#but when i got to haikyuu

[pixility]

im fucking insane so here is this haikyuu birthday calendar i made

not sure if anyone has done this yet. if not, 0/10 i do not recommend; this shit took HOURS

idk why anyone would want a calendar of EVERY SINGLE haikyuu character that has a confirmed birthday but i made one anyway. you're welcome (?)

credits: all info from the haikyuu wiki (don't blame me if i missed anyone or got anything wrong lmao); the images are all official anime screenshots (provided by the wiki); and the calendar template itself is from canva by the creator @/dekart001 but i edited it a lot myself.

lemme know if i got anything wrong and i will maybe change it lol (im traumatized)

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

never trust the guy with a bright blonde mohawk to style your hair

[onnie-giri]

poor kiyoomi got ambushed by a kitty (he was not happy-- to komori laughing his ass off atleast)

[fluffyartbl0g]

The one piece reread only makes the hardest moments hit even harder,,,, even when you’re rereading it poorly in portugese

Or AKA, i found out today that HINATA SHOYO reads one piece and I haven’t recovered since

[vrailaru]

you will never believe what ive been rewatching

[greynoceur]

9.10🍊🫐💕

[salsakiyoomi]

"i want to get married."

iwaizumi's head snaps up at your statement his attention diverted from his phone to you and his brows furrow in confusion "what?"

"i want to get married." you repeat yourself again, leaning back against the couch cushions and throwing your legs over the armrest.

iwaizumi scoffs, a confused smile on his face "this is the last joke, right?" he questions, frowning down at you as you're looking up at him — it's a bit late into the afternoon, but too early for you to start saying nonsense since you've always been so adamant about not getting married.

you roll your eyes at him, "no." and iwaizumi's frown deepens, "are you okay?" he asks.

you scowl at him "the hell's that supposed to mean?"

he shrugs, his gaze turning back to his screen "just...you're being weird again."

"you're so rude and for what." you huff, rolling your eyes again, you cross your arms, now staring at the ceiling above, "i want to get married, haji."

"can't help you with that." he's still scrolling through his phone, not paying much mind to you.

"i want to have like, a las vegas wedding." you say, and iwaizumi turns off his phone — now you've captured his attention since he stares at you as if you've grown two head, you grin at his expression and iwaizumi assumes the worst — is it that you're suggesting you want to go to las vegas? it is only a four hour drive from california after all.

"a las vegas wedding?" iwaizumi questions as if making sure he heard you correctly.

"yeah like, you know, the ones in those casinos?" you gesture around with your hands as if to emphasize your point, "like i wanna throw on a white dress — but like, not the puffy ones, like a party dress, sequins and glitter one — or you know what, actually, a puffy dress would be awesome." you ramble on, iwaizumi's looking down at you, amused, "anyway, what i'm saying is that i wanna get absolutely hammered, throw on a white dress and get married in vegas."

iwaizumi snorts, "who you gonna get married to?"

"i don't know." you shrug, you reposition yourself now so that your head is laying in his lap and you look up at him, grinning mischievously, "you."

iwaizumi's eyes slightly widen, the tips of his ears turning pink and he groans, pushing you off of him, "you're so weird." he may have pushed you a little too hard that you fell off the couch with a dull thud.

he tries to ignore his skipped heartbeat as your laughter echoes through the living and iwaizumi's hand is curled at his mouth to hide his smile, "come on." you chide, "you know — say, we do get married in vegas, technically then, you'll only be married in vegas."

iwaizumi frowns, "that's not true, who told you that?" you're looking up at him with an entertained smile on your face, "you know, it's way too easy get married in vegas, right? why do you think so many people get married accidentally when they're drunk?"

iwaizumi scoffs, and leans back on the couch, arms crossed — it was a calm afternoon on his day off until you started on with your marriage shit, but unfortunately ( fortunately ) for him, you were his best friend, and roommate, so he had to put up with it, even if he has to pretend to be annoyed sometimes.

