#haikyuu!! special chapter

[mettywiththenotes]

Q&A with Furudate translated on twitter, including questions about Nekoma and Karasuno

And a Q&A about Furudate

Here's the source and if you already have a twitter account, make sure to comment and thank the translator!

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

Obsessed with Fukutora as broke 20-somethings in college chasing their dreams and being each other's biggest fan. Fukunaga going to all of Tora's games even before he’s on a D1 team and bringing cheesy pun-filled signs to cheer him on and meal prepping high-protein breakfasts so he has something to eat before morning practice. Tora passing out fliers for Fukunaga's upcoming shows to his teammates and being his test audience for jokes and laughing the loudest in the audience no matter how funny the material is. They split rent on a shitty one-bedroom apartment and both work part-time jobs with late hours, but even though they get home past midnight it's fine cause they still get to cook and eat together. They frame each other's first magazine interviews and brag to their coworkers, Tora’s adamant that they’re gonna make it big AND THEY DO. The day Tora gets the offer from VC Kanagawa they both cry.

I'm so normal about them.

[soukokuchild]

Furudate you had the chance to make both Kiyoomi and Atsumu captains AND!!! to make them play against eachother on their third year but nooo HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FORGIVE YOU

[cherryblossomssmash]

Kenma's face lol. 😂 When the game is officially over but he knew that it will be just an endless rally with Karasuno even if he hadn't spatched that ball. Rally from hell indeed. Nobu still even dreams about it in year 2024. 🤣

Thank you for the special chapter Furudate-sama! 🥰🥰🥰

[the-real-wholesome-bitch]

WHY IS KAGEYAMA IN ITALYYY

NOT MY KAGEHINA DREAMS DIEING

[hoperenae]

Turning Heads (a Haikyuu fanfic by hoperenae)

PREVIOUS — SERIES MASTERLIST — NEXT

PART 22- Gymnasium 2

After the day’s matches were over, I decided to skip extra practice with my teammates and head back to my sleeping quarters to research some new moves on YouTube. I couldn’t believe it was already the second day of camp, and I hadn’t come up with anything original to make me stronger.

As I was walking past Gymnasium 2, I heard voices from inside. I peeked my head in the doorway and found Tsukishima standing and talking with two guys from Fukurodani and Kuroo from Nekoma.

“It's a matter of whether 'that moment' exists for you or not,” said the owl-haired ace named Bokuto. “If you experience that moment, that’s when you’ll really get hooked on volleyball.” He pointed at Tsukki with a powerful grin. I couldn’t see Tsukki’s face, but at those words, he stood up a little straighter.

“What are you doing out here?” A whisper from next to me had me jumping out of my skin. It was Hinata.

“Jeez, Hinata, you scared the crap out of me!” I whispered back. “I’m not doing anything. I mean…I was just…”

“Oi, you two!” It was Kuroo’s booming voice from inside that made me jump a second time. I pointed at myself in question. “Yes, you. Why don’t you stop creeping in the doorway and join us for a little 3-on-3?”

Hinata bounded into the gym with rapt enthusiasm, but I entered a little more hesitantly; rightfully so, as I was going into a room with some pretty all-star players. But if I was going to get any better, I had to train with the best of the best.

“Alright, let’s split into fair teams,” Kuroo declared. He put a hand on his chin in contemplation. “Tsukki and Arya, you’re with me. Bokuto and Akaashi, you get Shrimpy.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little unbalanced?” Akaashi muttered, arms crossed across his chest.

“It’ll be good practice for Shrimpy to go up against two tall blockers.” Kuroo shrugged with a cunning grin.

“Bring it on!” Hinata hollered. “I won’t lose to you, Tsukishima!” Tsukki rolled his eyes.

We didn’t play many 3-on-3 matches at Karasuno, so that fact alone made this quite the challenge. The pacing was fast; the second you finished attacking, you had to scurry back into position to defend. Although we had the two tallest players, the other team had the advantage of having an actual setter. Nevertheless, I was impressed by Kuroo’s ability to effortlessly step into any position while also shouting out tips to me and Tsukki.

“Time out, time out!” Kuroo called. The score was 12 us and 15 them. The point gap was growing as we grew more tired from constantly running and jumping around. Meanwhile, Hinata looked like a damn spring chicken.

“Arya,” Kuroo waved me toward him, and I hustled over. He leaned in close to me so the other team couldn’t hear. “What’s the most important thing when blocking?”

“Uhh…height?” I guessed, wiping sweat from my brow with my shirtsleeve, suddenly self-conscious of my body odor. He was so close.

“Well, yes,” Kuroo frowned. “But if you have a height disadvantage, whether with your fellow blockers or opposing spikers, the key is timing.”

“Timing,” I repeated.

“When you go up to block, delay your jump just a half second later than you think you need to, and then you’ll reach your peak height at the same time as me and Tsukki.”

“Okay, I think I can manage that,” I said. “Anything else?”

“Actually, yeah,” Kuroo continued. “I helped Tsukki with this yesterday. When you block, angle your arms a little farther forward, in front of your head, like this.” He demonstrated by raising his arms for a block.

“Like this?” I mimicked his movement. He nodded but reached over and grabbed my wrists, bending them downward a bit.

