#Seijoh 4

[captain-hawks]

“i think iwa-chan’s in love with you.”

startled, you whip around to see the pensive look on oikawa’s face as he sits down on your new couch and looks around at the equally new furniture that now fills the rest of the living room.

glancing up from inspecting the array of trinkets on the bookshelf, mattsun nods in agreement.

you look between the two of them, bewildered.

sure, iwaizumi’s one of your best friends. but so are they.

(the years-long crush you’ve had on him is neither here nor there.)

“it’s the ikea effect,” mattsun says with a shrug, reaching out with a finger to spin your miniature globe on its axis.

“the what?”

makki sprawls out on the couch as well, kicking his feet across oikawa’s lap; they’re promptly shoved off. “i asked iwaizumi if he’d come over and help me build ikea furniture once. he told me he’d rather die.”

“to be fair, we almost killed each other building that tv stand,” mattsun adds.

“i tricked him into coming over after i bought an ikea dresser that needed to be built, and he took one look at the box and walked right out,” oikawa scoffs.

you blink at all three of them, your heart doing something funny in your chest. “i mean, maybe he just felt obligated because he went with me and helped me pick most of it out—“

“i’m sorry, he fucking WHAT—“

“—HE WENT WITH YOU?”

“IWAIZUMI HAJIME STEPPED FOOT INTO AN IKEA OF HIS OWN FREE WILL?”

at that, the door to your new apartment swings open, and there’s a familiar, affectionate flutter in your chest at the head of dark hair that steps inside.

“i picked up those curtains you were talking about last night…” iwaizumi immediately starts talking, trailing off when he belatedly realizes you’re not alone.

oikawa hops up off of the couch, pointing an accusing finger at the logo on the shopping bag clutched in iwaizumi’s hand as he looks from mattsun to makki and trills in a singsong tone, “remember what happened last time one of us tried to get him to come to bed, bath, and beyond?”

“he said he’d rather die,” mattsun and makki reply blandly in unison.

iwaizumi gives the three of them a weird look and shakes his head as he turns down the hallway to use the bathroom. makki and oikawa start making kissy faces at each other until you smack them both with a throw pillow.

—and you try to hide the slight trembling of your fingers, shuddering in tune with the rapid beating of your traitorous heart, as you reach into the bag to take out the curtains.

(you decide not to announce when you subsequently find a bag of your favorite candy waiting in surprise at the bottom.)

[pyowos]

missing them

[haazuli]

your associate oikawa, dabbling in different things

[bubbletealife]

I love how the seijoh four have a system to catch watch ever Oikawa drops when Iwaizumi hits him. Like mattsun watches and makki gets ready to catch it’s so funny

[satoruxx]

you fiddle with your nails as you walk home at tooru's side, the sounds of mattsun, makki, and iwa bickering further up ahead cutting through the empty streets. you’re uncharacteristically nervous, because god knows you’ve never done something like this before—but you steel yourself because it’s worth it for him.

your feelings for oikawa tooru are all consuming—strong and deep and intense. they’ve been brewing for well over two years now, nourished by the increased amount of time you’ve spent with him. they overwhelm you, washing over your being with an intensity you’ve never felt before, and they drive you to stick by his side for as long as you can—desperate and aching for the boy who puts the stars in your sky.

you know that timing is important because tooru is nothing if not driven—singularly focused on the sport that gives him the air he needs to breathe. so you wait until well after his match with karasuno, giving your all to support him and the rest of the team because volleyball has become important to you after spending so much time with them. you give it time, wait until after the team has taken the time to lament over their missed chance, and after all the third years are ready to move on to the next phase of their lives, before you finally decide to spill your guts to him.

tooru stares ahead as he’s walking, pensive and unsmiling, and you’re dying to know what’s going on in his head. his eyes are bright, a contrast to his expression, and there’s a resolute glint in his irises that has you feeling oddly shaken. when you reach his house, the rest of the group waves back at him before continuing on, and you realize this is your chance.

so, dangerously, you put your heart on the line.

you tell him everything you've ever thought about him—how you admire his drive and his passion, how you have looked up to him for years and years. how you have never felt so deeply for someone before knowing him. it comes out in a rushed ramble of words, all those nights of practicing in the mirror doing nothing for you in the actual moment. you stumble a few times, your face getting warmer with every word, and yet as each sentence falls forth you feel a weight lift from your shoulders—the flesh of your lungs clatter against your ribs, anxious and eager.

tooru inhales, gaze darting between your eyes and then flitting downwards. even in the dark of the night, you can see the pinkish hue crawling up his neck, can see the way he fidgets with his own fingers. he stares at you, lips parted as a wide array of emotions flit over his handsome features—they finally settle into a strange combination of apologetic and resigned.

and then he tells you no.

he tells you that volleyball will always take precedence, that he has already mapped out his future, which is too far away from you. he tells you about argentina and how his mind is made up. he tells you that he's flattered, that he's glad you're friends but that's all he can do right now.

