#haikyuu chapter 360

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Letters for three

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by aspaceshipforangst

Hanamaki Takahiro wrote 3 notes every single day until the end of the year. The paragraphs of the notes slowly increase but the minimal of three lines would stay.

Words: 231, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime

Relationships: Hanamaki Takahiro/Iwaizumi Hajime/Matsukawa Issei/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime/Matsukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Iwaizumi Hajime, Hanamaki Takahiro/Oikawa Tooru, Matsukawa Issei/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Fluff, Notes for the boys, 360 Days of writing, Writing practice, Why Did I Write This?, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Seijoh 4

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[becomehaikyuu]

Haikyuu Chapter 360: Lesson

REFLECTION:

Yeah, Kamomedai is still leading. They're already in the double digits. Volleyball's not so much fun when you're losing, is it? Sorry for being mean, this is supposed to be tense. Hinata and Kageyama end the chapter in a panic, wondering what to do next before the ball hits the floor.

[artemisia--hq]

Haikyuu!! Chapter 360: Lesson (1/2)

SPOILERS!!!

SPOILERS!!!

SPOILERS!!!

SPOILERS!!!

Woooh boy. Here we go. 3rd set, Kamo in a 3-point lead. Tsukki's quick was blocked last chapter.

Everyone having PPTTSD (Post Pissed-Tobio Traumatic Stress Disorder). Can't blame them, I mean, look at that face.

Sometimes I forget that this is a volleyball manga and not some horror shit.

Okay, back to the game.

Tsukki's getting tired. That's what you get for slacking off during roadwork you bean pole. But seriously, it'll be be bad for Karasuno to sub Tsukki out at this point in the game.

Ahhhhhh. Look at my beautiful salty determined boy! *sobs at character development*

Tsukki and his hands-behind-his-back thing. I don't know if Furudate-sensei purposely gave Tsukki this habit or it's just coincidence but I'm leaning more on the former. Sensei's attention to detail is really a cut above other mangaka's.

Karasuno is catching up, but Kamomedai has the momentum.

And here we have two members of the Hinata Shouyou fan club (the harem just keeps getting bigger and bigger).

But really, it's endearing to see that even the players from the other team relies and believes that Hinata would be the one to change the momentum of the game, that his next moves have a great impact on the morale of the team. Which is one of the qualities of being a great ace. *sobs* I'm so proud, my baby crow is growing up.

Well then, Hirugami you smart, beautiful piece of sht. He's like a Tsukki 2.0

Hinata's decoy-ing has little to no effect at all in this match. Kamomedai's blocking is just too good.

Also, how many times had Tanaka kept the rally going by this clutch saves of his? Really, he needs some appreciation. Good job, Tanaka, you're doing great.

(Continued to this post)

[stylinbreeze60]

This

This

This

[leethaxodon]

A VERY SPECIAL BOY

[iify]

that doesn’t look like a fever dream ):

[cakemoney]

Chapter 360: literally just mostly Kamomedai appreciation. literally just me loving my newly adopted kids

(I’m???? so happy that Kiyoko is now showing up in all Karasuno third years collections I’m emotional)

(SMOL KINDAICHI)

Kourai, buddy, are you trying to look like a goblin

(IT’S MY KIDS!!!!!!! dissing on other people even though they just lost lmao)

My son has come so far I’m going to cry

Hirugami: also does literally anything

Blockers Everywhere: Uhhhhh I Also Don’t Like That

Sorry this post was super disorganized I just... does anyone else ship these two? Hardworking and mentally well-adjusted assholes who are just having fun together PLEASE DOES ANYONE ELSE

Bonus: Needless to say, also very proud of my firstborn asshole son

Bonus Bonus: I miss Seijou so much all the time

[keyz-writes]

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴏᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ! :ᴅ <3

♪ ヘ(￣◡￣ヘ) ♬

𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜?? :𝟶

𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝟺 u! ;)

Lol I forgot I should be putting my age lmao

She/They/ 23/ Isfj

PS: pls don't block me my fav blogs I've put my age now jdnsjxnxb

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✿HAIKYUU!!

✯:Things You Do That Flusters Them Easily

✦ Hq Headcannons (Ft. Karasuno First Years)

✦ Hq Headcannons (Ft. Karasuno Second Years)

✦ Hq Headcannons (Ft. Karasuno Third Years)

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✿MY HERO ACADEMIA

✯:How They Comfort You

✦Mha Headcannons(Ft. Midoriya Izuku)

✦Mha Headcannons(Ft. Todoroki Shoto)

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✿KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Coming Soon!

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✿Others!

Getting To Know Me: Facts About Me!

Getting To Know Me: Short Gf Appreciation

Mha: Chapter 355 Spoiler! Manga Panel

Mha: Chapter 358 Spoiler! Manga Panel/s

Mha: Chapter 360 Spoiler! Manga Panel/s

Mha: Chapter 362 Spoiler! Manga Panel/s

Mha: Chapter 387 Spoiler! Manga Panel

Mha: Chapter 430 & 430.5 Spoiler! Manga Panel/s

WTDSIK: Random Manga Panel Spoilers!

WTDSIK: Chapter 262 Manga Panel Spoiler!

WTDSIK: Chapter 283 Manga Panel Spoiler!Pt.1

WTDSIK: Chapter 283 Manga Panel Spoiler!Pt.2

WTDSIK: Chapter 287 Manga Panel Spoiler!Pt.2

WTDSIK: Random Manga Panel/s Spoiler! Pt.1

WTDSIK: Random Manga Panel/s Spoiler! Pt.2

WTDSIK: Random Manga Panel/s Spoiler! Pt.3

Mashle: Manga Spoilers!

shenanigans: Pt.1!

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[unacaritafeliz]

fic writer review

tagged by (one of my absolute favourite authors) @dameferre!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

94! I am slowly creeping closer to that 100!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

360, 929.

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

technically nine, but only seven for ao3 - check please, avatar the last airbender, miraculous ladybug, haikyuu, yuri on ice, 2gether the series & cherry magic

(more questions + tags under the cut!)

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A slap to the face. (viktuuri)

Here in Your Arms (nurseydex)

Re-dib-flip (nurseydex)

It's (not) You (nurseydex)

New York at Christmastime (nurseydex)

anyone else miss the days when the check please fandom was active? i mean... i don't miss the racism i had to see every second of my life, but i do miss writing fic for the boys to combat that racism. and not hating canon!dex. i miss that too.

5. do you respond to comments, why or why not?

listen, why did ao3 make it so that author comments count towards the comment total? I always used to think it was cheating by artificially inflating your own comments now and I can't start now because how will i compare my fic if some of them have double comment counts? i know there are comment threads in statistics but consider - i don't care.

anyway i feel bad because i do feel as if more people would engage with me if i did respond but alas. maths brain won't shut up.

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

the only fic i've written with a sad ending is Goodbye (nurseydex) where Dex confesses to Nursey and gets rejected (rip). It was a prequel to another fic i was writing where they met 5 years after college and managed to get together but i... never wrote the follow up (which i started writing first)

7. do you write crossovers? if so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i write crossovers in that they are inspired by other media but not that characters from both media are present. I have 2 chapters of Checks, Chirps & Cellys (zukki set in the check please universe) up (and yes I am working on chapter three for the anniversary) and I have a Haikyuu x Cherry Magic crossover (kuroken!) ready to go up as soon as I have a free week to post.

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

yeah so in New York at Christmastime someone told me that it was "abuse" for Nursey's sister to threaten to leave Dex on the side of the road if he was mean to Nursey when the Nurse siblings offered to take Dex home for Christmas since he didn't wanna go to his own family (even though he had been a dick to nursey previously, as per canon). This person left me this comment on CHRISTMAS DAY which makes it better.

also it's not hate but i get a lot of "wow i love this fic which is weird because bi zuko seems so wrong!" which isn't hate but i do take it as hate <3. bi zuko rights but more than that just leave people alone if they ship something you don't. you don't need to tell them you don't ship their ships or disagree with their headcanons.

also also this wasn't on a fic but do y'all remember when the parse stan told me I was drinking the "cool-aid"? Truly my favourite fandom interaction.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

bitch please can you imagine?

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

lmao who would steal my rubbish

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

i have! Because I love Adrien too (Alya & Adrien) was translated into Russian! I also have two fics that have been podficced! It's Chow Time!! (Chowder-centric) and Adam J. Birkholtz and the case of the missing clothes (links to translations and podfics at the end of the work)

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Anne and I worked together on 2gether 4ever (sarawatine).

13. what’s your all-time fave ship?

y'all are picking favourite ships?

