05. Head Pat - Haikyuu! - KurooYachi

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Summary: Series of connecting slice-of-life one-shots of our favorite little manager from Karasuno as she remains 'on-loan' to Nekoma during the summer training camp!

My lack of Haikyuu! knowledge might make some things untrue or some characters OOC!

I don't own Haikyuu!

Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.

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05. Head Pat

HappyFace1886

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“Thanks, manager-chan,” Kuroo said with a grin, handing his towel to the blushing blonde. Unable to resist the urge, Kuroo reached out and began to playfully ruffle her hair with his large hand. His shoulder shook as he tried to stifle his laughter, unable to get over just how small Yachi was. Even her head was so small! It was practically the size of a volleyball to him.

He looked down at her to see her reaction. That was another thing he loved about their encounters. Yachi always made the most hilarious expressions and her reactions never ceased to amuse him.

There was a light pink blush dusting her cheeks, different from the usual tomato red that always seemed permanently etched on her face. Her eyes were trained on the ground while her head wobbled side to side under the weight of Kuroo’s hand. He ended up staring intently, taken in by the timid expression. Ah, he had forgotten she could make a face like that as well.

While not exactly like some of the other inexperienced and easily flustered guys on his team, Kuroo did admit that Yachi was on the adorable side. He wasn’t blind, after all. Still, because of her exaggerated reactions and how she’d always be so flustered and nervous of everyone and everything around her, it’d sometimes escape him that Yachi could actually be pretty as well.

And so, during moments when he did remember, he found himself taken aback and dumbly staring at her.

His hand had long since stopped roughly tousling her hair, resting briefly at the top of her head before his fingers sunk into the golden locks. It was amazing how her hair was actually as soft as it appeared, the silky texture entwining with his fingers. The sensation was addictive and whenever Kuroo’s hand would reach the end of her tresses, he’d find his hand climbing back upward in order to run the pads of his calloused fingertips through her hair.

“Oi, Kuroo, stop bothering Yachi-san and get your ass back here. We’re against Ubugaway this time!” distantly, Kuroo heard Yaku snap irritably at him.

Kuroo froze and stared at where his hand was deeply entangled in Yachi’s hair.

Oh shit.

His eyes slowly trailed over to Yachi’s face and saw that the demure blush from before had bloomed to a brilliant scarlet. Her eyes were tearing up from anxiety and confusion and Kuroo immediately pulled his hand away as though he’d been burnt. “Uh... sorry about that.”

“I-It’s okay...” she replied in a small voice, her shoulders trembling as her eyes remained glue to the floor.

“I’ll... just be going now then.” Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Thanks again.”

“N-No problem,” Yachi stammered, baffled by how hard her heart was beating right now. What was that all about?! K-Kuroo-san had never done anything like that with her! She knew he liked teasing her and most of his behavior was harmless (not that it ever stopped her from screaming in fear whenever he surprised her), but that had been completely different. It wasn’t the first time Kuroo-san messed with her hair like this...

...but it was definitely the first time he’d run his hand through her hair so... intimately... like that.

Yachi wildly shook her head and resumed collecting all the bottles and towels thrown haphazardly around the side of the court. She was over thinking this! Kuroo-san meant no harm by what he did by now! She was probably the one making things awkward, being so creepily quiet and always so flustered!

Yup, this was all in her head!

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Omake

“Kuroo, hurry up,” Kenma sounded irritated, unhappy with the fact that Nekomata-sensei had been glaring at them because of how long Kuroo was taking. He glowered at the taller boy who was staring dumbly at the palm of his hand when suddenly, Kuroo placed said hand on top of Kenma’s head.

The silence that echoed from the Nekoma team’s side of the court was deafening.

Kenma’s eyes widened incredulously. What the hell? He was too shocked by what just happened to even smack Kuroo’s hand away, giving the older boy the opportunity to run his fingers through Kenma’s hair. Kenma’s eyes widened even more at this.

From behind, the other Nekoma players openly gawked at what was taking place in front of them.

...was... was their team captain actually petting their setter?!

Kenma remained rooted to the ground, too flabbergasted to even move.

Kuroo, meanwhile, was nodding sagely to himself in his head. Hm... as expected, the texture was too rough.

Without skipping a beat, Kuroo walked over to where Yaku was. The brown haired boy flinched and took a step back, only to yelp when Kuroo grabbed him by the head as well, roughly running his fingers through Yaku’s head. However, unlike Kenma, Yaku didn’t remain shocked for long. He roughly jerked his head away and aimed a flying kick at Kuroo, who gracefully dodged.

Hm... too rough again.

“You bastard! What the hell was that for?!” Yaku’s enraged demands fell to deaf ears as Kuroo was sauntering away already. To the disbelief of others, Kuroo made his way to the other court where Karasuno was taking a brief break before their next practice match. Hinata barely had time to recognize Kuroo when, without warning, he grabbed Hinata by the head and roughly began petting him as well.

The short middle-blocker immediately froze, his voice trapped in his throat as he had to be dreaming right now. There was no way the sometimes nice and sometimes scary captain of Nekoma was seriously petting him right now.

Right?

Right?!

Meanwhile, Kuroo nodded to himself again. Hm... fluffy, but not as soft.

“O-Oi, Kuroo-san, what the hell are you doing to Hinata?” Tanaka managed to force out in the midst of his gawking.

“Don’t mind, don’t mind,” Kuroo said cheerfully as he began to walk away.

Yup, he thought proudly to himself. His original conclusion was right. Yachi’s head was the best after all. Ruffling her hair had been fun, but actually running his fingers through her hair felt even better.

He had to do it again next time he saw her.

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::owari::

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AU: ;w; Review please.......

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