#(And I don't want the volleyball anime fans being disappointed)

[dailynakaharachuuya]

(Not really art but I have some nendoroid photos!!)

SKK with their son Oikawa, who is telling them the wonders of volleyball (They don't understand)

SKK Mermaid AU

[kiesbrainjuice]

— SPACE SONG ! kenma kozume

syn : your boyfriend is rather distant because of his streams but make it up to you

wc : 3.4k

tw : angst, smut, fluff, timeskip!kenma, afab!reader, ruined orgasm, missionary then cowgirl, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, reader get drunk (not during smut)

Kenma Kozume, once a skilled setter for the Nekoma High School volleyball team, had transformed his passion for gaming into a lucrative career. His YouTube channel and Twitch streams boasted millions of subscribers, eagerly tuning in to watch his expert gameplay and witty commentary. His fame had skyrocketed, leading to numerous sponsorship deals with major gaming companies, each vying for his endorsement of their latest releases.

You stood in the doorway of Kenma's state-of-the-art gaming room, watching your boyfriend of nearly a year as he sat hunched over his setup. The glow of multiple monitors illuminated his face, his cat-like eyes darting across the screens as his fingers danced over the keyboard and mouse. You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness, despite being in the same room.

"Kenma," you called softly, careful not to disrupt his stream. "Do you have a minute?"

Without taking his eyes off the game, Kenma responded in a low voice, "Not now. I'm in the middle of a crucial match."

You sighed, used to this response but still disappointed. "I was hoping we could talk about our plans for the weekend. Maybe go out somewhere?"

Kenma's brow furrowed slightly, more from concentration on the game than your question. "This weekend? I have a sponsored stream for that new MMORPG. It's a big deal."

"But we haven't had a proper date in weeks," you protested, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice.

Kenma paused for a split second, his character on screen momentarily idle. He glanced at you, his expression a mix of guilt and irritation. "Look, I know it's been busy lately. The channel's growing faster than ever, and I can't pass up these opportunities."

He turned back to the game, his fingers resuming their frantic pace. "Do you want something? Use my credit card as you like, buy anything. And don't disturb my work hours," he added, his tone indifferent as he refocused on the live match.

You felt a lump forming in your throat. "It's not about the money, Kenma. I just want to spend time with you."

But Kenma was already back in his gaming world, his microphone reactivated as he called out strategies to his teammates. You knew he wouldn't respond now, not with tens of thousands of viewers watching his every move.

As you turned to leave the room, you caught a glimpse of the chat flying by on one of the monitors. Fans were speculating about Kenma's personal life, some wondering if he was single. You remembered the conversation where Kenma had asked to keep your relationship private, fearing the impact it might have on his career and your privacy.

Now, standing alone in the hallway of your shared apartment, you couldn't help but wonder if there was room for you in Kenma's life of pixels and paychecks. The sound of his voice, animated and engaged with his audience, drifted from the room behind you, a stark contrast to the quiet, disinterested tone he had used with you moments ago.

You made your way to the kitchen, your footsteps heavy with disappointment. The sleek, modern appliances and granite countertops that had once excited you now felt cold and impersonal. As you leaned against the kitchen island, the emotions you'd been holding back finally broke through.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and you covered your mouth to muffle the sound of your sobs. The last thing you wanted was for Kenma to hear you crying over his livestream. The contrast between the enthusiastic voice coming from his gaming room and the silence of the kitchen where you stood alone was painfully stark.

With shaking hands, you pulled out your phone and opened your group chat with your closest friends.

You: Hey guys. Anyone up for going out tonight? I really need to get out of the house.

Ami: What's wrong? Everything okay with you and Kenma?

Yuki: I'm free! Let's hit that new club downtown. You sound like you could use a girls' night out.

Hana: Count me in. We'll cheer you up!

You: Thanks, girls. I just... I need a distraction. Things have been tough lately.

Ami: Say no more. We've got your back. Meet at my place at 9?

You: Sounds perfect. I'll be there.

You wiped your eyes, feeling a small sense of relief. At least you had friends who cared and were there for you. As you headed to the bedroom to get ready, you could still hear Kenma's voice, now punctuated by occasional laughter and excitement over some in-game achievement.

"I'm going out," you called out, knowing he probably wouldn't respond or even notice your absence.