14. what’s a fic you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

okay so the 5+1 fic The long way home (zukki) won't get finished. I don't think I'll ever go back but I loved it so much. It was such a fun concept. It was basically sokka and suki being like "okay can we love you know?" and zuko being like "no! you can't! honour!" and sokka and suki being like "okay! how about now?"

i still want to work on Checks, Chirps & Cellys (zukki) and am trying my best to get chapter three chugging along but i think if we're being realistic... its been eleven months since chapter one and i'm only just starting on chapter three. i don't think we're gonna get to the end on this one gang (unless y'all wanna hang around until 2024)

15. what are your writing strengths?

i don't know what i'm doing i just write a bunch of words and sometimes they're good.

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

i don't know what i'm doing i just write a bunch of words and sometimes they're not good.

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on a fic?

i think it can be confusing to understand but i do occasionally throw in some better known words into my fic.

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

if we're counting unpublished, then pirates of the caribbean self-insert when i was ten. the first fandom i actually count is Miraculous Ladybug.

19. what is your favorite fic ever written?

I can't pick a favourite from my own fics so I'm interpreting this as my favourite fic by someone else and it is without a doubt A Mile Away by @dameferre. I remember reading it, a beacon of light in the messy racism that was the nurseydex fandom and just... everything felt right in the world for once.

tagging: @creativityobsessed, @admiralsushishin, @toriftw, @literalchineseperson, @hoenursey and @ambykinns

[marshieee]

✨Haikyuu boys as your brother series✨

You had your second date and your brother figured it out. How will they react?

A/N: Chapter 2 pt.2 of second date. Warning there might be some errors and my english is still not good please bear with me and i hope you guys like it (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

Masterlist

He is FRUSTRATED

He can't bear to see how you and aone are so FUCKIN SHY to each other, like fuck just talk normally.

But what frustrates him the most is you. Cause you are not like this, you deadass went 360 in personality and he doesn't like that.

He'll be around the corner mumbling"I didn't raised you like this"

He really really wanted to go and make you two hold hands but he can't that'll just ruin everything.

You and aone would deadass spot him quickly cause this bitch is tall.

And both of your phones will blow out because of him saying

TF YOU TWO DOING?!

WHY ARE YOU TWO JUST STANDING THERE WHAT ARE YOU A FREAKING STATUE?!

Y/N FOR GOD'S SAKE QUIT BEING SHY ALREADY

AONE YOU HAVE MY FULL PERMISSION TO HOLD MY SISTER'S HAND NOW GO HOLD HER HAND

Eventually you two got comfortable with each other. Because of peer pressure you two are receiving.

And the date was fun so futakuchi eventually....still followed until the end.

"That was a great date huh?"

"SHUT UP U!"

(There's an error here in kuroo's convo um the "ok he" Was colored blue so you can't clearly see it i am so sorry)

You were expecting a boy named haiba lev a half Russian half Japanese boy, who's the same age as you and tall af.

But you were greeted by a cute brown hair boy, a sweet angel inouka.

"Inouka?"

"Y/N! Hey"

"Why are you--wait did my brother?"

"Yep yaku-san told me to hang out with you today since you're spending to much time indoors"

"Is that so"

Of course that's not true tbh just two days ago you went shopping with your friends and went home late.

You already figured out that your brother just replaced your date with someone new. You don't even know if this is a date cuz inouka just said he was told to hang out with you.

"You know i kinda lied back then, yaku-san told me to have a d-d-d-date w-with y-y-you"

AAAAHHH HE'S ADORABLE glory to God my i rest in peace. You just told him that you guys should just enjoy this day.

Meanwhile. The person why you had a date with lev and the person who replaced lev was surprisingly good at stalking you. You didn't even notice an ounce of their presence.

They were good it's terrifying.

"You know i still like lev for y/n"

"Haha watch your mouth"

Probably yaku just wanted to see how things go with your date with inouka he'd rather see you date inouka tbh.

"Think about the babies they can produce"

"Alright better grit your teeth"

Overall the date was great, you had fun, kuroo died survived eventually, yaku was satisfied.

In the end you didn't know that yaku and kuroo stalked you and yaku will never tell you.

To tanaka's despair you unfortunately had a second date with terushima.

It not like he doesn't want you to have a date with someone it's just that your date is someone who's in his *most wanted to kill*

Nishinoya who is a little heartbroken because you're on a date with somebody and not him. I'll date you omfg

And the two planned to watch over you in short stalk you during your date cuz they don't trust the guy.

Ennoshita who happened to hear their plan during practice break have decided to tag along.

Who knows what will happen if this two lost their cool.

Tanaka can't really ask you or tell you to cancel your date without any reasons besides "i just don't like the guy"

That ain't manly for him.

They really would take it up a notch mostly tanaka and nishinoya only tho. They'll buy disguises.

Like disguises wigs, new clothes, hats, shades ya name it.

Ennoshita will be just behind them looking stressed and worried.

Stressed because this combo literally already planning how to murder terushima

Worried that your date might get ruined if you caught them.

Which miraculously you didn't.

You really enjoyed the date and had fun, while the trio had finished their mission. Tanaka and nishinoya MOSTLY NISHINOYA would go home dejected.

"I'm home! Whoah what's up with you"

"Oh hey! How's your date?"

"Fun actually um what's up with him?"

"Oh you know.....stuffs."

Let me tell you this yes hinta will follow you with yamaguchi, why? Cause he wanted to see how things would go he's worried.

And he asked if yamaguchi could help him.

"I'm so sorry if sho-chan troubled you sugawara-san"

"Ah it's ok i don't mind, ah also you could just call me suga"

"Oh um ok s-suga"

"Ahhh to be honest *rubs the back of his neck* i actually uh also wanted a....second date but...i was.....too....shy"

Amen sister your soul has left your body.

You two were having a great time, while hinata and yamaguchi are trying their best to hide from you two.

Which they failed cause both you and suga already noticed them from the beginning.

"Are they still there?"

"Yep"

But chose to pretend not to. It'll just hurt hinata's ego and both of you know that so you two agreed to pretend.

You find it cute that hinata is worried about you and at the same time uncomfortable cause date is supposed to be two people enjoying their time.

NOT BEING FOLLOWED.

The date ended it was perfect you really enjoyed it.

"I had fun"

"Me too"

"I guess hinata and yamaguchi already went home huh?"

"Yeah they probably thought that if they don't go home before us they might get caught."

"It looks like it hahahaha"

Silence~

"So um i better get going i think sho-chan is waiting for"

"Ah wait y/n!"

Sugawara grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss.

"Goodnight, let's do this again next time just tell me when you're free ok"

This was the best date you could ever asked for. You probably should thank hinata for making this happen.

[xiaonesis]

Ghosts We See // Chapter 3

A Haikyuu!! Reverse Harem Series

Summary:

When a volleyball was spiked into your head, you did not expect it to be powerful enough to send you into another dimension completely.

As you look for a way to return home, the powers and politics of this new world are each intent on keeping you for themselves for their own gains, purposes, and motivations. Everyone wants something, and you are at the core of it.

The line between the world you know and the world you are discovering blurs, affecting not just you but the two worlds too.

As you hold on tight to the ends of the strings that keep everything together, your mind, body, and heart unravels at the seams as the two worlds begin falling apart.

This must be how Spider-Man felt in Homecoming as he tried to keep two halves of a breaking ship together.

All chapters can be found on AO3 (24 chapters as of this post; link on my pinned navigation) I recommend reading on AO3 as Tumblr messes with a lot of the text formats I use in many of the chapters.

Ghosts We See // Chapter 3: The Other World

"It’s so quiet..."

"Why can’t you hear me?"

 “Who is that?” A cool voice asked.

Bokuto glanced to his side, watching as his long-time companion and confidant glided up from the forests below to fly beside him. A pair of dark medium-sized wings were spread out behind him, black feathers lined with horizontal white wavy bars fluttering in the night wind. Similarly, a much larger and broader pair of silver-grey wings lined with dark streaks were spread on his own back where he had morphed them. Size-wise, his wings were larger and much more powerful but the wings of his companion allowed him greater control and mobility.

“Akaashi.” He acknowledged his ally and friend.

Gunmetal blue eyes glanced briefly down to the girl he carried in his arms as they flew through the sky, the unspoken curiosity clear in the air. Adjusting her in his arms, Bokuto slightly shifted her so that Akaashi could glimpse at her face from the new angle. His eyes widened slightly before flickering up to Bokuto who was keeping his gaze up ahead. 

“Is that…” The question trailed off in uncertainty.

Bokuto shook his head with a frown. “Don’t know. Don’t want to think about it.” 

Akaashi pursed his lips and merely nodded at his answer, having no intention to further question him although curiosity pulled at his mind. If you want someone dead or caught, send Bokuto but don’t ask him to do work that requires him to mull and think for too long. He hated that type of exertion. 

To the east, the beginnings of the new day were starting to peek over the distant horizon, a lone pillar of orange glow cutting the sky in half as it pushed against the heavy night. He had been flying for a few hours and seeing that Akaashi has appeared, it meant that they will arrive at his intended destination soon.

