Most Unfortunate - Haikyuu Daichi X Reader ?

Kiyoko and my lunching's have become regular.

Other than us eating together and studying, we share many classes and so with my short amount of time spent here, we have managed to get pretty close. I can definitely call her a friend.

We are usually together most breaks. Other than Wednesdays.

Lunch on this day is strictly dubbed 'Weeby Wednesdays'. My siblings and I all sit together at this special picnic bench outside, just on the edge of the main field. Though this usually ends up being an exception to Hinata, which is now labelled Cheeto and Kagayama, now named Kagz, accompanying us for our 'not so exclusive' lunch date.

I look down at what could be described as a lunch sculpted to perfection, a cute, picture-perfect Bento box. But alas, my apatite is lacking of sorts. Which resulted in me poking at my food, making a mess of my creation. I let out a long sigh, shoulders slumped.

"Why are you so tired this early in the day? We haven't even had mathematics yet." Kiyoko says, a matter of fact.

I shake my head. "I didn't sleep well again." I say, as if on cue. A yawn worked its way out, tears gathering in my eyes. Kiyoko scolds me and my poor sleeping habits, and something about prioritizing more sleep over reading books.

Ridiculous.

Smiling at her motherly antics I attempt to rub the sleepiness from my eyes. Only when I've removed my hands, I'm met with a familiar silver-haired boy. He looked as though stars were twinkling around him, like an aura of light as he shot me a pearly white grin...

Or maybe I rubbed my eyes too hard.

"Heya Suga." I say, returning his smile. He takes a seat on the ground next to Kiyoko and I.

We like to sit up at the top of the main building since people don't come up here much. It's pretty quiet, other than the occasional new couple looking for a secluded place to suck face. We have managed to see a handful of spicy make-out sessions.

Dinner and a show.

Suga leans over and eyes my unloved food. "You haven't touched your lunch (Y/N)?" He says, sending me mildly concerned eyes, attempting to disguise his underlying query of, 'Can I eat that?'

I sigh again, still tired, still not hungry.

"Obviously. I dunno, I'm just not feeling it today. Not that hungry." I groan, sending the lowkey drooling Suga a side glance. "Do you want any? It will just go in the bin otherwise." I say putting the boy out of his misery.

He respectfully accepts the food, failing epically at concealing his excitement as he chows down. 'I guess Volleyball players have big appetites.'

Our small posse exchange words, topics so haphazard I swear someone was pulling them out of a randomizer hat. "Mmm, You're a really good cook (N/N). What did you do to these eggs?" Suga asks before shovelling in more of the food.

"Cook it." I sass him.

This caused a small giggle from Kiyoko as Suga does the same, only to cough on his mouth full of stir-fry. This only further adding to our entertainment, as us girls wheeze from laughter as the boy tries to keep his grip on life.

Poor Suga.

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We all laugh and make our way down the hall, carrying our school supplies for our next subject. 'Literature.' It so happens our dynamic trio are all in the same class, however now that I'm thinking about it, this may be dangerous and counterproductive.