“i'm sorry,” he says with a grimace. he studiously avoids looking at you, but you can't stop staring at him—your stomach sinks as he turns to head inside.

it takes you months to muster up the courage to tell him. it takes him two minutes to say no to you.

the rejection stings in a way that is unfamiliar, and you take a shaky breath as you walk down the street to catch up with the others.

the humiliation makes itself known in the form of a painful lump in your throat—unmoving and heavy. when you glance up you see that the third years have hung back, waiting for you. makki is wearing a knowing grin, but it falters when he sees your expression. mattsun, ever observant, seems to immediately understand, and he wordlessly slings an arm over your shoulder.

all you can do is awkwardly chuckle, knowing that it sounds weak and throaty as you shake your head. “i feel stupid,” you admit, voice wobbling as heat burns through your skin—unpleasant and unwelcome.

“you're not stupid,” makki mutters, hands shoved deep in his pockets as his lips slant regretfully. you stare at the ground, nodding slowly under the weight of mattsun's arm. your lungs ache, and you know that if you open your mouth, you will lose it entirely. so all you can manage to do is look up at iwa with glassy eyes and trembling lips and a rueful smile that probably makes you look as pathetic as you feel.

you don't notice the way his fists are clenched at his sides, nails digging indents into his palms. he grits his teeth, gaze flitting to oikawa's house in the background, but he doesn't say anything.

none of them speak as they walk you home, and you try your best to keep the sniffles to a minimum, too embarrassed to look at them.

you've never felt pain like this before, and it's hard to get over it because everything reminds you of tooru. it's like someone has taken a knife and carved into your ribcage, grasping your heart before taking it out crushing it between bloodied fingers. but even despite the gaping hole in your chest you know that there are expectations to be met, things to be done.

that's the strange thing about your silly unrequited love—it hurts and hurts and hurts some more until it stops one day before you can realize it. even though your chest is still bleeding you go on with life—you go to university, you get a job, you pay bills. you get up in the morning and brush your hair and drink water and tie your shoes until the wound closes itself up. you start smiling a little wider and laughing a little freer until oikawa tooru is nothing more than an old name.

and of course there are instances where you are reminded of him and what could've been, whether it's seeing milk bread in a supermarket or passing by children hitting a volleyball over a net out in the sun. you know very well that your friends are occasionally still in contact with their old captain, not that this bothers you. after all, mattsun, makki, and iwa were very careful not to bring him up around you, which you're grateful for. so even hearing the name in passing becomes easier.

it is difficult until it isn't anymore.

you've all but forgotten him now, after years and years and years—nothing more than a distant memory.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread pooling in your stomach when you walk into the restaurant on makki's birthday and see oikawa tooru sitting at the bar, drink in hand. his eyes are alight as he laughs at whatever conversation he's joined, dark hair falling into his eyes messily.

one step forward, ten steps back.

for a second you can't help but stare, breath stolen from your lungs because it feels like the knife is back and twisting itself into your flesh all over again. there is a panic rising in your throat, suffocating and overwhelming and jarring.

tooru lifts his glass to his lips, hiding his grin as his gaze lazily travels over the expanse of the room.

another surge of panic. the familiar sting of humiliation.

he pauses as he's about to take a sip, brown eyes widening when they land on you, and you see the sharp inhale he takes. his stare doesn't waver, too consumed by shock to look away.

and yet that's all you can do—tear your eyes away because you're different now and it's long gone and you know there is no point in going down that rabbit hole again.

it was a lifetime ago—it's done now.

but you will never know how long tooru thought of you after that night back in high school. you will never know that he felt sick to his stomach when he saw the way your face fell at his rejection. you will never know that he bit his tongue so hard it bled as he watched you walk away from him. you will never know that he spent countless nights in argentina wondering what you were up to and how you were. you will never know that sacrificing you for his beloved sport was the hardest thing he's ever done.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread tooru feels when he sees the way your eyes light up as you find your way over to iwa's side.

@teddybeartoji this is for you mickey ily hehehehehe

[reebmasul]

finally drew seijoh4 together !!!!

