#japan's national volleyball team

[tsumiomi]

Kiyoomi: Just be yourself.

Atsumu: */Is himself

Kiyoomi: Not like that.

[spoksstuff]

squad 🧡🖤

all credits to the original artist @hq_yunak on X & ig

[belatinysun]

this new visual collab between haikyuu!! and the VNL (Volleyball Nations League) is absolutely perfect, seeing shoyo and kenma alongside so many others iconic volleyball players makes me feel so proud!!! 😭

the impact haikyuu have worldwide is INSANE, i'm so excited for the VNL 🧡

read more information about this collab here!

[volleyballhqpics]

Iran vs. Japan Volleyball Nations League (©)

[tangerinefluff]

had a thought that if kagehina are 27/28 now, do they retire after Paris 2024 or just before LA 2028, or they will fight to make it to LA 2028..

[astrowaffles]

Deck the Hall

General Audiences | Chaos, attempt at humour

“Christmas is getting pretty big in Japan, though,” Komori pointed out. “We had a Christmas tree last year.”

“That was just Mother’s fad.” Sakusa shook his head. “She thought it was a fashion thing.”

“Whose side are you on?!”

“The side of whoever’s eyebrows don’t move independently.”

“They don’t! You’re just paranoid!”

“I was in a nativity play once,” Bokuto observed, oblivious to the loud smack coming from Hinata and Hoshiumi’s direction. “I played a wise man, obviously.”

“Oh, obviously,” Aran nodded, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. He grabbed Atsumu’s ear, pulling him back from where he was about to trip Kageyama up. “Stop makin’ trouble.”

“Ugh.”

“AS I WAS SAYING,” Iwaizumi yelled. The team froze, Hoshiumi’s hand halfway inside Hinata’s mouth, Sakusa about to provoke Kageyama into picking sides, Aran still holding Atsumu’s ear, Bokuto mid-nativity song (with a vaguely impressed Ushijima as his audience), while Komori and Suna filmed the entire thing with a well-placed rat filter. Yaku had his head in his hands in the corner.

Iwaizumi felt like joining him.

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OR: Iwaizumi & the JNT decorate their gym...well, they *try* to.

“Okay!” Iwaizumi clapped, the loud noise echoing around the gym. In the corner, Hinata and Kageyama paused their fighting (flirting?) to circle around their athletic trainer. Sakusa elbowed Atsumu, cackled, and then went to stand on the other side of Ushijima, donning a serious expression (but unable to hide the spark of triumph in his eyes). Hoshiumi leaped onto Kageyama, who caught his legs piggy-back style and let him cling on, oblivious to Hinata’s glare, while Yaku herded the remaining idiots - volleyballs still in hand from where they were bouncing them off the walls - to stand close enough to listen. Iwaizumi nodded in thanks before addressing himself to the team again.

“First, we break for the holidays soon, and I want you all to keep your training routines up over the break. We only have a few months now until the Olympics themselves, so we all have to stay in peak condition. The second thing I wanted to mention was-“

“CHRISTMAS!” Hinata interrupted, using the distraction to surreptitiously overbalance Hoshiumi.

“Don’t be stupid,” Hoshiumi argued, rubbing his tailbone where it had hit the hard gym floor, “Iwaizumi’s an atheist.”

“Atheists can still celebrate Christmas,” Atsumu pointed out, adding fuel to the fire.

“Even some Muslims celebrate Christmas, just not the religious bit,” Sakusa agreed. Atsumu reached behind Ushijima to give Sakusa a high five.

“But that’s more in America, isn’t it?” Yaku mused.

“Christmas is getting pretty big in Japan, though,” Komori pointed out. “We had a Christmas tree last year.”

“That was just Mother’s fad.” Sakusa shook his head. “She thought it was a fashion thing.”

“I thought you were Mr. Muslims-celebrate-Christmas? Whose side are you on?!”

“The side of whoever’s eyebrows don’t move independently.”

“They don’t! You’re just paranoid!”

Suna pulled out his phone to record, side-eyeing Iwaizumi’s unimpressed expression.

“I was in a nativity play once,” Bokuto observed, oblivious to the loud smack coming from Hinata and Hoshiumi’s direction. “I played a wise man, obviously.”

“Oh, obviously,” Aran nodded, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. He grabbed Atsumu’s ear, pulling him back from where he was about to trip Kageyama up. “Stop makin’ trouble.”