he says, "i really hope one day you'll finally mature enough that you stop saying weird shit all of the time."

you laugh, "you're just jealous you can't be as creative as me." iwaizumi rolls his eyes, watching as you get up from the ground and walk closer to him, too close actually that your face is right up his, "but it's fine, i'll get that vegas wedding one day."

you laugh, drawing back away from him and iwaizumi looks away, a slight blush tinting his cheeks, "yeah, dream on."

you hum in response, and with the way your gaze seems to be a bit too distant, iwaizumi assumes you've gone off on to your own little world now, you're no longer looking at him, instead staring at the tv that has a spanish show playing that neither of you understand, but he knows you're not listening when he mumbles a soft, "maybe even a real wedding." under his breath.

[cten0phora]

i just know omi would not have a single hair on his body like bro shaves, adds shaving cream, lotion, body oil, body butter, serum, cream

like u know his skin is SHINY

[flyingtsukkis]

I wanted to see kuroo, wearing yaku goods, carrying yaku's stuff on the way home after a game ahahaha

he's telling kuroo he saw him squealing in the audience or sth send twt

[sunciv]

can we talk about the 1st season's outro????

all other characters get a really short screen time in this sequence. we don't see hinata so he is obviously the one looking. and he just... stares at kageyama for several seconds?? and kageyama just looks back unfazed???

he clearly stands out amongst the others for hinata (dare i say he looks at him longingly?)

he knows he's being watched and just stares back

i'd also argue he knows how important he already is to hinata. there are several scenes in the first episodes where hinata clearly states that kageyama is the one enabling him to be on the court in kageyama's presence

looking right back at him without wavering, holding hinata's gaze in this context is so meaningful oh my god. like. "i know. bring it on. i'm not scared of your faith and trust"

this would make me lose my mind?? this is so intense i can't tension tension there's so much tension. they want to kiss your honor

[yogurtkags]

"the only time i feel i might get better, is when we are together."

"come here."

letting her eyes scan over his features, she takes all of him in, the very same ones she’s already committed to memory many moons ago. as she traces his cheek with the pad of her thumb, she can’t help the corners of her lips lifting into a soft smile, locking eyes with his and getting lost in the universe held in twin twilight orbs. “what do you see?” tobio whispers, cool breath fanning against the flush apples of her cheeks as he rests his hands on her waist and pulls her closer. “you, i just see you.”

© comm by luvluvluv06 (twt). please do not reupload (rbs are ok!), copy or download.

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

Nekoma 2nd years in their 3rd year braindump

Captain - Fukunaga

Vice Captain - Tora

Despite his quiet nature Fukunaga gets chosen as captain and he's suprisingly good. He has a way of leading without saying much, he just stares at people and they somehow understand what he means. Besides that he's the best option by default, Tora's too quick-to-anger and Kenma would never take a job with that much responsibility. If either of them was in charge they'd fight constantly since Tora would run that shit like the millitary while Kenma would try way too little. Fukunaga's the perfect balance— he's respected by both his third-year peers, keeps the energy fun with his jokes (but still knows when to take things seriously), gets super into the game, and isn't afraid to douse troublemakers with a bucket of water. He also brings snacks.

As vice captain Tora's essentially Fukunaga's personal megaphone. He does 90% of the yelling, scolds first-years who interupt the coach, and is the go-to-guy for gathering up the team for huddles. Initially some of the new players doubt Fukunaga's captain skills and although Fukunaga himself isn't bothered Tora gets super defensive of him. A lot of shouting about respecting your upperclassmen and whatnot. He also has the tendency to rile himself up (the other teams like to provoke him) but Fukunaga knows how to keep him in check

Tora and Fukunaga insist that Kenma is “Honorary Captain” and convince the new members to call him that. Kenma hates it. He tried to stop them but by the first week it had already stuck. Despite his distaste towards the nickname Kenma's a cornerstone of Nekoma's leadership, he's the brain after all! He's still the strategic mastermind of the team and first-years often go to him for advice (much to his dismay). He doesn't love being relied on by so many people but he tries his best for Kuroo's sake (who he calls to rant to at least 4 times a week).

