#bokuto ff

[jasscheeks]

haikyuu ; the wing spikers

their reactions to if you had to go home

pairings: iwaizumi, tsukishima, hinata, osamu, ushijima, bokuto, suna, and asahi x fem!reader

i hope this isn’t too longgg i just wanted to make sure i got just abt everyone

tell me if i forget anybody or there’s someone else you want to see!

warnings: after-timeskip characters, i love ushijima yall

m.list

pretty setter edition

IWAIZUMI hops up with you when you get up and starts helping you look for your stuff. you'd been staying over for a few days, it might've been longer but the two of you stopped counting. you stayed so long to the point where he'd reserved a few drawers and hangers for your clothes, making his apartment a place where you can live comfortably. his house became like a home away from home to you, just like he intended.

but you're confused as he starts following you towards the door and slipping his shoes on with you. last time you checked, you were the one who didn't live here. "iwa? where are you going?" you ask but he just shrugs and grabs both of your coats and sidles behind you.

"what do you mean?" he holds your jacket open for you to slip your arms through. "i'm taking you back to your apartment," he explained as you turned towards him, helping you adjust the sleeves of your jacket.

you looked up at your boyfriend as if he'd grown another eye. "it's pretty late though," you then returned the gesture as you helped him put his coat on. while you straightened out the front of his jacket, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"babe that's even more of a reason for me to take you," he chuckled, eyes practically glistening as he stared down at you. "there's no way i'm letting you take the subway alone this late at night," he told you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. seeing the look on your face, he could tell you were readying your protest. so he beat you to it, "and it's fine, i want to drive you home, that's just more time together."

so without another word, you hopped into the passenger's seat of iwaizumi's car. your laughter, the music you played between your shared account, and your singing filled the interior. as he glanced over at you, a smile immediately plastered itself on your lips, proving iwaizumi's point that he couldn't be any happier than when he's with you. you bring a certain light to any situation that no one can replicate.

however, on the ride back it was quiet, just him and the playlist the two of you had created. the whole ride every song would remind him of you, and he could imagine you now, singing your heart out in the passenger seat. he could hear your coax as you desperately tried to get him to sing at least one line. but looking over at the passenger's side, he was met with the vacant space that was reserved for you only.

back at his apartment, it wasn't any better now that everything reminded him of you. he saw you at every crevice and every turn, it was starting to feel a little lonely and empty without his other half around. you lit up his apartment with your very presence, every single lamp would simply pale in comparison.

20 minutes into the silence, he was starting to think that maybe he should've convinced you to spend just one more night.

"what are you doing?" TSUKISHIMA asks, seeing you slowly gathering your stuff together. you'd just been lounging about in his apartment, now watching some random movie on netflix as you cuddled into his side.

well, you were until you suddenly got up and grabbed your bag and started shoving your stuff inside.

even though tsukishima would never admit it, he loved having you so close. you were so warm and cuddly that he couldn’t help but want to keep you around him, it was hard not to miss you. so feeling your body heat leave his side he immediately noticed and turned to look at you.

peering over your shoulder, you can already feel his hard stare on you before even making eye contact. without his glasses, he looked even sharper than he is with them on.

“oh, it's just, it’s getting a little late tsuki," you stated as you gently put your bag down, your arms relaxing, "i don't want to overstay my welcome, you know?"

his eyebrow quirked up just hearing that. "overstay?" he repeated, sass laced throughout his voice. you turned completely towards him before he shook his head and reached over, "what are you on about?" he grunted as he grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you back into his arms, returning you to his side just as you were.

"just..." he looked down at you only to pause seeing the way you were ogling at him. just seeing your eyes sparkle, he could've sworn he felt his heart stop for a second. it didn't help that he found you to be the prettiest girl on the planet. and to think you were here and only had eyes for him, he felt like the luckiest guy alive.

looking away, he felt his cheeks warm up as blood rushed to his face. "stay for now..." he then muttered, "and stop looking at me like that."

your sweet, sweet giggles filled the air, knowing the way tsukishima gets embarrassed all too well. he can never fool you, even as he tried to look all tough you could still see the tips of his ears turning red like apples. "stop looking at you like what?" you teased, laying your head on his chest, intertwining your fingers with the hand he had wrapped around your waist.

he didn't dare look at you, knowing you'd only tease him more. you were beating him at his own game like you always did, doing the exact thing that made him fall head over heels for you. "i don’t find you funny," he quipped in the most serious tone he could muster, but he's lying straight through his teeth.

HINATA watched on curiously, as you kissed his cheek and stood up from the couch the two of you had huddled together on. “huh?” he asked out loud, waiting for you to repeat what you had just said.

his eyes followed you as you walked to the kitchen, watching as you grabbed your keys from the counter, the jingle of them immediately catching his attention. that sound was way too familiar for him, and he had an idea of what was coming next.

"you’re going home?" he asked as he leant his head backwards over the head of the couch, his vision looking as though you were walking on the ceiling towards the bedroom. a few seconds passed by and you were walking out with your bag, eyes finding his. you were definitely leaving, and he could already feel his heart dropping.

as you approached him, you snorted, his silly posture tickling your heartstrings. placing your hands on either side of his face, you leant over to press a soft kiss onto his pouted lips. "mhm, it’s about that time,” you confirmed his worst fear. as soon as the two of you parted he was quick to sit up, seemingly giving himself whiplash but that never was the case with hinata.

“but why?” he asked, slightly making you jump at his sudden outburst of energy. “you’re leaving already? it feels like you just got here…” he scratched the back of his head, his eyebrows knitting together.

whenever he was with you, his internal clock slowed down so he could savor every moment with you. time passed by so excruciatingly slow, though he’d rather that than time to fly by. he noticed that he truly wanted to be present for every minute when he was near you, so of course he made sure to give you his utmost attention.

and he was quite well at what he did. he’s never made you feel like he wasn’t listening or like he was annoyed with your presence. in his eyes, you were like the sun and him the sunflower that made it a point to find the sun. “shoyo, i’ve been here all day!” you giggled those contagious giggles he was drinking up, his own smile growing onto his lips as well. throwing your arms over his shoulders from where you stood behind the couch, your laughter filled his ears. you just couldn’t help it, he was cute without even trying.

his muscular hand met your side, the other grabbing hold of your arm. “no, seriously! you really can’t stay?” he asked as he slightly laughed just hearing your bellows. his thumb rubbed soothing circles into your arm, hoping that this little bit would convince you.

his eyes gave you that same look he always gave you when you had to leave. eyebrows furrowed, brown eyes filled with sadness, and the tiny jut of his lips, you knew his tricks all too well. “please? just one night?” he added, flashing a pleading smile your way.

just like you knew him, he knew you all too well. he could see you crumbling bit by bit, internally debating if you should stay or not. and of course, it was clear to the both of you that soon “one night” would turn into multiple.

you sighed, tilting your head to the side as you played with the orange hairs that fell at the back of his neck. “mmm…fine, just one more night,” you bit his bait, immediately noticing the victorious smile that curled itself onto his lips.

he pulled you in close and pressed a long kiss into your check, “alright! now come back over here! i’m starting to get cold,” he released you from his arms, watching giddily as you made your way around and back into his cuddles, right where you belonged.

OSAMU is confused when you start making moves to leave. you start talking about how late it is and how you have a class in the morning. but how could you even think about leaving when the both of you are so comfortable, snuggled up on his bed right now? he can be the one to take you to your classes too, problem solved.

but he sees you slowly moving away, and it's hurting his heart bit by bit. "babe, you're hurting my feelings right now, where are you going?" he asked, sneaky fingers inching closer to your waist.

you freeze, eyes finally meeting his. the look in them is unreadable, but you can tell by the tone of his voice he doesn't appreciate you scooting off the bed. "it's about time i start heading home, 'samu. i've been here all day," you answered, not even noticing the arm he snaked around your waist.

he shrugged, "duh, but i don't mind," he quipped as he slowly pulled you back into his chest, "can't this be like your second home?" he cuddled back into you, hoping you wouldn't move away again. "your home away from home?" he suggested, with his arms wrapped securely around you, he nuzzled his face into your neck like he had before.

"but ‘samu…” you asked him, your voice echoing in his ears. “are you sure?” he hummed back affirmatively, the sound of his deep voice vibrating against your neck, tickling your skin. you couldn't fight the smile that spread on your lips, "so if i moved in tomorrow you wouldn't be mad?" you asked again, making him hum confusedly.

"nope, actually, that can be arranged,” and just like that, he sent your heart straight to the clouds. he adjusted himself to where he hovered over your body with his arms holding him up. "i like it better when you're here, it looks and feels a lot brighter, ya' know?" his eyes bore into yours, the warm yet serious glint in them sending butterflies bounding around your insides. "maybe it's about time you move in."

you reached for his cheeks, a smile on your lips as you guided him back down. "guess i'm staying permanently, hmm?" softly, you pressed yours against his, your smile spreading to his lips with one touch. his woody musk and the smell of his restaurant filled your nostrils. its delicious scent filled your lungs and suddenly you craved his cooking. and of course, the only way you could get that was by spending the night.

his hands roamed down, pulling your leg to wrap around his waist, the mere feeling of his touch sending a whirlwind of butterflies fluttering through your stomach. as your kisses began to get a bit more feverish, both your hands began to wander around each other, the ins and outs of your bodies feeling like second nature to the two of you.

so softly, he murmured against your lips, “mhm, we can work the details out later, baby,” he kissed your chin this time, trailing his way down. “just for right now…stay, please.”

"i’d like it if you stayed," USHIJIMA suggested, turning his head to you. you sat with your body facing his, legs sitting over his lap as his big, strong hands massaged soothing circles over your calves. his massage only stopped when you’d mentioned heading back to your own apartment. “i like having you here,” he trailed a hand down from your knee to your ankle.

you blinked back, getting the exact answer you expected. you were merely testing the waters, considering this was the first time you’d stayed over for so long. “i’ve been here all day though, toshi,” you tilted your head to the side, eyes never once leaving his. so far the water was warm and inviting.