“I was going to ask how your scouting mission went but I can see it has proved fruitful somewhat.” The dark-haired male began in light conversation, doing a quick 360-degree spin in the air just to feel the wind further breezing on his skin. Where Bokuto preferred to fly quickly and straight to his destinations, Akaashi was the type that liked to dance with the wind if the situation allowed him to. 

A scoff came from the silver winged male beside him. “We’ll see. Don’t know anything right now.”

Akaashi shook his head, pushing a little further up in front of Bokuto and turning his head to look behind, so the other male could see his face. “Shall I fly up ahead and let them know of your arrival?” Even without the added weight of an additional passenger, Akaashi was more agile than his silver winged companion. Any distance that Bokuto flew, Akaashi could do in half the time at his full speed. He is one of the, if not fastest, flyers of his people. 

“Do what you want.” The silver-haired male grunted, shifting his arms once more. He wasn’t tired, but it was starting to get a bit annoying to have to keep his hold out for a prolonged amount of time, whilst the subject of his annoyance snored away in oblivious bliss.

The girl had not budged or even fluttered her eyes once since he put her to sleep. The magic of the Nox-Gloom Talon certainly lives up to its name. 

Akaashi smiled softly as he usually did, used to the rough mannerisms of his friend. They had lived through times of war and suffering together, survived countless battles and close-calls together, and honed their skills as deadly hunters through vigorous training that made him wish he wasn’t alive together. As different as they were, they understood one another best in this damned world.

“As you wish my liege.” He tipped his head in a make-shift bow, right arm crossing across his chest. A scowl crossed Bokuto’s face, which he did not miss. 

“I hate that.”

“I know.”

With that, Akaashi beat his wings in one powerful burst and he surged forward, arms and wings tucking in as he corkscrewed through the air at an incredible speed. He was gone in mere seconds, his figure disappearing amongst the clouds. 

 Bokuto had hoped to terrify the people of their enemies the night before, maybe taking out some of their soldiers while he was at it. The turmoil plaguing the world has barely changed in the last several centuries, since the time of his grandfather, and his fathers before him, and he has been restless. Everyone is. 

It has steadily gotten worse the last several years, and progressively deteriorated further in recent months.

But picking up this strange girl in the Blessed Forest-or what used to be the Blessed Forest, now it was just a dead and forbidding swath of land- has changed his plans and he was in all honesty irritated. His fingers twitched underneath her, craving for the curve of his dagger or the taut strings of his bow. 

No matter. He’ll just have the cat bastard go at it with him when he arrives. 

  For what seemed like the umpteenth time in the last twenty-four hours, you pried your eyes open blearily. 

Dear God, you feel like you slept for ages and your eyes are so drowsy. There is a heavyweight on your limbs and an equally burdensome haze on your mind.

Scrunching your eyes several times, you pushed at your lids with your palms, squeezing the residue of sleep out of them. It feels like you slept too much now instead of not enough.

What happened? 

You were hit by a volleyball and then you passed out. And then you woke up in the forest and then….and then….

You bolted straight up in bed, the events of before coming back to you in waves. The forest, the hoots, the owl- the owl!! - and scary Bokuto Koutarou!

Wait- bed??

 Frantically looking around, you find yourself on a large circular bed lined with soft animal fur. The structure of the room itself reminded you of a cave, the ceiling and walls curving up, down and to the sides in various dynamic formations that reminded you of the crests of ocean waves. It was sparsely decorated, with only a simple wooden table and chair in one corner. A stone bench carved out from the cave wall lined one side of the room, layers of animal fur and hide draped over it. What you assumed to be the door to the cave-room had a curtain of animal hide hung over it. A few lamps hung from the walls, spheres of light flickering and moving around inside them which made your eyes bulge, both curious and nervous to find out what they are. 

This is again, not your room or an infirmary. Where the hell are you? Why are you in a cave? And why did Bokuto attack you like that? Kuroo said he is a nice guy!

Shifting, you winced at the ache that spread across your body, particularly your back and neck. Your leg that was injured from your fall is wrapped in cloth bandage and a type of leaf was sealed onto the bump on your head with bandages. 

“Oh, you’re awake!”

“AHHHHHHH!!”

A voice suddenly speaking startled you, causing you to scream from the shock. There was the sound of things clattering and you whirled large, nervous eyes to the cave door where someone had their head down, an arm pressed across the top of their heads from under which - are those cat ears?? - poked out. Golden hair draped across their features, blocking your view of their face.

Hold up-...that hair...is that…

They lifted their head and you almost felt yourself losing consciousness again at the sight of that familiar face.

“Kenma?!!” 

 Why is Kenma here? Where is here ?! Why does he have- cat ears!! - on top of his head? Is he cosplaying with Bokuto too? Did you miss the memo on a uni-wide larping event?

Kenma looked at you, golden-eyes blinking rapidly in surprise before a large grin broke across his lips and you recoiled, repelled at the bizarre sight of a grinning Kenma in equally bizarre clothes. Just like Scary Bokuto, he wore clothes that reminded you of the medieval times or those worn by characters in a fantasy RPG game: a black vest over a short dark-red tunic with black pants that tightened midway on his calves, and ankle-high boots with black belt straps and aesthetics lining them. 

‘Kenma' ignored the scandalized look on your face, quickly approaching the bed with excited steps, the jug and plates on the tray he carried clattering unsteadily. The cat-like grin (that suited his features way too much) never left his face and you only shrunk further at the alien sight. 

The Kozume Kenma you knew hardly ever smiled! And even if he did, it was always a small, barely-there tug of his lips and quietly unassuming. The smile on this Kenma is just radiant with childish glee and you saw the orange-gold cat ears on the top of his head flick in glee. Aren’t those fake?!

“You know my name too!” The alien-like Kenma cried in joy, dropping the tray on the table carelessly before leaping onto the bed in one long jump, landing right before you. “Amazing!”

“ Holy sh-- !” You jumped back in surprise at his sudden proximity, bed bouncing up and down below the sudden weight of this Kenma jumping onto it.

“I can’t believe it! I heard that you knew Sir Bokuto’s full name too and almost no one knows his name and that you spoke of strange things like cosplay and larping and- what was it, band?- and bands and something called a t-shirt!” Alien Kenma spoke at a hundred miles per minute, eyes shining in glee and hands waving around in the air in sweeping arcs as if he couldn’t contain the excitement in his body and needed to expel it somehow. And Sir Bokuto?? 

He kept talking and talking, retelling you the things he had heard, repeating them again when he listed them all as if he did not want his little tale to end, and you just sat there, mouth gaping wide in disbelief at the super energetic Kenma before you.

And that shocked you more than the fact that there is an awfully realistic looking pair of fluffy orange ears on top of his head that reminded you of a ginger cat.

Alien Kenma finally noticed your silence and staring, as he stopped talking and waved a hand in front of you. “Miss? Are you alright?” He placed a hand on your forehead and that snapped you out of your stupor.

“E-Excuse m-me?” You croaked.

“Ah, you must be thirsty I bet! Here, I brought some warm milk for you, it’ll help soothe your throat!” He bounded off the bed like a child, going over to the table where he poured milk from a wooden jug into a cup, before plodding back to you in quick steps, milk sloshing around dangerously.

“Here!”

“I...u-um...t-thanks….” You reached for the offered cup with shaky hands and took a small sip. Then you downed the whole thing in one swift go, wishing it was vodka. You don’t usually drink but god you need one right now.

Alien Kenma sat back down on the bed beside you, gold eyes blinking happily and curiously at you as he watched you chug the milk. 

“How do you feel? You had some nasty bruises on your legs and back when Sir Bokuto brought you in. We’ve patched you up though and they should be gone in a few days.” 

“I...I feel fine. T-Thank you.” You mumbled out, and you saw his cat ears flick again.

‘It looks so soft-’ 

Catching your thoughts, you shook your head to whip them out of your mind and slapped your palms onto your cheeks, cup rolling onto the bed where Kenma picked it up as he kept now baffled eyes on you.

“Look, Kenma, what is going on? What’s up with the ears? Are you guys larping? Why are you smiling so much ?” Not that you did not think the smile looked wonderful on Kenma  and made him impossibly cute (the cat ears are undeniably adorable), but you just had about enough of this strange series of events, and Bokuto really did scare the hell out of you last night. You still have classes in the morning! 

 You were breathing hard as you shot out question after question, feeling a sense of hysterics bubbling deep within you, barely held in check. A small part of you was actually starting to tell you that everything so far is weird and that maybe you should start looking at things from a different perspective but the larger parts of you, the logical side, was still reigning things in, filling in the gaps and questions with reason. 