As expected, there was no reply. You sighed, picked out an outfit that made you feel confident, and started getting ready. The night out with your friends wouldn't solve the underlying issues in your relationship, but at least it would provide a temporary escape from the loneliness that had become all too familiar in your shared apartment.

As you applied your makeup, carefully concealing the evidence of your tears, you couldn't help but wonder how long you could continue like this – loving someone who seemed to exist more in the digital world than in the real one beside you.

–

As you arrived at Ami's place, your phone buzzed with a message. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw it was from Kenma.

Kenma: Where are you?

You hesitated for a moment before replying.

You: I'm out with the girls. Told you I was leaving.

Kenma: Oh. When will you be back?

You: Not sure. Don't wait up.

You stared at your phone, half-hoping he'd say something more, express concern, or ask you to come home. But no further messages came.

"Everything okay?" Ami asked, noticing your frown.

You forced a smile. "Yeah, just Kenma checking in. Let's go have some fun."

The four of you piled into a taxi, the excitement of a night out slowly lifting your spirits. As you approached the club, the pulsing beats could be heard even from the street.

"This is exactly what you need," Yuki said, linking her arm with yours. "A night to forget about everything and just dance."

The club was packed, bodies moving in sync with the music. The DJ was skilled, mixing tracks that kept the energy high. You and your friends found a spot on the dance floor, and for the first time in weeks, you felt yourself start to relax.

As you danced, the rhythm pulsing through your body, you tried to push thoughts of Kenma aside. But every now and then, you'd catch yourself checking your phone, hoping to see a message from him.

Hana noticed and gently took your phone. "Hey, tonight is about you, okay? Let's live in the moment."

You nodded, grateful for your friends' support. The night continued, a blur of dancing, laughter, and overpriced cocktails. For hours, you lost yourself in the music and the company of your friends.

It was nearly 2 AM when you stumbled out of the club, your feet aching but your heart lighter than it had been in months.

"Thank you all so much," you said, hugging each of your friends. "I really needed this."

As you got into a taxi to head home, the euphoria of the night began to fade, replaced by the reality waiting for you. You wondered if Kenma would still be awake, if he'd noticed your absence, if he'd care that you'd been out so late.

The taxi pulled up to your apartment building. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever awaited you inside. As much as you'd enjoyed the night out, you knew that come morning, you and Kenma would need to have a serious conversation about your relationship and your future together.

As you fumbled with your keys, the door suddenly swung open. Kenma stood there, his hair disheveled and eyes wide with concern.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace.

The sudden show of affection, combined with your inebriated state, caught you off guard. You giggled, your words slurring slightly as you spoke.

"Kenmaaa," you drawled, poking his cheek. "Did anyone ever tell you you're a cutie? 'Cause you are. Such a cute kitty."

Kenma's brow furrowed with worry as he realized your state. "You're drunk. Come on, let's get you inside."

As he guided you into the apartment, you stumbled, nearly falling before he caught you. "Whoopsie! My hero," you giggled again.

"I'm so sorry," Kenma said, his voice thick with remorse. "I shouldn't have ignored you earlier. I didn't realize you were so upset."

You waved your hand dismissively, nearly hitting him in the face. "S'okay. You were busy with your millions of fans. Who needs a girlfriend when you have millions of fans, right?"

Kenma winced at your words. "No, that's not... I've been terrible to you. I'm so, so sorry."

He helped you to the bedroom, where you flopped onto the bed, your world spinning. Kenma knelt beside you, gently removing your shoes.

"You know what?" you said, your voice suddenly serious despite your drunken state. "I miss you. Even when you're here, I miss you."

Kenma's face crumpled with guilt. "I know. I've been selfish and blind. I promise I'll make it up to you."

He helped you sit up and handed you a glass of water. "Drink this. It'll help."

As you sipped the water, Kenma busied himself getting you comfortable. He helped you change into pajamas, brought a bucket in case you felt sick, and made sure you had painkillers nearby for the inevitable hangover.

"There," he said softly, tucking you in. "Try to get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning, okay?"

You nodded sleepily, already drifting off. Just before you fell asleep, you felt Kenma's lips press gently against your forehead.

"I love you," he whispered. "I'm sorry I haven't shown it lately. That's going to change."

As sleep overtook you, you felt a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the alcohol. 