“Keep your wrists bent too so the ball is redirected down instead of straight back.” I felt a chill go down my spine as he held onto my wrists for a second longer than necessary. My eyes met his and…was he blushing? No, surely it was just because we were hot and sweaty from the game.

“Uh, thanks,” I muttered, dropping my arms as he let go of my wrists.

Kuroo cleared his throat with a cough. “Okay, let’s pick it back up.”

With my new blocking tips from Kuroo, I was actually able to hold my own against the other team. Tsukki and I even managed to shut down Hinata’s spike which felt very satisfying.

While I had learned a lot today, I still didn’t feel like I had made enough progress to stand out on my own. With that in mind, I braced myself for the final couple of days of camp.

TAGLIST: @lemurzsquad @bokuroibi

[raspberrylix]

so there was a special after time skip chapter, the all-star game, and no one told me that? rude. it wasn't translated originally from what it seems so ig that's why I couldn't find it with the rest of chapters but that doesn't change anything

that's all I've been asking for. love those silly little guys so much

[miyamoratsumuu]

CASE: SOLVED!

⌕ you want us to solve what?!

⌕ a k.bakugou, s.todoroki, i.imidoriya (seperately) x reader interactive smau series

⌕ she needed a new start, and japan's hero commision needed the world's best of the best private investigator. now that y/n l/n was asked to be stationed in japan, she'll be working side by side with the country's top three heroes to uncover a stalker's disguise. will they be able to find a solution for the case? and along the way, maybe a solution for her broken heart too.

⌕ pro hero!au, big three x reader, strangers (?) to co workers to lovers (?), swearing/language, fem!reader (reader is referred to with she/her pronouns), stalker activity, maybe ooc izuku I'm sorry</3

⌕ status: coming soon!

(☏) for chapters with written portions

⌕ frans' 1k special! readers will be able to decide the fate of characters involved in the series! who'll work with who, who'll make moves on the reader first, who'll go on dates with who? you get to decide!

CATCH THE SUSPECT! uquiz

TEASER, INTRODUCTIONS, CHAPTERS coming soon<3

© miyamoratsumuu 2024 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

⌕ taglist: open!! (reply or send an ask to be added<3)

⌕ the series and whole concept of this is inspired by Panorama!!!, an Interactive Haikyuu SMAU series by the loveliest herself, @zumicho !! it's an amazing series. make sure to check it out along with ree's other works!!

AND TO ALL MY AMAZING MHA MOOTIES THAT MADE THIS POSSIBLE AAAAH TY ALL AND ILY ALL SM!!!! you guys won't believe the amount of times you inspired me to do more and do better, and I couldn't be more grateful 🙇🏻‍♀️

@whenanafallsinlove @angeliicheartt @poetlus @sepptember @satelitis @iloveroblox48 @sweetheartsaku @rueclfer @kovu-bunnbunn @izufeels @seumyo @loveriotss @lissdiary @xn4vyl1c1ousx @sunolls @lounaticcc @daetko

and ofc to my other moots too that I wasn't able to tag (it's either I'm shy or I'm shy 😞) I can't forget about you guys ofc!! all of your support means so much to me, words can't express how grateful I really am<3 LIKE REE AND NESS AND WYR AND YEN (imy yen) you guys were the no. 1 people I always looked up to, truly ILY!!

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[bakuhatsufallinlove]

Let's talk about Jump GIGA

Jump GIGA covers, 2016-2024. Volumes are published (left to right per row) as Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn releases, with 2018 and 2019 briefly breaking the pattern by having three Winter and three Summer volumes each. 2023 has an Early Spring volume in addition to the standard four.

So, people have pointed out that the 2024 Spring cover is, uh, not like other covers.

But I've only seen comparisons to other MHA GIGA covers and MHA Weekly Shonen Jump covers. Out of curiosity for what GIGA's typical marketing aesthetics might be, I put together a comparison between all of Jump GIGA's covers to date.

And, um. Some things stand out, to say the least.

First, let me clarify what Jump GIGA even is: it is a seasonal magazine from Shonen Jump, published separate from Weekly Shonen Jump. SJ is an absolutely massive brand and they have a number of magazines serialized outside of the most well-known weekly magazine.

The content of Jump GIGA is primarily made up of one-shots and spin-offs. From the beginning, a lot of the appeal has been the cool cover illustrations which showcase special merchandise that comes with the purchase of GIGA. Usually the cover also promotes big things going on related to the WSJ series, like movie events, new games, or special figurines for sale.

The marketing aesthetic has been clear from the start: the cover consists of one core illustration and a number of ads surrounding it. Most often you get a cover illustration of a protagonist, and then ads and merch for other series, e.g. Food Wars protagonist cover with One Piece film promotion and Haikyuu!! merch.

The purpose of this marketing direction is pretty obvious. Spin-offs and one-shots are not likely to generate a ton of interest consistently, so they lure people in with the cool covers and tempting limited edition merchandise of the series they already know and love. In this way, highlighting one series with the cover and different series with the merch makes sense, because maybe somebody doesn't care about Food Wars, but they definitely want those Haikyuu!! stickers, stuff like that.

Starting from 2020's Autumn volume, you can see a shift. For the first time, basically all of the merchandise is for the cover series. The Demon Slayer manga had already ended five months earlier in May, but a two-chapter spin-off was scheduled for release in WSJ during October. This GIGA was released exactly one day before the second chapter was published and it capitalizes on the hype.