There must be an explanation for how Bokuto could keep his eyes open for so long, his realistically chilling acting (perhaps you should ask who his drama teacher is), how they did those nightmarish hoots and how he is able to remain so quiet with his movements. This place must be one of those themed love hotels in Shibuya, and you will not even attempt to question the tastes of those who have this fetish. Kenma’s ears are definitely animatronics, and they must have promised him a shit ton of games or something to convince him to play along and-

“What do you mean, miss?” His question broke you out of your spiraling train of thoughts, head tilting questioningly at you. “I’m always like this, and I don’t know what larping is. I’m excited to learn if you will teach me though!”

You blinked owlishly at him. “Right...Kenma, we have classes in the morning. Can we s-stop this and just go home?”

His brows furrowed and you watched in dismay as his ears flattened forward on his head. “I’m afraid I don’t know where your home is miss...but I am already home.” He quietly trailed off before brightening again, like a flipped switch. “I can show you around if you like!” 

A strained and awkward silence fell between you as you stared at Kenma like the way Bokuto stared at you. Unblinking and unmoving. The blindingly bright grin continued to remain on Kenma and you could feel your eyes water (you were unsure whether it is because of dry eyes from staring too long or from Kenma’s radiant grin).

“...this really isn’t funny…”

“I’m not trying to be funny, miss?”

Your head jerked in realization and you pursed your lips, fingers fidgeting above your outstretched lap. He keeps calling you ‘miss.’ “Kenma...what’s my name? Do you...k-know me?” 

His ears perked up again and his eyes shone even brighter as he spoke your full name, briefly quelling your dread and anxiety. But then-

“You’re The Herald! The Prophesied One! The Blessed One!” 

 “.......”

 Kenma’s wide eyes continued to blink excitedly at you, his cat ears perked up high and straight, hands clenched in front of him eagerly and your heart just dropped to your stomach. 

“T-The w-what?” Why...wouldn’t he drop the act already...

“The Herald! The Prophesi-!” 

You took a very deep gulp of air that cut him off and let it all out in one big puff as you fell forward, head dropping to your hands in frustration. “This really isn’t funny Kenma-”

“No, it isn’t. Why should it be?” 

Your head snapped up at the familiar voice and your body froze in - you’re not even sure how you should feel anymore - Confusion? Surprise? Anxiety? Frustration? 

When did everyone get together to plot one giant prank on you? 

Because there at the doorway stood Kuroo, tall and proud, and decked out in full garb of jet-black clothes comprised of leather and armor, accented with wine red embellishments and lines of gold. Metallic gauntlets of red and black leather ran up his arms, and leg guards of similar design ran over the top of his black leather boots. A majestic coat made of velvet red and lined with gold was slung across his shoulders, its sleeves and length lightly flowing behind him with each of his steps, equally depthless black lining the inner side of his coat.

A circular emblem not unlike Bokuto’s was clasped across his front, held in place by chains of gold; but instead of an owl, it depicted a fully bloomed red flower with rings of green within it that gradually thinned out towards the center.

“Ah, Master Kuroo!” Alien Kenma quickly stood up and bowed at the appearance of this majestic-looking Kuroo. 

You gawked at Kenma, dumbfounded. Master? A large burst of laughter threatened to spill out of your mouth and your shoulders trembled from holding it in. This is getting ridiculous. You really wanted to know how Kuroo and Bokuto convinced Kenma to do this.

Majestic Kuroo waved an arm coolly at Kenma, dismissing his bow. “At ease. You know I don’t appreciate that.” His voice was certainly Kuroo’s voice, with the same husky tones but something was different that you could not place. It was more...chilled? Impassive? 

And you wondered if all the roles they are playing are opposite switches of their original personalities?

“Yes, Maste-, I mean, yes milord. But I can’t help it. You deserve the utmost respect.” A strange glow of motivation shone in Kenma’s golden eyes, the cat-like shape of his irises fitting painfully with the cat ears on his head. 

“H-Hahahahaha!! O-Oh my gg-od- hahahahahaha !”

This was too much. You couldn’t take it anymore. Laughter rocketed through your body and you shook so hard that your already sore muscles ached. It actually hurts to laugh. But you couldn’t stop, body doubling over and your arms clutched at your stomach, chest heaving desperately as you almost wheezed at the lack of air entering your lungs. 

Alien Kenma gawked at you with eyes blown wide in horror while Majestic Kuroo barely changed in demeanor, molten eyes trained steadily on you. The usual snarky grin he would have or playful glimmering eyes were absent, and your laughter slowly died off as you began to sense something off and...awkward.

 “H-Haha...hah?”

 Like a fish out of water, Kenma’s mouth opened and closed multiple times and he looked like he was about to say something when Kuroo turned his body to fully face you, standing at the foot of your bed. Kenma zipped his mouth shut and his ears flattened down on his head.

“It seems you have the luxury to find amusement in this.” There were no upward lilts or downward tilts to Kuroo’s voice. It was straight, flat, detached; as if he was speaking to a wall or someone below him. It threw you for a loop that you knew showed clearly on your face. You had been expecting Kuroo, at least, to finally break character and guffaw at you, with you, make fun of your scared expressions and incredulous reactions. 

But no, he just tossed cold, dispassionate eyes on you, eyes narrowed in a gaze that made you both cold and feeling awfully empty, as if all the mirth was taken out of you alongside the embers that usually burned in his amber orbs.

The part of you that you have been keeping down, the part with the little voice that had briefly tried to tell you in small bouts of hysterics numerous time through this whole sequence of events, came rapping at your mind again, telling you again and again that they are all being weird and unlike themselves, that they did not look like they are larping. 

“Kenma, leave us.”

With a small bow, Kenma quickly shuffled out of the room and your eyes momentarily caught sight of the cat ears on his head go up in wisps of orange smoke before disappearing completely. You had no time to question or even reel from the sight because ‘Kuroo’ strode to your side in two long steps, gracefully sitting down on the bed by you with his legs crossed.

A tension that you had never felt before in the time you knew Kuroo Tetsurou locked into your body. Subconsciously, you began gnawing on the inside of your bottom lip. 

“Tell me, what are you?” The cool tones of his voice washed over you like biting ocean waves at night, drenching you in a heavy blanket of cold.

 His presence is heavy. 

 A domineering aura that naturally emanated from him grew and stretched to encase you under its massive ripple, and you just knew that he was not doing it intentionally. It was purely his natural state of presence.

Your mouth opened in an attempt to answer but nothing came out. You had not been even aware you had tried to answer. It was a reflexive move, like when someone called your name and you would turn to look without even thinking about it.

Long fingers began to drum evenly on his lap, and you were hyper-aware of his unmoving gaze on you. Your eyes pointedly avoided his, focusing on the sheets between you and him instead. A thin sheen of nervous sweat began to form on the back of your neck. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself again. What are you?” A steady finger pushed your chin up firmly but it wasn’t harsh. Your eyes locked with familiar amber eyes that are now wholly unfamiliar. 

“I...I-I don’t know you mean.” You bit your lip, continuing. “What do y-you mean, what am I?”

“Are you a doppelganger or a shapeshifter? Perhaps one of the fox-folk?” He spoke in cool, even tones, unaffected by your many questions. A far cry from your shaky, raspy ones. “I rather not have to kill you to find out.”

K-Kill you? He is joking right?

“I-I d-don’t understand. S-Shapeshifter?” The last part of your question came out in a small squeak that made you wither inside, bending under the pressure of his aura that feels as if a whole ocean is crashing down onto you, sinking you further into its depths endlessly. Bokuto terrified you the night before because of the unnatural atmosphere he ignited with his tenor but Kuroo is way worst.

 Kuroo looked at the girl, keeping his gaze locked on hers, searching for any signs of a lie. He found none; only a din of garbled questions and confusion flurried within. More than that, the scent of her skin and that of her wound which had not closed told him all that he needed to know, that she is indeed human. Bokuto’s nose might have failed him but where Bokuto had his eyes, Kuroo had his keen sense of smell. 

It seems Bokuto spoke the truth.

But how could it be? Were the reports false? It has been years, so why now?

Kuroo had many questions of his own, but they did not show on his own features, nary a hint on his brows or lips, unlike the girl sat before him, displaying her thoughts for the whole world to see. He dropped his finger from her chin, lacing his hands elegantly over his lap. 

“I want you to tell me your tale, from before you met Bokuto in the old Blessed Forest and up till now. Your story as you saw it, as you experienced it; your thoughts as they unfurled, even now. Everything.”  

Her brows furrowed in confusion at the mention of the Blessed Forest but she began her story regardless, recounting to him that she was at university and watching a volleyball match (whatever that is), how she last remembered the ball colliding into her head before she woke up in the forest. He quietly listened as she recalled the horrific hoots (typical of Bokuto to mess with his victims, as usual), her thoughts on their clothes, briefly freaking out as she spoke about Kenma’s ears and personality, Bokuto’s unfriendly demeanor and how she thinks that he, Bokuto and Kenma are all playing one elaborate joke on her. Still are.

