#haikyuu manga

[leahrintarou]

Hi, I have a request for Tendou, if you don't mind?

I was thinking about a game where all the boys (karasuno, shiratorizawa, Nekoma, etc..) are just practicing together and well, there's a lot of hot guys there, and the reader is interested in Tendou, and he doesn't believe it, because, well, why would anyone be interested in him with that many hotshots around??

Sorry if it's too specific, but I just want Tendou to feel loved and wanted like he deserves ♡

⊹ ࣪ ˖ AGAINST ALL ODDS - satori tendou

synopsis: in which tendou's doubts for your reciprocated feelings are heightened when rival schools show up for a few practice matches. warnings: swearing, fluff, tendou doubts himself, friends to lovers, they're cutie patooties, small kisses, she/her pronouns, wc; 1.0k an: hellooo! tysm for requesting :] i really hope you enjoy <3 its not too specific at all. i appreciate u explaining everything! (i love tendou sm omg)

shiratorizawa’s gym was buzzing with energy. karasuno, nekoma, and fukurodani were visiting for a practice match, and the court was packed with some of the best players around. tendou didn’t mind the competition—he thrived on it—but the moment y/n stepped into the gym, his mood took a hit.

she had just finished class, her usual routine bringing her here to say hi to the team. but today, she wasn’t just saying hi to them—she was surrounded by a sea of attractive, athletic guys from other schools.

tendou kept up his usual act, grinning and throwing out playful remarks, but a dull weight settled in his chest. he had a crush on her—a big one—but what were the odds she’d be interested in him when guys like kuroo, bokuto, and kageyama were standing right there?

ushijima, never one for social cues, took it upon himself to introduce her.

“this is y/n. she visits often.”

bokuto lit up. “ohhh! she’s cute!”

yaku elbowed him. “dude, you can’t just say that out loud.”

“what? it’s a fact.”

y/n just laughed, shaking her head. “nice to meet you guys.”

her gaze drifted across the room until it landed on tendou. without hesitation, she walked up to him, arms outstretched.

“hey, satori.”

tendou barely had time to react before she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. he tensed for half a second, then relaxed, arms winding around her.

his brain short-circuited. was this normal? did she hug everyone like this?

when she pulled back, she smiled up at him. “you mind if i stay to watch?”

tendou smirked, slipping back into his usual teasing. “watch the game or the guys playing?”

she rolled her eyes. “to watch a guy play. singular person.”

his stomach flipped, but he quickly shut it down. no way she meant him. it had to be one of the other guys.

“ohhh, mysterious.” he wiggled his fingers dramatically. “should i be jealous?”

“maybe,” she said lightly.

he laughed it off, but something about her tone made his chest feel weird. she wasn’t looking at anyone else. just him.

as the matches started, tendou kept stealing glances at the bleachers where y/n sat. she was talking to yaku at first, then fukurodani’s manager, then lev. but every time he looked her way, her eyes were already on him.

sometimes, she smiled. sometimes, she looked amused, probably at something dumb he did. other times, her gaze held something softer, something that made his heart stutter.

but tendou was tendou, and he overthought everything.

coincidence, he told himself. 'she’s probably just watching the match. i mean, i’m on the court, obviously she’ll look sometimes.'

but the more it happened, the harder it was to ignore.

semi noticed first. during a quick break, he handed tendou a water bottle and smirked.

“y/n hasn’t taken her eyes off you since we started.”

tendou almost dropped the bottle. “huh?”

“she’s literally staring at you.”

tendou scoffed. “nah, she’s watching the game.”

“no, dumbass. you.”

tendou opened his mouth to argue, but semi grabbed his shoulders and physically turned him toward the bleachers.

y/n was still looking at him. the second their eyes met, she smiled.

his brain short-circuited again.

semi patted his back. “you’re hopeless.”

ushijima, ever direct, added, “y/n is interested in you. it’s obvious.”

tendou shook his head, taking a long drink of water. “nah. impossible.”

shirabu groaned. “holy shit, you’re an idiot.”

by the end of the night, shiratorizawa had won their match. as the teams wrapped up and started heading toward the train station, tendou walked alongside y/n at the very back of the group.

he draped an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close in a lazy side hug. “man, did you see that one block i got? beautiful, right?”

y/n hummed. “mmhm. very nice.”

“only nice? ouch. my feelings.”

