Haikyuu Red Hair Guy Novels & Stories

I don't have to justify my actions with him or anyone else. He looks up, startled and the blush is back. "I'm sorry," he says softly and pulls his beanie off his head, revealing a shock of red hair. The color reminds me of Carrottop. But Rowen is much more attractive than the red-headed comedian. "I'm not meaning to sound judgmental or anything. I know there is such a thing as groupies. But I've never actually met one, I guess. You're just so different than I imagined."

Suddenly Nicarr and Laurel squealed beside her, “Look Akari, there’s Nikolai!” Sure enough, Nikolai stepped out behind Haggoz, showing off for the crowd, his long, golden-red hair streaming to his shoulders and his brown skin gleaming in the sun. All of the werewolves seemed to have hair that was either blond or some shade of red, but Nikolai's hair was particularly thick and wavy and his eyes, like all of his people, were catlike and slanted. Not that Akari could see Nikolai's eyes from where she was sitting, but that handsome face had leaned over her as recently as the night before, and she felt her belly turn hot at the sight of him now.

Han was making inside. He was tall, handsome in a unique way. He looked like a model just by first glance. His hair was the most perfect thing I've seen so far. It was blonde and it fit him well. I haven't seen anyone who killed blonde color talk more of a man. A random man in Korea, but maybe he wasn't a random man. "Do you mean that?" I asked, still stunned by what he said.

“ I need him so I can annul the so-called marriage.” Jake sighed. “Fine. Bring it tomorrow.” he said and ended the call. I stared out the car window at the passing city lights. A lot was bothering me, and at that moment the masked guy wasn’t the only thing bothering me. There was another pattern in my life that I had never really questioned before. The Redheads. Every single guy I had been with in the past years had one thing in common. The same hair color. It wasn’t intentional at first.

Mama G stepped in, and behind her stood someone new. “This here’s Red,” she announced. “New muscle. Be nice.” The man behind her didn’t look like the usual bouncers—no dead-eyed stare, no swollen neck straining a polo shirt. Red had dyed crimson hair in a sharp buzz cut, and his face was a map of silver—piercings in his brow, his lip, and both ears. Tattoos peeked out from the sleeves of his hoodie. His eyes weren’t cold black like the others. They were a pale blue, watching the room like he was sizing up more than threats.

“Is that why you have colored your hair?” He hitched a breath as his hand flew to his head. “How do you know it’s colored?” “Because a little bit of red is showing.” “Then I suppose it’s time to color it again. And yes, that’s why I colored it—because I’m a redheaded spy working for the Prince Regent.” “A redhead, huh?” He shrugged one shoulder. “Dark auburn, really.” She smiled. “You know I won’t say anything.” He caressed her cheek. “I know.”

The red haired guy said . " He will die.... I am sure...." The green haired guy said to his leader. The other members agreed with him. " Fighter...." The red haired guy called. A guy puffed with muscles all over his body came towards him with an evil grin. He had a bald head and his muscle veins were popped out as it showed his strength. He stood infront of kalham with a sneer as he saw how small kalham was infront of him. Hewas taller than kalham.

They looked happy and perfect together as they were lost in some conversation with the young men standing before them with their backs on me. All I could tell about these men was that one of them had hair as dark as the ace of spade while the other had this coral red hair. "I'll be taking her. I think she has what I need. Her kind is hard to find." The red haired gentleman said, slightly glancing back at the cage. Our gazes snagged as he glanced over his shoulders, I couldn't tell much but I could tell from looking at him he was somewhat interested in the cage. Or was it me?

The situation was strange and utterly confusing. For a man claiming to be Cassian’s friend, Jack Harris had an appearance that could almost be mistaken for welcoming. His short, reddish hair was slightly tousled, likely from the strong winds outside the mansion. His intense brown eyes watched my every move with keen attention. The only hint of his age was the few gray strands mixed with his vibrant orange hair and the thick beard covering his jawline. “You shouldn’t be here, Mr. Harris,” though Harry tried to sound cordial with the redheaded man before me, his gaze and tone betrayed his clear disapproval.

Now I’ll just have them take me to Ana- Hidi’s thoughts were stalled as the person coming came into view. They were down away, but Hidi could see their hair color from where she was. Hidi felt her spine stiffen a little by it but kept her composure. Red hair could have met anything. Humans could have red hair, though rare -the Bulgeons, for example, because of all the mixed breeding. So it didn’t mean they were a- The person coming up must have spotted her because his step quicken. He seemed to become excited at the sight. His long robes trailed behind him as he strode forward.