After this point, only MHA and Jujutsu Kaisen dominate the cover and the merch in quite this way, with Black Clover getting attention last volume as a way to highlight the fact that it actually switched syndication from WSJ to GIGA.

Anyway, most commonly the cover illustration is a solo shot of a core cast member (usually but not always the protagonist), and if it's not a solo, it's a big cast illustration.

Only a few covers focus on two characters, and usually it's a crossover as opposed to characters from same series sharing the limelight.

Here we've got Food Wars' protagonist with the main characters from Dr. Stone and Act-Age.

The two covers most similar to the Izuku & Kacchan cover are 2022 Winter and 2023 Autumn.

Winter depicts the main trio of Blue Box in a seasonally-appropriate aesthetic. Not gonna lie, this one kinda makes me laugh--Blue Box is a romance and sports manga, and even though Christmas has a romantic air to it in Japan, instead of depicting any sort of like, hesitant but hopeful romantic energy between the heterosexual couple that actually get together later in the series, they focus primarily on the two girls being cute with the guy is a wee footnote? I mean, all right.

Meanwhile, Autumn depicts one of the protagonists with the series antagonist with a typical cool action style. I'm not very familiar with JJK, but I hear these two have got Some Drama going on, so, there's that.

The merch itself has also evolved over the years. Stickers and posters were present early on, but they have since expanded to decorative folders and now acrylic stands and coasters. 2021 Summer sees the first time the cover illustration is marketed as merch, with the Jujutsu Kaisen cover included as a decorative folder.

Right after that, the Kacchan cover of 2021 Autumn is included as a poster alongside earlier covers featuring Todoroki and Izuku.

2023 Summer's cover is a huge, wrap-around MHA cast illustration and it was published three days after chapter 396 came out, strategically timed to highlight the big shift in the final battle as Ochako vs Toga ends and All Might vs. AFO begins. Merch includes a decorative folder of the wrap-around cover and character motif stickers.

And then we get this!?

A duo cover illustration where the cover art itself has been merchandised to hell and back!?!?

Acrylic stand and pin set!?

Double-sided coaster showing bkdk greatest hits!? With volume 29's river scene cover!?

There's also a double-sided poster featuring the Spring cover with the ninth popularity poll art and a decorative bag with the anniversary art. The cover art itself is plastered all over the volume, front, back, and spine, apparently a total of 19 times.

I honestly don't know what to say about this. It feels wild that this is actually what the cover is. Obviously it is a huge marketing push in anticipation of season 7, and Izuku and Katsuki are the most popular characters, but. it just feels... unique.

In the course of Jump GIGA's publication, this direction is kind of unprecedented. Genuinely no one could have expected this. This seems to be the first time there's been this much merch for a cover. And it was a solid fucking move, marketing-wise--it's sold out basically everywhere, everyone is talking about it. And even people who don't follow the series or ship these two can't help but comment on how strikingly romantic it looks!?

I don't know how much say Horikoshi had in what the cover was, but damn it sure feels like he drew this with immense affection. I kind of wonder if he personally pushed for it to be these two, rather than the typical solo shot, cast shot, or even a protagonist vs. antagonist shot.

I'm KO'd, man. idek if this post is useful to anybody I'm just on my hands and knees here.

Everybody knows what we're all here for, and it's these cute boys finally getting their happy ending.

EDIT NOTE: I gathered much of the information and many, many of the images in this post from a fan-made Jump Database. I neglected to say it properly when I first posted this, but special thanks to the very dedicated people who maintain that website!

[b1xi]

───𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘐𝘋───ハイキュー!!

Haikyuu(ハイキュー!!)x fem!reader

Word count: 2255

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

You adjusted your uniform for what felt like the sixth time that morning, glancing at your reflection in the school bathroom mirror. With a held breath, you stepped back into the empty hallway, checking once more the paper in your hand with precise directions to the teachers’ lounge. There, you were supposed to meet Professor Ittetsu Takeda for a brief tour of Karasuno High.

You stopped in front of the door and, after taking a deep breath, knocked a couple of times. The door opened, revealing a tired-looking woman who lowered her gaze when she saw you.

"Yes?" she asked, her expression somewhat neutral.

"Excuse me, is Professor Takeda here?" you asked, hesitating slightly as your fingers played with the Sanrio keychain hanging from the strap of your bag, trying to calm your nerves.

Before the woman could respond, a young man with a friendly appearance, wearing glasses and a green tracksuit, appeared suddenly and offered you a small bow.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Takeda-sensei. I’m really grateful that you’re giving me this tour,” you said with a calm voice.

"The pleasure is mine!" Takeda responded enthusiastically. "Karasuno High is a special place, and I’m sure you’ll feel welcome here. Are you ready for the tour?"

“Yes, sensei,” you replied with a smile, feeling your nerves start to fade, thanks to the professor's warmth.

Takeda nodded, giving you a brief summary of the various spaces you’d visit as you walked down the school’s hallways. The tour would start at the main facilities and finish at the gym. As you walked, he explained the structure of the school’s clubs and the steps to take if you were interested in joining one.

“Do you have a music club?” you asked, quickening your pace to keep up with him. Your old school didn’t have such a club, so you hoped to find one at Karasuno.

Takeda paused briefly, adjusting his glasses before replying.