“okay, very nice.”

he grinned. “that’s more like it.”

a comfortable silence settled between them as they walked. tendou kept his gaze ahead, but he felt y/n shift beside him.

then, he felt her eyes on him.

he didn’t turn his head, but he glanced to the side, meeting her gaze.

she was looking at him with that same warmth from earlier. the kind that made his stomach twist in ways he didn’t fully understand.

he smiled. “what’s up?”

y/n tilted her head slightly, a small smile playing at her lips.

“…nothing.”

but the way she looked at him said everything.

-------

the train station was bustling with movement, players splitting off in different directions as they caught their respective trains home. tendou and y/n walked side by side, his arm still draped loosely over her shoulders, the warmth of the moment lingering.

but as they reached the spot where they had to part ways, tendou sighed dramatically, letting his arm slip away.

"tragic," he muttered. "our journey ends here."

y/n snorted. "you're so dramatic."

semi, who was a few feet away, glanced over. "hurry up, y/n. i’m not waiting all night."

ushijima, standing next to tendou, was already talking about their next match, his voice calm and steady. tendou tried to focus, but then—

y/n leaned in, pressing a soft peck to his cheek.

his entire brain short-circuited.

“bye, satori,” she murmured, stepping back before he could process what just happened.

his mouth opened, then closed. his face felt hot. he blinked rapidly, trying to reboot his system.

before she could fully turn away, his body moved on instinct. he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head, pulling her into a brief but tight hug.

“b-bye, y/n,” he stammered.

she grinned against his chest, then pulled away, jogging over to semi without another word.

tendou stood frozen for a second, watching her go, his heart pounding. ushijima, unbothered as ever, continued talking.

“…tendou?”

“huh?” he snapped back to reality.

“are you listening?”

“yeah, yeah,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “just… processing.”

ushijima gave him a slow, assessing look. “…you should walk faster. you are moving very slowly.”

tendou groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he started walking again.

yeah. he was definitely gonna need some time to process this. afterall, the seemingly impossible, just became his reality.

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3

[osamiuya]

he’s the most dramatic ever

[volleyboyfriends]

[bullsfish]

Get back up again.

[agentanya]

We focus too much on brazil! Hinata's phone wallpaper of the five friends but if you zoom in a little bit to the side panel...

His phone cover literally says 'Milk' ! Like Kageyama's favourite drink!!

[tobitobios]

was it that serious

[rinjjuei]

See ya later! 😄✨

panel redraw art collab with @mathiyu-illustrates

[youwerethedefeated]

So I've been thinking a lot about the tally

I think it's safe to assume that these numbers cover only their 3 years of high school - Hinata says later on that he hasn't counted his beach volleyball games yet. Meaning, they got into roughly ~2200 competitions over the course of three years, though not all of them were volleyball games (they also compete in races, and other silly things like who can eat faster and etc.)

(It's a little unclear whether the tally only accounts for wins when they're competing against each other, though - I'll assume that's the case since it'd be kinda unfair otherwise lol)

BUT. Here comes the interesting part. This is their updated tally, as of 2022 (the All-Stars special match):

According to the Haikyuu wiki, the Black Jackals vs. Schweiden Adlers game happened in November 2018. The All-stars match happened in August 2022. That's about 45 months later - meaning, they got into another 1852 competitions in the span of almost four years.

But, but.... before, during high school, these morons saw each other almost every single day. They competed on almost EVERYTHING, and averaged a total of 2 competitions per day.

Now, though- they lived in different cities during Hinata's first year in the V.League, and after that Kageyama moved to Italy. As of 2022, Hinata is back in Brazil playing for Asas São Paulo. Meaning, for the better part of these last 4 years, these two weren't even in the same country.

And yet they kept the tally going, counting almost religiously. So that's 1852 competitions over 45 months - average of 1,37 competitions per day. Meaning, on average, Hinata and Kageyama must've talked to each other at least once a day, for four years, to update their tally.

TL;DR they probably talk to each other regularly and that makes me so happy. Even though they're not in the same team (or even the same country) they still keep thinking about each other every. single. day.