 Kuroo knew many things, and it is this vast knowledge that he possesses that allows him to split and dissect everything into individual parts, to recognize that there are many strange and bizarre things in the world that he both knows and do not know. It is his knowledge and intellect that lets him see things unobstructed, clear of any biases, assumptions, and pre-established logic and reason.

The deduction that he had already begun to form from when he first heard Bokuto tell his version of events was further solidified with her story. It is only because it is he himself that this deduction could be formed. No one else would have entertained the thought. It is too far-flung, too outlandish, even for denizens like them. 

She fidgeted under his stare once she finished telling her story, waiting for him to say something. Perhaps to tell her that it was indeed all a big joke, that he and Bokuto had so much time on their hand to play games instead of defending their borders and finding ways to topple their enemies. 

In one smooth motion, he stood up, looking over down at her over his shoulder. 

“Come with me.”

Nervousness, surprise, and anxiousness flitted across her eyes all at once but she stood up nonetheless on shaky legs. He made no move to help her but gave her time to find her bearings and steady her steps, waiting with boundless calm and patience by the door. 

 He led her through the stone corridors and tunnels that he has navigated for most of his turbulent life, the aid of the lamps with the moving lights that lined the halls unnecessary as he knew the lay of the tunnels in his heart, and would have found his way even in the dark. For her, she stumbled along behind him, sticking close enough to not lose him but remaining far enough as if afraid that he would turn on her suddenly. He could both sense and smell the waves of apprehension and trepidation from her.

Well, given her situation, if he was right, he did not blame her.

They continued on for a while, making various turns and taking several flights of steps and slopes, going up higher and higher. He sensed the presence of some of his people around the dim cavern halls and from beyond closed doors, but they slinked behind walls and into shadows when he neared, giving him the space that he preferred with their guest at this moment. Distinctly, he caught the scents of Lev and Yaku nearby but those too disappeared completely soon after, and Kuroo knew that they went outside instead. 

They hadn’t been walking long or particularly far, but their path had many steps and sloped hallways and the air is getting thinner, which would take time to get used to. He could hear her breaths coming out in quick puffs but she pushed on, keeping up with his long strides. He had to hand it to her, most regular humans would be too tired by now to keep moving; this told Kuroo that she was at least somewhat physically fit. 

Moments later, they reached the top of the last flight of stairs for their trek. A wide stone corridor stretched out before them, and his sensitive eyes briefly blinked to adjust to the light streaming in from the opening at the end of the tunnel. When they got to the end of the tunnel, his sharp ears picked up the soft gasp from the girl who stopped beside him now, having taken tentative steps to the front from behind him. 

“I thought it would be faster to show you.” He told her, arms crossing as he gazed out at the view before them. Pride and sentiment briefly welled up in his chest before it evened out once more, no trace of it ever being there. 

 You were high up on a mountainside, on a small rocky outcropping that emerged from the tunnel behind you and ended with a deep-diving cliff side. The mountain you came out from continued to tower up behind you, and though many more mountain peaks surrounded it in a half-circle formation, the mountain you were on is easily the tallest.

Countless cave holes opened up on the sides of all the peaks, some like yours where it ended as a simple vantage point and some having paths that continued on the mountainsides to other caves, an array of paths and stairs carved from the mountain surface. Figures walked on these mountainside trails, and there were no railings or ropes lining the paths, making it a one-way fall to death if you missed a step. The whole thing reminded you of a large and complex network of ant tunnels, but instead of underground, it was carved onto the side of the faces of the mountains, and the main colonies are the mountain peaks themselves. Long, swinging wooden bridges crisscrossed at various heights between the peaks, joining them all together in one massively intricate system.

Lush, green vegetation grew abundantly across the peaks, and you could even see small streams, ponds and bubbling springs scattered across the areas below you. Pagoda-like structures rose and towered from numerous points on the mountain, some lower down and some higher up than others, pushing through the greens and branches that grew copiously around them to rise even higher. Rocks, stones, iron, wood, steel, and even glass were all thrown together to build these pagodas, resulting in a mash of materials that came together to create a one-of-a-kind style of design you have never seen before. Smoke billowed from the roofs and windows of these pagodas, a sign that there was life within.

But the last piece of the view was the sprawling city that tumbled down from the sides of the mountains towards the large valley in the center before you. A jumble of iron sheets, wooden walls, stone roofs, glass windows, paths of limestones, and metal doors; it was a cacophony of materials, with no pattern or system, all thrown and blended together to create a slummy city that brimmed with life and noise, white smoke billowing out from chimneys throughout the city. The city was most concentrated towards the center, gradually climbing up on a meshwork of hills and slopes towards the mountains before tapering off a quarter way up the mountainsides. The din and racket of the city echoed far below, clashing with the stillness and quiet of the mountain network of pagodas and cavern tunnels.

 You barely held in a choke as you felt your lips and cheeks tremble in disbelief. “T-This is…” You heard your own heart thundering in your chest, jumping at the sight before you, unable to believe it even if your eyes continued to show your mind what it sees. You felt both sick and astounded at the staggering view. 

“I believe you are not in your own world anymore.” The words of the Kuroo you did not know echoed within you, bringing with it a new wave of nausea that threatened to make you hurl, despite the beautiful sight. Your eyes tore away from the city to look up at who you are quickly realizing to be a different Kuroo from the one you knew. You feel the blood drain from your face.

“This is the Nekoma Dominion.” He glanced at you with molten eyes, taking in your paling face. 

 “And I am its ruler.”

  “Are you calm now?” 

Kuroo watched as you placed down your fifth cup of a herbal milk tea that the Kenma of this world brewed for you. 

“It’s warm milk steeped in lavender, chamomile, and three other types of relaxing herbs and roots.” He had said. 

Whatever it was, it certainly helped in calming your frayed nerves and short-circuiting brain. You are ashamed to admit that you might have had a little mental breakdown at Kuroo’s revelation that you are no longer in your own reality.

  “This is the Nekoma Dominion. And I am its ruler.”

“....is this China?”

 You grimaced, the embarrassment scalding your face and neck once more when you recalled the exchange that happened barely an hour ago and the lone brow Kuroo quirked at you, clearly having no idea what or where China is. After that, you pretty much lost all sense of leg-hand coordination (your dance instructor would have shamed you) and broke out in at least five separate bouts of sudden tears, laughter, and loss of breath. 

Obviously not wanting to babysit you through your breakdown, Kuroo had Kenma plop you down in a room at one of the pagodas with orders to bring you back down to sanity and to call him when you are somewhat sane.

Hah, sane. You’re in a different fucking world. ‘You try surviving a night out on the streets of Shinjuku, Majestic Kuroo!’ 

But you bit back any snarky comments you might have had, nodding as steadily as you can instead at the tall male that sat cross-legged before you. You wanted to figure out your situation as much as the Kuroo of this world seemed intent on solving the mystery of why you are there and how. 

 The room had bamboo sheets laid over wooden floor panels, and red cushions were placed around a low center table where you and Kuroo sat across each other, Kenma beside you. Behind Kuroo, a large octagonal window was left wide open, hatches threw out to the sides, to let the mountain breeze in. Jasmine scented incense burned in a copper incense holder by the window.

Kenma filled your empty cup with that wonderful milk tea once more. A whole jugful of that holy drink sat by his side on the floor. Why not leave it on the table so you can reach for it whenever you want?

As if reading your thoughts, Kenma beamed at you sheepishly. “Drinking too much of this would adversely affect you instead. It can be as potent as a sleeping draught at the right concentration. You probably shouldn’t drink anymore after that cup.”

“O-Oh...that makes sense.” It is working marvelously on you. You felt so relaxed like you were laying on the clouds. What were you even freaking out for anyways? This isn’t too bad.

With Kenma beside you, you didn’t feel as nervous around Kuroo like you initially did. The relaxing milk tea probably also had a hand in it as well but Kuroo’s aura was not as heavy as it was earlier today. His presence was still quite dominating but it didn’t suffocate you at least.

“From what you have told me, you were brought to this world when a ball knocked you unconscious.” Kuroo began. You nodded in affirmation and he continued. “So I would deduce that the trigger has something to do with losing your consciousness, at the least. But when Bokuto pricked you with the Talon, effectively putting you to sleep- in essence, losing consciousness- you are still here.” He paused for barely a second. “That would mean you are either stuck here permanently, or the method of losing consciousness is key.”

You blinked at Kuroo, mouth slightly agape. Besides the being stuck here permanently part, everything he said made sense in theory. Wow, he is smart! Was the Kuroo of your world just as smart? He said some weird things that made no sense sometimes…

“Y-Yea...that makes sense.” You added lamely, mentally berating yourself for not having anything better to contribute. All things considered, you were just a regular university student and these look-alikes of your friends were obviously not ordinary. 

