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[#177] THE GREAT MOCHI BATTLE (HAIKYUU!!)
Theme Prompt: #177 - Nemesis
Title: The Great Mochi Battle
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating/Warnings: T
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Kuroo and Daishou fight over a box of mochi in a grocery store like the adults they are.
Kuroo had never viewed himself as overly combative or aggressive.
He got along with his teammates, including the more difficult ones like Yaku, and while he occasionally lost himself in the heat of a match, there was a glaring difference between that and his private life. As much as he cursed and raged at Fukurodani’s ace Bokuto when he had to face him on a volleyball court, he didn’t mind going to fun fairs and festivals with him.
They weren’t enemies. Their sports-related rivalry didn’t have to affect their friendship. That was a childish black-and-white way of seeing the world. As an adult, he knew better.
Still, there was one guy who continued to challenge that mature mindset of his.
“What the hell are you doing here?”, Kuroo gnashed his teeth, white-knuckled hands gripping the handles of his shopping cart as he shook with frustration. He didn’t have to look aside to know that Kenma had fumbled his phone out of his pocket to play another round of Doodle Jump.
Tokyo was the largest city in the world. How did the stars align in such an unlucky way to make him meet the slimiest, most obnoxious person he knew in a grocery store of all places?
“I could ask you the same. Long time no see, Kuroo. I see your hair still looks as shitty as ever.”
“My hair looks perfect the way it is,” Kuroo shot back in a sharp voice, pointing a finger at his archenemy. “At least I can style my hair but there’s nothing you can do about your ugly face.”
“Kuroo, please,” Kenma whispered but it was drowned out by the bouncing noises of his game character and the general bustle inside the store. A few strangers, elders and moms mostly, had started to punish them with judging looks but the majority pretended they didn’t exist.
“Maybe, one day you’ll be able to afford a mirror. I hope the shock won’t blow you away.”
Kuroo swallowed the torrent of insults that wanted to burst out of him and took a deep breath to calm himself. Kenma was right. This was childish. He would make a fool out of himself if he continued to bite whenever Daishou threw out his slimy hook. Ignore him, just ignore him.
He was almost finished with his shopping trip anyway. The only product missing from his imaginary list was a box of red bean mochi. Despite their simple taste, they were always sold out for one reason or another so he’d been looking forward to buying them again after two weeks.
With a huff and without sparing his nemesis a single glance to not fall for his provocations again, he reached out for the box on the shelf to his left. He was calm and at peace until another pair of long fingers brushed his, making him jolt and whip his head up in horror.
Daishou squinted at him if one could call it squinting with how his snake eyes always looked.
“Let go. I saw it first.” He’d been overjoyed to spot the last box on the shelf. If that bastard hadn’t distracted him with his presence, he could’ve called himself a proud mochi owner by now.
“Nah, it’s mine. You’re too slow, kitty cat.” Daishou picked up the box, fastening his grip on it as Kuroo grabbed the other end. It led to a fierce game of tug and war, not unlike the kind he’d played against his classmates in preschool, just that he couldn’t afford to lose this time. This wasn’t a game. He would not leave this store without taking what was rightfully his.
“You did this on purpose, you ass!” Fury pooled in his stomach as his eyes landed on several boxes of candy in the bastard’s cart, including mochi in several flavors, one more disgusting than the other. “If you eat all that, you’ll get fat. I hope you do.” He’d laugh at the image of a fat snake if his facial muscles weren’t strained in an effort to keep his hands on the box.
“Ack! Then I hope you step on a million Lego pieces.”
Kuroo’s scowl deepened. So they were playing this game, huh? Fine.
“I hope your nose starts itching when you’re carrying something heavy.”
“I hope your sleeves fall down while you’re cleaning the dishes.”
“I hope you get shampoo in your eyes when you’re washing your greasy hair.”
“I hope you get diarrhea for a week and run out of toilet paper.”
“Suguru-kun, that’s gross.”
Daishou jumped like he’d walked straight into an electric fence before peering down at the dainty girl that had snuck up on his side. Despite her stern words, she was giggling behind her hand, making Daishou flush several shades of red. Kuroo had never felt so much glee.
“I’m sorry about him,” the girl said in an angelic voice, still smiling as she did a little bow.
“I’m sorry about my guy too,” Kenma replied without looking up, unable to notice Kuroo’s glare.
While he was debating whether he should be happy about winning the insult battle or mad about his box still sitting in the snake bastard’s hands, a middle-aged woman wearing a classic store uniform walked up to them with a pallet of, you guessed it, red bean mochi.
“I still had to price those,” she explained with a quick nod. “I apologize for the bother.”
“It’s fine,” Kuroo muttered as he took one box from the pallet, not sure if he still wanted it.
“Let’s go now. My Twitch stream starts at eight.” Kenma tugged at the hem of his shirt after putting his phone away. His pale cheeks also had a slight flush to them. Kuroo sighed. Why did this always happen to him whenever he ran into his nemesis? The dude must be cursed.
At least he had his mochi now, he thought as they approached the checkout.
Their shopping trip, stressful or not, had still been a success.
Title: The Great Mochi Battle
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating/Warnings: T
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Kuroo and Daishou fight over a box of mochi in a grocery store like the adults they are.