[strawberriesandglasses]

I HATE THIS SO MUCH I CANT DO THIS RN

[snoww-drop]

Idk about y'all but if these big ol' doe eyes would look at me, I'd cry

[kenjisatos]

MSBY BLACK JACKALS READ THIRST TWEETS ! (SAKUSA EDITION)

will probably make this a series. i just love this team so darn much *sigh*

[atsumu version]

this fic features…

haikyuu timeskip!spoilers, highly suggestive content (as the title entails), inappropriate language, sus atsumu 🤨, genre: crack, some of these are actual tweets i found lol.

Set the scene: the MSBY quartet shuffle into frame, they each take their seat in front of the iconic blue backdrop. You hear Hinata and Bokuto exchanging lively words, Atsumu fixing his hair so it swooshes the right way, and Sakusa removing his face mask and handing it to their team’s pr manager who accompanied them to this shoot.

“Is one of us gonna say it or are we all gonna say it together?” Hinata asks, looking at his teammates.

“I think we should all say it,” Atsumu replies, to which Sakusa nods in agreement.

Bokuto claps his hands together, getting excited. “Let’s do this!”

- cut scene -

“Hi, we’re the MSBY Black Jackals and we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets!” They say in unison.

Bokuto makes a jazz hands gesture, “Sakusa Kiyoomi edition~” he sings, as Hinata bounces in his chair and Atsumu slaps Sakusa’s back in an attempt to hype up the outside hitter.

Sakusa sighs and lets out a defeated chuckle, “Lord, help me…”

- cut scene -

The crew tosses Sakusa a phone, he catches it easily and takes a deep breath before reading.

“I need MSBY’s #15 to bend that flexible hand inside my bussy. Please and thank you.”

Sakusa quirks a confused brow, “What’s a bussy?”

Atsumu snickers. Hinata smiles, “Well, at least we know Omi-kun isn’t chronically online.”

Bokuto puts an arm around Sakusa’s chair, knowing better than to drape it around him or else he’d throw a cold glare his way. “I told you to get on Tiktok, Omi.”

Sakusa rolls his eyes, “I am not getting that dancing app, Bokuto.”

Bokuto’s lips funnel into a pout, “Then how are you gonna learn the language of the people?”

“What, like bussy?”

Atsumu childishly laughs again. “Haha…bussy…”

Sakusa tsks, “Are you gonna tell me what it is already or what?”

Hinata sighs and puts his hands together, “I am sorry to tell you this, Omi-kun, but it means—“

“Butt pussy!” Atsumu blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer. “Like a boy’s pussy, Omi-Omi. Get it?”

Sakusa’s expression is one that makes it look like he was in physical pain, which he might as well be in at the moment. He side eyes Bokuto, “That’s the so-called language of your people?”

“It’s funnier when Miya isn’t combusting.”

Sakusa sighs, “I’m not using that word, let alone using my flexible wrists for it.” He says before he passes the phone to Hinata, who reads the next tweet:

“Dear Sakusa Kiyoomi, *taps mic and clears throat* NO LUBE, NO PROTECTION, ALL NIGHT, ALL DAY, FROM THE KITCHEN FLOOR TO THE BATHROOM SINK, FROM THE DINING TABLE TO THE BEDROOM—“

Hinata lowers the phone and says, “That’s it. That’s the tweet.”

Atsumu wolf whistles and Bokuto hoots while shaking his head. Hinata is biting his thumb, trying NOT to burst out in laughter.

Sakusa blinks once, twice, before speaking up. “That’s…wow that sounds filthy.”

Atsumu barks with laughter, “Literally!”

Sakusa’s eyes widen in horror, “The bathroom?? Seriously? I get the other places, but really? The dirty bath—“

Bokuto intervenes, “Woah woah there Omi, you get the other places?”

Hinata snickers, “You hiding your freaky side from us, Omi-kun?”

Sakusa groans, dragging his hands over his face. “Please, let’s not discuss this on Youtube dot com”. He recovers and clears his throat, looking right at the camera, “Make wise choices, censored user.”

Hinata passes the phone to Atsumu. The blond setter chuckles before he even reads it out loud, Sakusa already feels the dread awaiting him.

“It’s the broad shoulders and tiny waist and the compression sleeves and the undershirt and the butt and that neck and those curls and his eyes,” Atsumu reads through breathless laughter.

He turns the phone around so that his teammates can see the screen, “And then, they attached a screenshot from a manga that simply transcribes ‘cock sucking noises’!” He wheezes, nearly dropping the phone.