Fukunaga asked Kuroo to teach him the “We are blood” chant so he could continue the tradition, but the first time he tried it in an actual game he burst out laughing before getting through a single line. Then Tora—being way too intense as always—started yelling at him to do it right, which only made him laugh harder. In the end Kenma put aside his embarrasement and did the damn chant, just to get it over with. Tora and Fukunaga were so proud that they tried to hug him right there in the middle of the court. The whole thing was a mess.

On his last day as captain the first-years dump a bucket of water over Fukunaga's head. Karma at last.

[reineydraws]

hiiii happy birthday @conartisthaiji 🥰🥰

thanks for being one of my first ever kryk cheerleaders and also my very first beta reader! u make the haikyuu fandom a better place 🫶 hope u have a good one!

[osamusriceballs]

Sweet Treats with Inarizaki

Atsumu x Reader, Osamu x Reader, Kita x Reader, Suna x Reader, Aran x Reader - some parts include pet names as "princess", "sweetheart" etc.

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2,3 k

About: Sweet, sweeter, sweetest Valentine's Day with our favorite Inarizaki boys~

A/n: Seijoh next probably! <3

Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa

____________________

-Atsumu-

"Could you please tell me where we're going?"

"Can't do that, princess. Just relax and trust me."

You huff but still grin, knowing fully well that you can trust Atsumu with your life.

"Are you sure that I can trust you? A man who forgets to-"

"Don't. Don't mention it, sweetheart. That only happened once, and you promised you'd never mention it again."

His hand lands on your thigh, and he squeezes the flesh through the fabric in a playful yet warning way. His touch is reassuring though, and the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against your leg tells you exactly how excited he actually is.

"Okay, okay, I'll just patiently wait then."

"Good."

He keeps on driving in silence, occasionally humming to the songs that are in your shared playlist, and you're pretty sure after a while, that he's just driving around to confuse you. You sigh and reach for the blindfold that he made from his tie.

"Waiting patiently sucks."

"I'm sure it does."

A muscle under your eye twitches at his teasing comment and his smug smile- that you can't see but clearly hear when he's talking. You'll definitely kill him someday at this rate.

"Don't worry princess, we have finally arrived."

He stops the engine and squeezes your thigh one last time before you hear his car door slam close and yours opening after a few seconds. His hands suddenly touch your shoulders, and he gently runs them down on your arms until he's holding your hands. The small affectionate action causes goosebumps to appear on your skin, and you softly close your hands around his big ones with the skilled setter fingers that he has and allow him to guide you. He smoothly helps you out of the car, and you find yourself standing in front of him, probably just facing his chest and looking ridiculous while you impatiently wait for his next move.

"What now?" you reach out for him and rest your hands on his chest, and Atsumu is quick to press one of your hands flatly against his body, so that you can feel his fast heartbeat.

The small action makes your heart beat faster too- no matter how many times you’ve been close to him, he still has the same effect on you as on your first day together. "Just come with me." He releases your hand and wraps an arm around your waist to help you walk, but only after he dramatically ensured that the blindfold is still in place and that you really can't see anything.

He opens a door and helps you to step inside a building and together you take a few steps, before he suddenly pauses. "Okay, here we go." Atsumu's hand finally comes to the back of your head, and he carefully untangles the tie, and slowly lets it fall to the ground.

Your eyes grow big, when you see what he has prepared for you, and his face is covered in a wide grin when he leans down and kisses your cheek.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my princess.”

-Osamu-

"Samu, that's not funny."

"What? What did I do? I'm sure it was ‘Tsumu and not me."

You groan and press the bell one more time, knowing fully well that your boyfriend is not home. No one will come and open the door, and you'll just have to wait for him to come back, even though he told you to come at 2 pm- and now it’s exactly 2 pm.