–

As you slowly regained consciousness, your head throbbing and your mouth dry, you became aware of movement in the room. You cracked open an eye to see Kenma looking at you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips.

You groaned in response, your voice hoarse. "Is it morning already?"

Kenma chuckled lightly, taking in your disheveled appearance. "It's almost noon, actually. How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck," you mumbled, slowly sitting up.

"Come on," Kenma said, helping you to your feet. "I've made coffee. It should help."

You shuffled after him to the kitchen, squinting against the light. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you.

As Kenma busied himself pouring you a cup, you leaned against the counter, watching him. Something felt different, but in your hungover state, you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Then suddenly, a realization hit you.

"Wait," you said, your brow furrowing in confusion. "Don't you have a stream right now?"

Kenma turned to you, coffee in hand, his expression serious. "No, I cancelled it."

"You... cancelled it?" you repeated, stunned. Kenma never cancelled streams, especially not sponsored ones.

He nodded, handing you the coffee. "I cancelled all my streams for the next few days, actually. We need to talk, and you're more important than any sponsorship or subscriber count."

You took a sip of coffee, trying to process this information. "But... your career, your fans..."

Kenma shook his head, cutting you off. "They can wait. I've been neglecting what really matters - you, us. I realized last night how close I was to losing you, and I never want to come that close again."

Despite your hangover, you felt a surge of emotion. "Kenma..."

He took your free hand in his, his golden eyes meeting yours. "I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I got caught up in the success and forgot about the most important person in my life. Can we talk? Really talk, about us and where we go from here?"

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "Yeah, we should talk."

Kenma squeezed your hand gently. "Finish your coffee, take a shower if you want. I'll be here when you're ready.”

As you settled on the couch, Kenma positioned himself between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. Your fingers instinctively found their way to his hair, gently running through the soft strands. The intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on either of you.

"I've missed this," Kenma murmured, nuzzling closer.

You smiled, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger. "What, using me as your personal pillow?"

He chuckled softly. "Among other things. Your touch, your scent, just... you."

"Careful, Kozume," you teased. "Keep talking like that and I might think you actually like me."

Kenma tilted his head to look up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh? And what if I do more than like you?"

Your heart fluttered at his words. "Prove it," you challenged playfully.

In one swift motion, Kenma sat up and cupped your face in his hands. His golden eyes locked with yours, full of warmth and affection. "Challenge accepted," he whispered before pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

When you parted, you couldn't help but grin. "Not bad for a gamer boy."

Kenma raised an eyebrow. "Gamer boy? I'll have you know I'm a gamer man."

You laughed, pulling him close again. "Oh really? Then show me your high score, gamer man."

He smirked, leaning in for another kiss. "Game on."

As you feverishly clutched each other, all the pent-up desire from months apart erupted into a frenzy of passion. The hunger and longing was palpable as you devoured each other's lips, your hands greedily exploring every inch of skin. Words were unnecessary as your bodies spoke their own language, a primal dance of pleasure and release. There was no need for discussion, only the wild abandon of two lovers reunited at last.

Kenma's hands slid under your sweatshirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck as his lips met your skin. You couldn't help but let out a small gasp as he squeezed your breasts gently. "I need you," you moaned, craving more of his touch. With each kiss, the desire between you grew stronger, igniting sparks of passion like wildfire. Your breaths mingled, creating a symphony of pleasure as the world around you melted away. In that moment, there was nothing but the sound of your heartbeats and the overwhelming feeling of being consumed by each other.

As his skilled fingers traced a path over the fabric covering your heated core, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan into his hungry mouth. "That's it, baby," he murmured against your lips, his movements becoming more fervent. With a quick swoop, he removed your panties and shorts, exposing your now throbbing center to the cool air. As his fingers continued their maddening circles, his tongue eagerly explored your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. Just as you felt yourself on the brink of ecstasy, he abruptly stopped, leaving you flushed and wanting. "Kenma..." you breathed out, pleading for him to continue.