Bokuto’s mouth hangs open but no noise comes out as he struggles to catch his breath, leaning his weight into Atsumu who is just as equally—if not more—cracked than he is. Hinata is busy hiding his face with his hands as he laughs, nearly folding himself up from how far he’s leaning down from his seat. Sakusa is watching his teammates loss their minds as he begins to question his life choices that led him to this moment.

Sakusa sighs, “There will be no cock sucking noises, but thank you for the compliment.”

Atsumu begins to recover, “Oh man…” he wipes a tear, “Omi-Omi, stand up and let ‘em see that slutty waist of yours.”

Sakusa shoots Atsumu a deadly look. Bokuto cheers to encourage Sakusa, while Hinata can’t help but glance at Sakusa’s waist.

“Allow me to correct myself; there will be no cock sucking noises nor will there be any showing offs of the slutty waist.”

Atsumu and Bokuto boo, Sakusa rolls his eyes at their reaction. Hinata winks at the camera, “But there will be some slutty waists in next week’s Calvin Klein feature that Sakusa did.”

Sakusa hums, “Yeah, so save those thoughts until then.”

Atsumu passes the phone back to Bokuto, who mumbles: “C’mon give me a good one…”

Bokuto clears his throat, “Sakusa Kiyoomi might be an outside hitter for MSBY, but i need him to be an INSIDE HITTER for this pus—“, he turns to the camera, “They cut themselves off there.”

Sakusa winces at those words. Hinata laughs, “I like the play on words.”

Sakusa adjusts his posture, “That would be very painful, no?”

Atsumu clarifies, “I think that’s what they want, Omi-Omi.”

Bokuto rubs his chin in thought, “Sakusa hits spikes pretty hard…I can’t imagine how hard he could go inside user-san’s—“

Sakusa waves his hand panickedly, “Please don’t finish that sentence.” He glances at their pr manager, who—by some unexplainable miracle—hasn’t said anything so far.

Sakusa clears his throat, “Unless the pay is higher, I will not be changing my position to your inside hitter, sorry. Actually, I lied; I am not sorry.”

The phone gets passed back to Sakusa, “Sakusa Kiyoomi has 47 moles and I intend to suck each and every one of them off his body.”

Hinata giggles mischievously, “Miya-san, did you write that?”

“I DID NOT WRITE THAT!”

Bokuto cackles, “How else did the user know the exact amount of moles on Sakusa’s body? You’re the one that’s always staring at each of us in the locker room.”

“WE DON’T EVEN KNOW IF THAT NUMBER IS ACCURATE!!”

Sakusa speaks up calmly, “It is accurate, actually.”

Atsumu goes pale at his words, “O-oh okay…but that doesn’t mean I wrote it!!!”

Sakusa disguises a laugh as a cough, “As much as I love to pick on Miya—“

“HEY!”

“—I’m still impressed that the Twitter user got that number right. Bravo.” He then applauds. Bokuto and Hinata follow. “Maybe I’ll let you do what you said since you got it right.”

Hinata elbows Sakusa suggestively, to which Sakusa repels away from his touch, “Okayyy, Omi. Get it, I guess. Need me to find the user’s number?”

“No.” Sakusa says immediately, but he’s concealing a smirk. He passes the phone to the winking orange-head.

Hinata begins to read: “For Sakusa Kiyoomi, I would bathe in 99.9% disinfectant, drink that shit, even inject myself with it—if it meant getting a shot at bagging that man.”

Sakusa rolls his eyes, already huffing. “Look, I don’t know who started the rumor that I’m a crazy germaphobe, but let me sit the record straight now: I am not that deranged; I just like things to be clean and tidy.”

Bokuto nods, crossing his arms, “Yeah, you tell ‘em, Omi!”

Atsumu shakes his head in disappointment, “Ya guys keep making Omi-Omi sound like some freak. Yeah, he wears a mask everywhere and carries hand sanitizer wherever he goes, but that’s just basic hygiene standards. Do better.”

Hinata points at the camera with his chin up, “Yeah, the only time Omi-kun is a freak is when it’s in the sheets.”

“SHOYO!”

“HINATA, HEYYY!”

Sakusa facepalms and sighs, “Give me my mask back; I’m leaving.”

“NO, OMI-KUN, WAAAAAIT . I’M SORRY—“

“This is supposed to be a thirst tweets video, and yet my teammates seem to be the thirstiest of all.” Sakusa says to no one in particular.