“Ugh.”

“AS I WAS SAYING,” Iwaizumi yelled. The team froze, Hoshiumi’s hand halfway inside Hinata’s mouth, Sakusa about to provoke Kageyama into picking sides, Aran still holding Atsumu’s ear, Bokuto mid-nativity song (with a vaguely impressed Ushijima as his audience), while Komori and Suna filmed the entire thing with a well-placed rat filter. Yaku had his head in his hands in the corner; Iwaizumi felt like joining him.

“You were sayin’…?” Aran prompted.

“I was saying,” Iwaizumi began, “that several promotional videos are going to be filmed using the gym and a few of our players. You know if you’ve been chosen-“

“Ooh! Me!” Bokuto exclaimed. “That’s me! I was chosen!”

“Me too!” Hinata nodded. Suna waved his hand as if to say, me three. Atsumu opened his mouth, but was stopped by a heavy sigh from Iwaizumi.

“The gym needs to be decorated and the promotional team thought it might be a good idea for you all to do it. That’s it. That’s all I wanted to say.”

“Why us?” Atsumu asked. “Knowin’ us, we’ll get none of it decorated, but we will burn the gym down.”

Iwaizumi raised his hands in surrender. “I have no idea why, except maybe so they could ask you about it in the interviews.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll head out,” Hyakazawa decided, waving as he started moving towards the gym door. Various other players muttered agreement as they packed their bags, eager to leave before Komori got hold of any sharp objects. Iwaizumi wished desperately he could go home too, but he forced his face to remain passive as he bid goodbye to his last dregs of hope and turned to face the decorating team: nine chaos-fuelled idiots, plus Aran (who was easily influenced), and Yaku, who would probably move to a cupboard to cry after five minutes.

What a way to start the holiday season.

“I wanna be in charge of tinsel,” Hinata announced, imperiously grabbing Kageyama and dragging him forwards.

“I don’t want to be involved in this,” Kageyama grouched, reaching out to grab Hinata’s head.

“Too bad,” was Hinata’s response, turning grabby hands on Iwaizumi. “Can I? Can I be in charge of tinsel?”

“Can we,” Kageyama corrected. “This idiot can’t be left alone to do anything.”

Iwaizumi privately thought that Hinata by himself was ten times better than Hinata with Kageyama, since one braincell only stretched so far between two (athlete-sized) heads, but he said nothing. “Sure. Supplies are in that cupboard,” he added, pointing to the cupboard marked ‘CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS’ in their manager’s bold handwriting.

“I wondered what that cupboard was for,” Bokuto hummed. “Interesting.”

“Well, I guess that means the cupboard marked ‘CLEANING SUPPLIES’ could have anythin’ in it, huh, Bokkun?” Atsumu teased. Bokuto rolled his eyes and pushed Atsumu’s shoulder.

“Don’t be mean. I can’t read it from here.”

“Yeah, don’t be mean, Atsumu,” Sakusa chimed in. “We don’t all have laser eyes and bat ears.”

Atsumu’s hands flew to his ears. “I don’t either!”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Sakusa advised, cuffing Komori over the back of the head as he tried to sneak past, arms piled high with fake snow so only his eyebrows were visible. “Where are you going with that?”

“Over there,” Komori replied, batting his eyes - eyebrows? - innocently. Suna waved from the corner Komori was pointing out.

"That doesn’t look safe,” Aran observed. He took about half of Komori’s snow and started moving towards the doorway he was decorating with Yaku.

Komori sighed in disappointment but didn’t comment, contenting himself with throwing his remaining snow on the ground and making a fake snow angel. Ushijima silently handed Iwaizumi a broom as he went past.

“Thanks,” Iwaizumi muttered. He passed the broom to Atsumu. “You clean it up.”

“What?! Why me?”

“Probably because you’re a bastard~” Suna sing-songed across the gym. Atsumu flipped him off, but took the broom.

“Guess this is my cross to bear,” he sighed. “Bein’ so nice all the time.”

“Sure it is.” Iwaizumi patted his shoulder. “Now get cleaning.”

Meanwhile, Bokuto had had the genius idea of climbing several gymnastics horses in order to reach the ceiling to hang lights. The precarious stack of uneven equipment was shuddering violently every time he moved in his perch on top, although Ushijima had been enlisted to hold everything steady.