“doesn’t make me like it any less,” he shrugged back, directing his eyes to the pretty pair of legs sitting in his lap. “it’s fine, there’s no rule saying you can’t stay longer,” he grazed his gentle touch over your skin, the mere feeling of his calloused fingers gliding over you sent shivers up your spine. you loved how he expressed himself unapologetically. there was nothing but transparency between the two of you. no secrets, no lies, just transparent love.

ushijima wasn’t a man of many words, but when he felt strongly about something, he’d make it known. you always adored that about him. you could listen to him ramble about volleyball for hours, because the sparkle it brought to your lovers eyes was something worth witnessing.

he was much of the same, always giving you his undivided attention and respect when you’d open up to him. it’s only been a little bit over a year since the two of you started dating, but he could already see you being his last. just watching you smile and laugh as you recalled something from your day, he can already imagine you moving through your shared home, glistening ring on your finger as you joined him on the couch just as you are now. he wanted to be the reason behind that smile, behind that melodious laugh that could be heard from far and wide.

you’re his first and last love, and ushijima’s sure of it.

“so you don’t mind if i stay the night?” you flashed that sweet smile he often dreamt about. just looking at you he was transported back to the first time he met you at one of his games. back then he just knew he needed to have you, and his gut hasn’t proven him wrong yet.

exhaling through his nose laughing, he hooked an arm underneath your legs and pulled you further down the couch. dipping you back onto the plush cushions beneath you, you caught a glimpse of the grin on his lips as he hovered over you. “i wouldn’t mind if you decided to stay a lifetime,” he pressed a kiss into your cheek, picking his legs up onto the couch as well. as he pressed more kisses into your skin, he basked in the sweet giggles that fell from your lips, your soft hands meeting his cheeks.

“toshi, stop that tickles!” you squealed the closer he got to the crook of your neck, the exact place you were ticklish. he knew that of course, kissing that spot on purpose just to hear you laugh.

he pressed just a few more kisses into your jaw and cheeks, before he was coming up to meet your eyes. your smile was contagious, as he leant into the touch you ghosted over his cheek, craving for more, “so you’re staying over?” he asked, one last time.

just by the look in your eyes, he had an idea what the answer would be. pulling him back down you murmured against his lips, “i’m staying for a lifetime,” you smiled before pressing further, capturing his lips with yours.

BOKUTO goes into extreme sulk mode, he's as dramatic as can be. he's helping you get your stuff together, just very...very...slowly. he's hoping that maybe the slower he goes the faster you'll forget and stay over for a few more hours.

earlier you were showering him with kisses and endless affection, now you were talking about leaving him? what man would be okay with that? definitely not this one.

he can't function without waking up to your pretty face in the early mornings. who will he wait on in those late nights to come back to his arms? who will he try to make food for on those nights they want to have homemade food? and who will he have to hold him when he's feeling down? you were one of his life sources, he always feels so energized and content when he's in your presence.

"kou, for the last time, i'm not leaving you, i'm just leaving your apartment." you pressed your lips against his cheek, your hands holding either side of his face. here he was holding your waist against his slumped body, sunken shoulders conveying his distaste for the loss of your company. he mumbled something along the lines of that's basically the same thing, making you tut your lips at him.

he looked down at you, those dejected eyes telling you just how much he wanted you to stay. "babe, you can facetime me when i get home, i'll call you as soon as i get back."

"i know, i know...just," he nodded, leaning into your soft touch. he was never this sulky whenever you left his apartment. of course there was the occasional whining here and there, but this was a full-blown emotional roller coaster. "not even for a few more hours?" he tilted his head into the palm of your hand, letting his gaze remain locked on yours. he'd never shy away from making eye contact with you, you were just about the only thing he could stare at for hours on end.

his pretty girl, he's completely enamored by you he can't exist in a world without you, or better yet an apartment that doesn't have you in it. "not even, i have to go home and finish packing for my trip," you cooed, but for some reason that only made matters worse.

he'd almost let the fact that you'll be gone for a whole two weeks on your girl's trip to cancun slip from his mind. it was just the icing on the cake. why can't you just bring him along? he always argues that he wouldn't bother you at all unless you call for him. "ugh, that's two long weeks without you," he hugged you tighter, burying his face into your shoulder this time, relishing in the giggles that fell from your pretty lips. "i'm missing you already," he mumbled, as he nuzzled into your skin, feeling your soft touch along the base of his neck. the sound of your laugh lifted the weight off his shoulders just a little bit, but he still was torn over this.

even as you hop into your car and drive away, he's leaning on his doorframe, hoping you'll return home as soon as you can.

"why are you trying to leave?" SUNA demands in that monotone voice, his strong arms holding you tight against his chest. you squirmed all you could, giggling at how serious he was. he'd caught you red-handed as you tiptoed around his apartment discreetly gathering your things without notifying him first. he scooped you up so quick, keeping you in hug jail until you answered him.

it was all within good reason though. you knew exactly how he acted when you left his apartment. suddenly his clingy side would come out to play and you were back in his arms for another day or so. how could you say no to him? he was so pretty and his hazel eyes only melted that adamant facade you'd put up. suna rintarou was utterly irresistible in your eyes.

you weren't complaining though, because when you think about it, you like being at his apartment more than anywhere else. contrary to your joint friends' belief, his apartment was way more clean than they'd joked about. he kept it clean and tidy and always kept some of your clothes over so you'd have something to change into. but he did prefer you wear his clothes a lot more, saying they made you look cute.

"suna! let gooo, i promise i'll be back later!" you turned your head to look at him. as you lifted your hand to caress the left side of his face, he turned inwards so he could look at you. "we'll see each other on saturday," you giggled at the pout on his lips and the way his deadpan expression barely changed.

he shook his head, "it's tuesday, that's too far," he groaned before he unraveled his self from around you. instead, he ducked down and hooked an arm under your legs, supporting your back with his other arm as he hoisted you up into his arms. hearing your girly squeals and feeling you cling onto him for dear life, he snickered and mumbled a small, "i got you," adjusting your position so he could keep you secure against his chest.

swiftly, he began walking back to the bedroom, ready to return to that comfy position the two of you were just in, all before you so rudely got up and left him. "rin, i'm still leaving." you smacked his shoulder, noticing he was doing all he could to ignore your pleas.

he gently let you down onto the soft sheets, before crashing next to you, pulling you back into his arms. his grip was firm, even as you tried to break free from his arms, he wasn't budging at all. softly, he pressed a kiss against your forehead, smiling at the way you relaxed, "shhh, let's just sleep for now."

but even after he dragged you back to the bed, you found a way to get home after all. he stood at the doorframe, pulling out all the stops to get you to stay but you weren’t budging.

finally, you gave him his goodbye kiss, and of course he was trying to use that as opening to pull you back inside (he failed). expect a lengthy facetime call of him listing a plethora of pros if you move in together once you make it home.

"you're leaving?" ASAHI sleepily murmurs into your temple, his arms still draped around your frame. his big hands rested at the small of your back, and with his muscular arms hugging you close, you were basking in the warmth that emanated off of his core. and that only made it harder to move.

mumbling, you snuggled further into his chest as you snaked your arm up and around his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him. "mhm...i gotta get home," the drowsy tone was still so prominent in your voice. your words held no real intention, because as long as asahi was the comfy, warm, grizzly bear that he is, you weren't moving a single inch.

after the day the two of you spent outside his apartment, this nap was much needed. he had taken you on quite the eventful date that lasted just about all day. first, you hit up your favorite breakfast place, then both of yours and his favorite clothing shops, he even bought you a few things and vice versa. on top of that he took you to a dine in movie theater. and again after the theater, he had to take you out to ice cream. the two of you came to the conclusion a few dates back that no date is complete without ice cream.

all that food and running around the city was definitely catching up to you both. it seemed as soon as you stepped foot in asahi's apartment, melatonin lingered in the air that had the two of you walking like zombies to his bed. he was quick to hoist you up into his arms, keeping you pressed up against his chest as the two of you dozed off.

"hm," he hummed, his soft yet deep voice echoing through your ears. "when are you leaving?" he asked, his sleepy voice sending butterflies throughout your body.

you hummed, trying to figure out just when you were going to leave. but the more you sunk into the warmth that was practically radiating off of his body, the more you didn’t want to leave. you'd been at his place all day, so you felt like it was about time you started heading home. but these cuddles were well-needed and heavily persuading your previous choices.

prying your eyes open, you searched his sleepy expression, your own drowsy mind taking over as you slowly blinked up at him. his eyes were fully closed and his lips were slightly parted, to which you placed a sweet kiss to the corner of. "in...a little bit," you finished. but that was most definitely a lie.

as his lips curled into a bashful grin, you were snuggling back into your position. already, you could feel yourself drifting off to take yet another nap, wrapped up in his arms.

thank you for reading!! and please repost! if i missed anybody or there’s someone you want to see, let me know!!!

[nitaekook]

Give You Love

by nitaekook | 4/? | NR | 17,296

Akaashi invites Bokuto over to study, but the evening takes on a more complicated tone when Bokuto joins his family for dinner. Tensions rise as Akaashi’s parents subtly express disapproval of volleyball, putting pressure on Akaashi to prioritize academics. Bokuto navigates the awkward dinner with unexpected ease, supporting Akaashi through the underlying tension. Despite Bokuto’s lighthearted attitude, Akaashi is left reflecting on the differences between his own family’s rigid expectations and Bokuto’s easygoing nature. As the night wears on, both friends begin to sense that their relationship may be evolving into something deeper.

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Chapter 4 - Hidden Currents

Akaashi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt for what felt like the hundredth time. His reflection stared back at him, calm and composed on the surface, but beneath that façade was a churning sea of nerves. Today was important. More important than any practice or tournament. Bokuto was coming over to study.

But it wasn’t just the studying that had him feeling on edge. No, it was dinner. Akaashi had known it would come eventually—introducing Bokuto to his parents, facing the inevitable scrutiny that would follow. He hadn’t told them much about volleyball since joining the team. In fact, he had avoided the topic entirely, choosing to slip home late in the evenings, hoping that the sound of clattering dishes and murmured conversations would mask his late returns. But tonight, there would be no hiding. His parents would see him with Bokuto, and there was no telling how they would react.

