just for your birthday, oh no — he buys you shirts every time he sees something he deems hilarious. While you're somewhat grateful for the gifts, the shirts he buys for you are the kind of clothing you wouldn't be caught dead wearing in front of others.
But here you are, standing in the hallway to the living room with all eyes on the T-shirt Bokuto got you a month ago. The shirt dyed a deep black with 'Say hey if you're gay' printed on the front in capital, white script.
This is exactly the reason why you only wore them to sleep.
Great. Just great. Now his friends think you're batting for the other team. Not a good first impression.
"So…" one of them starts to break the sudden silence, but it only made the situation even more awkward for you.
Your face flushes in embarrassment; this is humiliating. A room filled with new faces, and you're in a gag shirt and boxers with your hair sticking out wildly in every direction.
You glare at Bokuto who's trying oh-so-hard to restrain himself from laughing by pushing his hand against his mouth. It's his fault that you're in this mess in the first place. He could've at least informed you that his friends are dropping by.
"Pfft...I-I'm so sorry, dude...!" Bokuto struggles to enunciate his words, "I didn't know you were wearing that shirt…I mean, I did, but I didn't think you'd leave your room wearing it—pfft…!!"
He cracks up in laughter, clutching his stomach — your misery seems to fuel his laughter.
Now, there're different ways you could handle this situation.
One; explain calmly and sensibly that the shirt is just a joke, that you are strictly heterosexual, and you have no inclination towards the male species whatsoever.
Two; panic and yell, and desperately try to explain that this is all a misunderstanding whilst attempting to kill Bokuto.
Three; commit seppuku.
And right now, you're seriously leaning for the third option.
"Wait, [Name]!" Bokuto stops you before you attempt to spin around and leave. You narrow your eyes at him. He turns to one of his friends, the one sitting closest to him. "[Name], stand there for a while…Akaashi! Akaashi, get my phone, I need to capture this moment!"
You snap, "Fuck off, Bo!"
You turn on your heel about to march back into your room, planning to stay there for the rest of eternity, a deep clear voice speaks over Bokuto's laughter.
"Hey."
Surprised, you whip your head back around, and your eyes land on a man with obsidian hair messier than yours. A lazy grin plays on his lips, arms folded across his chest with his head tilt upwards; he practically oozes with confidence. Now everyone's attention is on him, staring in baffled silence, even the owl-like man of a roommate stopped laughing.
"Oh my god. Kuroo, no. No," Bokuto’s jaw falls open, staring at his friend with a look of disbelief. Then he narrows his eyes. "Are you hitting on my roommate?"
The man — Kuroo — ignores him, instead, choosing to focus on you. "Well, usually, I'd ask to grab a coffee together," he speaks in a voice that sent shivers up your spine, which is weird because you are so not attracted to him. No, you’re not … you think.
"But considering that you're underdressed at the moment, how about we meet up sometime later? Next Friday afternoon sounds good?" he hums, eyes raking up and down your body as if observing you, and you squirm under his intense gaze.
"You smooth fucker," Bokuto comments, slapping his knees in disapproval. "You are not taking him on a date! No! I forbid it!"
"You're not his dad, Bokuto-san." The other — Akaashi — points out calmly.
You slowly tilt your head to inspect your shirt before turning back to him, your mind processing the situation bit by bit. He stares back at you, cocking his head to the side, and leans into the couch.
And then you realise that this man is flirting with you. He just asked you out. On a date. You had a date with a guy.
When the realisation hit you, a deep scarlet colours your skin up to your ears.
"Hah, cute," he comments with a chuckle.
"I-I'm going to change!" you announce loudly.
"Ah, would you like me to help you?" he offers, his tone is teasing, but the glint in his eyes tells you that he is far from joking.
Your eyes fall to the floor, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. "I—! You—! Goodbye!"
Turning on your heel, you take off down the hallway, his chuckle growing distant as you run into your room, slamming the door shut behind you.
Once inside, you let out a breath that you didn't even know you're holding, slowly sinking to the floor of your room. Your heart thumps in an alarming speed — from running or from his smooth words, you don't know.
But what you do know is that you are not so strictly heterosexual after all.
"So, like, bro, if you want to date my roommate, you have to make sure you keep him happy and bring him home before 10 pm on weekdays because he has early classes."
"…Yes, sir. I understand, Mr. sir."