[domestictetsurou]

i'm a sucker for childhood friends trope so whenever i imagine myself isekai-ed into haikyuu world... i'm so torn between wanting to be tetsurou and kenma's childhood friend OR oikawa and iwaizumi's 😩😩😩

all of haikyuu monsters have this unyielding love, passion, and hunger for volleyball. it's basically the same main ingredient that eventually takes different shapes due to all the other personal ingredients they put in... like flour, and all the things we can make out of it (... for lack of better imagery). every single one of them—how they love volleyball and how it appears in them—i appreciate and UNDERSTAND (as someone passionate as well).

... but kuroo's and oikawa's are special to me. their form of passion towards volleyball... the way it manifests on them and the actions they took...!!! ugh 😫💘

how tetsurou never forgets that moment he got hooked as a child, doing all his best to bring kenma (and tsukki and even more people) to love volleyball, being helpful during practice even to opposing teams because it contributes to his main goal of playing against them in nationals, and ends up devoting himself not as an athlete but to lower the net.

while oikawa—not a genius—fights through his limitations and insecurities, orchestra-ing a team of 6 who are strong to be even stronger, the undying trust he had for them, and his crazy, extreme choice to go abroad and take unimaginable route... all because he just wants to play more volleyball and japan can't give it to him.

the way they love are beyond me, it blows my mind. if it weren't for them, never in my life could i ever know that those, too, are volleyball... that there are different ways to devote yourself into the thing you love most.

... okay, so back to the topic: isekai and childhood friends. 😂

the want: i want to go to both nekoma and seijoh... become the team's manager, and become close/childhood friends of kuroken and seijoh 4... 😭

the problem: nekoma and seijoh never meets in canon timeline 🥲

i've got this romantic love for kuroo tetsurou, my husband, BUT I ALSO LOVE OIKAWA MY HOMIEEEE 😭😭 i adore and cherish him so! much!! maybe because we share the same birthday, there's a sense of kinship and fondness that i feel only for him—never feel that way for other characters. .... plus i love seijoh 4's friendship TOO MUCH they'll always be my top pick for close friends. 🥺🥺

BUT I'M TORN... 😭 because they're all 3rd years!!!

logically speaking, 1 kuroo tetsurou vs. 4 seijoh 3rd years... they should weigh more. but ughhhh tetsurou and oikawa's intense love and passion for volleyball!!! i NEED to witness them both with my own eyes...!!! i NEED to be there to be a part that contributes to their PEAK and AMAZING journey in their whole 3rd years...!! aghhhhh i'm so stressed over my own headcanon 😫😫😫

lol yeah... so it's like that. 😅😅😂 rambles 끝!

[proxythe]

god please bring my family back together

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

iwaoi jump in puddles as kids for fun as adolescents maliciously and as adults for fun

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

thinking about playing truth or dare with seijoh 4 and then getting dared to kiss mattsun right there in front of them all mmmhmmm you know he would love that shit – there's a permanent smirk glued to his lips as you climb onto his lap, his hands tugging on the material of your shirt to pull you flush to him. he's so fucking cocky and it gets so messy so fast but it's not like any of the other boys are gonna tell you to stop either. their eyes are low and their pupils grow bigger with every passing second, their throats dry as they watch you swap saliva with the dark-haired man. they can hear everything over the soft music that's playing in the background and it's so hard not to focus on the way you're starting to grind back and forth on mattsun's lap.

your fingers play with the unruly hairs on his nape while his dig into your plush skin and as you're getting more and more into it, mattsun's ego blooms. his one hand moves to the back of your head to deepen the kiss even further and as he does so, his eyes flick open and he's met with the filthy gazes of his three best friends. he hums proudly into your mouth at the sight of a blushing makki, who's hand is resting suspiciously close to his lap, a seemingly spiraling iwaizumi, who's trying his best not to look at what's happening before him but is failing so miserably that it's almost funny, and an overly keen oikawa, who's sat there with his lip caught between his teeth. they're all red in the face and mattsun thinks it's adorable really, how worked up you always get the poor guys.

they all want a taste, they all want to feel but for the time being, this little show the both of you are putting on will have to suffice. mattsun tugs on the waistband of your jeans and iwaizumi has to force down a groan as his eyes land on your ass. the lewd thoughts flood his mind and he feels awful – you're one of his closest friends and this is how he thinks of you? how you even feel if you found out.. would you be mad? would you be disgusted?

while he's fighting with the demons in his head, makki and oikawa are doing just about the same. makki's zoned in on the way your chests keep rubbing together and he can't stop imagining about how good it'd feel to have you rubbing up against him like that. and oikawa's busy listening to the sounds. not a single gasp or mewl goes unnoticed in his ears as he tries to memorize them as best as he can with the intention of going home and humping his pillow to the heavenly melody that's your needy whines until he's crying tears of pleasure.

so when he hears you whisper into mattsun's mouth, his cock twitches in his slacks.