He slowly removed his pants, revealing the outline of his erect member through his underwear. "I'll show you just how much of a man I am," he said confidently as he peeled off his underwear, causing you to gasp in excitement. You couldn't help but admire the size and girth of his throbbing cock as it stood proudly before you. He smirked at your reaction and teasingly rubbed the tip of his dripping pre-cum along the edge of your soaking wet pussy. "Look how wet you are," he whispered huskily in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, he pulled back and only brushed the head of his cock against your slick entrance, making you whimper with frustration. "Please," you begged, gripping onto him tightly as he held your thighs apart. Without hesitation, he thrust himself into you fully, causing you to moan loudly into his neck. Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronization as he pounded into you with every ounce of strength and passion he possessed. And for that moment, nothing else existed except for the two of you locked in an ecstatic embrace.

With a predatory gaze, he slowly undressed, revealing the outline of his impressive erection through his tight underwear. "I'll show you just how much of a man I am," he growled with confidence as he slid off his underwear, exposing a throbbing and girthy cock that made your mouth water with desire. He smirked at your obvious arousal and teasingly dragged the tip of his dripping pre-cum along the edge of your soaking wet pussy, eliciting an eager gasp from your lips. "Look how ready you are for me," he purred huskily into your ear, sending delicious shivers down your spine. But just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled back and only grazed the head of his cock against your slick entrance, making you whimper in desperation. "Please," you begged, desperate for him to fulfill your burning desires. With a feral hunger in his eyes, he gripped onto your thighs tightly and plunged himself inside you with a powerful thrust, causing you to cry out in pleasure and cling onto him desperately. Your bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, each thrust driving both of you closer to the brink of ecstasy. And in that moment, nothing else existed except for the raw passion between the two of you as you were consumed by unbridled desire and pleasure.

Your bodies collided in a frenzy of passion, each thrust causing your entire being to jolt with euphoria. The taste of his saliva lingered between your lips, igniting a primal desire within you as he devoured your mouth. "Kenma...'s t-too much...t-too good," you gasped, feeling yourself on the brink of explosion. But before you could surrender completely to ecstasy, he flipped you over and guided you onto him in the cowgirl position, his depths reaching even deeper inside of you. "Ride me, baby," he commanded, and with a few moments to adjust and find your rhythm, you began to ride him with reckless abandon. Your hands gripped onto his torso for support as you moved together in perfect harmony, both moaning and groaning in ecstasy. His words of praise only fueled your desire as you picked up speed, feeling the rough friction between your bodies. He grabbed onto your ass, guiding and assisting your movements as you cried out his name in absolute bliss. Every sensation was heightened in this position, every thrust and grind sending shivers of pleasure through your body as you reached the pinnacle of pleasure together.

Each powerful thrust sends you spiraling further into a state of pure ecstasy. Your cries reach a deafening crescendo, urging him to never stop as he takes you with an unrelenting force. His torso presses against yours, his head buried in your chest as he hungrily tastes and teases your sensitive breasts. The overwhelming sensation of pleasure consumes every inch of your body, building towards an explosive release that you can no longer hold back. With a final desperate cry of "Fuck! K-Ken...!", you both shatter into oblivion, consumed by the intensity of your passion until there is nothing left but the sound of heavy breathing and the taste of each other lingering on your lips.

As you both lay entwined in the afterglow, your hearts beating in sync with one another, a sense of peace and comfort washes over you. Kenma's arms envelop you protectively, and you can't help but marvel at how this gamer boy has turned into a man who thoroughly knows how to take care of you.

You trace your fingers along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch. "I love you, Kenma," you whisper, your voice filled with emotion.

He turns his head to look into your eyes, his own shining with love and devotion. "And I love you too, more than words can express." He pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your cheek in a tender caress.

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[thebeautyoffandoms]

heya!! can i get an hq matchup? for starters my pronouns are she/her, i am bisexual, my personality type is INFJ. Im a ambivert, i do come off as outgoing however I do get easily drained from social outings and prefer to stay at home JDJDK but if I'm feeling down for a party then hey it is what it is. I am very organized, I hate messiness, I like keeping my area clean, I like my room to smell good, I like it to incorporate my cutesy side like Cinnamoroll, Sailor Moon, Rilakkuma, etc. I am very kind to others, I try my best to make everybody smile and if a friend needs help im always there doing my best. My cons are, I can be impatient, if something isn't coming out as to what I want it to be, or if I keep facing crossroads I cope with it very negatively, i tend to get frustrated easily. Another con of mine is, i lose interest very quickly in others, if you do one thing wrong i automatically don't like you 🥱😂 i guess i have "high" standards. For looks, i could care less, as long as you take care of yourself, and you have a very interesting personality. I tend to look for humorous individuals who have confidence, but aren't egotistical. Things I need in a partner is honesty, commitment, thoughtfulness and someone who I can rely on, also humor. My turnoffs are definitely liars, bad hygiene, snobby people, and ungrateful people. I also forgot to mention, I like ambitious individuals who are intelligent, intelligence is *chefs kiss* and someone who has wisdom, someone whose mature but then they can act goofy. My Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw. My hobbies are singing and performing, cooking, spending time with my pets, going shopping with friends, collecting cute merchandise, daydreaming,, and for music I like, I LOVE R&B and pop xP. THANK YOU SM!!!!!