“Keiji, your friend is here!” his sister’s voice echoed from downstairs.

He sighed, giving himself one last look before heading down the stairs, his heart pounding with every step. When he reached the bottom, Bokuto stood in the entryway, his usual wide grin plastered on his face, looking completely at ease. He was dressed casually, a light jacket over his school uniform, and his energy seemed to fill the room as soon as he entered.

“Kaashi!” Bokuto greeted brightly, waving as if they hadn’t seen each other earlier that day. His enthusiasm was contagious, and Akaashi couldn’t help but smile, even though his nerves were still very much present.

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi replied, his voice quieter than usual. “Thanks for coming.”

Bokuto waved him off. “Of course! We’ve got to get those science scores up, right?” He clapped a hand on Akaashi’s shoulder, completely oblivious to the tension in the air.

Akaashi’s eyes darted toward the dining room, where the faint sounds of his parents preparing dinner could be heard. His father’s voice was low and steady, his mother’s softer but still firm. They weren’t strict, not in the traditional sense, but they had expectations—unspoken rules about academics, success, and appearances. Volleyball wasn’t part of that plan.

They stepped into the dining room, and Akaashi’s mother looked up first, her expression unreadable. His father followed suit, giving a small nod in acknowledgment of Bokuto’s presence.

Bokuto smiled as he took in the room, though he could already feel the difference between Akaashi’s home and his own. The atmosphere here was quiet, almost… tense. His own family was always loud at dinner, full of laughter, teasing, and conversations that spilled over each other. But here? It was stiff. Like a play rehearsed too many times.

“This is Bokuto Koutarou,” Akaashi said, gesturing to him. “He’s… a teammate. From volleyball.”

Bokuto’s smile widened at the mention of volleyball, but he could feel the tension radiating from Akaashi beside him. The shift in the air was subtle, but Bokuto’s instincts picked it up immediately—there was something unspoken between Akaashi and his parents about volleyball, something that made his friend uncomfortable.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware you were still participating in that,” Akaashi’s father said, his voice carrying a slight edge of disapproval that Bokuto didn’t miss.

Bokuto frowned internally, though he didn’t show it. “Still participating?” he thought, confused by the tone. In his family, volleyball was a big deal—something to celebrate and be proud of. But here, it felt like it was something Akaashi had to hide.

Akaashi swallowed, his voice even but tense. “Yes. I’ve been going to practice after school.”

Bokuto could sense the discomfort in his friend’s posture. Akaashi rarely talked about his family, but now Bokuto was starting to understand why. This wasn’t like his house, where everyone shouted over each other, the energy high, playful. The air in the dining room felt… heavy.

His father’s eyes flicked to Bokuto, then back to Akaashi. “I hope this volleyball nonsense isn’t cutting into your studies. You know how important your academics are.”

Nonsense? The word hit Bokuto like a spike blocked at the net. He blinked, surprised at the dismissive tone. Volleyball wasn’t nonsense—it was his life. And he knew Akaashi was just as serious about it, even if he wasn’t as loud about it as Bokuto was.

But before Bokuto could let his frustration show, he caught Akaashi’s nervous glance. That was all it took to calm him down. Instead of snapping back, Bokuto straightened his posture, letting his usual grin soften into something more respectful. He had to handle this carefully.

“Don’t worry, sir,” Bokuto said, keeping his voice polite but firm. “Akaashi’s doing really well in school. We’re actually here to study tonight, to make sure he’s on track for his exams.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Bokuto saw Akaashi blink in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected him to answer so smoothly. Bokuto wasn’t always the best with words, but he could read situations when he needed to. And right now, Akaashi needed him to help keep the peace.

Akaashi’s mother gave a small smile at Bokuto’s words, clearly appreciating his politeness. “That’s good to hear,” she said, her tone lighter than her husband’s. “It’s always nice to see friends supporting each other in their studies.”

Bokuto nodded, feeling a little more at ease now that the conversation had smoothed out. But as they all sat down for dinner, the unease lingered. The conversation was… different. Stilted, like a classroom discussion rather than a meal. His own family dinners were messy, noisy affairs, with his sisters teasing him and his mom reminding him to eat more vegetables. This felt more like an interview.

The conversation dragged on, a series of polite questions from his parents that only served to deepen the tension in Akaashi’s chest. His father occasionally asked Bokuto about school or his plans for the future, while his mother made polite comments about the food or their upcoming exams. Bokuto, to his credit, navigated it all perfectly, answering each question with a warmth that managed to ease some of the discomfort.

But then his father brought up volleyball again, and Akaashi braced himself.

“It’s all well and good that you’re playing sports,” his father said, turning his attention back to Akaashi, “but I hope you’re not getting too caught up in it. After all, it’s just a game. It’s not going to take you anywhere.”

Akaashi stiffened, the words hitting him like a physical blow. His father’s words weren’t just dismissive—they were condescending. He kept his eyes on his plate, resisting the urge to argue. But before he could say anything, Bokuto jumped in, once again saving him from having to respond.

Bokuto felt a flash of irritation at the way Akaashi’s father brushed volleyball aside, but he didn’t let it show. He was used to people not understanding the sport’s importance, but to hear someone say it wasn’t going to take Akaashi anywhere? That rubbed him the wrong way.

But instead of snapping back, Bokuto took a breath, keeping his voice respectful but firm. “Actually, sir,” he said, with a hint of pride, “volleyball can open a lot of doors. There are scholarships and career opportunities in the sport. It’s not just a game—it teaches discipline, teamwork, and perseverance. Things that help in all aspects of life.”

For a moment, there was silence. Bokuto could feel Akaashi tense beside him, but he kept his focus on Akaashi’s father, who looked slightly taken aback by the response. There was a pause, and Bokuto wondered if he had overstepped, but then Akaashi’s father nodded, albeit slowly.

“I see,” he said, his voice neutral. “Well, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your studies.”

Bokuto’s shoulders relaxed a little, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was off. It wasn’t just about volleyball. There was something more here��something unspoken but heavy. He glanced at Akaashi, who gave him a small, grateful smile, but Bokuto could tell his friend wasn’t completely at ease.

The rest of the dinner went by in stilted conversation. Akaashi’s mother kept asking polite, safe questions, but the unease never quite left the room. Then, near the end of the meal, Akaashi’s father spoke again, his tone casual, but the words made Bokuto’s brow furrow.

“You know, Akaashi,” his father said, as if offering advice, “as you move forward in life, it’s important to keep your priorities straight. Focus on your academics, your career, and eventually finding a good woman to marry. Someone who compliments you and comes from a good family. We all want what’s best for you.”

Bokuto blinked, glancing at Akaashi, whose grip on his chopsticks tightened just slightly. There was nothing overtly wrong with the statement, but something about the way it was said… rubbed Bokuto the wrong way. It felt like there was an implication there, something Akaashi wasn’t comfortable with.

Bokuto wasn’t sure if it was his place to say anything, but the comment lingered in his mind. Marriage? It felt so distant, so disconnected from everything they were focused on now—volleyball, school, just being teenagers. Why was Akaashi’s dad bringing it up so seriously?

Akaashi only nodded stiffly, offering no response, and the conversation quickly moved on, but Bokuto couldn’t shake the tension that had settled over the table. Something about the way Akaashi had reacted told him this wasn’t the first time he’d heard something like that.

-

After dinner, they retreated to Akaashi’s room, their steps light as they climbed the stairs. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Akaashi let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His body sagged slightly, the tension from the dinner finally ebbing away now that they were out of earshot.

“I’m sorry about that,” Akaashi muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “My parents… they’re not very supportive of volleyball.”

Bokuto, already rifling through his bag, shook his head and waved him off. “It’s fine, Kaashi! Really. I get it. Parents worry about stuff like that.”

But Akaashi wasn’t so sure. His parents’ concerns went beyond normal worry. There was always something unspoken, a rigidness in their expectations that weighed on him, heavier than he wanted to admit. He could tell by the furrow in Bokuto’s brow that he had noticed the tension too, even if he didn’t fully grasp the undercurrents that had rippled beneath the surface of their dinner conversation.

He glanced at Bokuto—who was now setting up his textbooks and notes on Akaashi’s desk—and found himself wondering what kind of family dinners Bokuto was used to. He imagined they were loud and boisterous, full of teasing and laughter, with no looming pressure to be perfect. Akaashi had heard stories from Bokuto about his sisters and their lively home, but seeing Bokuto handle the strained atmosphere tonight made him realize just how different their worlds were.

Bokuto’s smile hadn’t faltered once through the whole meal. He had navigated the conversation with such ease, even when Akaashi’s father had subtly undermined the value of volleyball. How did he do it? Akaashi wondered. How could Bokuto-san be so unfazed by things that weighed so heavily on him?

“You handled that really well,” Akaashi said after a moment, his voice quieter, almost hesitant.

Bokuto looked up, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“The way you talked to my parents,” Akaashi clarified. “You… understood the situation.”

Bokuto blinked, then shrugged with a small grin, scratching the back of his head. “Well, I kinda figured they wouldn’t be too thrilled about volleyball, so I just tried to show them how it’s more than just a game.” He paused, looking a little sheepish. “I didn’t wanna make things harder for you.”

Akaashi stared at him for a moment, something warm and unfamiliar curling in his chest. It hit him again, just as it had during dinner—Bokuto wasn’t just the loud, energetic person everyone saw on the surface. He was thoughtful. He cared about the people around him, even if he didn’t always show it in the most conventional ways. He had known exactly how to navigate his parents’ rigid expectations, even without knowing the full story.

“Thanks,” Akaashi said softly, sitting down beside him at the desk, his mind still whirling with thoughts he couldn’t quite name.

“No problem,” Bokuto replied, flashing him a grin before diving into their study materials. “Now, let’s get you ready to ace that science exam!”

Akaashi let out a quiet breath, grateful for Bokuto’s shift back to their usual banter. For now, at least, they could leave the tension of the dinner behind them.

As they started going over the study materials, Bokuto fell into an easy rhythm, his explanations clear and concise, despite the usual scatterbrained persona he carried on the volleyball court. He made complicated concepts seem simple, breaking down Akaashi’s science notes with a precision that made Akaashi feel more confident with each passing minute.

