Y/n's pov
"Dad, you really need to work on your Japanese," I say. "It's terrible."
"My Japanese is fine, what are you talking about?" he asks grabbing a cookie from the cookie jar on the cafe counter. "My Japanese is perfect, you better not lose your Korean talking all this Japanese."
"How about the both of you stop eating all the sweets," my mom says. "You know that Hoshiko and her son are going to be here soon and those are his favourite cookies."
"You can't fool me," I say. "Wakatoshi doesn't even like cookies. We can eat all the cookies we want to."
"Yeah, justice for us," my dad says attempting to grab another cookie only for his hand to be smacked away by dear mother. "God, I love it when you pretend to not like me."
"You guys sicken me," I say. "Gross, I want to bleach my eyes."
"You'll find some poor soul to torment too," she says.
"Nah," I say. "All the guys at my school are ugly anyway."
"You gotta go find a guy in a gym," my dad says. "You'll find a guy there, go and try."
"I'm not going shopping for a boyfriend," I say. "I don't need a boyfriend."
"Come on Y/n, you're eighteen years old and you've never even kissed someone," my dad laughs, loudly. "You're a loser."
"I am not," I say. "I am just doing my school, you're the loser. And I've kissed a guy, remember that guy with the bed head, Kuroo? I kissed him."
"Hoshiko," my mother nods her head. "It's always nice to see you."
Ah yes, the scary women always love to socialize together.
"Marigold," she nods her head. "Likewise. Y/n, how are you?"
"I'm good," I nod my head. "Nice to see you too. How's life been? I bet you missed me."
"We saw you yesterday," Waktoshi says.
"And I know you missed me," I say. "So Wakatoshi, walk with me, talk with me, we need to catch up."
Truth be told, I don't need to do boyfriend shopping because I'm sure to always have my besties browsing the market for me.
"I suppose you want to know if I've had any luck in finding you a boyfriend, am I correct?" he asks the moment we leave the cafe.
"You are," I nod my head. "So tell me, have you found anyone worth my while?"
"No," he says.
"Really?" I ask. "No one, no one at all? No guys that are even a little bit okay?"
"Well... A new teammate, Kageyama his name was, mentioned that one of his former teammates had a thing for dinosaurs..."
"I'm sold, take me to him right now," I say. "Right now, I need to see this man."
"He works at Sendai museum," he says.
"Okay, let's go," I say. "To the museum, I need to meet my future husband."
"I'll drop you off."
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Okay, I'm bored, I don't even know which guy he was talking about. I also didn't think about how I could possibly start a conversation.
"That's an Ankylosaurus," a guy says.
"Ah, so that's how you pronounce it," I nod my head. "I've been trying to figure that out for the past ten minutes."
"What, can't read?" he asks.
"I can read," I say turning to him. "Maybe you can't read, four eyes."
"Clearly better than you can," he shakes his head.
"Triceratops," I read off the wall. "See, I can read."
"That one there," he points. "Read it."
"That's just a fancy turtle," I say.
"Read the fancy turtles name then," he says.
"No fair, that's like the hardest thing to pronounce," I say.
"Or you're just stupid," he says.
"What am I going to get out of this anyway?" I ask. "Hmm?"
"Allaeochelys," he says. "That's how you say it."
"Run that by me again," I say.
"Allaeochelys," he says, slowly this time.
"Stupid name," I scoff.
"So you can't say it," he shakes his head.
"Okay, and?" I ask. "At least... At least my names not..."
"Here," he quickly scribbles out his name on a scrap piece of paper. "Read it."
"Tsukishima... Oh no fair," I say. "You can read your first name two different ways."
"It is fair, it's my name," he scoffs. "So?"
"Hmm..." I pause. "What do I get if I pick the right one?"
"Nothing," he shrugs.
"Then I don't want to play," I say.
"You'll get a conversation," he says. "If that's what you're here for."
"What are you here for... Kei?" I ask.
"Guess you won," he says. "What made you go with that one?"
"Don't know," I shrug. "You just look like Kei I guess, a Tsukishima Kei."
"Hmm," he nods his head.
"So what brings you to the museum?" I ask. "You tryna pick up a girl?"
"Maybe," he shrugs. "But one that could read."
"I can read," I say.
"Mhm," he nods his head. "Totally."
"You are terrible at picking up girls," I say. "Garbage."
"I'm not trying to pick up girls," he scoffs.
"Well you clearly are, so I think I should tell you that I'm fifteen years old," I say looking up at him.
"Oh, I... Um, I'm sorry," he says. "I... I should-."
"Proof you were tryna pick me up," I laugh. "You wouldn't have gotten all weird like that. Oh, I'm definitely not fifteen."
"I..." he pauses again.
"You want to see my ID?" I ask to which he stays silent. "Here."
I shake my head, handing him my ID.
"Not fifteen," he nods his head, handing my ID back.
"So what?" I ask. "You're like thirty?"
"I am not thirty, I'm the same age as you," he says.
"So... You tryna pick up girls the same age as yourself?" I ask rolling back onto the heels of my feet.
"You are terrible at trying to pick up guys," he says. "it's kinda sad."
"Hey, I came here looking for a date," I say. "And instead of talking to my date, I spook to you."
"And who is your date?" he asks, quirking a brow. "Did you get stood up?"
"Well he doesn't know that we're going on a date," I say. "So it's fine."
"Great, of course, I had to talk to the crazy one," he shakes his head.
"I'm not crazy," I say.
"So who is this you're stalking?" he asks.
"I am not stalking," I say. "I've never even seen him before, I just heard he like dinosaurs and that he used to go to school with some guy named Kageyama."
"Weird," Tsukishima shakes his head.
-fives months later-
"So you were the guy I was supposed to be stalking all those months ago," I say smoking his arm.
"Did I miss something?" Kageyama asks.
"You went to school with Kei?" I ask.
"Yeah," he nods his head. "What about it?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.
"Because," Kei says. "I didn't have to."
"Hoe," I say shoving his arm.
"Hey, calm down," he says taking my hand. "Don't need to argue before I meet your parents right?"
"Yeah, whatever," I say.
School is shit and I'm behind lol. Hate my life at this moment.
-Crouton