"Where are you? I'm waiting in front of your apartment and it's cold. You should have told me to come later." You ramble and look down to the small present in your hand. At this rate he would have to work hard to earn your forgiveness and his present.

"What are you talking about? Just use the key, babe." He sounds relieved at your words, relieved that nothing has happened to you.

"What key? Did you leave it somewhere?"

You look under the onigiri shaped mat that was a gift from Atsumu that Osamu secretly found hilarious but felt too cool to confess yet ended up putting it in front of his door. However, there is no key under it.

"Samu, you're in so much trouble, I'm-"

"No, y/n. There is a key on your keyring. I put it on there a few days ago. Thought it was already overdue, 'm planning on marryin' ya anyways."

You’re perplex and stand there for a few seconds, his words heating up your cheeks at his confidence, and you involuntarily bring your hand to your chest to calm your heart.

"Y/n? Still there?"

"Yeah..."

"Got ya flustered there, huh?"

"Maybe." You take a deep breath and look for your keys- and there it is. Silver and brand new, only waiting for you to use it on the luxurious door to his apartment. You quickly enter and inhale the familiar comforting scent of Osamu’s home- that smells like your home too.

"Get yourself comfortable. I got a Valentine's special planned for ya later. Can't wait to see ya later.”

"Hurry, or else I will mess with your kitchen supplies. Or eat your yoghurt."

"Don't you dare, you know that I moved out so 'Tsumu can't eat my stuff anymore, and now yer startin' to act like him already?"

You open the fridge, knowing fully well that he would be able to hear the sound, and he groans at the other end of the line.

"Babe-"

"Just kidding, Samu. I'm only getting something to drink. Hurry, so that we can have the rest of the day for us."

"Okay. Love you, babe.”

“I love you too, Samu.”

-Kita-

"I'm glad that you're coming with me today."

"Of course! It's not like I had other plans today." You smile and look at his side-profile- he's too handsome for his own good. You internally swoon and when he suddenly turns to your direction, you quickly look at the road in front of you again.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, everything's fine." You shake your head and try to ignore the feeling of affection towards him that threatens to overtake you at the concern in his voice. He hums at your response, and gestures to a sign in front of you. "There. That's the place." You focus your eyes on the field right before you where the sunlight is kissing the green healthy strawberry plants that seem to have no end in every direction.

"Let's go." You both exit the car- and you try to avoid looking at his face when he suddenly takes your hand to show you the right way, because you're sure that you look flustered as heck- and get the boxes to start picking some strawberries.

You both work in comfortable silence for a while, just picking the ripe fruits, occasionally sharing some remarks about strawberries and other things- and you enjoy it. You love spending time with him, and you wish this moment would last forever, that he would always take you with him for small things like this. That you could be maybe just a bit closer to him and that he would feel the same towards you.

After a while you both take a break and decide to eat some of the strawberries on a nearby bench that Kita luckily spotted. You both laugh and watch how the sun slowly starts to sink, covering the whole field is in golden light now and making it seem like it's glowing. You can't stop staring at the scenery, until you hear Kita clear his throat next to you.

You look at him confused, and then he suddenly takes your hand into his. He's close, really close, and the hat on his head is carelessly thrown away only for him to bring his face even closer to yours. You're frozen, unable to move at the sudden proximity of him-

"Y/n? Would you consider this a date?"

"A date?" Your voice is squeaky when you echo his words, but his sincere look shows you the answer is something that he needs to know now.

"Don't worry, Shinsuke. I know that you don't look at me in that way." You reassuringly squeeze his hand and try to ignore the flutter of your heart. You basically force yourself to let his hand go and try to stand up to create some distance, but he refuses to let your hand go.

"Y/n. I heard you talking about how much you'd love to pick some strawberries, so I thought it would be a great thing to do on Valentine's Day. I like you- a lot. That's why I wanted to come here with you. I want to do all the things together that you like, I want to show you how much you mean to me."