The cat ears on Kenma’s head, for one. You noted with a side glance that it is back and resisted asking for permission to touch it. Then there were a few other- people? Nekoma citizens? Cat-folk?- that you had come across on your way to this room, and each one of them was dressed as if they had come from a high-fantasy cosplay event and had various animal features on them. It only served to exacerbate your mental breakdown but you’re getting used to the sight. Accepting is just easier than trying to find an answer right now. 

Kuroo did not have any cute animal parts growing out of him, and you could not help the small pinch of disappointment at the thought. It would have been fun to get a photo to show the Kuroo you know...if Majestic Kuroo allowed you a photo anyways, which was another problem entirely. Maybe Energetic Kenma would let you take a photo, which would be a treat for the Kenma that is actually your friend.

...trying to sort out everyone in your head like this is surprisingly difficult.

  “Milord is the wisest feline in the land! If there is anyone who can help you find a way home, it’ll be him!” Kenma gushed from beside you and your heart just could not handle the adorable way his ears flicked about. If only your Kenma was as bright, you might have been his bestie and not Kuroo.

“I hope so too.” You smiled at him, and then timidly smiled at the Kuroo before you. His face remained inexpressive. Ouch, he’s a tough one...you preferred snarky Kuroo. 

“You said that there are people who look like us and have the same names in your world? And that is how you knew our names?” Kuroo pushed the discussion onward, coolly going over yours and Kenma’s side conversations. 

“What am I like in your world?! What is Master Kuroo like?! And Sir Bokuto?!” Kenma burst in before you could say anything and Kuroo shot him a warning glare, causing him to flinch and the ears on his head to wither up in orange smoke once more, disappearing. 

“Y-Yes…” You lightly waved the smoke circling towards you away, noting that they were odorless but potentially distracting with its bright colors. “You’re all very different though, from what I can tell…”

Kenma fidgeted restlessly beside you, eyes shooting back and forth between you and Kuroo. The stoic male closed his eyes as if annoyed. “You can answer his prior questions.”

The cat ears immediately returned in a flurry of orange wisps that gathered from thin air and transformed into ears. So they are present when he is happy and vice versa? 

 “You’re a snarky person, and always saying things to provoke people on purpose, so you anger a lot of people sometimes. But I think you’re- sorry, the you in my world- is a nice person overall, and I quite admire yo- him.”

 “My friend Kenma is...completely opposite to you. He’s very quiet, and doesn’t like socializing.” Orange ears flattened in disappointment at your description. “B-But he’s super smart, and I always ask him for help when I don’t understand something.” That seemed to cheer him up again.

 “Bokuto is...well, I don’t know him very well but I know he is very loud and has a lot of friends.”

 “That doesn’t sound like the irritating owl at all,” Kuroo muttered lowly to himself and for an instant, you thought you saw the Kuroo Tetsurou of your world before you. Unconsciously, you smiled. 

“One person might have been a fluke, but three is no coincidence so I would theorize that there are alternates of everyone from your reality here in Hyquile.” He continued with his eyes trained elsewhere, not noticing your wistful gaze.

“Hyquile is the entire collective realm, all the known continents included,” Kenma whispered to you, curiously watching as you jerked back to attention.

“Does that mean there is one of me here too?” You inadvertently asked, not noticing the tension that fell over the room from your question. “You said something about me being The Herald? The Blessed One?” This time your question went to Kenma. Kuroo did not reply immediately and Kenma remained silent. 

The black-haired male began slowly, deliberately choosing his words, “I would assume that there is a version of you in Hyquile somewhere.” Then he scowled at Kenma, which makes it the first time you saw this Kuroo express anything besides nothing on his face. “What Kenma spoke of are mere ramblings from an old tale, a prophecy. Because you knew Bokuto’s true name, he made a grave assumption and jumped ahead of himself. Ignore it.” 

“Y-Yea, I guess I was too excited since not many know Sir Bokuto’s full name, and you knew mine too. I just assumed.” He said, waving his hands nervously.

“Oh.” You did not fully believe what they said, but you supposed it does not matter. As curious as you were about what your alternate self would be like (and what this prophecy is, you’re always up for a good story), there is something else that is more important. Something like- 

“So do you have any idea why I am here and how I can go back?” Now, this is your first and foremost concern.

The answer came immediately. “No.”

Your hands shot out for the cup of relaxing milk tea and you took a long drink. Stay calm, calm, calm. It was no use, your hands visibly trembled around the cup and it did not escape the notice of the other two.

“Be glad that you ended up here.” Kuroo crossed his arms across his broad chest, head tilting at you. “I will personally look into this occurrence as I have a great interest in the reason and method. It has never happened before in the history of Hyquile as far as I know, and my curiosity must be sated. In the meantime, you will stay here.” 

“That’s great news!” Kenma grabbed your upper arm excitedly eyes gleaming in the same way the other Kenma would when he bought a new game. “Master Kuroo will find a solution in no time, and I can show you around Mt.Nekomata and Moggie Boroughs while you are here! Oh, we should go to Cat Alley!”

Swept up by the energetic male next to you, you could not help but laugh, the worry that had been gnawing at you subsiding. Even if they are not the Kuroo and Kenma you knew, they had treated you well so far (unlike Bokuto…) and for an inexplicable reason, you found yourself easily trusting them. The Kuroo and Kenma of your world are your friends, and despite their differences, you could see faint traces of similarities between them.

And this Kenma was so adorable, you could not help yourself from trusting him, believing him when he said Kuroo will find a way for you to go back home. When you got home, you will be back with the reserved gamer Kenma so you should take advantage of this as much as you can. 

 “Kenma, I leave you in charge of watching over her,” Kuroo instructed. He was about to stand to leave when strong winds surged into the room, knocking over the incense holder and your cup. The wind whipped through your hair and you cried in surprise. The sound of beating wings reached your ears over the gushing of the wind. 

The figure of Bokuto Koutarou appeared at the open window, where he now lounged across the window sill as if he did not just make a mess of the room with his entrance, wings folded away behind him. Having seen the cat features of the denizens in this mountain, you should not have been shocked by the wings but you still were.

“Bokuto, I told you before to use the door,” Kuroo said to the man impassively, but there was a subtle hint of disapproval in his voice.

Scary Bokuto (as you have now termed him) smirked, shrugging carelessly. “My apologies.” There was not a shred of remorse in that, even you could tell. “But the windows are so much faster for me.”

“I would appreciate it if you did not make a mess whilst you are here.” Kuroo’s eyes briefly flickered to the strewn incense ashes on the floor.

“I’ll have Akaashi clean it up later.”

“I-I will clean it up Sir Bokuto! No need to trouble Sir Akaashi!” Kenma spoke up from beside you.

“Hey, Kenma. Thanks. It’s been a while.” Bokuto nodded at the golden-haired boy before his eyes slid over to you.

You froze. 

 It was Bokuto who brought you here, you reminded yourself. When you were recovering from your meltdown, Kenma had told you that Kuroo and Bokuto are allies. So it stands to reason that you are safe now. But you could not help the tremble in your bones when his eyes landed on you, and you were reminded of his terrifying visage in the forest. Your fists clenched nervously in your lap. 

As if knowing the effect he had on you, Bokuto leered at you, golden eyes narrowing with a glint. The owl emblem clasped on the front of his clothes shone in the sunlight.

A velvet red coat suddenly blocked your view of Bokuto, and you looked up at Kuroo’s tall figure as he towered over the sitting male, cutting off his line of sight of you. 

“She will be staying here as a guest of Nekoma Dominion as of today. So I will appreciate it if you did not trouble my guests.” Kuroo’s voice was cool and even as always, and though you could not see his face, you imagined it was as equally detached. In your heart, you thanked him for what he did, even if he was only doing it because you were a guest in his domain. 

You are still far from being comfortable around Bokuto. 

“Don’t get hissy. I am the one who brought her to you.”

“And I thank you for that. It was a wise move on your part.”

“Care to fill me in over a duel? Consider it my reward.”

“Very well. Let us meet at sundown at the usual place.”

With that, Bokuto got up on his haunches and gave a mocking salute to Kuroo before falling backward and out the window, wings spreading wide before he spun in the air and took off.

 “Umm Kuroo-,” you briefly wondered if they even used the -san suffix here, but decided against it “-Thank you...for you know, just now.” You hoped he understood you were referring to Bokuto. An odd sense of shyness suddenly took over you as you spoke to this collected Kuroo. Maybe the effects of the milk tea is waning but then why are you not suffering under his overwhelming aura instead? 

“It is no matter. You are now my guest and deserve to be treated with proper respect. Bokuto is an ally and my brother-in-arms, but he frequently oversteps his boundaries.” He made for the door. “If you need anything, please speak to Kenma.”

