#hq iwaoi

[ywaizvmi]

another day of missing my SEIJOH 4— THE TEAM THAT'S SERVING VISUALS & TALENT

— I just want to see them again :( I MISS MY BABIES SO MUCH

[crystalchanxdxd]

The cool guys

[mania-sama]

iwaoi, but's it's iwaizumi who had always wanted to leave japan. he found his every day life in miyagi stifling. he hated seeing the same classmates over and over again with their disagreeable opinions and close-minded worldviews, hated the way the people in his neighborhood all knew each other and their business, hated the way it rained and hated the way the sun rose every single day. he hated the very idea of staying in miyagi more than he had to.

he talked to oikawa about this regularly, ever since they could form thoughts that ventured outside of their little realm in japan. first, he told oikawa he'd move out of miyagi. he'd find an apartment in tokyo, or a job as a farmhand in hokkaido, or anywhere else that isn't miyagi and the life he's had to grow up in. then, as he got older, he went a step further.

china, he'd mumble oikawa during the first class of the day in middle school.

the phillippines, he'd shout at oikawa while peppering a volleyball.

somewhere further, he'd finally admitted to oikawa while walking home from a late-night home court game, his gaze trained on the ground with the most vulnerability he'd shown in years. like america. i've applied to a college in america.

oikawa had laughed at him on most times. iwaizumi knew oikawa liked life in miyagi; he got along with his classmates fine, girls liked him, he loved his family and their neighborhood, loved the sunrise and the rain. iwaizumi knew this because oikawa had always disagreed with him on those subjects.

but liking life wasn't enough when oikawa's goals were set further than what he would be constrained to at home. loving japan wasn't enough when japan didn't love him.

argentina, oikawa had whispered, miserable, to him for the first time near the end of their first year in high school. he'd seen kageyama around. he'd seen the way his serves had gotten better and better and better.

their planes left mere weeks from each other. oikawa first, to argentina, with tears in his eyes and a sharp call to not be stranger. iwaizumi left second, wishing his family a farewell with his heart full to finally leave.

iwaizumi had liked california enough. he was entertained, if not occasionally confused, by the manner of young adult americans. he had thought, originally, that he wouldn't miss japan. maybe he'd miss his family and the two friends he'd left, but nothing else. he thought the pang in his chest when his american roommate and newfound friends went out for a chicken wing restaurant and not onigiri, when they spoke exclusively english (sometimes spanish) and not japanese, when there were beds and air mattresses and not futons, that he was missing familiarity, is all. he only missed not feeling out of place.

oikawa had shared with him, over their many calls, his own struggles with homesickness. but, oikawa had told him over grainy Facetime, my team has done everything to make me feel at home. spanish isn't as hard as i thought it'd be! i'm going to make this work. even if i miss you and japan. i just... i need this. i need argentina.

both he and oikawa managed to make it home for christmas after only a few months into their respective journeys into the americas. they arrived at different times, though, so iwaizumi made the trip home from tokyo alone. he took two trains, then a taxi closer to his house. he saw the billboards in his own language. he watched people that looked like himself. they went to restraunts with onigiri. their seating would be chabudai and not high tables and booths. he saw familiar streets and familiar faces in his neighborhood.

he came to his house, where he knew exactly where the patch of grass his childhood cat was buried in the backyard. he could see phantoms of himself riding his bike up and down the road. he could see where he caught butterflies, where oikawa chased him with a handful of worms.

he came home, and his family was waiting for him. it all rushed over him, when he saw them again. all the anxiety of not being able to get to them fast if they got into an accident. constantly wondering what he'd be doing if he was in japan and not at uc-irvine. thinking about how much he preferred his home culture to the strangeness of the united states.

he met with oikawa next, who regaled him on his adventures in argentina as if they hadn't talked nearly everyday since their planes took them away from home.

i'm going to stay, oikawa told him during a late evening stroll after dinner, his eyes alight with happiness and success. i love it in argentina. it's everything i want and need.

iwaizumi was happy for him. but, iwaizumi knew he would not be content doing the same.

i'm coming back home after i get my bachelor's, he told oikawa after a second's pause, letting the coldness of the evening wash over him, watching the sun set in the way he'd spent hating his entire life. america is nice, but japan is where i'm meant to be.

he found that he didn't mind the rain when he was no longer seventeen and hating his classmates. he didn't mind staring out the window of the house he grew up in when he wasn't sixteen and desperate to leave. he'd been to the other side of the fence, and the grass simply wasn't any greener.

