#iwaoi headcanons

[kings-highway]

okay time to be honest ive been OBSESSED with the headcanon that Iwa is Indian (specifically Punjabi but thats only because thats what I have the most experience with) BUT I have found myself compulsively pairing this headcanon with a similar headcanon which is that Oikawa comes from a very orthodox Catholic family and you'd think this would provide friction over their relationship but no. no ive given them both totally loving and accepting families

the drama is over the wedding planning.

first off, Iwa basically refuses to get engaged because the moment he does he knows whats coming down the line. his family is going to push and push and push for the big, classic indian wedding its a many day event and it is expensive as all hell and Iwa straight up doesnt want to do it but eventually Oikawa wears him down saying it cant possibly be that bad and then cut to a dinner two weeks later, where two mothers-in-law are screaming at each other over a table about fucking colours.

"They will be wearing red! Weddings are always going to be red, red with gold, that is the way we have always done it!" Iwa's mother shouts at a woman who has been her best friend for many years.

"White is the traditional colour of a wedding, if they're not going to be in black suits they should be in white!" Oikawa's mother shouts back. "My son will not be wearing red to his wedding!"

"White? White?! White is for guests!"

"The fuck did you just say?"

[raisunomii]

Bokuto kuroo and tsukishima live by the phrase “happy wife happy life” which is why their relationships r fully functioning. Oikawa kageyama and suga live by the phrase “fuck you im right” which is why their relationships fall apart every 3 days.

[petricorah]

he'll realize. eventually. [ids in alt]

[miyasstan]

Streets are saying Haikyuu Time Skip is being animated!!!!! I am afraid of the person I'm gonna become if it happens, you better hide Mr Onigiri Miya, EJP Middle Blocker Suna Rintarou, Argentina official setter Oikawa Tooru, Brazil Hinata Shoyou and those MSBY idiots or respectfully I am omw :)

[itswannysenpai]

Iwaoi Childhood ✏

[iwaoiness]

When Iwaizumi-senpai is having a shitty day, he’s genuinely terrifying. And today is one of those days. During the morning practice, there’s tension in his broad shoulders and a clouded expression on his face. He doesn’t say much, sticking to monosyllabic responses. Kindaichi suspects something is wrong but doesn’t confirm it until he notices Oikawa-san being unusually calm around him. There are no annoying comments, he’s not flitting around Iwaizumi-senpai like a hummingbird, no teasing, no tossing balls at his back and hiding behind Mattsun, no jumping on him and hanging off him like a koala. Oikawa-san is just there, calm and collected, keeping the practice running smoothly without drawing any attention to Iwaizumi-senpai, giving him space.

This actually takes Kindaichi by surprise. But he says nothing, not that he had much time to anyway, since the bell rings just as he’s finishing changing, and he has to dash out like a bat out of hell, shoes in hand, his uniform shirt untucked, and his pants unbuttoned, racing to make it to his math class on time with the strict sensei.

It isn’t until the practice after classes that he thinks about it again, noticing how much worse Iwaizumi's mood has become.

If earlier his expression was clouded, now it’s completely dark. He doesn’t speak to anyone, and the only sounds that leave his lips are hoarse apologies. And it gets worse during the practice set they’re playing. Iwaizumi is an exceptional player, but today, all his hits and serves are, at best, terrible. His receives are mediocre, barely managing to save the balls deflected by the blockers, and his blocks are far below his usual level.

And Iwaizumi knows it, which only seems to frustrate him more, turning him into a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

Kindaichi tries to cheer him up with encouraging words, but they barely reach Hajime. He seems to be in his own world. He doesn’t even hear Irihata-san’s instructions.

It’s only when one of his intense spikes goes completely off course with a dull thud, plunging the gym into a heavy silence, that he finally snaps.

“To hell with this fucking shit!” he yells angrily, hands clutching his hair, pulling it in frustration and startling everyone. “Dammit! Fucking dammit! Fuck it!” He squats down, head bowed, huffing in an attempt to control his rage.

Yutaro blinks in near fear, clutching Kunimi’s shoulder tightly, who is too shocked to even protest. No one says a word yet.

Until, of course, Oikawa-san steps in.

“Okay!” He claps to get everyone’s attention, wearing an easy smile. “I think it’s a good time for a switch! Group C, you ready?” He turns to the bench where the first and some second years are sitting; they nod, still a little shaken. “Great, then come on in for us,” he encourages them, getting the coach’s approval.

“Finally, a break!”

“I thought my hands would fall off from all the blocking.”

Kindaichi barely registers Matsukawa-san’s and Hanamaki-san’s words, still watching Iwaizumi. His breathing is still a little heavy, and he soon stands up as the two third-years gently pat his back. He keeps his head down as he heads to the opposite bench from everyone else, shoulders tense and fists clenched.

Kindaichi twists his lips into a frown, letting Kunimi drag him to the bench. They drink water and towel off while the practice set resumes. The young boy tries to focus on his teammates, but his eyes keep drifting back to where Iwaizumi-san is sitting, leaning against the wall, one leg bouncing frantically, arms crossed, and a towel covering his head and face.