His eyes don't leave yours for a second, but you can feel his hand slightly shaking, a clear sign that he's nervous. That THE Kita Shinsuke is nervous for probably the first time in his life. And that because of you.

"Shinsuke-"

"Can we consider this as our first date? I'll court you and plan more dates, I promise to make you happy because you make me happy too."

"You sound like an old man and a child at the same time, Shinsuke." You giggle, and he manages to smile at your teasing words, and that's when a sudden warmth spreads through your body. You bravely lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek- only to see him blush at the sudden act of intimacy.

"Yes, Shinsuke. Our first date."

-Suna-

"Rin? I'm home!"

The door closes behind you and you sigh relieved when warm air engulfs you. "I'm in the living room." The surprisingly loud yell of your fiancé catches you off-guard and you quickly get rid of your coat and shoes to join him.

The living room is lit by fairy lights and candles that spread a lovingly sweet scent throughout the room. The couch is occupied by several pillows and soft blankets, and the table is filled with some take-out food on the one side, and some desserts in red boxes with hearts on them on the other side. A ridiculously huge bouquet of flowers rests on the table as well, and the big TV that hangs on the wall is on standby already.

You watch the scene for a few moments, too overwhelmed by the whole impression, and you take a deep breath to calm your heart. You're full of affection for your sweet fiancé, who made the effort to prepare all of this for you. And there he comes, in comfy clothes with his signature lazy smile on his face- the expression he always wears when he knows that he did something well.

"So? Whaddaya say?"

"I love it." You take two steps and close the distance between the two of you, and he quickly opens his arms to embrace you in a hug.

"I love you so much, Rintarou. Thank you for doing this."

"I love you too, my sweet girl. I got inspired by our first date."

"You mean when we just watched some movies and talked all night?"

You pull back to look at his face and see a slight blush covering his cheeks. You find it cute and adorable that even after five years of being together he still gets flustered by you so easily.

"Hmm, exactly that. I made a list of the movies we watched back then, and I thought we could recreate that night. But an upgraded version of it. You can cuddle me, if you want to."

"Oh, how generous of the great Suna Rintarou. You're getting soft now that we're hitting the five years mark." You grin and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss against his lips, and you feel him smile when he returns the kiss.

"Only for you, sweet girl. Only for you."

-Aran-

"I got something for you."

"Oh?" You close the book in your hand and focus your attention on the handsome man in front of you. He sheepishly scratches the back of his head and hands you a small box with a golden brand name printed on it.

"Ojiro! That must have cost a fortune!" your jaw drops when you take the box in your hand, and you stare at it for a few moments in sheer disbelief. Your gaze flickers from the box to his face, but he doesn't seem sorry at all.

"I want to spoil my princess. It's our first Valentine's Day." He nonchalantly states and his words leave you speechless. You slowly proceed to open the box, and there is a beautiful golden necklace inside with a small heart attached to it. You take it out of the box carefully, making sure not to damage it, and when you hold it up you see both of your initials engraved on the back. You look at Aran with wide eyes, and he seems unable to hold eye contact at this point. "So... I hope you like it?"

"It's perfect." You quickly get on your feet and stand right before him, and that's when he's looking at your face again, his golden eyes shining happily at your words. "Really?"

"Yes! Can you put it on me?"

He nods quickly and his big hands cover yours when he takes the necklace out of your hands. You turn around and move your hair out of the way, and his fingers softly come around your neck to put the golden accessory on you. It takes him a few attempts to close the lock, but when he's one he presses a quick kiss to the exposed skin on the side of your neck.

You shiver at the sudden contact and turn around to look at Aran, and his gaze shortly flickers down to the charm adorning your neck. "How does it look?" He seems to struggle to find words, one of his hands cupping your face to look deep into your eyes before he whispers "Beautiful," and finally presses a kiss to your lips.

[morphestic]

I love how the haikyuu teams see each other as intimidating but then we get to know them better and it turns out that every single one of them are idiots who share a brain cell max at all times when they're out of court.