“I’m not sure this is working,” Ushijima commented, pushing a stray layer back into place.

“What? It totally is!” Bokuto argued, gesturing wildly. Iwaizumi winced as the tower tipped against Ushijima. “The lights are up and everything!”

“How are ya gettin’ down, Bokkun?” Atsumu enquired, making patterns with the broom in the fake snow on the floor.

“Jump,” Bokuto said simply, pushing the last string into the ceiling.

“I’ll catch you!” Hoshiumi offered, abandoning the tinsel competition he’d started with Hinata.

“Ah, no,” Iwaizumi finally intervened. “We’ll need a ladder or something. Hoshiumi, go clean up…that,” he added, waving vaguely at the pile of shredded, glittering bits Hinata was currently using as confetti. Kageyama started choking as Hinata accidentally threw it in his face, only for tinsel to start coming out his nostrils. Hinata looked delighted.

Iwaizumi went to look for a ladder.

 By the time he returned, all hell had broken loose. Komori had somehow wheedled Aran out of some more fake snow and had buried Suna in it; Suna seemed ecstatic with this arrangement, face peeking out from the heap as he observed everyone else cause problems.

Bokuto was still balanced on his pile of equipment, but Ushijima had gotten distracted by Hoshiumi so now everything was wobbling dangerously; Ushijima had been convinced to become a human Christmas tree and was now draped in tinsel, with baubles hanging from his ears and fingers. Hinata was sat on Kageyama’s lap as Kageyama attempted to get all the glitter out of Hinata’s hair, muttering ‘idiot’ every two seconds. Aran was slumped, despairing, in a doorway now completely bare of decorations, having been raided by Hoshiumi to decorate Ushijima. Atsumu was lying on the floor with his failed attempts at sweeping up the snow lying scattered around him, and Sakusa had retreated to the corner furthest from everyone to stand menacingly, and cackle when Atsumu twitched. The ‘CLEANING SUPPLIES’ cupboard was making sobbing noises, presumably courtesy of poor Yaku.

Fairy lights swung haphazardly from the ceiling. Tinsel lay mixed with Atsumu’s abandoned snow on the floor. Someone had managed to stick some baubles to the walls with double-sided tape, although as Iwaizumi watched, one unstuck itself and fell onto Hinata’s head with a pathetic bump.

“I-“ Iwaizumi stopped himself. “I want the PR team to know, I had nothing to do with this.”

The team nodded, although a few were distracted by Bokuto shrieking “TIMBER!” as his structure finally gave in, throwing him to the ground; he bounced.

Iwaizumi could feel tears forming. “I’m just gonna-“ he pointed to the door.

Ushijima nodded sympathetically. “I’m sure you must be tired. We have done a lot of training today.”

Iwaizumi didn’t honour that with a response; instead, he moved to Yaku’s cupboard and knocked.

“Yaku? You okay in there?”

A sniff. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ll be coming in tomorrow, though.”

Iwaizumi cast a last look at the gym, which looked a bit like an exploded Christmas factory. “Yeah. Me neither.”

As he took his final step out the door, the last thing he heard was Hinata asking, “What’s up with him? Was he upset we made Ushijima festive?”

“Probably,” Atsumu agreed, not moving from his spot on the floor. “I think he looks good, though.”

“You’d think neon pink leopard print looks good,” Sakusa snarked from his corner.

“I do not! And even if I did, what does that have to do with-“

Iwaizumi closed the door.

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VNL 2024 | Quarterfinals | Photogallery of Japan - Canada

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[yulchi]

Bouncing ballbceo with his olympic athlete 🏐

[haikyu-mp4]

An assortment of babysitters

Iwaizumi brings his toddler son to work, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @moochiwoochi. word count; 504 – no reader

Iwaizumi is what many would call a Superdad. When he wore the holster with his toddler strapped to his chest, it looked like he was always meant to carry his son.

He looked no less natural in his dadness when he entered the gym one morning, greeting all the athletes on Japan’s national volleyball team and smirking when his baby made sounds that sounded much like they one day would be the same words he said.

The cooing from the athletes was immediate. “Good morning, tiny Iwa,” Hinata said in a babylike voice, not even greeting the actual trainer, while Bokuto made kissy sounds with his hands clutched together to contain the cuteness aggression.

“You brought backup,” Suna joked, holding the baby’s hand and shaking it, a tiny smile on his face.