“I can’t say for sure,” he answered, thoughtful. “Last year we had a music club, but it was quite small, and I’m not sure if it will continue this year.” He opened one of the exit doors and, gesturing with his hand, invited you to go first. “Do you like music? Do you play an instrument?”

“Yes!” you replied enthusiastically, your eyes lighting up as you spoke. “I’ve been playing the piano since I was eight.”

As you moved through the hall, you shared with Takeda-sensei how your interest in music began. You talked about the hours spent practicing, the recitals, and how the piano had given you a personal refuge and a means of expression.

“That’s admirable, Y/N,” said Takeda with a genuine smile as he listened to your story. “Just one last stop,” he added before stopping. “Well, here we are. This is the gym. Impressive, isn’t it?”

“Wow…” you murmured as you entered, taking in the vast space, much larger than anything you’d seen at your previous school. “It’s amazing.”

Takeda nodded, visibly pleased with your reaction.

“That’s right. This is where the volleyball team trains and plays their matches,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked around the space. “You might even get a chance to see them in action one day.”

The suggestion piqued your curiosity. You’d heard of Karasuno’s volleyball team’s reputation and began to imagine the vibrant energy and excitement during their matches.

“Well, that’s all for today,” Takeda concluded, turning to you with a kind expression. “I hope the tour helped you get a little more familiar with the school. If you have any other questions or need help, don’t hesitate to find me.”

You returned his smile, feeling that the warm environment of the school had started to dispel your initial nerves. As you left the gym and bid farewell to Takeda-sensei, you truly felt welcome at Karasuno, certain that this was the beginning of a new chapter full of possibilities.

The persistent sound of the alarm clock echoed through your room, abruptly pulling you out of sleep. You sat up quickly, the excitement of your first day at the new school banishing any trace of drowsiness. You dressed hurriedly, making sure every detail was in place, and dashed downstairs, almost skipping, arriving at the kitchen where your mother was finishing preparing breakfast.

“Mom, breakfast!” you said, leaning against the counter with an expectant smile.

“Here you go,” your mother replied, carefully placing the breakfast into your bag. She then moved closer, bending slightly to adjust your uniform and gently fix your hair. “Do you want me to take you to school?”

“No, thanks, I’ll walk,” you said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye.

With the key safely tucked in your skirt pocket, you left the house and began walking uphill toward the school. As you plugged your headphones into your phone, you let the first chords of your favorite song fill your ears, creating a small bubble of tranquility around you.

Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the music in your headphones.

“Watch out!”

Startled, you looked up just in time to see a boy on a bicycle speeding toward you. With quick reflexes, you stepped out of the way, feeling the rush of air as he zoomed past you.

“Sorry!” the boy shouted as he continued pedaling, not slowing down.

“Idiot…” you muttered, irritated, as you returned your attention to your phone to change the music. With a sigh, you decided to let the small incident go and focus on the rest of your walk. The morning was still young, and in the air, you felt a mix of nerves and excitement about what the day would bring in this new chapter of your life.

You entered the classroom and chose a desk near the window, from where you could observe your new classmates as they settled in. The atmosphere quickly filled with conversations and laughter, with several students starting to form groups and chat enthusiastically. You found yourself wishing for the same, repeating to yourself that you would make friends eventually, as you watched more classmates enter and take their seats.

Soon after, the teacher entered the room and began writing some instructions on the board before turning to the group.

"Alright, everyone, split into groups of three to start today’s activity," she announced energetically, leaving the chalk on her desk.

You frowned as you looked around, aware that you didn’t know anyone yet. You hoped someone would invite you to join a group, fearing you'd end up alone while the others formed their teams.

"Hey... hey, you," a voice called out toward you.

You turned your head to see a short boy with orange hair and a friendly smile. He was extending his hand toward you, and as you looked at him more closely, you immediately recognized him as the same boy who had almost run you over with his bicycle that morning.

"Do you want to team up with me?" he asked with an upbeat expression.

You hesitated for a moment, but quickly realized you didn’t have many options.

"Sure," you agreed, trying to hide your surprise.

The boy’s face lit up as if he had just won a prize. Without hesitation, he moved his desk next to yours and sat down, showing the same energy he had earlier.

"I’m Shoyo Hinata!" he introduced himself enthusiastically. "And you?"

His energy was contagious, and although you started the conversation with some reservation, you couldn’t help but smile at his friendliness.

"I’m Y/N Y/LN," you replied, noticing that despite the morning mishap, the idea of having such an enthusiastic and friendly partner wasn’t so bad.

Hinata, moving energetically in his seat, looked at you with a wide smile.

"It’s a pleasure. I saw you this morning on your way to school," he said, his enthusiasm palpable. "I almost ran you over, I'm really sorry."

He looked slightly embarrassed by the confession, but the sincerity in his tone made you feel like there was no ill intent.

"It’s okay, it was my fault," you replied, trying to reassure him. You saw him relax as the excitement returned to his eyes. However, his expression soon turned thoughtful.

"Hey, Hinata, we still need one more person," you commented, remembering that the group needed to have three members.

"Right!" he exclaimed quickly, looking around the classroom with anxiety before pointing to a girl at the back of the class, her black hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders as she fiddled with her phone. "How about we ask her?"

You looked at the girl he had pointed to. She seemed completely absorbed in her screen, not paying much attention to the commotion around her.

