#and oikawa would still bawl at the scene

[aunnoo-iwaoi-headcanon]

What would it be like: A guardian angel AU with Ushijima being (poor?) Iwaizumi's guardian angel and trying to help the boy pursuing his long-time crush, Oikawa.

Real question: would Iwaizumi ever get his dream man?

[koutaroulogy]

she . oikawa t.

genre: angst, unrequited love

warnings: tissues needed for a sobfest i guess <3

details: paen <33

note: this isn't my first songfic but it is my first haikyuu entry that i've been bawling my eyes out after i finished proofreading this. good luck, you'll need tissues for this ♡

word count: 400 words or so? not sure tbh

am i allowed, to look at her like that?

Oikawa Tooru was known as the captain of the Seijoh Boys Volleyball Team, best known for his killer serves. The ace setter was also very attractive, with dark brown hair swept outwards and the same coffee colored eyes.

could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at

There's always something normal about the way his days go by. Girls come up to flirt with him, and he flirts back. Guys come to congratulate him or give him a half-assed comment about how he gets the trophies and the girls and that it really wasn't fair to hog them all the time.

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

Life wasn't fair. He's had his fair share of losses and arguments. 

she tastes like apple juice and peach

But life didn't smile down at him at all the moment when he suddenly saw the girl at the library. Her H/C hair framing her face as she sat on the seat by the windows, reading her book.

you would find her in a polaroid picture

By the sight of the sunlight around her figure like a halo, Tooru thought she was an angel.

she means everything to me

He wanted to talk to her, tell her she looked so pretty. Say a pickup line or two, or consider on asking her out on a date.

i'd never tell

no, i'd never say a word

But for some reason, Tooru hid behind the bookshelf and continued to watch her read. He looked at her lips which were mouthing a certain word or smiled when she laughed softly at a particular scene.

and oh it aches

but it feels oddly good to hurt

His stalkerish behavior was interrupted by Iwaizumi clamping a hand on his shoulder.

"What are you looking at, Trashka-hmmph!"

"Be quiet Iwa-chan!" He hissed, not wanting the girl to know of their presence. Tooru pointed at the girl who was still immersed in her story to notice anything.

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

"You know her?"

she tastes like apple juice and peach

"Hm.. Her? She's L/N Y/N from my class. She's quiet. What's she to you?"

you would find her in a polaroid picture

Immediately, Tooru opened his mouth to say something, but nothing would come out.

His description of her wasn't enough.

She's the kind of girl you'd see in a vintage album, smiling so softly and so serenely that you'd think she was captured by a camera unknowingly. She's the kind of girl who you would've loved to talk to on lonely nights at three in the morning. She's the kind of girl who's words you'd want to hear from, her voice as refreshing as lemonade on a hot, scorching summer day.

She was ethereal.

An enigma.

She was....

and she means everything to me

"She. She's a she..."

Hajime gave him an incredulous look.

"Idiot. Seriously Trashykawa? Just go talk to her or something!"

"Not yet. I'm waiting for the right time Iwa-kun."

How long would the right time come?

━━━━━━━━ ꧁ ♡ ꧂ ━━━━━━━━

Ten years later, Tooru was still alone.

How long would the right time come?

Should it have been ten years before? Or the moment he saw her by the windows?

When they won a match and she came to see the game, did he ask her? No.

When it was prom day, did he ask her? No.

When they meet in in a college party, did he ask her? No.

And everytime they met, he convinced himself that it wasn't the right time yet.

But if they did meet on accident, or met on conversation, he didn't think she'd care to think about his volleyball career or his dashing looks or his personality.

People would always feel something for him if they meet. Girls would flock to him in adoration, while boys huddled in groups to envy him as he passed by.

and i'll be okay admiring from afar

But even if he were to shout her name in the middle of a crowd or a lonely place, she'll simply smile and walk away.

She feels nothing, because she looks on ahead.

She feels nothing, because she's got someone else already.

Yet to him it always comes to meeting the right person at the wrong time.

But he had always hoped that she'd open her eyes and see him as the only one in the room.

cause even when she's next to me we could not be more far apart

And he concludes his deduces.

and she smells like birthday cake and storytime and fall 

Despite Tooru's status and personality, she never did judge him like other people would.

but to her, i'd taste like nothing at all

In fact, she never noticed him at all.

And as he sits on the kitchen island, thinking about the girl with dimples on her cheeks and rarely-there smiles, he'd come to the realization that he had fallen so deeply in love with her that he might never ever get back to the surface and end up drowning in his love for her.

He felt it through the short summer days and the long winter nights. He felt it through the gentle sunbeams that pierced through the library windows. He felt it through the warm touch that lingered that one time she dropped her book and he picking it up for her. He felt the honest love. The harsh longing.

He felt everything.

Tooru's hazel eyes widened at this revelation. The tears came, seeping through his eyes and dripping down his cheeks as he comes undone.

He weeps for her, but who is weeping for him?

"My heart hurts so much that I don't think I can breathe anymore."

"Who will love me when I'll be busy loving you?"

And he secretly watches from the outsider's point of view- her twirling in her wedding dress, having kids with the man of her dreams, and growing old together, he confirms his true feelings, altogether saying,

"You'll forever be my 'she', even if I wasn't your 'he' all the same."