But even as they worked, Akaashi couldn’t fully focus. His thoughts kept drifting back to the dinner table, to the quiet weight of his father’s expectations, and then to Bokuto, who seemed to move through the world with a lightness Akaashi envied. He had noticed the differences before, of course, but tonight it was more pronounced. Bokuto’s family felt like a warm, open place, a place where he could be exactly who he was without constantly feeling judged or second-guessed. Akaashi’s home wasn’t like that.

Not that his parents were cruel—they weren’t. But everything here felt measured, planned, and boxed into narrow definitions of success. Academics were always at the forefront, and anything outside of that was a distraction, something to be tolerated at best, dismissed at worst. His father’s comment about eventually marrying a woman who came from a “good family” had only solidified that sense of confinement, like his life was already written out for him in neat, inflexible lines.

Bokuto, on the other hand, seemed completely free of that kind of pressure. Or if he wasn’t, he sure didn’t let it show.

From Bokuto’s side of the desk, he glanced over at Akaashi, noticing how quiet he had gotten. Bokuto had seen this look on his friend’s face before—a kind of inward pull, as if Akaashi’s thoughts were spiraling somewhere far away. He paused, watching him for a moment, sensing the subtle shift in the air.

Akaashi had been tense all night. Bokuto wasn’t great at reading into things like other people might be, but even he could feel that the dinner had been uncomfortable, like a conversation with a lot left unsaid. His family didn’t talk like that. They didn’t sit in silence or skirt around topics that felt heavy or awkward. If something needed to be said, it was said, even if it was messy. Bokuto was used to noise, to affection, to a warmth that Akaashi’s house seemed to lack.

“Kaashi?” Bokuto asked, his voice gentle, bringing Akaashi back to the present. “You okay?”

Akaashi blinked, his gaze refocusing on the textbook in front of him. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice steady despite the storm of thoughts in his head. “I’m fine.”

But Bokuto wasn’t convinced. He wasn’t the best at picking up on subtleties, but there was something different about Akaashi tonight—something quieter, more withdrawn. He could tell Akaashi was holding something back, though Bokuto couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

Still, he didn’t push. Instead, he nodded, giving Akaashi space to come back to the material, even as that nagging feeling stayed with him, wondering what exactly was weighing his friend down.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and a moment later, Akaashi’s older sister, Emiko, appeared in the doorway. She leaned against the frame, her arms crossed over her chest and a curious look in her eyes.

“So,” she began, her gaze flicking between Akaashi and Bokuto, “studying, huh?”

Akaashi nodded, his expression neutral, though his mind was still whirling. “Yes. Studying.”

Emiko’s lips twitched, as if she were suppressing a smile. Her gaze lingered a little too long on Bokuto, her eyes narrowing slightly in that teasing, knowing way that only older sisters seemed to master. “Right. Just… studying.”

Akaashi frowned, sensing the underlying implication in her tone. There it was again—something unspoken, something sharp, hidden beneath her words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Akaashi asked, his voice tight.

“Nothing,” Emiko replied innocently, though the teasing lilt in her voice was unmistakable. “Just making sure you’re both, you know… focused.”

Akaashi felt his face heat up, irritation and embarrassment swirling together. Before he could come up with a retort, Bokuto chimed in with his usual enthusiasm, completely unfazed.

“Don’t worry! We’re super focused! I’m helping Kaashi get ready for his science exam.”

Emiko raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to Bokuto. “Kaashi, huh?”

Akaashi’s stomach flipped, heat rushing to his face. He shot his sister a warning look, but she only smirked, clearly enjoying herself.

“Well, good luck with your studying,” she said, her voice light but her eyes sharp as she turned to leave. “And don’t forget—mom and dad like to check in, so… keep the door open.”

Akaashi’s face burned as she disappeared down the hall, and Bokuto let out a laugh, shaking his head as he turned back to the desk.

“She seems cool,” Bokuto said, oblivious to the implications that lingered between the lines of her teasing.

Akaashi sighed, rubbing his temples. “She’s… something.”

They returned to their study session, but the nagging feeling from before had returned, gnawing at the edges of Akaashi’s thoughts. He couldn’t shake the feeling that his sister had noticed something—something in the way he and Bokuto interacted, in the way they sat just a little too close, in the way they spoke to each other with a kind of familiarity that went beyond simple friendship.

Did she suspect something? No. There was nothing to suspect. They were just friends. Teammates. Nothing more.

But the uncertainty persisted, leaving Akaashi’s thoughts in a tangled mess as they worked through the rest of their notes. Every time Bokuto leaned in close to point out something in the textbook, Akaashi felt his heart race, his skin hyper-aware of the slight brush of Bokuto’s arm against his. It was just studying, but it didn’t feel like just studying.

And that was what unsettled him the most.

-

Later that night, after Akaashi had walked him to the door and the cool night air had enveloped him, Bokuto found himself more unsettled than usual. It wasn’t the science material—that had been easy enough to go through. No, it was something else that had weighed on him ever since dinner at Akaashi’s house. He had always known there were differences between his family and Akaashi’s, but tonight had put them into stark relief.

Bokuto wasn’t one to dwell on things, but the rigid atmosphere at the dinner table, the tension in Akaashi’s shoulders that hadn’t disappeared even after they retreated to his room, kept replaying in his mind. He had seen Akaashi tense before—on the court, sometimes, when a play wasn’t going well—but this felt different. More personal.

And Bokuto, for all his energy and enthusiasm, didn’t know how to help.

So, he did what he always did when something didn’t make sense to him: he turned to Konoha.

“Yo, Konoha!” Bokuto greeted the next morning as he slid into the seat next to his teammate before class started. His voice was a little quieter than usual, more serious. He didn’t feel like broadcasting this conversation to the whole classroom.

Konoha raised an eyebrow, looking over at Bokuto with a smirk. “What’s up, Bokuto? You look like you’ve got something on your mind. Don’t tell me you’re thinking too hard again—last time that happened, you almost fried your brain.”

Bokuto waved him off, his usual enthusiasm dimmed slightly. “No, no, it’s not like that.” He paused, frowning. “It’s about Kaashi.”

At that, Konoha’s expression shifted, his smirk softening into something more curious, almost concerned. “Akaashi? Did something happen?”

Bokuto scratched the back of his head, trying to find the right words. “Not really. I mean… we studied last night at his place, and everything was fine, but…” He trailed off, his brow furrowing. “It was weird, you know? His parents were super intense about school, and I just got this feeling that he’s under a lot of pressure. Like, more than I thought.”

Konoha hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, I figured Akaashi’s family would be that type. All proper and academic. I can see why that might throw you off, considering your family’s… well, you know. Different.”

Bokuto nodded. “It’s not just that, though. I dunno… it just felt like he’s carrying more than he lets on. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell. His parents are pretty strict, and there was this moment during dinner where his dad mentioned something about him getting too caught up in volleyball.” Bokuto glanced at Konoha, guilt flickering across his face. “I just… I don’t want to make things harder for him.”

Konoha was silent for a moment, taking in what Bokuto had said. Finally, he let out a sigh and shook his head. “Look, Bokuto, Akaashi’s not the type to let anyone—or anything—get in the way of his responsibilities. He’s a smart guy. If he’s feeling pressured, it’s not because of volleyball. It’s probably just the weight of his family’s expectations. And that’s not on you.”

Bokuto nodded, though he still looked uncertain. “Yeah, I guess. I just don’t want him to feel like he has to hide that stuff from me, you know?”

Konoha smiled faintly. “You care about him a lot, huh?”

Bokuto’s face brightened at that, the tension easing from his features. “Of course! He’s my best friend! I want him to feel like he can talk to me.”

“Give it time,” Konoha said, leaning forward and clapping Bokuto on the shoulder. “Akaashi doesn’t open up easily. But you’re already closer to him than anyone else. He trusts you. Just be there for him, and he’ll come around when he’s ready.”

Bokuto nodded again, his usual grin returning as Konoha’s words sunk in. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just keep doing my best.”

Konoha’s smirk returned, but he held back, watching Bokuto with a slight shake of his head. Bokuto might have picked up on some of Akaashi’s tension, but he was still oblivious to the deeper implications. Konoha had seen it all—the way Akaashi’s gaze lingered on Bokuto for just a second too long, the subtle tension in his body whenever they sat too close. And then there was Bokuto, all loud and friendly, completely unaware that Akaashi was probably losing sleep over his every little gesture.

Konoha had to admit, watching the two of them circle each other, completely oblivious to the possibility of something more, was starting to feel like watching the buildup to some kind of romantic comedy. The question was whether either of them would ever figure it out.

“Alright,” Konoha said, getting up with his bag slung over his shoulder. “Let’s head to lunch. I’ve got a plan.”

Akaashi arrived at their usual lunch table a little later than usual, his mind still tangled up in thoughts of last night’s study session. He had barely slept, the weight of his family’s scrutiny—and his sister’s teasing—making it hard to settle. Bokuto had been great, of course, but even now, the pressure of his parents’ expectations lingered.

As he sat down, Konoha, Bokuto, and Komi were already sitting there, engaged in conversation. Bokuto was laughing at something Konoha had said, his usual bright energy lighting up the room, while Komi chuckled quietly beside him. Akaashi let out a small sigh, trying to relax as he unpacked his bento.

“Hey, Akaashi!” Konoha greeted with a grin, leaning forward with a glint in his eyes that instantly put Akaashi on guard. Komi gave him a small wave, looking just as curious as Konoha. “So, Bokuto told us all about your little study date last night.”

Akaashi froze mid-motion, his chopsticks halfway to his mouth. “What?”

“Yeah,” Konoha continued, his grin widening with every word, “a nice, quiet evening studying together, dinner with the parents. Sounds like a classic first date to me.”

Akaashi felt his face flush as he quickly set his chopsticks down, his pulse quickening. “It wasn’t a date,” he insisted, his voice slightly strained. “We were just studying.”

Konoha raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing look with Komi, who was already snickering. “Oh, really? You mean you take all your study buddies to dinner with your parents? Interesting.”

