Please don't be harsh on me! I am but a lowly teenager sinking deep into the volleyball hotties fandom. D:

Well, anyway. I hope you enjoy. It's just a random story I came up with during my semester break.

But don't expect too much! I'm an amateur!

Note: I do not own Haikyuu.

"So pick a view."

Chestnut brown eyes shifted from the book she was reading to her redhead companion who was staring at her intently, waiting for a response. Said redhead grinned widely and in a rather disturbing way as she showed her a picture of many different shoujo manga couple poses. "Does it always have to be the guy reaching for the book the girl was trying to reach or…?" The former complained, even though she was chuckling in between her words. The redhead frowned. "But it was you who requested this drawing in the first place, you know." She retorted back rather sheepishly as she held the paper up, obviously insisting that her friend make a choice.

"Oh, look. Dark auburn brown hair and brown eyes. Is that me, you're drawing? Look, I know you think I'm pretty, but you should just say so." The other girl laughed annoyingly, trying to piss her off with fake narcissism. "WHAT THE HECK? It was you who requested this drawing in the first place!" The redhead repeated, almost shouting at the brunette.

"Well, I don't know about the 'reaching for one book' pose. How about reaching for a doorknob or food while she's eating a hamburger or something?" The brunette finally answered seriously, after a bunch of complaints and annoying remarks. This time, it was the redhead's turn to complain, although she did it in a 'nice' way.

"… But why would she reach for food if she's already eating a hamburger? Gluttonous girls are—"

"Why not? You're so judgmental! Just because she's reaching for food while eating… don't we all do that?"

"… Uhh… Um… No."

The brunette just laughed at her in a teasing way. The redhead doesn't actually know how exactly she became friends with this rather 'quietly sarcastic' woman who has a bad habit of throwing her fake laughter instead of coming up with a witty comeback. "Well, let's settle this peacefully. Fishcake, fishball, or fishy? Choose one." The brunette followed her laughter with a pointless statement. The redhead had no idea what the heck was going on and just chose the first thing she heard. "Fishcake. 'Fishy' reminds me of the quote "There is something fishy", and that just bothers me, you know." She awkwardly explained.

The brunette smirked. "Doorknob, it is. Just draw them reaching for the doorknob or something."

"Doorknob? Seriously? Why would the guy race her to the doorknob?" The redhead pointed out. The brunette laughed yet again. It was an annoying situation for strangers, but it was a normal one for the poor redhead. She owed her friend something and now she's stuck with the same friend, laughing at her for no reason and forcing her to draw something to pay off her 'debt'. "Look, how about I just make a 'kabe-don' moment? You know where the girl's back is against the wall and the guy's hand on the wall, and well, um… kind of like pinning her down without exactly touching her?" She slowly started becoming enthusiastic as she secretly fantasized about her old drawings which she had a hard time finishing due to severe 'fangirling' after each stroke.

"And… and… if the guy looks like he was going to kill from the outside but is actually a softie on the inside… AAAAHHHHHH." She continued.

This time, it was the brunette's turn to look at the other girl as if she just came from outer space. "Uh, okay? Well, if you want it to be the, what was that? 'Babe-don'? Well, you're Ms. Artist so it's all up to you." She agreed. "It's KABE-don, not BABE-don." The redhead corrected.

Part of the reason why the brunette agreed without teasing her or laughing at her this time was because she was now busy sewing something. "Ow!" She accidentally pricked her finger and is now staring at her blood-stained skin. Just when the redhead was finally serious about continuing her drawing, the brunette suddenly laughed out of nowhere. This made the redhead stare at her with a 'bruh-are-you-okay-do-you-want-me-to-bring-you-to-a-psychiatrist' kind of expression.

The brunette stopped laughing and randomly said "Hey, curse words are not even supposed to be curse words. People just labeled them 'bad words' so they're used for cursing."

After what seemed to be an awkward silence, the redhead's face brightened up. "Yeah! You have a point there, my friend! Like, if I labeled 'doorknob' as a bad word, then I'm free to say 'You doorknob!` to people I hate, right?" After the weird remark, the brunette had no idea whether her friend was being sarcastic or if she just really, really likes to blurt out weird remarks from who-knows-which part of her brain. But of course, being the usual annoying person she is, she just laughed. Again.

"So how about this?" The redhead held up her draft. It was a sketch of a man(?) with his one hand on the wall and a girl who was staring up at him and had her back against the same wall. Oooohhh, so that's a 'kabe-don', the brunette silently wondered how many shoujo mangas her friend was reading during her free time. The picture was okay, but of course, there's one thing missing. "Hey… where's the hamburger?"

"Righty-o." The redhead did not complain. After all, she was also aware of the missing hamburger.

Wrapping a band aid around the pricked finger, the brunette suddenly noticed something they've been missing this whole time. "Hey, ginger. That's me you're drawing, right?" She asked. The redhead's right eye twitched at the nickname. "Yeah, you said you wanted me to draw you. Aaaaaaand, don't call me 'ginger'." She blew her bangs off her eyes and scoffed. Ignoring 'ginger's' reply, the brunette went on with her point. "So, um, who's the guy supposed to be?"