“We will be doing circle practice today, let’s get started on setting up the stations!” He instructed, splitting everyone into random groups and making them set up each station for working out a different muscle or volleyball drill.

Usually, they would be in the gym with all the workout equipment, where he would definitely never bring his precious son. However, they would be in the big hall and do mixed practices like this once a week to give the muscles a more varied workout.

The athletes’ jaws fell loose when they saw Iwa put the toddler down on a baby blanket at one station, handing him a toy he liked before looking at them and resting his hands on his hips. “The babysitting station. Every time he cries, I’m adding another round.”

Hoshiumi’s laughter rang through the room and Kageyama’s gulp was practically audible, as he made eye contact with Ushijima who looked just as nervous. Meanwhile, Komori and Suna were grinning at the end of the lineup, already plotting to sabotage this baby’s first words.

They got started on the training, and Iwaizumi did his best to pay attention to all the stations while also keeping a keen eye on his baby. They were doing 2 minutes on each station, and the cute toddler pouted every time his babysitter changed, while the athletes cooed and tried to convince him not to cry.

It was going well until Sakusa and Yaku got there, one of the last groups before they would get a break. While Yaku held the boy and enjoyed trying to get him to walk, Sakusa stayed as far away as possible. Baby Iwa held his hands out for Sakusa, transfixed on his curly hair and begging to be transferred to the more reluctant babysitter. Yaku, a bit insulted that he wasn’t the favourite and also annoyed that Sakusa was so prickly, started yelling at the Jackal. Result? Baby. Crying.

Iwaizumi laughed, jogging over to pick his son up, predicting he’d want some food soon anyway. “That’s another round, guys!”

He could hear the athletes yelling at the last babysitters as he walked over to his bag, fishing out a bottle before turning back to them.

“Get back to it!”

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for the requester: thank you so much for the fun request<3

[kentobb]

‘I hate you’

Character: Husband!Iwaizumi x Wife!Reader

Warning: Angst with no comfort (I know you guys hate me at this point).

A/N: I am a fan of angst w/ no comfort in case you guys didn’t notice. I will be releasing more angst and different scenarios. Be free to send a request babes!

The night was dark, the only source of light being the faint glow of the the city’s skyline as Iwaizumi parked his car in front of his home. The weight of a grueling practice session hanging heavily on his shoulders. His muscles ached, his mind was a whirlpool of strategies and his heart was filled with unspoken longing for the comforts of his home, but hey, nobody said that training the Japan’s Men’s Volleyball Team was easy.

As he opened the door, the warm glow of the living room light washed over him, a stark contrast to the cold darkness outside. You, his lovely wife, a beacon of love and support greeted him with a tired smile.

However, your six-year old daughter, Yuki, a bundle of energy and joy, ran towards him, her tiny arms wrapping around his tired legs.

Dinner was a quiet affair, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery against the plates. Yuki, however, was a chatterbox, her excitement about her upcoming ballet recital bubbling over. “And we will be doing the Swan Lake!” “I have been practicing a lot daddy!” She spoke animatedly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, her voice filled with hope. She turned to her father, her innocent eyes searching his. “Daddy, will you come to my recital?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Iwaizumi looked at her daughter, his heart aching at the hopeful look in her eyes. He wanted to be there, he really does, to watch his little girl twirl and dance, to be the father she deserved. But he knew the harsh reality of his schedule, the relentless demands of his career. “We will see,” he said, it’s all he says, his voice heavy with regret.

Your smile faded, replaced by a look of disappointment. You knew your husband words for what they were— an unfulfilled promise. Yuki’s face fell, her excitement replaced by a quiet sadness that you were quick to notice. It was a scene all too familiar, a bitter pill you had to swallowed many times before.

After dinner, you cleaned the kitchen, the silence of the house echoing the heaviness in your heart. But you were determined to make this right, as you ascended the stairs into your shared bedroom, you made a silent vow. To take manners into your own hands. To ensure that your daughter recital would not be another missed milestone, another broken promise.

You husband may be a national hero, a symbol of strength and resilience, but to your daughter? He was simply ‘Daddy’. And she deserves to have her ‘Daddy’ cheering for her from the audience, not from miles away. She deserved to have her hero by her side, not just in spirit but in person.

The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows on the walls. You sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded in your lap. You turned to look at your husband, eyes reflecting the turmoil in your heart.