Hello! You are so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it!!

For you, I feel like Kiyoko Shimizu would make a lovely match!

From the beginning, Kiyoko was never opposed to being your friend. She was always kind to you, and really appreciated your kindness to not only her, but everyone around you. To those close to her, it wasn’t much of a surprise that the two of you started dating, although she had to get a lot of reassurance that you weren’t straight before she was able to accept her crush on you. It was almost like slow burn, plus it was obvious to some close people that the feelings were mutual. No matter how obvious it was though, Tanaka and Nishinoya did take a while to adapt to it. I personally see Kiyoko as an ambivert as well, so your two personalities go together nicely. She’s also amazing at coming up with date ideas/spots for however your feeling. Want to get out, but not sure you can handle a lot of people? Covered. Think you can handle a crowd? Covered. Want to stay home? Did and done. Honestly, just tell her what you’re up for and she’ll come up with something. Like you, she isn’t big on messes either. Her house and room are always neat and organized, and she honestly really appreciates that yours is too. Despite having dealt with teenage boys, their messes (and how bad they end up smelling) sometimes can get a bit much for her, so you’re like a breath of fresh air. Literally- you smell so much better than the boys and the gym, so she could never get sick of how nice you smell. She also tries her best to always smell nice, so there’s no worries for you either! Your cuteness compliments her seriousness to no end. Seriously, even the boys point it out constantly. If they were to ever catch you two out, you probably wearing something cute and girly and Kiyoko wearing more womanly clothes, they’ll probably tease you and compliment you two. Tanaka and Noya may have a fit though- by then, they may understand why the two of you are together, if only because you guys compliment each other inside and out. The biggest difference between you and her are your levels of patience. She’s used to waiting, staying long after school, and watching the boys have to slowly learn moves as some fuss about not being able to get it. Kiyoko figures that you could maybe end up learning patience alongside her, but she also understands when you grow impatient and/or frustrated. In those moments, she’ll let you take a break from whatever it is, and maybe even try her hand at it while you’re gone. Once you’ve calmed down, Kiyoko will do her best to talk you through whatever it is, and give you her best advice. Once the boys figure that you easily grow bored of people (or… one boy figures, and has to point it out to the rest) they don’t really worry, and you shouldn’t have to either. While not an insanely out-there or humorous individual, Kiyoko certainly has a personality and sense of humor of her own. Plus, according to any person who knows her, Kiyoko is perfect- if you need convincing of it, all you’d have to do is mention it to someone working in or alongside the Volleyball Club. Kiyoko works hard and has high standards for herself, she always hopes to never disappoint anyone, and you’re now one of her top people she hopes to never let down. Kiyoko is the queen of looking fabulous and being grouped into “she must be confident.” While she doesn’t dislike herself, she’s certainly not egotistical, and isn’t very confident all the time either. She doesn’t have issues with wearing what she likes and confronting others, it’s mainly the issue of having all eyes on herself. Despite having many people interested in her because of that, she wouldn’t dare dream of leaving you. Once establishing the relationship, she believes that both of you should be honest and willing to help and rely on the other whenever they can. As I said, Kiyoko is a firm believer in honesty in a relationship- but that also applies to everyday life. While the way she gives her honest opinion can vary from blunt to slightly sugarcoated, she only wants to give the truth. Lying honestly makes her feel bad, and she’ll think about it until she admits whatever it was. To reiterate another thing, her beautiful outside doesn’t just come naturally. Sure, some of it is, but she also takes very good care of herself. Kiyoko will tell you day in and day out that she’s thankful for you. Even in good-night texts, she adds that she’s thankful for however you’ve helped her today. On top of that, while not overly determined or psyched, she is ambitious and has a lot of her future planned out. She’s willing to work for that future of course, and doesn’t expect to do anything less than push to achieve those goals. Parts of achieving those goals do play into her grades, so she does work hard to keep them up. While she’s mostly mature in public, and a lot of the time in private, Kiyoko does have a softer, less serious side. She also has a good sense of humor, and you should expect her to crack jokes with a slight smile before glancing at you expectantly from the corner of her eye. If you laugh, that’ll only encourage her to lighten up more. On another note, should you ever do performances or sing for her, Kiyoko will be your #1 fan! She supports you all the way, and will watch you with a loving glint in her eyes. She also enjoys your other hobbies and doing them with you. Expect her to offer you cookbooks wanting to make something to eat with you, buy your pet something to wear or play with (although animals aren’t her favorite things, she mainly enjoys the look on your face), or even show up saying that she just got payed and was wanting to go to your favorite store. Kiyoko simply admires you, and is happy as long as you are <3