He’s alone, but not for long. Yutaro’s eyes widen in slight surprise when he sees Oikawa-san approach and sit down so close to Iwaizumi-san that their legs and arms are touching. For the moment, he doesn’t say anything, taking a long sip from his bottle before closing it and placing it on the floor.

And then, he casually places his leg over Iwaizumi’s, completely stopping his frantic movements. That’s when Iwaizumi rests his head on Oikawa’s shoulder, and the storm seems to calm. Kindaichi can’t help but blush in embarrassment, quickly averting his gaze, feeling like he’s intruding on an incredibly intimate moment.

But his curiosity gets the better of him, and he sneaks another glance at them. Oikawa is playing with Iwaizumi’s hand on his thigh, stretching his fingers, gently caressing them, intertwining them with his own. He’s moving his lips, speaking to him, and from the way they’re softly curled up, he’s either telling something funny or teasing him. Iwaizumi looks more relaxed by the second, and moments later, he pulls the towel off his head with his free hand, tossing it to the floor.

He still doesn’t say anything, just listening, staring at their intertwined hands. But his expression softens; he’s no longer frowning, and there’s a small tug at his lips before he finally speaks. Kindaichi can’t make out what they’re saying, but he feels a little better seeing that Iwaizumi-san is okay, so he turns his attention back to the game, enjoying it.

Though, a little later, amidst the shouts and the squeaking of sneakers, he hears Iwaizumi-san’s laughter. Yutaro blinks in surprise when he looks at them again because it’s one of the very few times he hears that laugh from him—so clean, loud, and genuine (though the one to coax it out of him is always Oikawa). He finds them in practically the same position, with his captain looking at him amusedly and his vice-captain still laughing, head now lifted to look at Oikawa with squinted eyes.

Oikawa’s leg is still over Iwaizumi’s. Their hands are still intertwined. Their arms still touch.

Kindaichi once again feels like he’s intruding on an incredibly intimate moment and looks away.

Then, he thinks.

Oh, so this is what real love looks like.

...

i miss my laptop but i miss iwaoi much more

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[eurydicees]

i think iwaizumi is like. ok so he comes off as cool and athletic and smart and popular and, yk, to a degree, he totally is! he’s incredible at volleyball and he gets decent grades and he’s a good friend and overall well-liked by the general seijoh population.

ALSO at the same time he is like. the lamest popular guy in the world.

this is a title that oikawa has given him and the part that iwaizumi protests is not “lame” but “popular.” some points that oikawa makes, when talking to iwaizumi about how much of a normal average deeply Just A Guy iwaizumi is:

iwaizumi’s favorite activity is, first and foremost, volleyball; and second, it’s “spend time watching d-rated martial arts movies with my best friend.”

i appreciate it and love this, oikawa says, obviously, but you do have other things you can do with your time. do you know that. it doesn’t seem like you know that.

he’s popular, he has other friends, he could have his pick of girlfriends, and he chooses to instead monopolize oikawa’s time through varying methods of aggression and/or affection.

why do you not have a girlfriend yet, oikawa asks. i’m too busy keeping you in line, iwaizumi says. to which oikawa replies, you suck at being popular, iwa.

people think he’s cool because he likes the outdoors, likes going on hikes with his free time, excels at every athletic task, etc etc.

what they do not know is that he likes going on hikes to look at the changing leaves and his favorite way to interact with nature is like his fucking rock collection or some shit.

do they have names, oikawa asks, teasing. shut the fuck up, iwaizumi says. then, fucking obviously they have names.

he’s not scared of bugs, girls whisper when he passes in the hallways. he saved me from a spider one time, they say, and oikawa claims they swoon.

and like, oikawa HAS to laugh because this is the same boy who tried to keep a tank of beetles he collected from the park and cried hysterically both first when they all escaped, and second when his mother yelled at him for ten minutes about the five she found in the sugar jar. he was fourteen.

“he’s so smart,” someone says admiringly when iwaizumi helps them a bit with their class work. oikawa is rolling his damn eyes because iwaizumi is smart, sure, he’s doing fine in school, but he’s evidently not smart enough to calculate the risk/reward of a monetary bet on how many pork buns he can fit in his mouth. more than 8 gets him 1000 yen. less than 8 makes him lose 1500.

what the fuck was he thinking, oikawa is forced to ask, first when he nearly has to perform the heimlich maneuver and later when he buys iwaizumi a consolation bottle of water. what the fuck.

people think he’s mysterious and stoic and kind of darkly intriguing because he doesn’t necessarily laugh a lot while he’s in class and focused, and while he’s friendly with everyone, he still sticks pretty close to his little group.

oikawa cannot believe that anyone could ever think this because iwaizumi gets home after school and does not shut the fuck up. and he’s so easy to make laugh. and his every expression is so easy to read.

how could you possibly have anyone convinced that you are cool and mysterious, oikawa asks. how the fuck did you do that.

iwaizumi is forced to shrug. he doesn’t really have an answer. people just kind of make their own assumptions about him no matter what he does. doesn’t matter anyways. oikawa might be the only one who seems to truly get him, but he’s okay with that. if it had be one person, he’s glad it’s someone he loves.

and now what the fuck is oikawa supposed to do with that.