“Call it team-bonding. Meian would be proud.” Atsumu responds, imagining the look of approval on their captain’s face.

Sakusa tilts his head back, appearing to be praying to some god. He looks back at the camera, “But to that user, please don’t do that. That’s deadly.”

Bokuto clasps his hands together, “Awww, Omi cares~”

- cut scene -

Sakusa tosses the phone back to the crew, “And that’s all, thank god.”

Hinata grins, “Thanks for sending us your tweets and traumatizing our Omi-kun.”

Sakusa grimaces, “Ah yeah, it was a delight.” He says sarcastically.

Atsumu flashes the camera a charming smile, “Tune in for the upcoming videos of the rest of us reading your thirst tweets.”

Bokuto throws up finger guns to the camera, “Can’t wait to see what you guys have in store for us!”

“This was the MSBY Black Jackals, goodbye!”

kenjisatos

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

still thinking abt this

[bloopy-writes]

Rules for the Japanese National Team- written by Iwaizumi Hajime, Athletic Trainer

Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, and Bokuto are no longer allowed within 50 feet of the kitchen, if you want to eat, you can starve or beg someone else to make food for you.

Bokuto and Kuroo are no longer allowed to be left alone for more than 2 minutes at a time. Also pringles are banned you guys are athletes that shouldn’t be eating this junk anyways.

Whoever locks Oikawa and Ushijima in a closet together can pay for any damages caused

Kageyama is not allowed to play truth or dare-he’s too easily influenced

If you call Yaku short, I’m not helping you recover from the damages caused

Suna is not allowed to blackmail the coach to get out of extra practice it doesn’t end well for anyone

Aran is not allowed to room with Atsumu or Suns in the Olympic village because this poor man has suffered enough

I don’t care how good of an idea it seems, no one is allowed to listen to Houshimi after 2 am

Sakusa is banned from bleaching other peoples rooms no matter how bad they stink- still technically an invasion of privacy

Kuroo is not allowed to try and convince new recruits that they should give him money

Atsumu is not allowed to use his brother as a body double to get out of practice

Ushijima and Kageyama aren’t allowed to give interviews together without a third person present

Bokuto is not allowed to give interviews with other people

Hinata and Kageyama aren’t allowed to teach children because no one actually understands what they’re saying

If you get caught doing something stupid you are not allowed to call Officer Daichi Sawamura to bail you out that is still illegal and he doesn’t even work in Tokyo

Suna and Oikawa are to be kept away from each other at all costs

Atsumu and Oikawa can hang out with each other only if they stop arguing over who’s kageyamas favorite

No secret handshakes allowed

Glitter bombs are only allowed if glitter does not get on Iwaizumi

If anyone asks if Iwaizumi is a babysitter the answer is legally no

The first person to convince the administration that Iwaizumi deserves a raise will get free food for a month

Houshimi and Atsumu are two halves of a whole idiot and are not allowed to plan team bonding activities again

Kidnapping Oikawa does not count as a team bonding activity unless you murder him and bond over trying to hide the body

Iwaizumi Hajime loves his job no matter how much you all make him want to retire

[volleyboyfriends]

literally them.

[rivvszn]

honestly it is infinitely more funnier for me to imagine that nobody has ever perceived atsumu as cocky despite him trying so hard. like first meeting he gives people that hooded eye stare and makes a sassy comment but he forgets he's usually surrounded by great volleyball players so two seconds later he's staring at them from across the net all starry-eyed and vibrating with excitement. the people at his school regularly see him getting his ass beat by osamu and the only reason they let him do that hand gesture thing at matches is because he pouts for DAYS if he doesn't get his cool™ moment. he wants to be one of those senpais who command respect forcefully but kita asks him to be responsible and he gets so excited at seeing new faces anyway that he just pampers the fuck out of his juniors, gaining respect in a completely unintended way. he probably fails to bully kids on roblox because he's sensitive as fuck and complains to aran when anyone insults him. whenever he acts up suna threatens to post embarrassing pics of him. he's one-third of the idiot msby trio. he has somehow annoyed half the japan team and iwaizumi into adopting him. he's probably forced by osamu to dress as an onigiri mascot once a month to promote the restaurant. basically let miya atsumu be a himbo sunshine loved by everyone this man is a loser omfg.