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

she tastes like apple juice and peach

you would find her in a polaroid picture

she means everything to me

[lnarizakis]

red string of misfortune | a. keiji

masterlist

pairing: akaashi keiji x fem!reader

foreword: hi everyone! i wanted to post something else other than mim?! so i have some good akaashi content for you. i was attempting to do a social dummy thing just to test it out in case i wanted to do a smau in the future... but it’s hard! i don’t know how to delete messages very easily... anyways, please enjoy!

look out for: soulmate au (red string of fate), angst

Akaashi Keiji always had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. So when one day he wakes up to find a mysterious red string attached to his left pinky, he cannot help but begin to play with its threads.

(Y/N), on the other hand, had been so annoyed the entire day after feeling a strange tug on her left pinky. She rubbed on the knot that was tied with the red string, hoping that it was just some strange way her soulmate was communicating with her. It seemed that she was rubbing too hard, however, because one of her classmates warned her that if she loosened the thread of her red string and the knot came undone, her relationship with her soulmate would be severed.

That was the misfortune of having soulmates in this world; despite having the ability to find one’s other half, everyone was warned not to mess with the mysteries of the thread, or the punishment would be to live a life without love.

—

Keiji walked to his school, Mori Middle School, and as a way to pass the time, he played with the string that hung loosely from his finger. The thread was thin, even though it held a strong grip on his finger. Keiji threaded the string between his fingers on his right hand, and spun the thread around a couple more times around his wrist before one of his classmates had caught up to him in walking to school.

“Hey, Akaashi-kun! I see you’ve got your threads now.” The classmate greeted Keiji, and the latter did the same. It was evident to the classmate that Keiji had gotten his threads, for his hands were up in some strange posture, as if he’s tangled himself in the string. Getting one’s threads was like a part of adolescence; by the time a person turned 15 years old, they were to wake up the next day with a red knot around their finger. No one else could see their string except for that person and their soulmate alone, unless, of course, the string comes undone and then the whole world is able to see the unfortunate happenings of a severed relationship of two soulmates. 

Keiji watched as his classmate ran off, greeting more people as he passed by them. He looked down at his left hand, and observed the delicate thread. With two of his fingers on his right hand, he pinched a part of the thread and rolled it around on the pads of his fingers. He tugged on it again, and to his surprise, he felt another tug that was not produced by him. He realized that it was a tug done by his soulmate, and his cheeks then warmed up, and the December coldness was not the reason.

Later that day, Keiji sat at his desk, bored out of his mind in class. He tried desperately to pay attention, but he just couldn’t. Of course, he needed to maintain his good grades so he could be able to attend Fukurōdani Academy next year, but today was just not his day. Placing his chin on the palm of his hand as he stared out the window did not help cure his boredom. He tried sketching little images in his notebook, but that did not help either. Keiji resorted to cracking his fingers and playing with them, until he remembered the red string whose knot was fit snugly on his finger. He toyed with the string, threading his fingers and his pens on his desk. Keiji then rolled around the loop that was around his pinky and began playing with that. Slowly but surely, the knot loosened. As observant as he was, Keiji noticed its undoing, but like any other teenage boy his age who was curious about the newfound thread on his finger, he inserted a pen through the enlarged loop. Keiji was able to fit it all the way through, and the thread rolled off his finger.

Keiji widened his eyes at the thread that lay on his desk. The sun that shone through the window did not help the red color glow, as the thread gradually darkened into a gray tone. Keiji felt his breath hitch, and in a panic he tried to put his finger through the loop again. His teacher noticed what was going on long ago, but began to pay no attention to what shenanigans his most focused student was up to. Keiji’s breathing grew shallower as he felt his chest, his heart, writhe in pain. It felt like a part of him was gone, as he gripped his chest, and excused himself to the restroom. He ran off, and felt an unbearable pain that was much more than physical. It was emotional, spiritual, even.

What he left on his desk was his gray thread, which was now visible for the whole world to see. His classmate, who so conveniently sat next to him, saw the string, with its enlarged loop, and tears welled up in his eyes.

—

We now switch our scene to a classroom in Kitagawa Daiichi. It was a couple minutes after Keiji accidentally pulled the thread off his finger, and it was a peaceful lunchtime for (Y/N) and her friends. They all talked about attending Aoba Johsai together in hopes of seeing Oikawa-senpai again. Of course, their soulmates were dear to them, but Oikawa held a special place in their hearts.

(Y/N) got ready to take another bite of her lunch, a bento she had prepared the night before with rice and chicken, when she suddenly felt the strongest pain in her chest. She gripped her chest and groaned, but it was worse than the period cramps she felt earlier that week. It was an unbearable pain, one that brought her to tears as she felt so emotionally driven to cry for some unknown reason. Her friends gasped as they stopped their eating and held their hands to their mouths.

“(Y/N), look! Your… your thread! It’s gray!”

She raised her left hand and saw that it was visibly gray and the loop upon her finger loosened and dropped to the base of her finger. (Y/N) began bawling, holding her left hand while still gripping her chest. She called out for her soulmate, who so foolishly loosened the knot of their soon-to-be love, asking him how he could do such a thing. It was such a tragedy, really, for in the empty bathroom he was in, Keiji choked back his tears as he asked the same question.

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yes, this was my attempt at angst. haha

@hqkeiji @nekoglasses (ik its not the 1 paragraph thing but it’s soulmate prompts? lol)