"Of course, why not?" you replied, determined. You had nothing to lose.

Hinata, with resolve, stood up from his seat with a confident smile and quickly made his way to the girl. It was clear that he wasn’t the type to hesitate or hold back for too long. You watched him as he approached and said something you couldn’t hear. After a couple of brief exchanges, the girl looked up, seemed to think about it for a moment, and finally nodded.

Hinata returned to your side, accompanied by the girl, who sat down at the empty desk in front of you.

"Nice to meet you, I’m Nakamura Nayuta," she said with a shy smile, introducing herself politely.

When the teacher saw the group was complete, she began explaining the instructions for the activity. As the class went on, the three of you began to share details about yourselves. It turned out that none of you had ever been to Karasuno before, which gave you another point of connection. When the activity ended, you decided to keep talking and get to know each other better.

"Ahh, Nayuta-san, do you like volleyball?" Hinata asked enthusiastically, pointing to the background on Nayuta's phone, where volleyball player Ishikawa Yūki appeared.

"No," Nayuta replied distractedly, without taking her eyes off her phone.

"What? But you have a volleyball player as your wallpaper!" Hinata looked genuinely surprised, almost disappointed by the answer. Then, with his eyes shining with excitement, he turned to you. "And you, Y/N-san? What do you think of volleyball?"

"No, I’m not very good at playing, I prefer music," you confessed, doodling on the corner of Nayuta’s notebook with your pen. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for Hinata, with his energy so contagious.

Hinata, seeing that neither of you shared his enthusiasm for volleyball, felt a little discouraged but quickly composed himself. "I love volleyball!" he said with a wide smile, his eyes shining with determination. "And I plan to become the next star of Karasuno."

"Aren’t you a little short to play volleyball?" Nayuta asked, still not looking away from her phone. The question, delivered with unsettling calm, made Hinata’s shoulders drop slightly. As for you, you couldn’t help but stifle a small laugh at your new friend’s direct comment.

Hinata, however, didn’t lose his composure. "Yes, but I'll be as cool as the Little Giant," he said, regaining his enthusiasm. With a defiant attitude, he crossed his arms over his chest, as if he could already visualize his bright future.

"I’m sure you’ll make it," you replied, smiling as you looked at the passion in Hinata’s eyes. His optimism was refreshing, and his determination seemed genuine. The conversation flowed easily, and you were starting to feel like part of this small group, despite being new to the school.

Nayuta finally looked at both of you with a calm expression. "Whatever you do, I hope you have fun," she said, her words more reserved but filled with a subtle warmth.

"I’m already excited to join the volleyball team!" Hinata exclaimed with enthusiasm, quickly packing his school materials into his bag. "What about you guys? Which club are you going to join?"

"I don’t know yet," you replied, briefly considering the possibilities. The music club had caught my attention, but as Takeda sensei mentioned, I wasn’t sure if it would still be offered this year. I looked at Nayuta, who, with slight indifference, shrugged.

"I’ll probably join the reading club," she said with a small smile, not offering much more.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class, and the students began to get up from their seats and leave the classroom. Nayuta quietly said her goodbyes, heading toward her next destination. Hinata, on the other hand, wasted no time and turned to me with a look full of enthusiasm.

"Let’s go, Y/N! Come with me to the gym, maybe something will catch your eye and you'll join," he said, making an animated gesture with his hands. His energy was contagious, and I couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. Seeing my hesitation, he added with an even more pleading tone: "Please!"

I felt a bit embarrassed by the way he asked me to join him, but in the end, I accepted with a slight smile. "Alright, alright," I replied, feeling the warmth in my cheeks as I noticed some people in the hallways staring at us curiously due to Hinata's commotion.

"Yes! Wait here, I’ll change first!" he exclaimed, almost shouting, before running off toward the boys’ bathroom.

[akaakeis]

missed. | oikawa t.

synopsis : oikawa tooru and yn are 21 years old, and they are nearly an entire day's flight away from one another. they're not only separated by distance however- they somehow always have conflicting schedules. they used to be really good 'friends' when they both went to aoba johsai, but now they keep missing each other.

oikawa tooru x f!reader (im sorry, i know if i try to make it gn i'll end up making a lot of mistakes because i default to fem :(( )

ongoing haikyuu mixed smau!! (meaning there is written content along with social media elements!!)

taglist : open .ᐟ drop an ask or dm to be added ◡̈

playlist : here .ᐟ will be updated at some point <3

cw + notes : guys this is my first smau please be kind bsbjejdn - there will be lots of pining, lil bit angsty but will have a happy ending (im a wuss i cant do hardcore angst), there may be lots of cursing not sure yet, kys + kms jokes will be present, p-ts tooru but 2016, reader is a university student, characters will probably be ooc, my humor may be unfunny (つ﹏⊂)... also!!! im basing this smau off of lyn lapid's song "cross ur mind"

(special thanks to @causenessus for letting me yap to her about this idea!! got me sm more excited to start working on it)

(ALSO thanks to @bokukos for agreeing to help me w all the messages!! labelling you as my cowriter)

introductions :

₊˚⊹⋆ the cafe study gang || seijoh's best 🤷‍♂️

chapters :

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆ prologue -- landed

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆ 01. an uncomfortable reunion (new .ᐟ)

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆ more tba .ᐟ stay tuned ◡̈

[heich0e]

the hunt - frat boy!atsumu/f!reader (haikyuu!) tags: not NSFW but not NOT NSFW if that makes sense, inspired by this art by @/hlxtn, mentions of alcohol, typical frat party debauchery, college!au, greek system!au, reader is in a sorority, atsumu has a lip piercing and is a whore, making out, heavy petting, graphic depictions of graphic depictions, gratuitous headboard knocking, this atsumu makes me want to scream, word count 3k

The brief is simple: a scavenger hunt of sorts. 