“Hajime,” You spoke, voice steady despite the storm brewing in your heart, “We need to talk about Yuki.”

Iwaizumi, still in his practice clothes, looked at you, his brows furrowing in confusion, “What about her, babe?” He asked, his voice betraying his exhaustion.

“You know she needs you there, Hajime. She needs her father,” You replied, voice barely a whisper.

Iwaizumi just sighed, raking a hand through his hair, “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m working hard for her, for us.”

You shook your head, a sad smile playing on your lips, “That’s not what she needs, Hajime. She doesn’t need the money, or the fame, or the glory. She needs her father. She needs you to be there for her, to support her, to love her.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes hardened, his patience wearing thin. “There will be a million recitals, I’ll go to one of them.”

His words hung in the air, a harsh reality you both had been avoiding. Your eyes welled up in tears, heart aching at this indifference. “You haven’t been to any of them, Hajime. Not one.”

Iwaizumi scoffed, his frustration clearly boiling over. “What am I missing? Kids twirling for three minutes and twenty five seconds? It’s stupid, honestly.”

His mean and harsh words echoed in the silence of the room, a stark reminder of the widening chasm between you two.

“Hajime, how could you say that? She has worked very hard.” You said in disbelief.

Unbeknownst to both of you, a tiny figure stood outside the door, her heart shattering at her father’s words. Yuki, your little ballerina, had heard it all. The argument, her father’s indifference, your heartbreak. She clutched her ballet shoes to her chest, heart soaking the satin fabric.

The harsh words continued to fly between the two of you, voices rising in the quiet of the night.

“You’re being mean, Hajime.” You said, voice trembling with emotion.

“I don’t have time for this,” Iwaizumi retorted, his exhaustion seeping into his words. “I’m too tired to argue.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the room. As he made his way to the bathroom, the argument continued, both of your voices echoing off the cold tiles.

Meanwhile, Yuki had silently made her way downstairs. With a heavy heart and tear-streaked cheeks, she threw her beloved ballet shoes in the trash, a silent testament of her shattered dreams.

The morning after the storm was always the calmest. Iwaizumi woke up, his body aching from the previous night's argument. It was his day off, a chance for him to rest and recover. Despite the tension between the two of you, you greeted him with a kiss, almost like a silent promise that you would speak about it later.

"I'll make breakfast," Iwaizumi offered, hoping to ease the tension. You nodded, attention focused on preparing Yuki's bag for ballet class.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw Yuki sitting at the table, her eyes devoid of their usual spark. Her small shoulders were slumped, her spirit seemingly crushed.

"Morning, Yuki," Iwaizumi said, his voice soft. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry," Yuki replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

He couldn’t help but notice the change in his daughter’s demeanor. Her usual bright and bubbly personality was replaced by a quiet sadness that seemed to weigh her down. He found it odd, considering she was usually excited about her ballet classes.

“You’re okay bub?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

But his question was met with silence. Yuki simply looked away, avoiding his gaze. He decided not to push her, instead focusing on preparing breakfast.

As he was cracking the eggs into a bowl, he heard your frantic voice from the other room. “Hajime, have you seen Yuki’s ballet shoes? I can’t find them anywhere. I swear they were here.”

He glanced at his daughter, but she was still avoiding his gaze. A sense of dread washed over him as he opened the trash bin to discard the eggshells. His heart sank as he saw the familiar pink ballet shoes nestled among the trash.

Realization hit him like a punch in the gut.

She had heard it all.

Fuck.

Was it possible? It couldn’t be!

“Honey,” he called out, his voice strained. You rushed into the kitchen, eyes wide with worry. He pointed to the trash bin, the discarded ballet shoes. The sight of it, it felt like a dagger into your heart. You turned your gaze to your daughter, your eyes pleading for an explanation.

“Yuki, why did you throw your ballet shoes away?” You asked, voice barely a whisper.

“I hate ballet! It’s stupid!” Yuki yelled, her voice filled with a bitterness that was far too heavy for her young age.

The harsh words hung in the air, a painful echo of the argument from the previous night. Iwaizumi felt guilt, realizing the impact his words had on his daughter, he didn’t know what to do.

“Yuki! Don’t speak to your mother that way!” He yelled, trying to regain control of the situation.

But Yuki’s next words cut through the air like a knife, “I hate you, Dad!”