This time, 'ginger' stopped drawing when she realized she had absolutely no idea who she was supposed to be drawing. She was basically doing random pencil strokes the whole time. "I don't know. Who do you want it to be?"

"What? Don't answer my question with another question!"

"W-W-What are you yelling at me for?"

"I, um, I'm not interested in tall guys?"

"Tall guys? I never said anything about a guy being tall."

"THEN WHY IS THAT GUY TOWERING ABOVE ME AGAINST THE WALL LIKE THAT?"

'Ginger' was silently contemplating whether she should shove the paper down her friend's throat or to ignore her sudden bipolar attitude and just draw whoever she wants it to be. "Shorty." She called her brunette friend. 'Shorty' glared at her for indirectly insulting her height. 'Ginger' was quick to say something before 'Shorty' starts throwing clever comebacks at her poor red hair. "Wait! Don't kill me! 'Short' is not even an insult, you know! Don't be a 'heightist! Rude!" She said. 'Shorty' raised an eyebrow. What in the world is a heightist?

The doorbell rang. "Ah, I ordered food online. Lemme get that." 'Shorty' suddenly stumbled upon standing up, putting her slippers on. 'Ginger' let out a sigh of relief. It was a good thing that the delivery bo—wait. "YOU ORDERED FOOD WITHOUT MY PERMISSION? HEY, SHORTY! THIS IS MY HOUSE!" She quickly shoved the paper down her bag and ran after the mischievous brunette. Just when they were racing each other to the door, 'Ginger' accidentally pulled 'Shorty's' shirt, causing her to fall down as soon as she opened the door.

"Delivery for—Oh." The delivery boy stared awkwardly at the two girls on the floor. 'Shorty' had her leg gripped by 'Ginger's' left hand and her whole face was covered by her messy long auburn brown hair. "I-I can't see!" She was panicking. Meanwhile, 'Ginger's' face was on the floor and her nose was bleeding. "Uh…" The delivery boy didn't know what to do and was just staring at them. "D-DELIVERY FOR ISHIKAWA HIRARI… DESU!" He managed to blurt out, accidentally sounding angry and polite at the same time. He was obviously freaking out over 'Ginger's' bleeding nose and 'Shorty's' inability to stand up.

"What the heck? You gave away my name to—" 'Ginger', now Hirari, was slightly pissed at the abrupt actions of her friend and also because she thought the delivery boy was angry. He was shouting, for goodness' sake. She looked up with a frown on her face, about to tell the boy a piece of her mind when—

"KAGEYAMA TOBIO! D-DELIVERY SERVICE… DESU!" She gawked at the new guy. Funny that she never saw this delivery boy before, even though she always ordered food through the phone. He looked young, well, probably same age with her, but still. "Um, ah. L-leave it at the door, I, uhh.. Thanks. You really didn't have to tell me your name, well… hi."

"Awkwaaaaard." 'Shorty' sang. She was immediately hit by a book to her face as soon as she said that. Hirari stood up and dug through her wallet(Why did she have to pay for this again?), then she handed the money to the awkward delivery boy with trembling hands. They were both awkward. Her fingers brushed against his rough, calloused hands and she heated up at the contact. She was not good at interacting with guys. "Um, thank you! K-Kageyama Tobio, signing off!" He bowed down quickly and took his leave. Signing off? Whaaaat?

"Woah, what was that about?" 'Shorty' commented after watching the scene. Then she suddenly laughed loudly as she stood up. "What kind of delivery boy was that? He seriously said 'signing off'? HAHAHA!" Hirari was also slightly confused at the event. "You know, this is your fault." She hissed at 'Shorty'. The brunette was still laughing. "M-My sides are hurting! HAHAHA! Kageyama Tobio, was it? Nice name. 'DESU'!" She laughed at her own mockery, embarrassing Hirari further. "Here's your food, now shut it!"

"Ohhhh, look who's here. How was your loss, King?"

Kageyama threw his hat, which was part of the delivery boy uniform, on the ground out of anger. "YOU TRICKED ME, YOU BEANPOLE! YOU SAID I WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY 'SIGNING OFF' BUT WHEN I ASKED ENNOSHITA-SAN; HE SAID HE HAD NEVER DONE SUCH A THING!" He pointed accusingly at the blonde. "Oh? I wasn't the one who said that. Go blame your other servants, King." The blonde, Tsukishima Kei, had a smirk on his face.

A bald guy was laughing at the background. "I was the one who told you to do that! How does it feel, Kageyama? How does it feel losing a dare now? HAHAHA!" His laughter was immediately interrupted by a hand smacking him on the head. "Hey, you guys! What in the world did you make Kageyama do this time?" It was their captain, Daichi. "He lost our dare so we forced him to take over Ennoshita's part-time job for a day." Nishinoya grinned with a thumbs-up.

"YOU IDIOTS!" Another loud smack echoed in the gym.

"Awkward boy plus awkward girl equals shoujo manga, true love~ Tobio plus Hirari equals—"

"SHUT IT!"