“Yes sir!” Kenma bowed and you quickly called out a thank you after the back of Kuroo who had already left. 

You sucked in a breath, collapsing onto your back spreadeagle as you exhaled it all back out. Wow, you are tired now. Again.

The adrenaline and tension from the absurdity of the day finally left you with the long shadows of Kuroo’s figure and the gusts of Bokuto’s wings. Kenma smiled as he peered down at you.

“Shall I show you to your room so you can get some rest? I can show you around after that.”

“Yeah. Yea, that would be great Kenma.” You sat up, sincerely smiling up at him. “Thank you.” 

Energetic Kenma does not know it but you are immensely grateful for his presence. He helped keep you grounded with his friendliness and familiar face.

He left you in one of the empty guest rooms within the mountain. You had asked him where he and Kuroo were staying, and the both of them had rooms within the main mountain itself, although Kuroo moved between his mountain room and his private pagoda at irregular intervals. You told Kenma that you preferred a room not too far from them, as their familiarity made you feel safe, and you never know when a Wild Bokuto might appear (you kept this info to yourself).

 The new room was similar to the one you woke up in, but it was larger and just a bit more lavishly decorated. You flopped onto the bed, hoping to get some sleep before Kenma returned to pick you up in a few hours to show you around.

The entirety of your physical body and your mind are absolutely exhausted and strained with all the astounding developments since that volleyball spiked you. And yet, rest evaded you once more, for entirely different reasons.

This time, instead of falling asleep and waking up unrested, you failed to even sleep as thoughts kept whirling in your head. The endless revolving of your mind kept you awake and you laid there blankly on the bed, eyes staring listlessly at the stone cavern ceiling.

Your chest felt empty but there is a crushing weight on your heart that would not leave you. And it distressed you greatly. Before you realized it, tears began to silently track down the sides of your face and it wasn’t long before you turned onto your sides, cocooning into yourself as you tried to make your form as small as possible in this cavernous room that was choking you with its hollowness. You crushed your palms harshly into your face, sobbing and gasping into them as you tried to muffle the sounds of your crying. It echoed through the empty room regardless, as if mocking you and the situation you have been thrown into.

Even if they shared the same face and the same names, they were not the same people. You were in a strange world for reasons beyond your understanding with no known way on how to get home. There was nothing you could do to connect with your family, with Tsum-Tsum and ‘Samu, with Oikawa or Iwaizumi, with your Kuroo and Kenma because you were in a whole fucking separate dimension from them, and you had never felt so scared in your life. More scared than when Bokuto jumped you in the forest or when Kuroo threatened you with your life.

All the tension, all the stress, fear, and nerves, the apprehension and bafflement that has been building up since you woke up in the forest caught up to you as you were finally left alone in an unfamiliar room, with no deceiving look-alikes by your side to keep you grounded, or to tamp down the swell of your emotions with overwhelming dread, or their smothering auras.

 You felt so stranded.

 "Why is my voice not reaching you?"

 Hyquile: The entire realm of the alternate dimension. It primarily refers to all the known continents and their individual kingdoms and territories. There are still many unexplored lands and continents in Hyquile, so it is always a hot topic of debate between scholars if other undiscovered territories would accept calling the world Hyquile.

Nekoma Dominion: Realm under the rule and protection of alternate Kuroo Tetsurou. Consists of Nekomata Mountain and Moggie Boroughs. Its people generally have cat-like features that they can shift of their own free will; some, particularly the younger generations, have trouble controlling their shapeshifting. Those of the Dominion are capable of fully shifting into one type of feline each that is revealed when they fully shift for the first time. They have a strong affinity for earth magic.

Nekomata Mountain (Mt. Nekomata): A range of mountain peaks in a half-circle formation, with a large valley in the middle where the slum city Moggie Boroughs is built upon. Many pagodas built for various purposes (mainly housing) can be found across the mountain peaks. A high mountain pass behind it leads to Owl Vale.

Moggie Boroughs: Slum-like city built in the valley at the base of Mt.Nekomata. Used to be named Grimalkin Pass. When the current leader Kuroo Tetsurou took over, he renamed it to Moggie Boroughs because he believes everyone is equal, regardless if they are a tabby cat or a lion, as they are all together in the war against those who look down on them as lowland dwellers. The whole city is basically founded on an expanse of hilly areas that gradually goes higher and steeper until it stops partway up Mt.Nekomata. From afar, you can see a clear gradation of jumbled colors (the result of the various materials used to build the city structures) and density from the city center to the mountain base.

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[arigatouiris]

the ghosthunter of nekoma // kenma kozume — 01

Author’s Note: A long break of absence, but fret not! This is a short series inspired by Noragami ofc, and because Kenma is a sweetie. Let me know what you think of this! The chapters aren’t going to too long thank goodness lmao. Also, I’m on Quotev! I post a lot more of my fics on there, so if any of you want the link, hmu! Let me know what you think! :”)

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Ghosthunter! Kenma Kozume x Hanyou! Reader

Summary: Ever since you were born, things weren't going your way. Being able to jump in and out of your body as a spirit might have sounded cool in theory, but in reality, you were just target practice for other spirits to take advantage of. Just when you thought you could get accustomed to living a regular life, meeting the ghosthunter of Nekoma turned your life around to a complete 360.

Warnings: unrequited love, slow burn, one-sided crush, slight angst, pining, crackhead reader, ghosts, supernatural stuff, alternate universe, haikyuu manga spoilers, fluff

c h a p t e r - o n e this is not a meet cute.

There were over nine million people in Tokyo. However, only a handful of them was unfortunate enough to be called hanyou.

You were one of those unfortunate souls.

The night was pitch-black and moonless on the day you were born. There was no heavy gust of wind, there was no storm—the lights were out at your grandmother's home, you were apparently upside down inside your mother's uterus, a sign that things were not normal, and yet, the worst part of it all was how you were perceived after you were born.

Not a sound out of you; you were born asleep. Almost as if the world's chaos did nothing to wake your soul. You were sleeping so soundly, one could wonder what even caused the birth. Were you sleeping because you were content? Were you sleeping because you were aware of what the world was to offer you?

It was three years later did they realize why. It was because you could see spirits, and you could exit your own body as a spirit, whenever you pleased. While this new ability proved to be interesting indeed, the maiden from your mother's shrine convinced you that this power was evil. A human being was not to exit their body whenever they pleased, the spirit world was not to be accessed like that, it was not a welcome area and they definitely did not welcome tourists. While you believed they were marking your ability as something you had to fear, it only worked when they told you about ghosthunters.

Ghosthunters lived to exterminate the living world of ghosts. As simple as this job sounded, its similarities to exorcism scared you since you had the ability to become a ghost whenever you pleased. It wasn't that you could control this ability really well, only when you're allowed to use an ability could you learn to control it, however, the maiden from the shrine did assist in keeping this unfortunate ability of yours under wraps. Tying a sacred magatama around your wrist was one way, which you were specially allowed to wear despite being in school. So, whatever the fear was, as long as the magatama was around your wrist, you were just a regular human being.

You laughed and lived through your middle school years, avoiding the area of sports because you couldn't dare displace the beaded bracelet around your wrist. Despite it all, despite your unfortunate ability that you were forced not to ever use, you were happy—a teenager living the life of a teenager, away from any ghosthunter that might deem you a threat.

Apparently, hanyou were not particularly welcome by the ghosthunter race. They weren't a race per se, but the spiritual affinity that hanyou had despite being human beings was something that they considered impure, and anything impure needed to be severed. It wasn't that they were allowed to kill hanyou for just being hanyou, but they were indeed allowed to sever your ties with the spirit world; and because your grandmother, the Miko of the shrine your mother had belonged to before marriage, had never told you about what this severing would do to your psyche, you were cautious enough to listen to her about wearing the magatama around your wrist at all costs.

You were thankful that she did tell how of how vengeful spirits might take advantage of your hanyou self, and jump into your body when you were out and make use of this chance to wreak havoc. The thought of an external spirit inhabiting your body made you nauseous even as a child, so following a cautious lifestyle was rather stringent for you.

Everything was fine and dandy until your third day in Nekoma high school.

Your new friend, Katagiri Mimi, had a desperately pathetic crush on one of the volleyball players and had forced you along to the gym to watch them play. Despite having a strict rule to never go within ten yards of any sport, Mimi-chan was rather forceful that day since Morisuke-senpai was just amazing at everything he did. Perhaps, you were standing too close to where they were playing that you didn't realize a ball was approaching your head. Perhaps, your habit of playing with the beads around your wrist finally had the beads snapping exactly at the moment you needed them most.

Perhaps, it was fate that it happened the way it did; you could never tell.

    "(y/n)-chan!" Mimi screeched, but you could see her.