The room fell silent, the harsh words echoing off the walls. You gasped, hand flying to your mouth. “Yuki, don’t say that…” You whispered, but it was too late.

Yuki was already running up the stairs, the slam of her bedroom door echoing through the house.

Iwaizumi stood there, stunned. The words ‘I hate you’ echoed in his mind, each repetition like a punch on the gut. He turned towards you, desperation in his eyes. “Fuck, I swear I didn’t mean any of it baby. I was just tired…” He said, but his words fell on deaf ears. Already making your way up to the stairs, attempts to coax your daughter out of her room, but you were only met with silence.

He was left alone in the kitchen, the guilt gnawing at him. He had hurt his daughter, and he didn’t know how to fix it. Has he destroyed his daughter dreams?

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[kimbapisnotsushi]

[KAGEYAMA TOBIO squints at his phone screen, his eyebrows knitted together and mouth pinched in a frown. A stranger would think him irritated, but his friends know he is just uncertain. Flanking either side of him are HOSHIUMI KOURAI and MIYA ATSUMU. Atsumu looks amused, while Hoshiumi pats Kageyama's shoulder comfortingly. This is, after all, their fifth take of what is meant to be the first scene of the video.]

KAGEYAMA: What's wrong with saying, "I'm passing the phone to Miya Atsumu"? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?

HOSHIUMI: You're not supposed to say their name, Kageyama! You're supposed to describe them in a way that's funny. So, like, if I were passing it to Hinata, I'd say, "I'm passing the phone to someone who ditched us to go play in the sand for two years!"

HINATA, HIS VOICE DISTANT OFF-SCREEN: HEY!

ATSUMU: I guess I’m just so great that there’s nothin’ bad to say about me, huh, Tobio? 

[Kageyama’s gaze goes slack for a minute—it’s obvious he’s thinking about something. Then he looks directly into the camera.]

KAGEYAMA: I’m passing the phone to someone who lost to me in Kuroo-san's JVA-sponsored poll of who the sexiest setter was.

ATSUMU, LUNGING FOR THE PHONE: OI—

[Cut scene to black.]

— excerpt from a fic where japan's national volleyball team tries to make a pr video, but everything goes wrong

[tsumiomi]

Kiyoomi: */At Miya's front porch asking for another chance Osamu: Who's more important? Me, your brother who loves you even when you're a mess, or him, that jerk who only loves you when he's available? Atsumu: */Opens the door while looking at Osamu Osamu: And he did not hesitate-

[sassycheesecake]

The stadium is bursting with life and energy, people are ready to watch the long awaited game between Argentine and Japan‘s national volleyball team.

You came over to watch your husband play against his high school rivals, it’s been a dream of his ever since he left Japan.

Currently, you’re having a big heart attack, since you only turned around for a second to buy some onigiri snacks for you and your son, to find out said four-year old was just gone.

Panic flows through your veins along with adrenaline, you’re looking for that little brunette boy everywhere, when you remember that Mathéo has probably gone to look for his father.

Luckily at that time, Hajime Iwaizumi, 27-year old Athletic Trainer is currently helping Team Japan stretch for warm up when a heard a familiar voice of a child calling his name.

When the former Ace turns around in confusion, he sees Oikawa’s son, running towards him with big excitement in his dark brown orbs.

'Mathéo surely is a solid copy of his father.' Iwaizumi thinks as he greets his godchild.

"Mathéo, why are you by yourself? Where is your mum or your father?" The brunette crouches down as he looks around in concern to look for you or his best friend.

When you spot your son with Iwaizumi, you breathe out a big sigh of relief but you have to scold your son for pulling a stunt like that.

When the Athletic Trainer hears you, he is relieved that you found him and your son. But he is also happy to see you again, last time he visited you and Oikawa was almost over a year ago.

"Mathéo! Don’t do that again, I was looking everywhere for you! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" You scold the young boy and he looks incredibly guilty, almost ready to cry when he hears that you were so worried.

"I am sorry, mama. I just saw uncle Hajime and I wanted to say hello."

You sigh, feeling bad but also relieved that he is okay.

"I know but don’t run away from me again. Be glad it’s me scolding you and not your father."

"Yes, mama. I'm very sorry." Mathéo looks to the floor for a second, before looking at the Japanese players again, watching them with amazement and a big gleam in his eyes.

