Sunset Muse

1: Rewind

A/N: It's been a while! Although I haven't been up to date with Haikyuu in a long while, I thought it would be nice to write up an alternative story between the reader and Tadashi of 'Splash of Color'. If this is your cup of tea, strap yourselves in and come along for the ride! I'm excited to share another story with you all <3

As of 10/11/2020: I transferred part of the 'Tadashi' chapter from another story (Splash of Color) to provide a background on what was happening in different perspectives without having to switch books! Some new inputs near the end for those who have read it before but not much changes!

As of 9/04/2021: I edited the chapters and removed the Japanese honorifics - I'm quite ignorant in using it and felt it was best to not use it since I'm most likely using it incorrectly.

A wave of calmness passes through you as you take in the view before you. The sun had just started to set, and the blend of yellows, oranges, and reds, painted over the sky as if it were a canvas itself. Who would've thought that before the beginning of your second year in high school, you'd find a perfect spot to see the sunset.

Your fingers leaf through the pages of your sketchbook, in a short reminiscence of your works before ending on a fresh page. As you reach your fresh page, you're filled with a spark of inspiration at the scene before you.

However, your strike of inspiration is cut short as your ears picked up on footsteps coming your way, the crunch of the grass pulling you out of your thoughts.

Lifting your gaze up from your sketchbook and turning your attention to the sound of footsteps, you notice a guy who seemed to be around your age, staring at you with a blank look on his face.

You return the favor, staring back while trying to process why he was just standing there. A beat passed. It was starting to feel a little awkward, as the both of you were just looking at one another for a moment too long.

Wondering if you should speak up first, the guy in front of you finally breaks the ice.

"...Ah, I guess someone else found this spot pretty great too." He looked almost shy as his hand reached up behind him to rub the back of his neck, looking away from you for a moment. His eyes glanced over at the view, as a silent way to refer to the appeal of the place you were both in. He lets out a quiet sigh before looking back at you, shooting you a sheepish smile.

Wordlessly, you blink up at him before shifting in your spot as an invitation to say that he is free to join you if he wants to. "There's room for one more if you like." You pat the empty seat beside you before your eyes catch onto his art materials poking out of his back and point towards it. "You wanted to draw here too right?"

You pick up at how his eyes light up at your suggestion and the crooked grin he sends you before he made his way over to the spot you gestured to him.

He plops down next to you, and you shoot him a grin of your own as you reorganize the art materials you shifted to the side to make room for him. As you busied yourself with putting some of your materials aside, you recall that you don't know his name.

Your head turns slightly to the side, looking to see if he was all settled so you could ask. But as you noticed him setting up his sketchbook and materials, you got sidetracked and couldn't help but curiously glance over at his open sketchbook, in hopes that you could take a little peek at what his art style was and what kinds of things he drew. You knew it was nosy of you to do, so you tried to do it as discreetly as possible.

"Is there something wrong?" He picks up on it right away, turning to face you with his full attention. Thankfully, he didn't look the slightest bit put off by your action. Rather, he looked to you with eyes with equal parts confusion but also curiosity.