Akaashi opened his mouth to retort, but Bokuto beat him to it.

“Oh, yeah! Konoha mentioned that earlier.” Bokuto turned to Akaashi, his expression completely earnest. “I guess it was kind of like a date, huh? I mean, we did have dinner, and then we studied. So… what did you think, Kaashi? How’d you like our date?”

Akaashi blinked, his brain short-circuiting as he tried to process what Bokuto had just said. “What—? I—Bokuto-san, it wasn’t a date!”

Bokuto looked genuinely confused. “It wasn’t? But Konoha said it was—”

“Konoha was joking!” Akaashi interrupted, his voice slightly higher than usual. His heart was pounding, and he could feel his face burning as he shot Konoha a desperate glare. Konoha, meanwhile, looked like he was on the verge of bursting into laughter, while Komi was already muffling his snickers behind his hand.

“Well, joke or not, it kinda felt like one,” Bokuto said with a shrug, completely unbothered. “I had fun, though! We should do it again sometime.”

Akaashi buried his face in his hands, completely mortified. His mind was racing, trying to figure out how the simple act of studying had spiraled into this disaster. Meanwhile, Konoha was practically dying of laughter next to him, leaning into Komi for support.

“You’re evil,” Akaashi muttered, glaring at Konoha from between his fingers.

Konoha wiped away a tear of laughter, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Oh, come on, Akaashi. You’re making this too easy. Besides, if that wasn’t a date, then what was it?”

“It was studying,” Akaashi said firmly, though the heat in his face hadn’t dissipated in the slightest. “Just… studying.”

“Seems like more than studying to me,” Komi piped in with a grin. “Bokuto, you sounded pretty excited about it this morning. I’m starting to think you’re the romantic type after all.”

Bokuto looked between Komi and Konoha, still completely unfazed. “I mean, studying is fun when it’s with Kaashi,” he said earnestly, turning back to Akaashi with a grin. “Next time, let’s study somewhere fun! We can get ice cream after.”

Akaashi groaned, sinking lower in his seat as Bokuto’s casual suggestion made his heart race. His face was practically burning at this point, while Konoha and Komi exchanged amused looks.

“Cute,” Konoha said, nudging Komi with a smirk. “This is like watching a rom-com in real life. We’ve got the oblivious leads and everything.”

Komi nodded, trying to stifle his laughter. “Akaashi, you’re going to give yourself a heart attack at this rate.”

Akaashi shot them both a look, but it only made them laugh harder. Bokuto, still clueless, leaned over and patted Akaashi’s back. “Kaashi, you’re too cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said, completely serious.

Akaashi froze, his breath catching as Bokuto’s words sunk in. Cute? Since when did Bokuto think he was cute?

As the lunch period wore on, Konoha and Komi continued to throw in subtle teasing comments, each one making Akaashi more flustered, while Bokuto remained completely oblivious to the deeper implications of their words. Akaashi, on the other hand, found himself growing more and more anxious, unable to shake the feeling that this was all a little too much like a date.

Meanwhile, Konoha watched the whole thing play out, his internal monologue one of both amusement and disbelief. If there was a more obvious pair of idiots in love, he hadn’t met them. Still, he had to admit, watching Akaashi’s composure crack in real time was pretty entertaining.

“All I’m saying,” Konoha finally added as they packed up for their next class, “is that if you two keep this up, you’re going to end up dating by accident.”

Akaashi groaned again, hiding his face in his hands while Bokuto chuckled beside him, still blissfully unaware of the chaos he’d been causing.

-

Why are we all Konoha during any BokuAka interaction? 🤣

[haikyuudescendants]

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Husband! Bokuto Koutaro; who every day seems to be your first date.

Husband! Bokuto Koutaro; who, for the first few months of marriage, couldn't stop bragging about having a husband/wife like you.

Husband! Bokuto Koutaro; who brings you breakfast in bed, even if it's just milk and cookies because he can't cook.

Husband! Bokuto Koutaro; who, always keeps the wedding ring on his finger except during games/training, where he keeps it tied around his neck as if it were a necklace.

Husband! Bokuto Koutaro; who never tires of showering you with compliments and appreciations, as if he were obsessed with you. he is .

Husband! Bokuto Koutaro; who, sometimes it makes you wonder if you married a grown man or adopted a child.

But in any case, he loves you like no one else could ever do <3

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[thinkin-bout-milgram]

Hello! If it’s okay, I’d like to know your thoughts on the Trikoto theory (3+ alters). I think it’s a cool theory! And pretty likely, honestly. (Here’s a document about it in case you don’t know what I’m talking about. I didn’t make it, and I unfortunately don’t know who did, I just found it in another blog)(I really hope that link works lol)

Hey FF! I was wondering when you might send something in. Not the topic I expected, but I'm here for it!

I've definitely heard of this theory before. I can't say I know for sure where it originated, but I've always been under the impression that a blog called @bertrandcaillet started it as they're the first one I saw talk about that theory and they told me about it a while ago. They've since deactivated, though, so I can't really check with them to see if that's true.

I think the trikoto theory is interesting, and I fully agree with what's said on the document about how it would be nice if Milgram is showing a system with more nuance than just having two alters.

That being said, I personally don't believe this theory for a number of reasons. I'm going to do my best to explain why here. I do want to say going into this that while I do have extremely minimal psychology teaching (as in, undergrad psyc MINOR), I do not claim to be that educated on DID or similar struggles. So, anything that I say will be focusing much more on Milgram as a piece of media from a writing standpoint, because that's what I have much more extensive experience in.

I will say that I am very aware that most systems have more than 2 alters. That being said, I think I also remember from my psyc class that the average number is, like... 16? I'm not at my dorm right now and that's where my notes are, so I can't check, but I remember specifically thinking about it in the context of Mikoto and trikoto theory, so I'm pretty confident it's Above Three. That means that either way, it's not like we're doing The Most Common Number, so I think two versus three is largely irrelevant on that point.

For the sake of clarity, I'll be using the names in the doc (Akakoto, Midokoto, Aokoto), but I only personally believe that two of them (Akakoto, Aokoto) exist. I've taken to calling them Orekoto and Bokuto, but for this post, Akakoto and Aokoto it is.

At its base, my problem with trikoto theory is that I don't see a lot of evidence for it. Most of what I've seen has been talking about the implications of it if you assume it's true, but I've just never really been convinced in the first place. I'll just go through some of the main reasonings real quick:

The RGB Colors

I do acknowledge that I'm very much not a visually oriented person, so the color shifting is something I'm less inclined to notice. However, while the background of the room is blue and the train station and apartment are pretty green, I don't feel like there are ever really any red backgrounds (other than when the headspace becomes red as ooposed to blue). Because of that, I have a hard time believing that the backgrounds themselves contribute to the idea that there are three. I definitely think the red/blue coloration in the eyes and such are indicating different alters, but I don't think that specific fact supports there being three of them.

The Voice Changes

This might be a me issue, but I only really hear two different vocal inflections. I understand the point about there being some harsher (?) sounding vocals that don't have the growl, but personally, I still think the tone matches the one described as Akakoto enough to count. Similarly, the parts towards the end that are picked out for Midokoto ("I'm probably not to blame," etc.) actually sound more like Aokoto to me even if I do try to track the three voices.

I'm hesitant to go too hard in believing the different voices because to me, doing so would severely limit the amount of control Natsuki Hanae would have over the emotions he wants to put into the song. The vocalists in Milgram do a fantastic job at using specific vocal intonations to convey deep layers of emotions in their songs. I feel like it would be very limiting to only be able to use certain vocal effects (ex. growl) in specific places due to the limitations of the characters. If there are two, the two voices are far more separate, which gives more space for customization within the bounds of each voice.

This is also a little bit iffier on evidence, but there's the Es cover of MeMe. I don't know how much Yurina Amami knows about Mikoto's story and the entire video is in grayscale, so take all of this with a grain of salt, but to me, I feel like Es uses two voices here, not three. Notably, they even have a bit of vocal growl on the "switch" and on "split and half, make that heart beat," which are both squarely in the Midokoto tone. They do still have the two voice split, sounding a bit more apathetic and aggressive in the Akakoto parts and cuter in the Aokoto parts. To me, that signifies that there's suppose to be two voices going on, not three, but you could argue that that's just Es' perception of Mikoto, so it's not decisive or anything.

Mikoto Fighting Es

Yes, in his first audio drama, Mikoto is able to beat Es up until Kotoko stops him. Yes, that's inconsistent from what we've seen from Futa and also t2 Amane. I agree that that's because the Milgram rules only apply to one or more alters, and thus any others that may exist can get around the rulings. We saw this between trials, too, with how Mikoto (seemingly Akakoto at the time) was able to avoid being restrained despite his guilty verdict, likely through the same loophole.

(Side note: this implies to me that Milgram's system for restraining guilty prisoners is, like the protective barrier around Es, somewhat magical and isn't a physical thing. Thus, if we were to, say, vote Amane as guilty, I am fairly confident she would be unable to harm any other prisoners, as we've already seen the barriers are able to prevent her from attacking others. I still lean Amane innocent anyways, but I wanted to point this out.)

Anyways, I don't think that this is actually evidence towards trikoto theory because it works perfectly fine with just the two of them. Aokoto is the prisoner in Milgram and Akakoto isn't. This doesn't necessarily mean that Aokoto is the one who was fronting while the murder happened, though; the rules of Milgram just necessitate that the prisoner is involved in/related to a death. It can be indirect.

I think that that's exactly what Milgram is asking us with Mikoto. The question is, how do you fairly hold a system accountable? Can you blame one alter for the other's actions?

Milgram loves to complicate these, and I can see the appeal of a complication being learning about a third alter. Personally, I think it's much more likely that the route Milgram is taking is looking at how much knowledge the alters have about each other and asking how much Aokoto would have to know to make him an accessory to Akakoto's murder plans. It could go either way, though.

Some Bonus Points

I think the strongest piece of evidence brought up is the use of threes in Mikoto's design. Other than "they just liked it aesthetically," there isn't much of a counterargument I can make about it. My best one would be that they might be going for a "switching between black and white" type of thing, which would work better with more stripes, but that's pretty weak. I also had the idea that the first character of his name looks like three stripes, which might be a better or worse explanation! You get to decide, I have no idea.