"Also, [Name]'s very picky and wishy-washy so you have to bear with his indecisive attitude. But he has a very good heart and he's very cute so that makes up for his attitude, right? And—"
"SHUT UP, BOKUTO, I CAN HEAR YOU, DAMMIT!!"
☆ college!au
☆ crack?
Saturday nights are your favourite time of the week. Your school assignments are always done on Friday evenings, leaving you with plenty time to laze around, watching movies and TV shows up until the wee hours of the mornings. Yep, that’s your idea of fun.
But you know what’s not fun?
Sunday mornings.
(Or technically afternoon, but who needs to be technical?)
Your alarm clock displays
1:00 PM in bright angry red when you finally awaken from slumber, having gone to be at 4 o’clock last night. You are definitely not a morning person, you decide as you sit up slowly, groaning. All you want to do is stay in bed all day, but your empty, grumbling stomach force your sluggish body off the bed.As you leave your room and trudge to the kitchen half-asleep, your ears perk up at the sound of distant chatters and laughter from the living room. You wonder if your roommate, Bokuto, had friends over. You recall him briefly mentioning last night when you were movie marathoning. Despite being roommates, you and Bokuto come from two different social groups — he hangs out with players from the college volleyball team and you tend to stick with a few close friends — so you've never really met his friends and vice versa.
As you made it to the end of the hallways, you let out a yawn, closing your eyes momentarily and scratching the back of your head. "Hey, Bokuto," you mumble, walking into the living room, "…did you buy the milk like I asked you to? Also, did you make anything to eat, I'm starv…ing...?"
Your voice trails off as your eyes blink open to see several unfamiliar faces staring at you. Except they're not staring at you, they're staring at your…
All traces of sleep seemingly disappear as your eyes snap down to inspect what you're wearing.
See, there's a gift shop near the cafe Bokuto works part time in, and he has a habit of buying you novelty shirts as gag gifts whenever he can. And not just for your birthday, oh no — he buys you shirts every time he sees something he deems hilarious. While you're somewhat grateful for the gifts, the shirts he buys for you are the kind of clothing you wouldn't be caught dead wearing in front of others.
But here you are, standing in the hallway to the living room with all eyes on the T-shirt Bokuto got you a month ago. The shirt dyed a deep black with 'Say hey if you're gay' printed on the front in capital, white script.
This is exactly the reason why you only wore them to sleep.
Great. Just great. Now his friends think you're batting for the other team. Not a good first impression.
"So…" one of them starts to break the sudden silence, but it only made the situation even more awkward for you.
Your face flushes in embarrassment; this is humiliating. A room filled with new faces, and you're in a gag shirt and boxers with your hair sticking out wildly in every direction.
You glare at Bokuto who's trying oh-so-hard to restrain himself from laughing by pushing his hand against his mouth. It's his fault that you're in this mess in the first place. He could've at least informed you that his friends are dropping by.
"Pfft...I-I'm so sorry, dude...!" Bokuto struggles to enunciate his words, "I didn't know you were wearing that shirt…I mean, I did, but I didn't think you'd leave your room wearing it—pfft…!!"
He cracks up in laughter, clutching his stomach — your misery seems to fuel his laughter.
Now, there're different ways you could handle this situation.
One; explain calmly and sensibly that the shirt is just a joke, that you are strictly heterosexual, and you have no inclination towards the male species whatsoever.
Two; panic and yell, and desperately try to explain that this is all a misunderstanding whilst attempting to kill Bokuto.
Three; commit seppuku.
And right now, you're seriously leaning for the third option.
"Wait, [Name]!" Bokuto stops you before you attempt to spin around and leave. You narrow your eyes at him. He turns to one of his friends, the one sitting closest to him. "[Name], stand there for a while…Akaashi! Akaashi, get my phone, I need to capture this moment!"
You snap, "Fuck off, Bo!"
You turn on your heel about to march back into your room, planning to stay there for the rest of eternity, a deep clear voice speaks over Bokuto's laughter.
"Hey."
Surprised, you whip your head back around, and your eyes land on a man with obsidian hair messier than yours. A lazy grin plays on his lips, arms folded across his chest with his head tilt upwards; he practically oozes with confidence. Now everyone's attention is on him, staring in baffled silence, even the owl-like man of a roommate stopped laughing.
"Oh my god. Kuroo, no. No," Bokuto’s jaw falls open, staring at his friend with a look of disbelief. Then he narrows his eyes. "Are you hitting on my roommate?"
