Pairings: OsaYachi, AtsuHina
Rating: G
Word count: 3.5k
Summary: Hinata’s date stands him up. Complaining to Yachi, she can do nothing except hope his day improves… until her boyfriend, Osamu, comes up with a plan. Atsumu is perfectly willing to rush to a last-minute date, if it’s Hinata who’ll be there.
Written for @nen-k0, for @hqvalentineexchange! I hope you like it, managed to get OsaYachi in there, really enjoyed writing this!
Hitoka frowns at her phone. Shouyo hadn’t exactly been overexcited for this date, but the guy had seemed interested and not obviously a creep, so she and Tadashi had encouraged him to go for it. It’s not like boyfriends just pop up out of nowhere, after all, and she wanted to be supportive and if Shouyo wanted a boyfriend (which, he’d uncharacteristically told the two of them in a very meek manner, he did. He thought so, anyway).
Judging by the texts, it looks like he hasn’t turned up. There could be loads of reasons for that! Traffic, a random emergency but… Apparently, Shouyo has heard nothing at all.
Hitoka sighs heavily. Osamu, only just entering the room, raises his eyebrow. He doesn’t even have to ask.
“So I said about Shouyo– Hinata,” she adds, at the glimpse of confusion she spies. Osamu nods, sitting himself down next to her, their arms brushing. “Well, he—and please don’t tell anyone—he got a date with this one guy, and he’s gone but the guy hasn’t turned up!”
Osamu hums, leaning into her to look at the texts himself. Hitoka can’t help but blush, tilting the phone so it’s easier for him to see. They’ve only been living together for a few months, and it’s still surprising when he gets close to her; most of the time she hardly believes she’s got such a nice boyfriend. Shimizu tells her off when she tells her that she thinks that though, so she tries not to. How on earth she ever got lucky enough for this, she actually doesn’t know.
But this isn’t about her, right now, she has a friend in need! She’s about to suggest waiting just a little longer then coming over here for dinner instead, when Osamu plucks her phone out of her hands.
“Wait, Miya-kun–!” Hitoka starts, reaching for her phone once more. Osamu catches both her hands in one of his (they are huge, his hands, she could look at them for hours. She digresses).
“It’s Osamu, Hitoka-chan. And I think I can sort this, I just need Hinata to hold on for a while.”
“Sorry,” Hitoka adds. She’s trying, she really is. It’s just… difficult. It had taken three years with Shouyo. Two with Tadashi. She still hasn’t really mustered the courage to use Tsukishima’s or Kageyama’s first names yet, and she’s not sure she ever will. Osamu squeezes her hands in wordless forgiveness as he types awkwardly with the other. Hitoka takes a breath and squashes herself into his side to see what he’s typing, but he holds it away from her.
“You’ll see in a minute,” he remarks instead. Hitoka finally clocks the other part of his sentence.
“Wait, what do you mean, Miya– Osamu-kun,” she hastily corrects. He quirks a brief smile, so it’s definitely worth it. “How can you sort it? I was going to say he could come over here if the man doesn’t turn up, but that would be such a shame, Shouyo put so much effort into it, and he was really nervous about it! I hadn’t seen him as nervous about anything other than volleyball…”
“You have a moping friend, who happens to be male. I have a mopey gay brother. Between the two of us, this could solve two problems.”