When you get up again from your crouched position, Iwaizumi notices something about you.

Your belly is having a small bump again.

"Has Shittykawa really knocked you up again?" He snickers a bit and raises a brow at you in amusement.

"Please don’t remind me, I had a moment of weakness with those eyes of his. Besides, Mathéo really wished for a sibling. He is already four years old. Can you believe that?" You look at your son in amazement and love, he looks exactly like his father, except that he has a very quiet personality, more like yours.

"How far along are you?" Iwaizumi interrupts your thoughts, looking at you with a smile, folding his arms.

"13 weeks now, Tōru really hopes for a girl this time." You grin at the brunette rubbing your stomach a bit.

"You shouldn’t run though, it’s not good for you during your early pregnancy." Still ever the concerned mother duck, Iwaizumi scolds you a bit.

"I know, I know, I was just in a huge panic mode, because I couldn’t find him." You sigh with a smile.

Iwaizumi smiles at you yet again and unbeknownst to you, a few players stopped their warm up, watching the interaction between you and their Athletic Trainer.

"I didn’t know Iwaizumi had a family." Hakuba states.

"Damn, she’s super hot. Too bad she is married ta our Athletic Trainer." Atsumu wiped a towel across his face, his brown eyes still captivated by the woman.

Hinata hears his teammates talking and looks over and sees Iwaizumi and a beautiful, breathtaking woman standing next to him, talking and laughing. For some reason you look very familiar but he can’t remember exactly where he has seen your face before.

All of sudden, you depart from Iwaizumi and the young boy who was watching the Japanese team, comes up to you to hold your hand.

When you turn a bit to see the players, you spot Hinata, giving him a bashful smile and a small wave at him, walking to the sides to look for your husband and his team.

Hinata can’t help but feel like you look extremely familiar, that young boy really reminds him of a certain brown-haired Setter that was once and honestly still is Kageyama‘s archenemy.

Iwaizumi turns back to the group and sees that some of the players are giving him weird looks.

"What?" He asks harshly into the round.

"Since when do you have a wife and a kid??" Suna frowns.

"What are you talking about?" Iwaizumi frowns back in confusion.

"The goddess of beauty itself that was just standin' next ta ya a minute ago." Atsumu clarifies.

"Also, I don’t know if you noticed but the kid looks nothing like you." Kageyama adds as well.

Iwaizumi finally understands but can’t help himself to be ticked off by Kageyama‘s last comment.

"Because she’s not? You have known me for what?Almost four months? You ever seen a ring on me or that woman visiting me at work? She is only a very good friend of mine. She used to be Aoba Johsai’s manager." The Athletic Trainer explains.

"That’s why she looked familiar! Her name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N) isn’t it?" Hinata is very excited and hopes to talk to you again, after meeting you in Brazil with Oikawa together almost 6 years ago.

"Well, believe it or not, it’s actually Oikawa (Y/N) now."

Another voice chimes in, the sentence carried with pride and smugness.

Some of the players tense up and almost growl at the sight of Argentine‘s official Setter walking up with an agonizing smirk.

"Nice to see you again Shōyō. Hope you and the suckers behind you are ready to lose." Oikawa just loves to rile people up, seeing the reactions of them are always a blast for him.

"The fuck did ya just say-" Atsumu growls and is ready to physically fight the opponent Setter when they hear that exciting voice again.

"Papa!" At the sound of his son‘s voice, Oikawa immediately turns around with a big smile.

Little steps run towards the brunette and Oikawa bends down to his son‘s height to catch him.

Standing up again to his full height, Mathéo smiles widely with closed eyes as he hugs his father‘s neck.

"Mathéo, this is Shōyō Hinata, your pa played with him in Rio when he visited the city. Can you say 'hi'?"

Mathéo turns to the orange-haired Wing Spiker for a second and immediately hides his face in his father‘s neck.

"Sorry about that, got my dashing looks but his mother‘s shy personality." Oikawa chuckles a bit, patting his son lightly on the back.

Hinata walks a bit closer to Oikawa‘s son, being extremely good with kids.

"Mathéo, do you also want to play volleyball when you grow up like your papa?"

Mathéo turns again to look at the orange-haired Opposite Hitter and hides his face partly to look at Hinata while being attached to his father.

"I do." Mathéo whispers out, still wary of the stranger.