You stared at her as she looked down and screamed at what looked like your body. You let out a terrifying sigh at the sight of the broken magatama, before wondering what your grandmother would say at how easily your soul slipped out of your body right then. You tried to remember how you would jump back into your body as a child, but seeing your unconscious body right then gave you full access to how your hair actually looked like from another person's point of view. It was tempting to stay outside for just a few moments longer, but it was then a person's gaze burned so hard into your soul that you froze.

People weren't supposed to see you.

Yes, you remembered this fact quite clearly. Only spirits could see spirits. And since you were a spirit right then, that meant only spirits could see you.

You gulped. There was one other race that could see you in your spirit form.

You looked up toward the volleyball net and noticed two cat-like eyes glaring at your form, eyes wide and gaze sharp, boring into your skull. Your breath was stuck in your throat as this boy glared the daylight out of you, making you wonder what in the world was going on but the answer was screaming into your face as you watched how his gaze was unwavering. Yes, only spirits could see spirits, but...

...so could ghosthunters.

Taking a deep breath, you jumped on your body but failed to enter yourself again. Mimi was crying now, and the entire volleyball team had huddled around your unconscious form. You had no idea what to do, but this blond boy's gaze had petrified you to the spot. What the hell should I do!? You screamed within your own mind before thinking of the least rational yet the only idea your mind could come up with.

You turned to the possible ghosthunter and screamed, "What the hell should I do?!"

His eyes widened just a tad bit before he looked away, almost as if he no longer could see you. You knew he was just ignoring you, you knew he was doing this just to make sure your spirit self stayed out of your body so that when everyone was away, he could come to chop you into little ghost pieces and end your miserable life. You were shaking now, and you were certain that your lower lip was quivering.

    "Come on, ghosthunter-kun! I have no idea how to get back to my body!"

    "Take her to the infirmary." The ghosthunter said, lowly, before everyone agreed.

A tall pale-haired individual picked you up, but you were right there. The entire volleyball team seemed to disperse, as one first-year whose name you remembered began with an 'I' started to apologize profusely. Mimi's crying could be heard all over the corridor, and now you were alone with the ghosthunter.

    "You really can't hear me or—"

In one quick movement, you were pinned to the ground with something cold and sharp on your neck. As a spirit, you wouldn't feel things hit you but you could feel this boy touch you, pin you to the ground, and his weird looking tiny katana was pressing to your neck. You were scared it was drawing blood. Your eyes welled up with tears and he paused, just for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.

    "I should kill you before you change my mind."

    "W-What?" You were crying, just great, "What makes you think I can change your mind?! Y-You're practically pressing this baby katana to my neck!"

His eyebrow twitched with apparent annoyance, "It's a tanto."

    "O-Okay..." You cried, tears leaking out of your eyes.

He looked at you as you cried, your cries increasing with intensity with each passing second. He was actually a tad bit cute if you looked closer, his hair was a funny shade, but it suited him strangely. He was wearing the Nekoma practice jersey and even though he was sweaty, he looked like he could snap you in half like a twig, despite the tiny frame he adorned so well. While his features were screaming at you, your heart was palpitations, even though you were sure you had no heart. A moment later, he pulled the tanto away before releasing you. You cried harder now, before sitting back up.

    "You really have no idea how to get back to your body?"

You shook your head, "Are you really a ghosthunter?"

He chose to ignore you. "They'll think you're dead, you know. It was just a volleyball that hit your head. You should get back."

You stared at him in awe, "Aren't you supposed to kill me?"

He offered you a cheeky grin before saying, "I kill ghosts that threaten peace. The most you can threaten is a fly."

While you knew you had to feel offended by his remark, what you felt was absolute elation. You stood up right away, fighting the urge to hug this ghosthunter for sparing your life before you saw the tanto vanishing from his hands. You were confused as to what a ghosthunter was doing in the middle of Tokyo, especially in a school like Nekoma, but those questions were for later.

    "Do you have any idea what I can do?"

He shrugged before looking at you nonchalantly, "Nope. You're lucky I found you, if it was any other ghosthunter, things would have been different."

While you were indeed curious as to what 'different' meant, since your grandmother never had explicitly told you what the fate of hanyou were at the hands of ghosthunters, you knew you had to get back to your body. Mimi was quite practically terrified of volleyballs by now, and her crush on Morisuke-senpai would have been entirely eradicated from the blatant display of how weak your composition was. However, just as you walked away, you felt the ghosthunter clear his throat.

    "It's not safe for you," He said, "To be the way you are."

Your eyes widened at what he said before biting your lower lip, convincing yourself that speaking to your grandmother was your best bet before doing literally anything else. You walked toward the infirmary where your body was, and the entire volleyball team stood outside waiting to hear about your fate. While the school nurse did confusedly tell them you were breathing fine and were simply unconscious and even she couldn't understand why you weren't waking up.

You held your own hand before shutting your eyes and feeling warm all of a sudden. A moment later, you woke up.

    "(y/n)-chan! Oh my god!"

Mimi crushed you with a hug, and everyone cheered. However, your heart was the one that felt a little bit broken. It's not safe for me? What does he mean? You stared at your now empty wrist before feeling for the first time that your grandmother had conveniently missed out on telling you something.

[ao3feed-daisuga]

Truth or Dare~Dirty Edition **GONE HORRIBLY WRONG**

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GhFj1L

by sakuraxblossom

"Oikawa, truth or dare?"

"Umm... dare."

"I dare you to..."

Oikawa blushes nervously as Sugawara whispers the dare into his ear.

Words: 360, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Hinata Shouyou, Hinata Natsu, Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), natsu walks in on kagehina making out lol, Swearing, 18+

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GhFj1L

[artemisia--hq]

Haikyuu!! Chapter 360: Lesson (2/2)

SPOILERS!!!

SPOILERS!!!

SPOILERS!!!

SPOILERS!!!

Part 1 is here.

Let's continue, shall we?

Yes, Asahi! Show 'em! That's his new' thing' now, making the ball suck through the gap between the blockers and the net. It's called a 'waterfall ball' I think (?)

But wait....

'Btch, you thought' <<<< Hirugami, probably

Damn, he basically limbo-rocked to get that.

It would be pretty scary if that actually happens.

GODDAMMIT! Hirugami is waaay too OP right now. That feint-dump-turned-into-one-hand-toss would be too fast to keep up irl. I mean, Hirugami had a lot to consider:

Kags is in the front so it's legal to do a dump

Kags can do a one-hand toss and set it either to Hinata or Tanaka (he'd done this before), but most likely he'll set it to Hinata

Where Hinata will 'popped out.' Behind Kags? His sides?

It was literally a split-second decision. And I think he just did a combination of read and guess block. He 'reads' that Kags will do a one-hand toss insteaf of a block, then just 'guessed' where Hinata will spike it. But damn, he's sharp as a knife. I think he's got to be the best blocker in the series so far.

Look at that salty blockers in a row tho. Kuroo looks so pissed. Tendou looks disgusted. Which is my mood at this point tbh.

But, what do we say to the god of (volleyball) death?

NOT TODAY! YAAAAAAAAS! DADCHI GOT OUR BACKS!!

Saeko-neesan is me.

HOLY CHEESEBALLS AND MACKERELS THIS CHAPTER WAS INSANE. I WAS LITERALLY HOLDING MY BREATH THE ENTIRE TIME.

Waiting for the next chapter is agony, I tell ya.

My reddit: u/keijjang

[stylinbreeze60]

You’re in for a long three years, Kunimi

[rubi-morgana]

Recent thoughs on Haikyuu Olympic!

I recently read something that made me think. English isnt my first langue so sorry if their are some errors. fell free to correct me.

I dont want that both Hinata and Kageyama attain national Team. I want to Hinata that he proves himself without kageyama. I Know lot of people dont like it but hear me out. Stop looking at kagehina, lets look us at hinatas perpective. Last time in High school he got paired up with Kageyama was also his curse, because Kageyama was the only one recongnized. We have 360 chapter of kagehina, it was a high school thing. .Kageyama played 2016 in Olympic without Hinata, has played 3 years in V Lague, next year he is moving overseas. Heck he even was invited in u-19.Kageyama got his story. He got lot of things.

Now its Hinatas time! He should also have a chance playing in olympic without Kageyama, making a name for himself. The freak quick isnt unique anymore Hinata has Setters to set the ball to him. Heck even if Hinata wins this match(we all know he will win) doesnt feel some hype. First Hinata was taking to Brazil to not meet Kageyama before, because of plot. Than the match was set up in a situation for Hinata where he have to win, he must (because he lost already 3 times), If he loses again its a wreck.. Heck we even pitiy him(He lost so many times now he must win). There is nothing interesting in this match because we knew the outcome. Why didnt furudate solve the Kagehina back in high school and gave us a match where we dont know who can win. What will be now the plottwist.