The man — Kuroo — ignores him, instead, choosing to focus on you. "Well, usually, I'd ask to grab a coffee together," he speaks in a voice that sent shivers up your spine, which is weird because you are so not attracted to him. No, you’re not … you think.
"But considering that you're underdressed at the moment, how about we meet up sometime later? Next Friday afternoon sounds good?" he hums, eyes raking up and down your body as if observing you, and you squirm under his intense gaze.
"You smooth fucker," Bokuto comments, slapping his knees in disapproval. "You are not taking him on a date! No! I forbid it!"
"You're not his dad, Bokuto-san." The other — Akaashi — points out calmly.
You slowly tilt your head to inspect your shirt before turning back to him, your mind processing the situation bit by bit. He stares back at you, cocking his head to the side, and leans into the couch.
And then you realise that this man is flirting with you. He just asked you out. On a date. You had a date with a guy.
When the realisation hit you, a deep scarlet colours your skin up to your ears.
"Hah, cute," he comments with a chuckle.
"I-I'm going to change!" you announce loudly.
"Ah, would you like me to help you?" he offers, his tone is teasing, but the glint in his eyes tells you that he is far from joking.
Your eyes fall to the floor, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. "I—! You—! Goodbye!"
Turning on your heel, you take off down the hallway, his chuckle growing distant as you run into your room, slamming the door shut behind you.
Once inside, you let out a breath that you didn't even know you're holding, slowly sinking to the floor of your room. Your heart thumps in an alarming speed — from running or from his smooth words, you don't know.
But what you do know is that you are not so strictly heterosexual after all.
"So, like, bro, if you want to date my roommate, you have to make sure you keep him happy and bring him home before 10 pm on weekdays because he has early classes."
"…Yes, sir. I understand, Mr. sir."
"Also, [Name]'s very picky and wishy-washy so you have to bear with his indecisive attitude. But he has a very good heart and he's very cute so that makes up for his attitude, right? And—"
"SHUT UP, BOKUTO, I CAN HEAR YOU, DAMMIT!!"
[NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM: ME, ASSHOLE]—————[Me, asshole; 1:43 p.m.]bokuto
[Fukr; 1:43 p.m.]
sup brah
u hungry?? friends r still here but i can order pizza 4 u
[Me, asshole; 1:43 p.m.]wats kuroo's phone number?[Me, asshole; 1:45 p.m.]bokuto?[Me, asshole; 1:48 p.m.]BOKUTO????
[Fukr; 1:49 p.m.]
Y DO U WANT HIS NO???
I THOUGHT U R STRICTLY STRAIGHT??¿¿?
DOES UR RULER BEND THAT EASILY???
IM SO PROUD THAT U R EMBRACING UR NON-HETERONESS
I ALWAYS KNEW U WEREN'T STR8
[Me, asshole; 1:50 p.m.]wat?
[Fukr; 1:50 p.m.]
u read nothing
[Fukr shared new contact]
[Me, asshole; 1:51 p.m.]thank
[Fukr; 1:51 p.m.]
no sex in the living room
[Me, asshole; 1:51 p.m.]stfuLiterature
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i like making fics with rich plot lines, but sometimes when i stay up until 3am, stuff happens. pfftt, idk what this. tbh i always wanted to write a male!reader but i don't think i did reader-kun any justice "o u o) i just wanted to use this prompt which was floating around tumblr a while ago.
i do hope bokuto and akaashi isn't too ooc, i've never met them and i only read the wikipageand a dj but pffft o u o
!! Comments are highly appreciated !!
※ haikyuu and its characters belongs to haruichi furudate.
※ plot belongs me. do not copy or plagiarize my work.
※ art belongs to rightful owner found here ♜
※ word count: 1390-ish
※ if you see any grammar mistakes, please tell me so I may fix it right away!
i like making fics with rich plot lines, but sometimes when i stay up until 3am, stuff happens. pfftt, idk what this. tbh i always wanted to write a male!reader but i don't think i did reader-kun any justice "o u o) i just wanted to use this prompt which was floating around tumblr a while ago.
i do hope bokuto and akaashi isn't too ooc, i've never met them and i only read the wikipage
!! Comments are highly appreciated !!
※ haikyuu and its characters belongs to haruichi furudate.
※ plot belongs me. do not copy or plagiarize my work.
※ art belongs to rightful owner found here ♜
※ word count: 1390-ish
※ if you see any grammar mistakes, please tell me so I may fix it right away!
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