"are they still watching?"

you don't think they're overstepping, you don't think that the men you've grown so close with over the years are disgusting perverts for getting off on the sight of you making out with one of them – you want them to watch. you're the one that's getting off on it, you're the one with all the power. oikawa realizes that no matter how much mattsun wants to act like he's the one that's making this happen, he's probably rock hard, too. he's no better than his friends, he's just glad that he's the one that gets to actually kiss you. but there's a reason for that aswell – neither makki and iwaizumi wouldn't've been able to handle it and well oikawa himself...

his and mattsun's eyes meet once more across the dark room and he knows his playing right into your hand. of course, he's going to figure out what you're doing – that's exactly what you want. he's the next person to fall, he's the next you're going to pull in.

pulling your lips from mattsun's, you grin to yourself as you watch him chase after you for another second. but then you're craning your neck to glance at oikawa over your shoulder; you let your eyes drop to his crotch before flicking back up again, reveling in the way he turns another shade darker. he refuses to look away though – he's gladly stepping into the trap you've set for all of them, and so when you curl your finger at him, beckoning him closer like some siren, he's quick to spring up on his feet and make his way over, leaving makki and iwaizumi staring at his back in bewilderment.

still sat on mattsun's lap with his hands on your body, you lean back enough just to give oikawa the room to inch closer. you reach for his face and pull his lips down onto yours with mattsun right there, just a breath away. he's sweeter than your last kiss and you can't wait to let them all know how they taste later.

you can't wait to have them all. one by one.

[youmarin]

♡♡♡ childhood friends with seijoh 4 ♡♡ [9]

tw: none

wc: 423

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A/N: *Plays the Aoba Johsai stage play chant*: "Aoba Johsai! Aoba Johsai, hey! Aoba Johsai, Aoba Johsai, Woo!"

chapter 9: Aoba Johsai

“Tōru! Hajime!” you shouted and hugged them both as you met them at the school gates. 

Up until now, it had been only Issei, Takahiro and you. Finally as highschoolers, you were all five to attend Seijoh. You were so excited to be able to see them all every day now. You discovered you’d be in the same class as both Oikawa and Iwaizumi too, Mattsun and Makki still together in another. You’d all meet at the end of the day at one of the gymnasiums, for Iwaizumi and Oikawa were to be part of the boy’s volleyball team, and Makki and Mattsun were going to try out. 

You were aware that Oikawa was rather popular in his middle school, both through Iwaizumi’s complaints and Oikawa’s own boasting. This attention would only seem to grow now in high school. You saw girls approaching him in the school hallways, waiting for him outside of the gym. You look over it all with curiosity but not much fazed. That was, until a group of them approached you. 

“Are you Oikawa’s girlfriend?”

“What?” The question took you by surprise, your locker door slipping from your hand and slamming shut with a loud bang. 

“I told you she has to be! Look! They even wear matching bracelets.” Actually, the five of you had friendship bracelets. 

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You managed to cut in, effectively getting their attention back on track. 

“You’re not?” She looked happy, but there was surprise in her tone too. “And you don’t like him?” 

You tilted your head. Actually thinking about it now, you’d never thought of Oikawa that way. You weren’t stupid, you were aware that Oikawa was very good looking and overall a great boy. Like the rest of your friends. You blushed after their talk got to you, and even though it was just for a small moment, pictured yourself dating either of them. You shook your head.  

“He probably doesn’t like you either.” Said another and you frowned. Damn weren’t they ruthless. “I mean, you’ve known each other for some time and he hasn’t said anything, right?” 

You pondered again. 

And yeah, she had a point.  

“Does that mean we can share him?” Said the first girl, excited.  “Uh… Yeah.” Whatever that meant. They bid you goodbye and went away happy with the agreement. Iwaizumi had said it better. Those girls didn’t even know him and glorified him, regarding him as some prince charming (not to deny his charm). He was just a nerd that loved volleyball.

tags: @sickpatientt

A/N: Not long now to finish this one. I'm still unsure if the next one would do as a good ending. I'll try to write something else. I really don't want to disappear for a while but yeah I mentioned it before posting these that this series was supposed to be a little something for me to have fun and come back to it whenever. Let's see what happens. Also (idk if it's a lil annoying atp) you can find me on Ao3 now as @/geniousparker. Only thing up there atm is my Inarizaki Manager Series which is way longer than this one XD and still ongoing (slow updates tho). I might post this one on there, what y'all think? Anyways, any and every interaction is appreciated. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it! See you next time!