It’s just a bit of friendly competition between you and your fellow sorority sisters, not unusual for the chapter president and the upper ranking sisters to orchestrate. At 8:00PM on the dot, everyone received a joint text message with a list of items to retrieve or tasks to complete to earn points—for tasks without a physical trophy, a simple photo as proof would do the trick—and once the clock strikes midnight, the participants who've managed to scavenge the most points would be the winners, and those with the lowest points would face a forfeit.

And finally, throughout the night there would be bonus points come up for grabs in the form of special challenges.

Like the one currently lighting up the screen of your phone. 

(11:00PM) INZ hookup - 100 points for a pledge, 500 points for pres, 250 points for everyone else. (11:00PM) Current ranking: 12/25. 1 hour remaining.

“How far are we from the Iota house?” you ask, leaning forward against the restraint of your seatbelt and gripping the headrest of the drivers seat in front of you.

“A couple blocks,” your friend (and fellow sorority sister) behind the wheel says in confusion, “why?”

You and a few of your closest friends had wandered out that night to amass points together. You were all doing pretty well, but according to the rankings that are sent out every half hour, none of you have even broken the top 10. 

And now there's only an hour left.

“Go there next,” you say decisively. 

“Are you nuts?” another sister smushed into the backseat with you squeaks, “hooking up with an Iota is…”

Practically a death sentence. At least socially. You all know it. 

To call the boys of the INZ frat run-through would be a disservice to the word. Their reputation among the other greeks is NOT one to be trifled with. The boys themselves, beyond being philandering, are more than a little rough around the edges. They’re known for starting fights (and finishing them) and save for their chapter president Kita, and a few standouts among the brothers, they’re not generally considered the shining gold standard of Greek Life. The Iotas are the direct cause of more than a few of the sanctions your university has imposed on the Greek system in recent years, even against Kita's best efforts to keep them in line. 

But still, that many points may just be too gleaming of an opportunity for you to pass up. 

There’s a party in full swing when you pull up to the INZ house, because it's a Friday night so of course there is.

“Do you see anyone else here?” you ask your friends as you step into the fray, raising your voice to be heard over the pulsating music rattling through the house. You’re all wearing shirts with your sorority’s greek letters on them, so any fellow sisters should be easy to spot, though you can’t make any out from where you stand near the door.

“No,” one of your friends says, pressing close to your back to avoid being run over by a few passing partygoers chasing after someone in a hoodie with a quart of rum tucked under his arm. “Hey, are you sure this is a good idea?”

Of course it’s not. But the last time you lost one of these little challenges you were stuck vacuuming the entire sorority house for two months, and you weren’t eager to experience it again. 

“How much time is left?” you ask, pulling your cellphone from your pocket. 

11:12 your screen reads.

“Around 45 minutes,” your friend confirms what you know to be true once you see the time on your screen. Your eyes scan the party, landing on a figure on the edge of the crowd in an INZ hoodie with a red solo cup in his hands.

And a terrible, horrible, perfect idea comes to mind. 

You unlock your phone.

'Claiming this task!' you type as you cross the party, leaving your friends behind. 

The President replies immediately to your claim.

(11:15PM) Which Iota? 

You send your answer without a second thought.

The boy in the INZ hoodie doesn’t see you coming as you sidle up beside him, so when you put a hand on the sleeve of his sweatshirt and crane up on your tiptoes to get close to his ear he stiffens slightly in surprise. 

“Hi,” you say into his ear to be heard over the music blaring through the crowded house, your fingers twisting into the material of his sleeve, “you don’t know me, but I really need a favour.”

And that’s how you end up in Atsumu Miya’s bedroom in the Iota Nu Zeta frat house, standing on he opposite side of the room as he sits perched on the edge of his bed.

“Yer tellin’ me ya want me to pretend to fuck ya?” he asks, a brow quirked under the band of his backwards cap. “All fer some… bet?”

“It’s not a bet,” you correct him (not for the first time), “it’s a scavenger hunt.”

“And I’m the thing yer huntin’?” he's teasing you now, and you know it. 

“It doesn’t have to be you,” you huff, your lips pursing, “and if you’re gonna keep wasting my time I can go ask—“

“Now wait a minute,” he interrupts you before you can even dangle the threat before him, “now that I know yer trying to cheat the system, whose t’say I don’t send a text of my own to that pretty little president of yours and tell her what yer schemin’?” 

“You wouldn’t,” you say, your nose crinkling up in irritation. 

Atsumu grins, and the piercing on his bottom lip catches in the light of the lamp that sits on the table between the two twin XL beds in the tiny, untidy room. You assume he shares it with his twin brother, though you really don’t have much to base that assumption other than the fact you know he has one. The room is a bit neater on the side Atsumu is not sitting on, so you infer that Osamu is also the tidier twin between the two of them. 