Kuroo had never viewed himself as overly combative or aggressive.
He got along with his teammates, including the more difficult ones like Yaku, and while he occasionally lost himself in the heat of a match, there was a glaring difference between that and his private life. As much as he cursed and raged at Fukurodani’s ace Bokuto when he had to face him on a volleyball court, he didn’t mind going to fun fairs and festivals with him.
They weren’t enemies. Their sports-related rivalry didn’t have to affect their friendship. That was a childish black-and-white way of seeing the world. As an adult, he knew better.
Still, there was one guy who continued to challenge that mature mindset of his.
“What the hell are you doing here?”, Kuroo gnashed his teeth, white-knuckled hands gripping the handles of his shopping cart as he shook with frustration. He didn’t have to look aside to know that Kenma had fumbled his phone out of his pocket to play another round of Doodle Jump.
Tokyo was the largest city in the world. How did the stars align in such an unlucky way to make him meet the slimiest, most obnoxious person he knew in a grocery store of all places?
“I could ask you the same. Long time no see, Kuroo. I see your hair still looks as shitty as ever.”
“My hair looks perfect the way it is,” Kuroo shot back in a sharp voice, pointing a finger at his archenemy. “At least I can style my hair but there’s nothing you can do about your ugly face.”
“Kuroo, please,” Kenma whispered but it was drowned out by the bouncing noises of his game character and the general bustle inside the store. A few strangers, elders and moms mostly, had started to punish them with judging looks but the majority pretended they didn’t exist.
“Maybe, one day you’ll be able to afford a mirror. I hope the shock won’t blow you away.”
Kuroo swallowed the torrent of insults that wanted to burst out of him and took a deep breath to calm himself. Kenma was right. This was childish. He would make a fool out of himself if he continued to bite whenever Daishou threw out his slimy hook. Ignore him, just ignore him.
He was almost finished with his shopping trip anyway. The only product missing from his imaginary list was a box of red bean mochi. Despite their simple taste, they were always sold out for one reason or another so he’d been looking forward to buying them again after two weeks.
With a huff and without sparing his nemesis a single glance to not fall for his provocations again, he reached out for the box on the shelf to his left. He was calm and at peace until another pair of long fingers brushed his, making him jolt and whip his head up in horror.
Daishou squinted at him if one could call it squinting with how his snake eyes always looked.
“Let go. I saw it first.” He’d been overjoyed to spot the last box on the shelf. If that bastard hadn’t distracted him with his presence, he could’ve called himself a proud mochi owner by now.
“Nah, it’s mine. You’re too slow, kitty cat.” Daishou picked up the box, fastening his grip on it as Kuroo grabbed the other end. It led to a fierce game of tug and war, not unlike the kind he’d played against his classmates in preschool, just that he couldn’t afford to lose this time. This wasn’t a game. He would not leave this store without taking what was rightfully his.
“You did this on purpose, you ass!” Fury pooled in his stomach as his eyes landed on several boxes of candy in the bastard’s cart, including mochi in several flavors, one more disgusting than the other. “If you eat all that, you’ll get fat. I hope you do.” He’d laugh at the image of a fat snake if his facial muscles weren’t strained in an effort to keep his hands on the box.
“Ack! Then I hope you step on a million Lego pieces.”
Kuroo’s scowl deepened. So they were playing this game, huh? Fine.
“I hope your nose starts itching when you’re carrying something heavy.”
“I hope your sleeves fall down while you’re cleaning the dishes.”
“I hope you get shampoo in your eyes when you’re washing your greasy hair.”
“I hope you get diarrhea for a week and run out of toilet paper.”
“Suguru-kun, that’s gross.”
Daishou jumped like he’d walked straight into an electric fence before peering down at the dainty girl that had snuck up on his side. Despite her stern words, she was giggling behind her hand, making Daishou flush several shades of red. Kuroo had never felt so much glee.
“I’m sorry about him,” the girl said in an angelic voice, still smiling as she did a little bow.
“I’m sorry about my guy too,” Kenma replied without looking up, unable to notice Kuroo’s glare.
While he was debating whether he should be happy about winning the insult battle or mad about his box still sitting in the snake bastard’s hands, a middle-aged woman wearing a classic store uniform walked up to them with a pallet of, you guessed it, red bean mochi.
“I still had to price those,” she explained with a quick nod. “I apologize for the bother.”
“It’s fine,” Kuroo muttered as he took one box from the pallet, not sure if he still wanted it.
“Let’s go now. My Twitch stream starts at eight.” Kenma tugged at the hem of his shirt after putting his phone away. His pale cheeks also had a slight flush to them. Kuroo sighed. Why did this always happen to him whenever he ran into his nemesis? The dude must be cursed.
At least he had his mochi now, he thought as they approached the checkout.
Their shopping trip, stressful or not, had still been a success.
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KARASUNO FLY!
Although, naturally, if I were on a team, I'd be on Nekoma. Hehehe.
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Right there with you, on the crap at sports! But gosh, Haikyuu!! really did great things for giving the audience so many great characters and fleshing them out so well. Pretty much everyone in the show for more than an episode just really comes alive, right?
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I may be a little obsessed 😆
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