The cake sells me less, though. It's true that Kazui's is a perfect 50/50 and that Mikoto's isn't, but that's because they're representing different things.

Kazui's is half and half because his song is called half, and it could also be a sign of how he and his wife didn't actually connect more in a marriage sense; they're still two fully separate people rather than being a unit.

Mikoto, if he has two alters, is still physically one guy. Mikoto is mostly sitting on the flower designs. I'd argue that the flowers are meant to show Mikoto as a whole: the connection point of the two alters.

That's pretty much all of what I have to say on the doc (in terms of the trikoto aspect, whether I believe it or not there's some good work done in character/lyric analysis that applies to two or three alter theories), but I'll go over some of my reason for why I actively believe there to be two, because there are some reasons.

Reason 1: The Song Titles

The doc explains what the meaning of MeMe is in trikoto theory, but it definitely still works with two, more obviously so. That's not evidence, though, because the trikoto theory has a viable explanation too.

I have no idea what they'd be doing with the song title Double, though. I guess it would be a play on somebody being someone else's double, meaning they're someone like them, which is no doubt part of the song title either way, but I think it's difficult to ignore the meaning of Double that means, y'know... multiplied by 2, or:

But that could very easily be a diversion and we haven't seen the second video, so I'd let that slide. However, that brings me to the bigger problem:

Reason 2: Upright Versus Reversed

AKA, the tarot cards.

Tarot cards can be read two ways, Upright or Reversed, based on the orientation of the card when it's placed/picked up/whatever. I already went over in my original theory (which is pretty outdated, I could do a way better job but I wrote that one literally first out of my milgram thoeries and I hated not having a good name scheme for the various alters) why I believe Akakoto to be the Hanged Man (Upright) and why I believe Aokoto to be the Hanged Man (Reversed).

I struggle to imagine why the devs would pick tarot, something that clearly has two meanings to it, when there are actually three alters. Maybe it'd just be to throw us off the scent, but it feels a bit too intentional to me.

Plus, if it was meant to throw us off, I'd expect we'd get a different metaphor/symbol for the second MV (as we have been with pretty much everyone). However, the association between Mikoto and "reversible" things has continued into trial 2, even before his MV has come up.

I say this because of his trial 2 cover song: Reversible Campaign. Funnily enough, I actually thought this song would go to Kazui before it was announced as Mikoto's, but then I looked again and understood why they wanted it for Mikoto.

My thoughts get confused and fight with each other

Very Mikoto, works for either two or three alter theories. However:

I just want to waver between black and white

It's turned me upside down

There's more that seems to paint Mikoto's mind as a dichotomy, not a... trichotomy? Is that a word? I don't actually know.

The Song Lyrics of MeMe

This is sort of an extension of the above part, but there are also definitely song lyrics in MeMe that sound like they're heavily implying two. Again, you could argue that that's trying to throw us off the scent, but some of them are, in my opinion, actively difficult to justify for trikoto theory.

Split in half, Make that heart beat

I cannot for the life of me understand why any of the three alters would say "split in half" if there are three. I guess if any of them were aware of one of the other alters, but not the other? I don't think that's what was being argued, though, sorry if I missed that.

I’m already the fake one

Little harder to argue this one because I don't know how definite versus indefinite articles work in Japanese, but saying the fake one really sounds to me like there is one fake and one real. If you were just having a moment of existential crisis, in most situations, I think you'd opt for "I'm already fake."

The Mirror

This is sort of the same argument as the tarot cards, but there's also the use of mirror imagery in Mikoto's MeMe MV. Mirrors have two sides and are a reflection. You could use Haruka logic and say that it depicts self reflection, I guess, but considering the reflection acts differently, I think it's much more likely that this is meant to show the two alters.

Conclusion

Hopefully this all made sense? I respect trikoto theory and I could easily be super wrong about it (see also: my original opinions on gay Kazui theory and police Kazui theory), but I've just never really been sold. It's possible my opinion would change if I saw evidence that I felt worked better for trikoto than... twokoto? theory, but personally, I feel like most evidence I've seen for it is still better explained by there being two alters. Let me know what you think, though :)

[kolya-rat]

Another haikyu hc, because I seem to have a lot of these lately.

Akaashi Keiji listens to the songs his mom does 😕. Like, for example his mom when he was a kid would probably turn on the radio and the songs playing would be things like Miki Matsubara, Anri, Taeko Ouki, you know the 90s city pop style. And so, that kinda just stuck to him and he practically adores them now.

But he would also definitely listen to some anime soundtracks, but only the chill ones. It's a big headcanon of mine that the only anime he watches are the manga he's read. I believe in Akaashi OHSHC fan itenerary. (He literally edits for a manga company in timeskip so.... yeah he probably reads them.) I believe that he reads more shoujo manga over shounen manga. (Still buys Shounen jump though.)

Barely plays video games because he prefers to read but probably saw Kenma playing once during their training camps or maybe hangouts playing some games and got interested in a few of them. I personally hc Persona 4, Steins;gate, Gitaroo Man (unironically), Golden Sun, and FF IX. (Also I hc that Kenma is a P3P fan, while Akaashi insists on P4 being the best one. Kuroo says it's actually P2:Innocent Sin and they both look at him like 😒)

His love language for his friends is bullying. (Not much of a hc since we see him playfully bully and tease Bokuto a lot in the anime 🫢)

Played Angel's Feather at some point in his life and didn't know it was a BL game. It definitely awakened something in him though.

[kingdaddydaichi]

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‎♡‧₊˚ HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY GET SICK

ft. daichi. osamu. bokuto. suga. asahi.

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‎♡‧₊˚ DAICHI

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Work

WILL STILL TRY TO GO TO WORK

“daichi, baby, you can’t go to work! you work with the public. what if you get people sick? what kind of police officer gets people sick? your job is to serve and protect and you can’t even protect people from your own germs? no, you shouldn’t go!”

but he’ll try to go in any damn way😤

“nah, i’m fine!” he’ll say before going into a coughing fit.

stubborn man

he’ll get ready for work looking and feeling like shit, but he’s determined - he’s Going To Work™️

it would take an army to stand between him and his sense of duty

mans won’t listen to reason

so after he leaves, you send a text to his sergeant: “i tried! i tried to get him to stay home but he wouldn’t listen.”

sarge is like: “damn workhorse.”

gets yelled at by his boss at the station then comes back home

his sergeant’s all “what the fuck are you doing here? go the fuck home. that’s an order, sawamura! i’ll take your fucking badge!”

Home

45 mins later he comes walking back IN the door

and you’re just there like “mmhmm” as he hangs his tired head and mopes back to the bedroom to change out of his uniform and back into his pajamas

daichi: you texted him, didn’t you?

you: how far did you make it in before he turned you away?

daichi: he was waiting outside. wouldn’t even let me in the door.

“i told you. you work too hard, baby," you say, following behind him with the cooling strip you just grabbed from the fridge. you’d put it in there to start getting cold as soon as you realized he wasn’t feeling well.

he was on his back when you woke up next to him that morning, his t-shirt slightly damp in the front and back. he’d been sniffling and congested since he got home from work yesterday afternoon.

will still try to do everything himself

you’ll come through the living room to check on him and find that your sick husband is missing from the couch.

so you finally get him settled down on the couch only to return after leaving the room for a few minutes and…your husband is missing from the couch! AGAIN!

“are you serious?” you go looking for him, exasperated. “daichi?!” 

“‘m in here,” he croaks from the kitchen.

“what are you doing?” you ask impatiently.

“i wanted more tea.”

“i told you if you needed anything, let me know, i’ll get it for you!”

you have to shoo him back to the couch while insisting that you’re going to take care of him.

Medicine

he’ll take medicine. he’s stubborn, not stupid. he’s Enneagram Type 1.

“if you get sick, you take medicine. why? ‘cause that’s what you’re supposed to do.”

Doctor

won’t go unless he’s been sick for a few days and isn’t getting better. and even then you have to make the appt for him sometimes. 🙄

stubborn, stubborn man. 😮‍💨 but you love him more than the sun loves the moon.

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‎♡‧₊˚ OSAMU

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Work

he wouldn’t go to work; it wouldn’t be difficult to get him to stay home bc he knows he works in the food business and he doesn’t want to contaminate any food or run the risk of spreading anything around.

he’s got customers AND employees to think about!

once he feels better tho and he’s not contagious anymore, even if his symptoms aren’t completely gone yet, he’ll go to work and wear a mask which is pretty standard if you're sick in Japan anyway.

Home

he’s just so chill

he’s been calling the shop every 2 hours. “how’s everything going? did so-and-so show up? did you clean out the rice cooker?”

he doesn’t mean to micromanage, he just misses his business. and he’s hands on. he works the front of the house ffs.

maybe he just calls a couple of times a day tho.

“how’s everything going? hm…okay. if you need anything, call. you know how to get in touch with me. please call me."

employee: "what?"

osamu: "what?"

Medicine

used to be anti-medicine UNTIL he became a business owner

“i don’t need no stinkin’ medicine.”

he’s a tough guy

but nowadays, he wants to hurry up and feel better so he can get back to work.

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‎♡‧₊˚ BOKUTO

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Work

he would be bummed bc he couldn’t practice or play with the jackals. he doesn’t even get to sit on the bench bc he has to stay home. the team is like “stay. the. hell. away. from. us.”

he got the whole team sick once so now he sneezes during practice and everybody just stops and turns around and looks at him like “istg bokuto! are you sick? if you sneeze again, you’re outta here, we are NOT going through that again!”

the whole team once got a stomach bug on his account. he tried to power through it and went to practice and they had a big match the next day, but everybody was fucking SHITTING, PUKING and the whole fucking team was down. they had to forfeit the game and chalk it up as a loss. they were so pissed at bo.

bo rolled his ankle during a game once and had to be benched. he was so bummed that he couldn’t play as you walked with him and the assistant coach to the infirmary to have it checked out. once there, his foot was propped and iced. you told him you’d be right back and he looked up at you with limp hair and sad owl eyes, but you assured him you’d be right back.

you ran to the away campus’s gift store and managed to find an owl plushie. you held it up, beaming at it. perfect! you rushed to the cashier to pay for it before running back to the infirmary.

holding the plushie behind your back, you opened the door and walked inside, bo’s hair and facial expression just as you’d left it. but his eyebrows arched in curiosity as you smiled at him before presenting him with the owl. his hair perked back up as a pouty smile covered his face, his big, round golden eyes filling with unshed tears.