“Nah, I wouldn’t,” he laughs, “I kinda like seein’ ya play dirty.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You guys always seem so…” Atsumu goes on, waving his hand in the air vaguely. 

“Rule-abiding?” you offer. 

“Stuck up,” he corrects you. 

He’s not necessarily wrong for thinking it, even if it does irk you. Your sisterhood is one of the more reserved greek chapters on campus—elite even, if you dared to say it. Sure, the scavenger hunt you find yourself partaking in that evening might not seem it, but the fact of the matter is that you guys aren’t inherently morally superior to any of the other greek houses - you’re just better at not getting caught. 

Something that seems utterly beyond the Iota brothers. 

Which is exactly why you need it to be him.

“Are you gonna help me or not?” you finally ask, sighing warily. 

“What’s in it for me?” Atsumu counters your appeal. 

“I’ll give you all my precal notes ahead of the midterm next week.”

Atsumu furrows his brow. “We’re in the same precal class?” he asks. 

Your expression flattens. 

“Unfortunately, yes,” you grit out, “which you might know if you didn’t spend every class napping.”

“Wait…”—he purses his lips, eyes scanning over your face—“we have a midterm next week?” 

You feel something throb palpably behind your eyes. 

“Yes,” you manage to get out even though your jaw is clenched firmly shut. "God you're hopeless."

"Yer awfully rude for someone who's tryin' to use me fer my body," Atsumu says, smirking when he sees the way your expression shifts into one of even further annoyance at his taunt. He leans back on his bed, resting his weight on his elbows. “So, what do I have to do here?”

“Just… take your shirt off and take a picture with me in bed with you,” you say, though it physically pains you to say the words. To have to stoop so low.

He quirks a brow mischievously. “Oh, ’s that all?”

“And keep your hands to yourself,” you tack on pointedly.

Atsumu snorts, lifting his hands in innocence.

“You got it, princess.”

Just as Atsumu shifts his weight forward, and his hand reaches behind his neck to grab at the collar of his hoodie, your cellphone jingles. 

You reach for it, and see that it’s a message from the sorority president. You unlock the device to reveal the message.

It’s a picture of a door.

The very door you presently find yourself behind.

Another message pops up in the chat.

(11:29) Recruited a bit of backup! You’ve got a little crowd waiting for proof, just to be safe ;)

And then another.

(11:30) Current ranking: 15/25. 30 minutes remaining.

“Fuck,” you mutter, miserable at the turn of events - and your drop in the rankings.

“What’s wrong?” Atsumu asks. 

“There are people out there…” your voice drops quieter, your eyes flickering over to the door on the other side of the room. “Waiting for… proof.”

The information seems to process slowly in Atsumu’s brain, and his eyes widen as the facts click into place. 

“Ohhh…” he trails off. “They want a real show, huh?” 

“Sorry for dragging you into this,” you sigh, “it was stupid, just forget I-“ 

Atsumu catches your wrist in his hand, tugging you forward before you can step away towards the door in defeat. You peer down at him as you stand between his parted thighs, confused.

“I never said I couldn’t give ‘em one.”

Your face flushes.

“Don’t be stu-“

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he says, letting his grip on your wrist fall, “we just gotta get a bit more… creative about it ’s all.”

You chew on the corner of your lip. 

You really hate vacuuming. 

“Alright,” you muster your resolve, offering him your hand for a handshake.

“And ya owe me all your notes right up until the final,” Atsumu tacks on, just before he clasps your hand in his. 

You huff, closing the distance between your palms and taking his hand in a shake. You can’t help but notice how much larger his hand is than yours. 

“Fine, whatever.”

Atsumu is… frighteningly good at putting on a show. 

He turns out the lamp on his bedside table so there’s no light peeking out from the crack under the door, he turns on music like he’s trying (and failing) to drown out any possible noise that might make it out, and he rocks his sturdy bed frame into the wall in a steady, unmistakable rhythm. 

“Hey,” he grunts out on a particularly hard knock of the wooden frame against the wall, his voice is barely above a whisper. “Ya gotta make some noise, y’know. Yer gonna ruin my rep.”

“What do you mean?” you whisper back, still standing frozen just beside the bed, more than a little awkwardly. 

“Y’know, moan or whatever,” he hisses back. 

“I can’t do that!” you snap.

“Yeah fuckin’ right,” he mutters, and you have half a mind to smack him. But before you have the chance to, a strong arm circles your waist and pulls you down. 

You squeak in fright. “Atsumu!”

He has you pinned underneath his body before you know it, practically nose to nose with him, his hands returning to their place on the headboard to give it another knock against the wall. 

Your eyes have adjusted to the dimness in the room since he turned out the lamp, and you can make out his features even though it’s dark. He’s smirking, that little silver hoop at the edge of his lip caught between his teeth. 

“There ya go,” he snickers, “just like that.”

“You told me you’d keep your hands to yourself,” you mutter lowly.

“Sacrifices must be made,” he shrugs, and gives the headboard another loud, incriminating knock. 

It’s preposterous the situation you find yourself in, pinned underneath Atsumu god damn Miya of all people. Pretending to fuck him. 

How the hell did you end up here?

“Ow,” you complain quietly when a particularly rough knock makes the back of your head hit the headboard. 

