#hq iwaoi

[crystalchanxdxd]

The cool guys

[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

[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

[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

[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 😘

[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?

[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

[juleskawa]

Soft boyfriends <3

[munchcorner]

It was a hot summer night, and Oikawa had just finished all his duties as king. He sluggishly dragged his feet towards the secret door that led to his and Iwaizumi's haven. Oikawa was tired from doing politics all day, and his buttocks were sore from sitting in the throne room reading letters sent by his people and the other kingdoms. His hands were tired from the endless writing of responses, requests, and greetings sent to his subject, merchants, and the neighboring kingdoms. But what bothers Oikawa the most is the painful throbbing of his head. Using his brain all day used up all his energy, and the only thing he wants to do is go to sleep. But here he is, walking down the dark narrow stairway that led to his and Iwaizumi's hidden garden. Oikawa placed his hand on the knob, twisted it, and opened the door to their garden. The warm summer breeze hit Oikawa, and he found himself relaxing when the warm breeze brushed against his skin.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi agreed to meet in their garden after the sun had finally vanished and the stars started to decorate the sky. Today, however, Oikawa finished his duties a little earlier and decided to descend into their garden before their agreed meeting. The sky is still beautifully painted a mixture of yellow and orange and in the far corner of the garden where the assortment of blue, pink, red, light and dark purple hydrangeas, Iwaizumi was crouched down with gardening tools sitting beside him. Iwaizumi wasn't wearing his armor. Instead, he was wearing a plain loose black tunic with a dark brown belt embellished with Seijoh's symbolic turquoise castle hugging his waist. Oikawa admired Iwaizumi's broad shoulders, he could see Iwaizumi's back muscle-flexing through the thin fabric of Iwaizumi's tunic, and he loves it. The light coming from the setting sun was enough to make the sweat on Iwaizumi's tanned neck glisten, and it just made Oikawa wonder what Iwaizumi was doing to make him sweat.

Oikawa quietly moved his feet towards Iwaizumi. It seems that the latter was too pre-occupied with what he was doing that he didn't hear Oikawa walking towards him. Oikawa's lips curved into a smile as he suddenly draped his upper body on Iwaizumi, arms lazily hanging on the Earl's shoulder, making the latter stumble forward from the sudden weight on his back. Iwaizumi turned to his side when he felt Oikawa's chin rest on his left shoulder.

"What are you doing here, Trashykawa?" Iwaizumi asked, his hot breath brushing against Oikawa's face. Their faces were close but not close enough to have the tip of their nose touch.

"I was just wondering about what's keeping you busy," Oikawa answered and looked towards what Iwaizumi was working on. He could see a small mountain of dirt on the ground, but he couldn't see anything that would indicate what he planted. Oikawa pouted and squinted his eyes at the gathered dirt, trying to guess what Iwaizumi planted.

"Stop that and get off me, I'm covered in sweat," Iwaizumi said and moved his shoulders back to make Oikawa leave. Oikawa lifted his body off Iwaizumi and watched the latter stand up straight to stretch his sore limbs. Iwaizumi stretched his arms upwards before stretching his neck on each side and rotating his head, making a cracking sound.

"Argh, that feels nice," Iwaizumi said with relief as he stretches his shoulder by moving them back with his half folded arms pushing back. Oikawa loved the scene in front of him, Iwaizumi stretching with the sunset illuminating him. Iwaizumi just looked hot.

"What are you staring at?" Iwaizumi asked with furrowed eyebrows. Oikawa folded his arms and cocked his head to the side, eyes looking at Iwaizumi from head to toe.

"I must say, Iwa-chan, I love how hot you look right now," Oikawa shamelessly admitted with a cocky smirk on his face. Iwaizmu felt his cheeks heat up at the sudden honesty and praise that left Oikawa's lips. Iwaizumi gulped and turned to take the gardening tools that lay on the dirt.

"Shut your mouth if you don't have anything decent to say," Iwaizumi sternly said as he focuses on the tools, praying that the heat on his cheeks would subside.

Oikawa pouted and crossed his arms together, "Iwa-chan, I just finished my duties, and you're ignoring me," He whined. Iwaizumi sighed and continued to ignore him. Oikawa groaned and ran his hands through his face before deciding to jump on Iwaizumi's back. Iwaizumi stumbled forward for the second time that evening, but this time, he had to place his hands on the ground to stop himself from being shoved to the soil. He could feel Oikawa's arms tightly wrapped around his neck, making him sigh.

"Get off, I can't stand," Iwaizumi said through gritted teeth, but Oikawa just laughed and whispered, "no,"

Oikawa's breath was hot against Iwaizumi's ear, he was supposed to get mad and irritated, but he just sighed and wrapped his fingers around Oikawa's thigh, hand tightly gripping Oikawa to support him. He pushed his upper body using the hand planted on the ground to support him from being shoved. Iwaizumi's back was already straight, and Oikawa was happily humming, arms still wrapped around Iwaizumi's neck. Iwaizumi gripped Oikawa's other thigh using his now free hand before standing up and walking to their spot.

"You're such a huge baby," Iwaizumi complained while walking to the tree they'd always stay under. The tree that witnesses the countless nights they would spend together just looking up at the sky while telling each other stories of what they did that day.