(push him down on the bed and kiss him, oikawa finds, seems to be the right answer.)

[h1natashoy0]

HC Brazil OiHina scribbles (platonic)

Hinata is a SUCKER for dance battles every time he gets into one oikawa has to drag him out.

They make picnics at the beach but it always ends up with them running around playing tag or chasing the objects that air took away.

They love watching the sunset together.

Oikawa is obsessed with hinata’s freckled thighs and hands, whenever he was stressed, he fidgets with hinata’s hand and counts the freckles.

Whenever Hinata and Oikawa get into fights, they’d unconsciously switch languages and laugh it off. (The only ever close to serious “fight” they had was when oikawa broke no contact with his toxic ex of Argentina)

Hinata almost burned off oikawa’s hair by accident (he wanted to light an incense).

6am morning runs, hinata wears shorts and a shirt oikawa got him (blue) and Oikawa wears sweatpants and a black muscle fit shirt.

Whenever something happens, they are the first ones to tell eachother, example: when tsukishima texted hinata back, flirting, Hinata freaked out he called oikawa (2am) screaming and accidentally woke up his own neighbors.

[fandom-circus]

Thinking about OiHina Brazil fling when they dance at a club and Hinata accidentally calls Oikawa "Kageyama" and starts apologising immediately, but Oikawa only grips his hips tighter and whispers in his ear "I know. You can call me his name if you can return the favour. Okay, Iwa-chan?" and Hinata just nods

[skywalkerrtno]

Sketches. But digital.

(@arstinee_ on insta.)

[kings-highway]

absolutely dumbass behaviour I think haikyuu ships would exhibit on days when there's no braincell to share

Daisuga: Daichi forgets the word for something and stands there snapping his fingers and thinking up synonyms and "sounds like" and various prompts to try and remember and Suga's guesses just keep getting more inaccurate and unhelpful

Iwaoi: Oikawa falls down icy steps in the winter and in his excitement to go make fun of him Iwaizumi falls down the same steps and ends up right beside him.

Ushiten: Tendou and Ushijima decided to cook dinner together and are not able explain how they got from point A to point "the oven is on fire."

Asanoya: They both forget to bring money when they go out to eat. They offer to work it off and the restaurant manager has to explain to them thats absolutely not how it works outside of TV.

Tsukkiyama: Tsukishima makes a statement that someone else fact checks and finds out is incorrect - both Tsukki and Yamaguchi then double down with 100% conviction that no, actually, Tsukki is right.

I was going to include Kagehina in this but honestly theyve never had even one braincell between them so everything I wrote just sounded like descriptions of canon.

[raisunomii]

Iwaizumi Hajime eats a centipede on a dare yes he chops the pincers off first. Hanamaki dared him during a sleepover it was 1am. Hajime spent 3 hours in the backyard looking for a centipede under rocks Matsukawa found it. Oikawa held the flashlight. Iwaizumi eats it live it’s not that he wants to do this. He throws up afterward. It’s just that his friends are pricks who chant until he eats the centipede. He gargles with mouthwash not one not two but three times. Matsukawa laughs so hard he cries. Oikawa chokes.

[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.

[miyasstan]

This Oikawa manga panel has my heart and soul, because his petty pride is truly fantastic, even though we knew him as a monster setter, he never went to nationals so leaving his country as an unknown player to pursue his own path and coming back with a team who realizes his potential, he took everyone by a storm and this is what I live for. ONE OF THE MOST SATISFYING ENDINGS IN THE HISTORY, FURUDATE I LOVE YOU FOR GIVING US OIKAWA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GREAT KING <3

(I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM 😭)

[suguruverse]

i’m unwell please

[altvia]

my haikyuu ship headcanons (halloween edition)

Kagehina

They fight over everything, and halloween was no exception. Kageyama wanted to go as a baseball player and a referee. Hinata wanted to go as Ariel and Prince Eric. Guess who won.

IwaOi

Iwazumi didn’t really care what they went as, he didn’t really have a ton of excitement when it came to holiday stuff. Oikawa on the other hand, was all in. He put up decorations, bought candy for trick-or-treaters, and made their costumes. They went as Ken and Barbie.

DaiSuga

Both of them are like corny parents during the holidays. They both get excited and they encourage everyone to dress up. They put up decorations and watch movies with the team, although some are more compliant than others. (looking at you, tsukki) They went as a sailor and a mermaid.

Bokuaka

Akashi really, *really* didn’t want to dress up. Bokuto did not care. Bokuto went as Lloyd from ninjago, akashi went as ‘himself in a scarf’.

KuroKen

Kenma surprisingly didn’t mind dressing up. Kuroo was thrilled when he learned this. The two have a tradition of going to spirit halloween and laughing at the dumb costumes every year. They both went as cats. (obviously)

UshiTen

Tendou really is in his element during halloween. Ushijima just does whatever makes tendou happy. The two of them sit around in their room the week before, showing each other costumes ideas. (well, tendou shows ushijima costumes. ushijima shows tendou memes from 2017 and Tendou pretends to laugh) They went as a doctor and a nurse.

requests are always open!