and he knew he'd be okay with that, eventually, even if a part of him wondered if he was giving up. even if that part of him wanted to riot and rage and scream at the idea of staying in the place he'd always told everyone he'd leave.

oikawa looked at him, then, with his eyes still bright but shining with a different kind of light. and that's perfectly fine, oikawa said to him, his voice low and earnest.

there was not a hint of condescension. nothing that said, you gave up. you are worth nothing. you will be nothing. oikawa meant it when he said that it was fine that leaving wasn't all iwaizumi had chalked it up to be. his tone said, in every way, nothing has changed. you will be just as good here as you would be anywhere else. you have not given up. there is nothing wrong with letting yourself be happy.

somehow, that was more reassuring than any of the faux comforts he'd been trying to console himself with.

[mushroomfroggy12]

Haikyuu (ship) head cannons:

-They're all gay.... Jk.. Maybe

-Yaku doesn't really mind short jokes but he will always give an exaggerated reaction whenever lev makes a short joke, he does this because it makes lev laugh

-kuroo has been unintentionally flirting with kenma since they were kids, so now when kuroo does it intentionally kenma doesn't realize

-iwaoi have been dating since they were kids, they never really defined their relationship but in elementary school they would always hold hands, and after a while they started kissing in middle school (only pecks) things got more serious during there first year if high school, until final in their second year iwaizumi couldn't take if any more and finally blew up randomly after practice one day Iwaizumi literally just randomly turned to oikawa while walking home and yelled "are we dating, dating like for real, like boyfriend boyfriend?"

-when tendou asked ushijima out the first time he said "wakatoshi do you want to be more than friend?" But ushijima thought he meant best friends so he said yes without understanding

[totally-cannon-haikyuu-quotes]

Incorrect Haikyuu-19 (Iwaoi)

Oikawa: [during middle school]

Oikawa: I'M HAVING A MID LIFE CRISIS

Iwaizumi: Shut it crappy-kawa you're fucking 15

Oikawa: I MIGHT DIE AT THIRTY

[mel0njoo]

New attempt at backgrounds 🤔

[fa11-a-a-away]

[juleskawa]

First Iwaois of the year!

[kai-likes-haikyuu]

🌟Haikyuu time skip thought 🌟

During his college years iwaizumi avoided coming home because it just didn't feel right to walk those street and see the same places and people without oikawa

[nerokchi]

im halfway out of gay people

[ywaizvmi]

NOBODY DOES IT LIKE IWAOI!!

PLEASE CAN I TALK TO SOMEONE I CAN SIMP IWA-CHAN WITH PLEASE?!! HE'S SO FINE AND I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. MY LOVE IS SO HANDSOME I WANNA CRY!! We can't talk about visuals without mentioning this FINE man.

[mania-sama]

writing an iwaoi fic because im miserable. please send me songs that perfectly fit the separation oikawa and iwaizumi have gone through until they meet once again, after six years of radio silence, at the olympics. and they both know that the love they'd never confessed never, ever went away, no matter how hard they tried to move on. and yet, they've built lives and have goals that can't possibly align.

aren't they just lovely?

[let-me-cry-in-peace-guys]

HEAR ME OUT

SatoSugu, DabiHawks, ItaFushi, IwaOi, Wolfstar, Jegulus. they all EMBODY the song "night shift" by Lucy Dacus.

no nothing you say can change my mind FIGHT ME

[sail-boat-ro]

kghn fic rec: “Hunting Season” by Eguko

This was the first kghn fic I ever read on ao3. It is sooooooo very dear to me, and it feels like a Disney movie. And not only is the kagehina written extremely well but there’s also an iwaoi story going on at the same time.

I honestly really admire writers who can write two love stories in the same fic. I would have NO CLUE how to balance that. So hats off to u guys 🥰🥰🎩🎩🎩.

Anywayyyyy pls go enjoy this fic 😘

[shitposts-abt-just-iwaoi]

Tried My Hand at Iwaoi Fanart

Going pretty good I'd say, I was scared Iwaizumi would turn out wonky but he actually looks pretty good!

on the other hand Oikawa's face actually turned out wonky so yeah I have to fix that 😭 But I got the hair down!! PS this is for a post canon au I'm planning where Oikawa and Iwaizumi end up losing contact somewhere through college, and then years later Oikawa is forced to come back to Japan (from Argentina) to recover from an injury. Its not totally canon compliant in that, while iwaizumi does go to America, he doesn't become a physical trainer, still working on his job lol.

[swiftiesforpeeta]

whatever u do DO NOT think about oikawa being iwaizumi’s dorothea