#how dare they disrespect haruka's salad

[confusedpandabear]

for prompts,, can we get some jealous!haru back up in here (please)?

AH forgot to post this with your question, sorry anon. I hope you like it!

HaruGou: Drabbles By Confused Panda Bear Chapter 38: No Idea About Me & You Read it below or on AO3.

Kou doesn’t want anyone to know about them yet, and Haru gets it. 

It’s not like she wants to keep them a secret, she just wants to keep it a secret from Rin, because it’s better to wait until the right moment, she says—to break the news to him gently—preferably over a Zoom call when he’s fucked off back to Australia, where he can’t hurt anyone unless he gets on a plane to Japan or swims across the Pacific ocean.

At first, Haru’s cool with it. Whatever. Their business is no one else’s business, and he’s not one for public displays of affection, nor has any form of social media that requires him to update his status to ‘in a relationship’ anyway.

But sometimes, he thinks that maybe they should come clean for convenience’s sake—and, selfishly, for his own sanity—because it sure as hell would make his life a lot easier than it was right now.

Kou is pretty, he’s known that since they were kids, but now she’s fucking hot, so much so that it was almost guaranteed that she’d be the sole recipient of male attention everywhere she went and it drives him near enough insane.

“Matsuoka Gou isn’t dating anyone, is she? If not I'd like to tap that,” Idiot #1 says as they’re lining up next to him with their lunch trays, and Haru wants to take his own and smack him around the head with it. 

“As far as I know, she isn’t,” Idiot #2 replies. “Kouji asked her out the other week. She said she isn’t seeing anyone, but she’s not that interested in dating right now,” and Haru’s jaw hurts from gritting his teeth too hard. 

Yeah, fuck Kouji, whoever the hell he is.

He has half a mind to track the guy down and tell him that he has Kou’s underwear in his pocket from when he had her bent over the clubroom table earlier that day.

But it’s not random members of the public that Kou is so concerned about—she mostly doesn’t want their friends to know just yet, in case one of them happens to slip up in front of her brother too.

Not long after they got together, she starts a part-time job at Yamazaki Sousuke’s family restaurant, because her mother's a single parent and Rin’s continent-hopping isn’t cheap.

Haru finds himself eating there most days she worked because…the food is good? He supposed? Even though they don’t serve mackerel but Kou is always telling him he needs to eat all of his food groups anyway. 

He’s there with the guys getting a late lunch and there’s another set of Idiots on the table opposite theirs, psyching each other up to hit on the new waitress and he’s livid but he can’t really do anything about it.

“God, she’s so cute.”

“Yeah, I come here at least once a week just to look at her.”

“I’m gonna ask for her number.”

“Go for it, man!”

Kou emerges from the kitchen, balancing two plates on her arm and another in the other hand and is heading towards their table. 

The one bold enough to dare breathe in her presence notices and starts messing with his hair.

“Okay, one beef-culet meal with rice and two chicken curries,” Kou smiles as she sets the steaming dishes down in front of them. “Anything else I can get you?”

“Maybe the pretty waitress’ phone number?” Head Idiot says and Haru slams his cutlery down onto the table.

Seriously?

Right in front of his salad?!

He’s out of his seat and crossing over to theirs before he can think it through.

There’s a dark and ominous shadow looming over his face.

“Hey. I think you should leave the waitress alone and concentrate on eating your food.”

Idiot stands and squares up to him, and Haru is pleased that he’s at least a couple of inches shorter than he is.

“And who the hell are you?”

“I’m her boyfriend,” Haru says bluntly, and Idiot and his merry band of other Idiots look so crestfallen that he relishes in their sunken expressions.

Meanwhile, the entire restaurant has fallen silent, save Nagisa slapping Makoto on the arm and whispering: “I told you so!” and Makoto sighing and handing him a 2000 yen bill. 

(He’s also pretty sure Sousuke behind the bar is texting Rin, but they’ll have to deal with that later).

The following week, they have a joint practice at Samezuka, and thankfully Rin isn’t there by order of Ai who has barricaded him in his room. 

Kou is on the pool deck trying to have a purely professional conversation with their captain, whose intentions—at least from where Haru is standing—are quite clearly unprofessional in comparison. 

“So, what are your plans after this?” he asks, confirming this theory. “Wanna go get something to eat together?”

Kou’s smile dampens a bit but then it comes back, bright and proud and reaching all the way to her ears.

“Sorry,” she says, “I have a boyfriend,” and Haru smirks. 

Damn fucking right she does.