“Shit, sorry,” Atsumu mutters. He slides an arm underneath your back. “Here.”

He grunts, flipping the two of you over so you’re straddling his waist and he’s the one against the headboard in his tiny little bed. His baseball cap falls off in the scuffle, leaving the strands of his blonde hair loose. 

“’S that better?” he asks. 

It’s not actually, because this feels a hell of a lot more compromising than it had a second before. 

“Ya just gotta push against the headboard like this,”—he takes your hands in his, guiding them up over his shoulders to grip the wooden bed frame, pressing them back until it knocks into the wall—“see?”

“Okay,” you murmur, still a little dazed from the sudden role reversal, repeating the motion. 

You go slower than he had as you get the hang of it, distracted by how close his face is to yours. How you can feel his breath against your mouth. 

It smells like spearmint gum and cheap beer. 

You lick your lips. 

“This more the pace you like?” Atsumu asks, smiling crookedly as he remarks on the tempo you’ve set, his hands settling on your waist. 

“Watch your hands,” you snap quietly, and his touch retreats as you stretch back as far as you can from him without losing your grip on the headboard. 

“You’re still bein’ pretty quiet,” Atsumu comments. “You really gonna make me do everything?” 

“What do you-“

“Ohhhh, fuck.”

Atsumu’s moan is so loud that it startles you, and you let go of the headboard to slap your hand over his mouth in surprise. He grunts a little as you pitch forward, your palm muffling the sound. 

“You tryin’ to win this thing or not?” he asks you pointedly once you pull your hand away. 

“Sorry,” you mutter, acutely aware of the fact you can feel the slickness of spit on your palm, “you just… surprised me.”

He hums. 

“I’d say we’ve probably sold it at this point anyway,” he says with a little sigh. “As long as we go back out there lookin’ a bit scruffy, no one’ll know.”

You chew on the inside of your mouth as you mull over his words. 

“What?” he asks, noticing your hesitation.

You swallow, reaching up and touching the side of your neck. 

“You should give me a hickey.”

Atsumu’s eyes go as wide as saucers. 

“Yer jokin’.”

You shake your head. “It’s like… incontrovertible proof right? It’s not like I could give myself one.”

His eyes search your face for any sign of deception. 

“Ya don’t seem like the type who’d let someone mark ya.”

“I’m not,” you say, suppressing a shiver as his pointer finger loops under the neckline of your t-shirt, tugging it gently to the side. “You seem like the type to leave marks, though.”

Atsumu leans forward and chuckles, his breath is warm against your throat.

“Yeah, guess I am.”

Atsumu’s mouth is hot as it descends upon your pulse point, lips closing around the skin.

“Oh,” you gasp, your hands tangling in the blonde’s hair without thinking as he sucks at the sensitive part of your neck. His own hands have settled on your waist, and this time you don’t tell him to remove them.

“Atsumu,” you whimper as his teeth scrape over the skin he’s been suckling against, making you dizzy.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs into your throat, his hands slipping up under the hem of your t-shirt where his fingertips meet skin.

You don’t say anything.

Atsumu flips you over, and this time there’s nothing deceptive about the way the headboard knocks into the wall. 

His hands are still up your shirt, his lips still on your neck, and your legs wrap themselves around his waist as you writhe against his bedsheets. 

“D’ya know why,”—Atsumu interrupts himself to drag his teeth along the edge of your jaw—“I was so shocked we’re in the same class?”

You shake your head minutely, your fingers twisted into the material of his hoodie over his chest. You watch his lips part in a smile, eyes fixed to that little piercing again.

“Because I’ve had a crush on ya since first year,” he murmurs, “and if I’d known ya were there, then I wouldn’t of been nappin’.”

Atsumu kisses you—finally—and you can’t help the sound that slips out of you at the feeling of his lips slotting against yours.

His mouth tastes like spearmint and beer.

His piercing presses gently into your lips as his part against yours, his tongue slipping forward to taste you too.

His hands grab at anything and everything they can reach. 

Somewhere distantly, you feel you’ve played right into his hand. You recognize that you weren’t the only one who had been scheming tonight.

On Atsumu’s floor, your discarded cellphone lights up with yet another missed message. 

(11:45PM) Proof received +250 points

(11:46PM) No idea you had it in you LOL

(12:00AM) Final ranking: 2nd place

You don’t see the texts until much, much later.

[eurydicees]

it's fucking crazy how like. haikyuu started more than ten years ago. and now it's only occasional special one-shots that come out. and yet furudate has yet to miss with any single panel. every chapter since 2012 has hit and i am not joking.

[kuroi-tsuki]

Haikyuu-bu!! Special Chapter: Ekstra

Sampai jumpa di chapter berikutnya~

[the-real-wholesome-bitch]

The joy of finding a new ship is unmatched

[brejecat]

haikyuu fans are crazy (talented), specially rare pair shippers. Tell me why i read some weeks ago an au fic of oihina that made Hinata a gem from steven universe that meet Tooru and it’s one of the reasons why he likes aliens so much with more than 400k of words and the author was actually able to make me completely in love with the story and how the characters are portrayed? I can’t stop talking about it with everyone i know and can’t wait to read the upcoming chapters.

Edit: by the way, the fic name is pinky promises and fallen stars by st0ned_pancake, I forgot to leave the link if anyone wants to read it. Lots of drama, romance and alien talks :)