"Maybe later on, you can show Shōyō how good you can receive already." Oikawa suggests to his son and he slowly comes out of his shy shell and nods enthusiastically at his father’s words.

"After of course, your amazingly talented dad has beat every single player. Especially Kageyama or the blonde idiot that only ranked second place in Japan‘s best Setter." Oikawa‘s pointy finger booped the tip of Mathéo‘s nose and the little boy squeals in delight.

"Mama said you shouldn’t say those words. They’re mean." Mathéo's face changes immediately again and he scolds his father, who in return just scoffs lightly at the words.

"Mijo, I am just telling you the truth, watch the game and you‘ll see what I mean."

"Okay papa!"

Oikawa farewells Hinata and wishes him good luck.

When the Setter seeks out his wife, he sees her standing by the sides, talking to some of his teammates.

Making his way towards her, he feels a great amount of pride flowing through his system. He’s got a family now and he is ready to show the world what he’s got.

Unbeknownst to Oikawa, lots of looks of glowering eyes follow the Argentinian Setter‘s movements, getting riled up by his words, they are ready to fight.

Let the battle begin.

[dumbseee]

boyfriend!iwaizumi when you’re a famous idol.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so it’s not that good.

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after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.

iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friend’s back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didn’t know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.

during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, he’d respect your decision and always support you. he couldn’t even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that you’d break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."

so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, you’d try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldn’t be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasn’t really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knew…

iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didn’t know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south korea’s sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasn’t ready for that. well, he wasn’t ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.

shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII

SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???

kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.

ushijima: blowing up his phone isn’t the best way to announce something like that.

bokuto: HAJI-SAN IT’S TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??

atsumu: JUST SHUT UP

let the man wake up peacefully damn

shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??

bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT

iwaizumi: what the fuck?

ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.

iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genz’s newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasn’t surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.

"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyone’s heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"

his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didn’t know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew you’d never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldn’t see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, it’s not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriend’s relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"

well, iwaizumi’s idea was indeed crazy but you didn’t care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didn’t care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.

[volleyballhqpics]

Japan vs. Serbia Volleyball Nations League (©)

[boredbakedbeans]

class divide & struggle in haikyuu

haikyuu twitter has brought up the theme of class struggle in hq and it really got me thinking just how subtle and effective furudate is in portraying class divide throughout the story.

hinata is introduced riding a bike, seeing volleyball through a store TV (not his own like Hoshiumi, Ushijima, Kageyama), and years later he's still riding a bike up and down a mountain every day for an hour to get to school and practice. how the gyms in the public schools like nekoma and karasuno have stages because they're multipurpose, as opposed to the specific volleyball facilities that shiratorizawa and other private schools have. the bond that nekoma and karasuno have as being the public schools in their prefectures, being known as "scavengers", taking what they can get and fighting tooth and nail for it. THE DUMPSTER BATTLE.

Shiratorizawa Academy vs. Karasuno High. almost every other school (aoba johsai, shiratorizawa, kamomedai) having non-volleyball team-specific tracksuits and merch, while karasuno wears the generic "ics" athletic wear. star players like ushijima and hirugami having family that played pro-volleyball and got them started from a young age in professional spaces.

daichi's nightmare about the basketball team overtaking their gym and not letting them practice. kageyama noticing right away that the floors in the all-japan youth camp weren't wooden. takeda working overtime to try to get gyms reserved, practice matches organized, buses rented out. ukai still working at his grocery store his entire first year coaching karasuno (suggesting that karasuno couldn't afford to pay him enough).

karasuno having to adjust to the lights and the height of the ceiling at nationals, when all the other teams were used to it. karasuno renting out that little old inn for nationals, right next to the giant, 25-floor hotel that other teams were staying in. inarizaki intimidating their opponents with their huge student section, affording to literally transfer an entire student BAND from hyogo to tokyo.

it's the reason that there's something specifically annoying about ushijima when we first meet him, something off-putting as we see hinata and kageyama watching shiratorizawa practicing for the first time in their fancy gym at their huge school. something infuriating about hearing ushijima talk down to hinata and basically dismiss karasuno as a threat entirely. when ushijima says aoba johsai is "infertile soil", hinata thinks, if they are infertile soil, then I Am Hinata Shoyo from the Concrete. and our concrete school, despite all odds, despite lack of resources and funding and reputation, will still beat you. i don't have what you have and yet i will still make it to the top!!!!!!!