“for me?”

“for you,” you nodded, proffering it with outstretched arms.

“y/nnnnn!” he cried, grabbing your arms and pulling you into his lap to hug both you and the plushie.

you kissed his cheek with a sweet smile. “i hope this helps you feel better, baby.”

he clung to that owl plushie for the rest of the game, like a mother owl protecting her owlet.

to this day, whenever he gets sick, he asks for the owl plushie. it’s his comfort lovey, his security plushie.

he’s so adorable…like an overgrown toddler, basically.

i luz he.

Home

B A B Y

he’s SUCH a baby about it the whole damn time

omg you will just hear him groaning from the other room

just “ohh ughhh ohmygod uhhh…i feel so awful…oh god i can’t breathe through my nose…ohhh i’m so hungry but i don’t wanna get up and get anything to eat…babyyyyy can i have a grilled cheese sandwich?”

he’s so sweet about it but he’s a baby

he’s such a hypochondriac, y’all.

Virgo much?

he’s all up on webmd using the symptom checker

“i don’t know, baby. what if it’s not just a cold? what if it’s this rare disease that’s only found in Antarctica?”

“bo, you don’t have that. only penguins get that. stop.” 

you finally have to just take his phone away so he’ll stop googling stuff and trying to diagnose himself with a brain tumor

“bo, you not being good at math is NOT a brain tumor symptom!”

he gets so much as a sniffle and he’s down for the count

he can barely get out of bed

“baby, come check my head. am i hot? am i running fever? where’s the thermometer?”

“no, baby, you don’t feel warm.”

“are you sure? you better get the thermometer and check just in case.”

Medicine

will take ALL the medicines

he’ll be looking for the cough suppressant and you’re like “bo! you don’t even have a cough.”

“i don’t care! i need all the things!”

you have to keep the medicine cabinet under lock and key, otherwise you might find him hallucinating and drunk on a cocktail of NyQuil, DayQuil, Benadryl, eyedrops, heartburn medicine, and Orajel. 

Doctor

calls a neurologist and tries to schedule a CT scan.

and you’re in the background, “BO! I TOLD YOU YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT PENGUIN DISEASE! DO NOT SCHEDULE A CT SCAN!”

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‎♡‧₊˚ SUGA

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Work

finally, someone with enough sense to stay home from work when he’s sick. you won’t have to tell him twice bc he cares about all the crotch goblins at school and doesn’t want to get all those kids sick.

Home

suga…he’s clever

and mischievous

getting him to stay home from work is a piece of cake, but good luck getting him to stay down

he takes care of others, not the other way around

you catch him doing stuff too

unlike with daichi, it’s not that he doesn’t want to be a burden, it’s that he can’t NOT be a caretaker?

you try to take care of him but he ends up taking care of you…and you’re not even sick?

like, not only does he not let you take care of him, he does stuff for you

he doesn’t go out of his way to do stuff for you, he’s just thinking like finally! i’ve got a day off during the week so i can get some things done around here. stuck at home, can’t go anywhere else so it’s a perfect opportunity to get caught up with housework!

you try to stay home too to take care of him but he INSISTS that you leave

“i will kick you out of the house if you don’t leave!”

so you leave - you go to work but before you walk out the door you point at him and you’re like “okay…but you better rest! i know you! you’ll take this opportunity to get a bunch of shit done around the house. don’t you do it! you better rest and take it easy!”

and he’s all “yes, okay, yeah yeah yeah. fine. go. bye.”

and sure enough you come home after work later and this motherfucker has done laundry, he’s probably prepped dinner, graded homework - and he’s laid up on the couch just GROANING bc of how terrible he feels. and you just look at him with your hand on your hip like “mmhmm! mmhmm! look at you now. see! i told you!”

he told you “sure! sure i won’t do any work…” liar

you come home and he can barely hold his head up.

poor guy.

“i don’t feel sorry for you. you did this to yourself.” 

but you take care of him anyway. “suga? why do you do this to yourself, baby? next time you get sick i’m getting horse tranquilizer to make sure you get rest. i’ll put you down sir!”

Medicine

so when you get home and he’s remodeled the house, having forgotten to take any medicine so now not only is he exhausted from overworking himself when he should’ve been fucking resting, but also his symptoms have gotten out of hand. 

“well,” you put your hand on your hip and raise your eyebrows at him as he lies groaning on the living room floor. “i hope you’re satisfied. because now you’re staying home tomorrow too. on the bright side, you’ve gotten all the work done around here so I guess tomorrow you might actually rest." cute dumbass sometimes.

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‎♡‧₊˚ ASAHI

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Work:

he’s so easy?

“asahi, you’re sick, baby. you need to stay home from work.”

“okay.” he’s not gonna argue.

he might try to say “well i’ve got such and such show coming up. i’ve gotta have this and that done…”

and you’re just “asa. that’s why you have people there to back you up. you’re not a one man team. your colleagues will help. you’ll more than make up for it bc you’re such an amazing designer! now go lay down.” and he will. 🥲

Home

he’s not gonna fight you on anything bc he doesn’t fight at all

he’s a lover, not a fighter

model patient

avoids conflict at all costs

“yes, darling. yes, dear. okay. okay.”

doesn’t complain

so easy to take care of

except he won’t ask for shit

will either try to get stuff himself or just go without bc he can’t decide what’s worse - burdening you, or getting in trouble for being up walking around again bc you told him to let you know if he needed something

so he just kinda tries to do without shit? and you have to come check on him.

“asahi? when’s the last time you had a drink of water?”

“uhh…two hours ago?”

“ASAHI!”

“it doesn’t matter what I do, i feel bad! i can’t win for losing!” 

finally you get through to him and he’ll ask for shit, but he’ll apologize first. like “um, babe? uhh…”

“hm? what ya need, asa?”

“umm, i’m so sorry to bother you but would you…could you…possibly…maybe…potentially…”

“oh my god, spit it out. and don’t apologize.”

“oh,” he says, averting his eyes in shame. “s-sorry.”

“stahhp!”

"sorry"

Medicine

he will take it bc you told him to and he doesn’t want to fight

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‎♡‧₊˚ hq mlist ‎˚₊‧♡

‎reblogs and (nice) comments are wonderful !! ♡

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[thinkingotherwise]

just a little post to keep info on all my WIPs that will be posted here sooner or later

[HQ] Daichi Sawamura - his s/o and their first kiss

[WB] Akihiko Nirei - Star Lover [31.12]

[WB] [request] Kyotaro Sugishita x OMC - school nurse

[WB] [request] WB characters - Sakura's younger sister

[WB] [request] Toma Hiiragi - tomboy doctor

[WB] [request] WB characters - instinctive laughing fits

[WB] [request] WB characters - love at first sight

[WB] [request] WB characters

[GI] Farid (Corps of Thirty) x Sumeru! Architect! reader [24.12]

[??] Flying Experiments part 1 - ?? x OFC

.

[DC] Straight Where It Hurts part 8+ - Jason Todd x OFC

[WB] Wind Breaker characters - Kiss, kiss, fall in love

[WB] Shishitoren - Ways of Loving

[GI] Lessig Lawrence x Liyue! Fem! reader - smut?

[GI] Livre x Snezhnaya! Fatui! Male! reader x Caron - smut?

[HQ] Toru Oikawa - his s/o and their first kiss

[HQ] Kotaro Bokuto - his s/o and their first kiss

[HQ] Yuji Terushima - his s/o and their first kiss

[HQ] Kaname Moniwa - his s/o and their first kiss

[FF XVI] Cidolfus Telamon - Waiting

[FF XVI] Cidolfus Telamon - Stolen clothes

and many more saved all over my apps and notes

[calqlate]

HAIKYUU AS THINGS MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE SAID PT. 21

INCLUDES: bokuto + daichi + kawanishi + kuroo + oikawa + semi + sugawara + tendou

CW(S)/TW(S): coarse/foul/strong language used + includes sensual content

MASTERLIST

kawanishi: tbh my only level of flirtation is this hutao sticker

tendou: R U SRS

semi: speak with words not stickers

semi: have you not read enough nuc content

tendou: all those hours on nuc for WHAT

kawanishi: u wanna have the heaty meaty rod up ur pretty pink hole

daichi: DOES THAT STOP YOU FROM PLAYING NUC IN PUBLIC???

sugawara: I DONT

sugawara: PLAY THAT IN PUBLIC

oikawa, replying to daichi: no

[talking about the smut that they're writing]

kuroo: RMB ALL THAT GROPING ON THE STAIRCASE

oikawa: i call it passionate touching

kuroo: NAW SQUEEZING FFS

bokuto: WE'LL JUST SEE WHERE THIS GOES

kuroo: IT GOES SOUTH WHERE ELSE

© CALQLATE. all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, or translate my works on any platform.