[psycho-alchemist]

Oh God, the Yoi fandom for the most part is literally so terrible, I'm sorry about that cringy anon... yikes. But as an LGBTQ person I personally don't have an issue with the show at all, so I was just wondering what makes you feel so. I understand where you're coming from regarding the "Queerbaiting" and such, but is it really so bad just to enjoy a fun show? Tbh I was just happy to have representation and I enjoy the sport, but maybe after feedback they'll change what people found problematic?

There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a fun show! I know there people who enjoyed it just for being fun, and I mean, I really love JJ. I LOVE JJ. And one of the things y0i did well is racial representation. It was nice to see actual dark-skinned characters being successful and getting a reasonable share of screentime.

I think the biggest problems I have with V!ct//uuri are the extreme power imbalance and just the inappropriateness of a relationship between a coach and student. If Katsuki was a woman instead, people would be losing their shit over such an unbalanced relationship, but those same people are eating it up because it’s a M/M pair.

In addition, Katsuki has a classic case of “I was depressed until I got a boyfriend and then all my emotional issues were cured.” I see that a lot in amateur shoujo manga or badly written romance books, and it’s a very unwelcome and unrealistic trope. Katsuki has such a wide support system that if that’s all he needed to recover, he could have recovered before meeting his hot role model.

Aside from the queerbaiting, I had grievances with the pacing, animation and sports-related content. It is a fun show for sure, but the problem arises when fans deny the issues with those three categories.

Pacing - The show tried to squeeze way too much into 12 episodes. Some fans brag that y0i got so much done and act like that’s a good thing, but I think it was a huge problem. We don’t see any of the moments in between tournaments, when Katsuki is just practing his routine. That’s convenient for the animators, because they could reuse frames with only minor adjustments, but in terms of the actual character development, it feels like Katsuki didn’t improve much.

Animation - I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of posts making fun of y0i’s animation, so I don’t need to provide screenshots. But it’s just really disappointing because at the very least, I wanted gorgeous ice skating scenes in this anime. If Death Parade could do it so well, then an anime about ice skating should be able to do it much better, especially considering they used more animators than most studios.

Sports-Related Content - I was really excited for y0i before it aired because I was looking forward to learning about ice skating. Sports anime have actually taught me a lot about sports, and it’s cool to understand how tennis/basketball/volleyball/baseball/biking/etc work. I was excited to learn how ice skating worked too on a technical level, but the show just didn’t deliver on that front. There are some sports anime that focus more on drama than sports, but I just don’t enjoy those. That’s more of a personal preference, but it’s more obvious for y0i since the drama isn’t even very good.

All of this said, I’m not going to fault someone just for liking a show. The problem arises when they won’t acknowledge basic issues with the show. Like hey, I really like Makishima Shogo from Psycho Pass. He’s one of my favorite anime characters. Guess what? He murdered a girl in front of her best friend and caused that friend severe PTSD. He’s a piece of shit, and he deserved everything he got (and more). I’m not giving this example to be self-righteous, but rather to say that there isn’t necessarily anything wrong with liking something, as long as you can acknowledge where it falls short or has issues. The majority of the y0i fandom seems to lack the capacity to do that, which is why I have such a grievance with them and their show.