"Well, you spoil me," Oikawa answered. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Iwaizumi's sweaty neck, the Earl smelled of sun and dirt, but Oikawa didn't mind. As long as it's Iwaizumi, it's fine.

"Don't nuzzle into my neck, I'm sweaty, I probably stink," Iwaizumi scolded and raised his shoulder to make Oikawa move his face away, but it didn't work. Oikawa just nuzzled closer, making Iwaizumi groan at his stubbornness.

"What were you doing anyway? I remember you telling me you're busy with your knightly duties?" Oikawa asked, still nuzzled in the juncture of Iwaizumi's neck and shoulder. Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa's soft lips lightly brushing against the skin of his neck as he speaks, making Iwaizumi's irritation towards Oikawa's neediness slowly subside.

"You always complain that you're craving for strawberries around July, so I decided to plan some to make you shut up," Iwaizumi said, voice laced with faux irritation, but Oikawa knows that it's just Iwaizumi's way of hiding his embarrassment for doing something sweet.

"You could've just asked one of the merchants to bring me some," Oikawa said, this time, his face wasn't nuzzled into Iwaizumi's neck. Instead, his chin is rested on Iwaizumi's shoulder so he could see his boyfriend's face.

"You're never satisfied and always ask for more; might as well have them in the garden for you to eat whenever your needy ass is craving for some," Iwaizumi said and gave him a side glance. Oikawa chuckled and moved his head back. His forehead was now resting on Iwaizumi's shoulder to hide the blush on his heated face.

"Thank you, Iwa-chan," Oikawa whispered. He felt Iwaizumi's fingers dig deeper into his thighs for a split second before returning to the gentle and secure grip it had on him earlier.

"I'm just doing this to lessen the burden for everyone," Iwaizumi reasoned. Still, Oikawa knew it was for him, everything Iwaizumi does is always for him, and no matter how much Iwaizumi hides it and refuse to admit it, they both knew.

"So mean, Iwa-chan," Oikawa responded with the usual faux pain lacing his words. Iwaizumi chuckled at how silly they were being. Oikawa felt the light shake of Iwaizumi's shoulder as the chuckle escape his lips. Oikawa let his lips curve into an ample smile as he presses his ear against Iwaizumi's back.

"Hey, let go, we're here," Iwaizumi whispered and turned his head to Oikawa. The latter raised his head and unwrapped his arm around Iwaizumi's neck while Iwaizumi kneels to let Oikawa's feet touch the ground.

"Cuddles?" Oikawa whispered and spread his arms wide open for Iwaizumi to walk into. Oikawa waited for Iwaizumi to turn towards him and give him a hug he was asking for, but Iwaizumi scoffed and sat under the tree. Oikawa pouted when Iwaizumi pressed his back against the tree but grinned when the Earl opened his arms for Oikawa.

Oikawa quickly moved to sit between Iwaizumi's legs, back pressed against his boyfriend's broad chest. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around Oikawa's slim waist, chin resting on the latter's shoulder.

"You know I love you, right?" Iwaizumi asked in a whisper. Oikawa was taken aback and quickly moved his head towards Iwaizumi. The spiky-haired man had his eyes closed while his chin rested on his shoulder, and Oikawa softened. It was one of the rare times Iwaizumi would openly admit his love for Oikawa, and every time the moment comes, Oikawa couldn't help but feel his heart melt.

"I know, I love you, too," Oikawa whispered. Iwaizumi slowly opened his eyes and was met with dark brown ones staring lovingly at him. Iwaizumi smirked and moved his hand up from Oikawa's waist to touch his face. Iwaizumi's hand cupped Oikawa's slightly chubby cheeks, and the latter leaned into it. Iwaizumi moved his thumb to gently caress Oikawa's cheek making the latter smile and hum in response.

"I can kiss you, right?" Iwaizumi asked as his thumb move to slowly caress Oikawa's bottom lip. Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa's shoulder shake lightly as he chuckles.

"You're honestly asking me that when we've gone beyond that," Oikawa said, and Iwaizumi shrugged his shoulder.

"Your consent matters every time," Iwaizumi responded, making Oikawa stop laughing. Oikawa moved his hands to cover his face making Iwaizumi laugh. Oikawa could feel his chest wanting to burst from the love he's feeling for Iwaizumi.

"So, am I allowed to or not?" Iwaizumi asked after giving Oikawa a minute to collect himself. Oikawa slowly nodded without removing the hands that covered his face. Iwaizumi slowly moved his hands to Oikawa's wrists and gently pried them off of Oikawa's face.

Oikawa had always looked beautiful to Iwaizumi no matter what the circumstances are. It doesn't matter if he was crying, tears staining his cheeks and snot ungracefully falling from his nose, it doesn't matter if he just woke up with unruly hair with a trail of dried up saliva on his cheek, it doesn't matter if he was covered in blood and dirt from a victorious battle, Oikawa always looks gorgeous to him. To Iwaizumi, Oikawa is the greatest jewel of Seijoh, and he'd risk anything to keep Oikawa by his side.

"You're so breathtaking," Iwaizumi whispered against Oikawa's lips before moving forward to capture those rosy lips into a gentle kiss. Oikawa smiled and cupped Iwaizumi's cheek as he responds. The kiss was soft and gentle; there wasn't any rush because in that garden of theirs, under the witness of the stars and dazzling luminescence of the moon, all that mattered were their presence and love for each other.