[funpoire]

Hello

So actually I was trying to find some merch haikyuu and I found some doujinshi AND OMG it brings very old and bad memories lol

Yeah today's subject is haikyuu doujinshi in 2020/2021 (lol it sounds too serious when it’s just about weird fan creation)

So basically if you were on tik tok back in 2020/2021 yk that haikyuu was very famous at that time and because of that the fandom created a lot of things like dance, fan merch, very pretty cosplay, a trend were people act like playing volleyball was that serious and you say goodbye to your favour character with the haikyuu opening in the background…. Yeah I could do a post about this funny time but it would be kind of bullying and I don't want that lol yeah also the fandom has that whole area where it was very NSFW and corny and both of these areas got in common: fanfiction (obv but not the subject) and doujinshi

The corny part :

So like I said before I found out people selling doujinshi so you kinda had to be there and chronically online to know what I’m talking about but back in the day a few TikTok accounts appeared and they were reading and translating those mangas were it was just some x reader thing nothing harmful just kinda silly now that I think about it

This is probably the most famous corny doujin I don’t really remember the story behind just that some could be a little bit spicy but I don't really remember just that most of the people who watch it were delusional

Now…. Let’s talk about the corn doujin (don’t worry i’m not gonna say some outrageous thing)

Ok so tik Tok anime was known to put corn in front of really young audiences cause idk I forgot why they decided to do that I guess to destroy your innocence like Bronny fan did first but some doujin ended up being famous in the haikyuu fandom don’t remember the name and if I did I would NOT share it cause yes share stuff like that is bad basically it was bokuto, akaashi, tsuki and kuroo playing twister in a bed and yeah I saw that when I was 13…. Anyway that thing could stopped there but the fandom talked about it for like 2 weeks and they even wrote some FF about this ship nothing wrong with polygamy just that the fandom made the whole ship super weird and it was just “yeah let’s play Twister every sec of the day” (not sure hypersexual content is a very good representation) when I think about this I also think about this zoo fanfic that was very NSFW but I feel like it wasn't that famous so I can’t really yappe about it and you guys doesn't miss nothing trust me also I like to believe that the ship Tsuki kuroo came from here or at least it get more popular because of that doujin idk

This post is so long but I have no one to talk about that thing might start a podcast

I just hope my English wasn't that broken

Bye it was Pomme tough

[jasscheeks]

Hi hi! Your blog is so good! I really love it, especially the jjk smaus recently lol! What do you think about some Haikyuu smaus too? (I just have been in my zone since the movie lmao)

haikyuu! boys if…

you tell them you’re on your period…

pairings: bokuto, suna, iwaizumi x f!reader

warnings: girlfriend is used, just suna being suna.

thank you for your request!! finally i get to post these because they have literally been collecting dust in my camera roll 😀

let me know who you guys want to see next!!

m.list | kuroo, oikawa, ushijima ver.

thank you for reading!! let me know if i should make a smau storyline 😛

m.list!

[nitaekook]

Give You Love

by nitaekook | 1/? | NR | 4,354

Akaashi Keiji faces the pressures of school and family while navigating his deepening relationship with Bokuto Koutaro. As they grow closer, the challenges of being open about their feelings weigh on Akaashi, especially under the scrutiny of others. With Bokuto’s unwavering support, Akaashi begins to find his footing, and together, they focus on their shared goal: leading their volleyball team to Nationals, despite the obstacles that stand in their way.

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I’m baaack 😋

[happy-hokkyokugitsune]

It's been gnawing at my mind for a while now, but:

Is it safe to say you are the CEO of TenYachi or SemiTenYachi? The pairings make a lot of sense, yet before stumbling across your page, I never thought they existed.

Also, I've been thinking about a name for the SemiTen child, thought I'd throw out some ideas. (ft. rough meaning/translation) Akari (brightness), and Airi (love and affection) These two stuck out to me but I thought to see if you had any ideas!

I hope you've been well!

I think it's safe to say that currently I am the ceo of tenyachi and I have now fallen in love with semitenyachi so probably that too. I do know of a poly challange fan art that does include them and two other people - I should reblog it.

"They make sense."

ASGSJSKLALJSJ YAS! YES THEY DO! 😭💛

Holds self back from a long ass ramble about why.

But yeah def CEO (anyone else wanna dispute please do!) Considering the last Fanfic besides mine is a translation of a fic from 2016 - and then of course the noodle gum tragedy 😭. I can't even find any on other fanfic sites and fan art is minimal, like maybe three besides mine, I need to post more of them. I also have had people tell me how happy they are that the ship is alive again. 💛☀️💛☀️💛

SOMEONE SEND FICS AND FANART IF YOU FIND MORE, PLEASE!!

Olololo~ I'll have to have a little think about other names but I really love Akari between the two, I can just hear Tendou singing it.

Aaa-Kaaariiiiiii! My little loooove!!

(I'm also a huge fan of kurobokuyachi - kurotenbokuyachi - and any variations between them - Hm add Semi? Hmmmmmmmm, the only answer is yes. Tendou, Yachi, Semi, Kuroo, and Bokuto are my top five fave characters and I have many thoughts.)

I'm doing pretty good, dead tired because our kid has decided they are going to be an extreme sport youtuber, you show a snowboard video one time and now it's every tv time kid wants to see other kids doing those kind of sports. This dude is three and a half ffs. Anyways, long story short I have to chase them all over the skatepark while kid is on a bike or trying to skateboard and it's exhausting. We have a pretend youtube for them loool

I hope you are doing good too, I'm sorry about your dog 💛

[touchlikethesun]

why do dub kuroo and bokuto sound like creepy uncles who did the casting for this they are in high school ffs 😭 kuroo’s voice is wayyyyy to gruff and mean and bokuto gen freaks me out i can’t

[kodzukenmaaa]

*sighs, opening Bokuto ff*

bokuto koutaro || crush and thighs

tags: fluff, female reader, she/her pronouns, bokuto having a crush, he basically fainted

a/n: i was bored and decided to write this :D i saw hc bokuto is a thigh person and as he should, love thicc thighs too 😫 likes and reblogs are super appreciated!!

Akaashi noticed that Bokuto Koutaro was… unreasonably quiet.

Now, he doesn’t have anything against that, it was just a new feeling for the second year to see the third year highschool volleyball captain so serious, with his arm resting on the table, cheek pressed against in his palm and his gaze on…

(Full Name).

Bokuto was unaware how quiet he is before the practice match against Nekoma, in fact, it’s weirding everyone out!

he would always give his teammates hype early in the morning where everyone is still dead inside but ever since his golden eyes laid on (Name), he needed to take a breath or something because seeing her feels like she took his heart everytime she comes in the picture. (That’s how he describes it to Kaori who just gave the tall man a cheeky smile, knowing where was he getting.)

Apparently, (Name) was late, but for a good reason! She needed to take up a follow up exam and rushed all the way to Fukurodani with her school uniform that some few would look at her, wondering why another student from another school is visiting the volleyball practice match but surprise, she’s a third year volleyball manager for Nekoma.

“She’s so cute.” he muttered under his breath, watching (Name) talks to Yukie from afar, a smile gracing her lips making her more prettier in Bokuto’s eyes. Soon he let his eyes wander, admiring her beauty and how her school uniform looks so good on her— then he focused on her thighs.

Oh my… (name) is really pretty but her thighs? How can he not look, it’s curvy, smooth and he respectfully likes them that he can’t tear his gaze away from them. He finally get his fangirls feeling with thighs now and eternal grateful for them pointing it out that thick thighs are absolutely the best.

Unfortunately for Bokuto, (Name) can sense his hard gaze on her since she entered the room and now she’s down nervous because it feels like she’s the reason why the practice match delayed. (No, she’s not the reason, apparently one of the coaches slept in.)

Offering an apologetic smile, she waved at him that Bokuto bolted up in surprise, heat rushing to his cheeks and looked away when he heard his teammate snickered.

“Stop oogling at my manager.” Kuroo appeared from behind, the rest of Nekoma VB players glared at his head, following up with “Our. Manager.” Where he just rolled his eyes before smirking at the red faced Fukurodani VB captain who just waved his hands defensively. “I-I wasn’t!” He stutters but no one was buying that because they all caught him admiring his crush from far away.

“And even if I did, can you really blame me? She’s cute!” Bokuto raised a finger at Kuroo who’s grin got wider, usually that’s not a good sign because—

“You think I’m cute, Bokuto-san?“ (Name) appeared right beside him, making him jump back in surprise where Akaashi has to grab him so he wouldn’t fall and embarrass himself. A spluttering mess he is right now, he couldn’t help the blush spreading his cheeks when his crush was smiling at him with sparkle on her eyes. Bokuto isn’t used to this! He likes attention sure! But now where every eyes are on him because the revelation of his crush was now too much!

“I— I— what, huh—“ knowing she wouldn’t get an answer, she lets out a soft laugh and played the hem of her skirt. “Well I think you’re cute too.”

Pretty sure he just fainted where both teams hypes them up.

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Born From The Concrete

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by 2myoneandonly2

Hinata è un ragazzo energico ed esuberante che a diciotto anni, subito dopo il liceo, riesce a entrare in una delle università più rinomate per lo sport. È deciso a voler entrare nel club di pallavolo e costruire una carriera in quel campo, ma per poter emergere come buon giocatore ha bisogno di una squadra forte alle sue spalle. Per fortuna, Hinata avrà modo fin da subito di incontrare molte persone con le quali farà amicizia e alcune di esse, in particolare, entreranno nella sua vita e, forse, la cambieranno per sempre.

Haikyuu alternative universe, multiship, con la presenza di tutti i personaggi e lo sviluppo della maggior parte di essi. Abbiamo messo più hashtag possibili, ma ci saranno altri singoli tw all’inizio di alcuni capitoli. Presenza di scene smut. Ci saranno diverse reference all’anime e manga, non come spoiler ma perché la ff ricrea tutti gli eventi non più incentrati solo sulla pallavolo, ma sui rapporti e le relazioni tra i personaggi.

Words: 1154, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Italiano

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Sawamura Daichi, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Azumane Asahi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Ushijima Wakatoshi

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou & Kozume Kenma, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shouyou & Yachi Hitoka & Yamaguchi Tadashi, Nishinoya Yuu & Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Bokuto Koutarou & Kuroo Tetsurou & Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe, Haikyuu!! Manga Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort, Aged-Up Character(s), Fluff and Angst, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationship, Trust Issues, …a lot of trust issues, Backstory, toxic, and they were roomates, Explicit Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, We Love Consent, FTM Oikawa Tooru, Trans Male Character, top surgery, Hook-Up, Kinks, Smut, Shameless Smut, Bisexual Character, Asexual Character, Gay Panic, gayyyyyy, Everyone Is Gay, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, First Time, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Worldbuilding, Heartbreak, Communication, Epic Bromance, so gay bro, silence heteros, Character Development, Semi-Public Sex, token straight tanaka, OR IS HE, Yes he is, spacchiamo tutto bro🤜🤛

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