- Youmarin

[captain-hawks]

that "guess which one is my boyfriend/husband" video trend where you get several different guys to hug you and film it. but it's seijoh 4 and your followers are getting heated arguing in the comments since it's actually impossible to decide because they all look so intimately comfortable with you pressed up against them—

(naturally, since you're sleeping with all four of them.)

[nanasrkives]

Navigation : midnight records! the starlight EP! haikyuu EP!

── .✦ "IWAIZUMI HAJIME VS. WEDDING" — iwaizumi hajime

a/n : sorry for being inactive!! finally found motivation to write for haikyuu content : post timeskip. iwa crashing out. pre wedding. he’s so in love. seijoh 4. fluff. crack.

Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t spiral.

He doesn’t pace. Doesn’t panic. Doesn’t start talking just to fill space. He’s the one people lean on. The level-headed one during a crisis.

Which is exactly why the Seijoh 4 are now watching him like he’s a science experiment gone wrong. The groom’s waiting room is too quiet. Tense. The kind of quiet that happens before someone snaps.

Oikawa, back from Argentina just for the wedding, sips sparkling water with the smugness of someone who saw this coming. Matsukawa is filming. Hanamaki looks both entertained and slightly afraid.

And our dear Iwaizumi paces. Mutters something to himself. Then—without warning—drops to the floor and starts doing push-ups in his suit.

Everyone stares.

"Everybody stay calm, he’s spiraling,” Matsukawa says.

“He doesn’t spiral,” Hanamaki replies, blinking. “I’ve never seen him spiral. This feels illegal.”

“I once saw Iwa-chan roll his ankle and tell me to breathe,” Oikawa says, horrified. “This is terrifying.”

“I’m not spiraling,” Iwaizumi mutters, chest nearly kissing the floor. “I’m keeping my heart rate in check.”

Push-up. Push-up. Push-up

“I’m grounding myself. This is tactical. I am not emotionally compromised.”

Push-up.

“She’s gonna look like a goddess and I’m gonna forget how to breathe.”

“What was that?” Oikawa asks.

“I said I’m fine, Shittykawa.” Oikawa blinks. “You haven’t called me that since we were 18. Oh god, he’s malfunctioning.”

Iwaizumi keeps going. “She’s gonna smile. At me. In front of everyone. And I’m gonna cry. I know I’m gonna cry. I can already feel it. It’s sitting right here—” he gestures to his throat, “like a threat.”

He stops and lays flat on the floor. The silence is deafening. “I’ve never seen him like this,” Hanamaki whispers.

“He cried when she said yes, didn’t he?” Matsukawa murmurs. “This is stage two.”

“I didn’t cry,” Iwaizumi says flatly. “I teared up. Briefly.”

“You FaceTimed me,” Oikawa adds. “There were tissues involved.”

“I was sick.”

”You were sniffling,” Oikawa corrects.

“It was February.”

Iwaizumi sits up slowly. “She’s gonna be in a dress. With her hair done. And makeup. She’s gonna walk toward me like she means it and I’m gonna stand there looking like I forgot how knees work. And then I’ll cry. And then she’ll cry. And I’ll ruin everything.”

Oikawa kneels and hands him a water bottle like it’s an offering to a storm god. “You’re in love. That’s not ruining anything.”

“I’m so in love,” Iwaizumi whispers, like a confession. “It’s making me physically ill.”

Hanamaki just nods. “That tracks. We’ve been waiting years for your emotional constipation to catch up.”

“Push-ups aren’t fixing it,” Matsukawa adds. “Try burpees.”

“I will throw up on your shoes.”

There was a knock on the door: “Five minutes.”

Iwaizumi stands. Adjusts his suit. Rolls his shoulders like he’s heading into combat. “I’m marrying my girl. My terrifying, gorgeous, brilliant girl.”

He turns to them, solemn.

“If I cry—don’t say anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Hanamaki says.

“If I pass out—don’t catch me.”

“You’re gonna cry in, like, thirty seconds,” Matsukawa grins. “But you’re gonna look shredded in the photos.”

“I better.”

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[fangirlism-for-life]

All men do is lie

Bcs wtf is this?? And they cant use the 'it was team bonding' or 'it was for volleyball' bcs some of those aren't even in that context like they're genuinely hanging out

This like my second most liked

We reached 100 hq girlies ftw 💪

[airplanecrashingtowardstheground]

this is the only thing i'm contributing to the iwaoi agenda

[spoksstuff]

iwaoi: pdas & cuddles 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

matsuhana: we see and we judge 🙄🥤

all credits to the original artist @folseli_ on X