#king Oikawa series

[kairismess]

❝HIS HEART IS ALL YOURS❞

🏐 genre: fluff ~

✒️ word count: 1,198

💭 summary: it had never dawned on you that the great king of the court, tooru oikawa, would ever have a crush on you: a mere background character in the greater scheme of things. if only you knew just how much he adored you–maybe then you'd realize you're more than a side character in the plot of your (and his) life.

💗 special mention: @moonswolfie for requesting this on my @kairiscorner acc !!

🍧 request: "Beg and you shall recieve, make oikawa fall for the nerd girl😈😈😈"

the concept of being in a relationship was foreign to you. you had never really had a proper relationship with anybody in regards to romance; it was like all and every thought of romance was something you never truly experienced, if you didn't count otome games and dating sims that you always pored over, spent all your time playing and devoting your allowances to new costumes and dialogues from your favorite love interests that made you feel pretty, wanted, and loved.

you never really stood out to anybody, that much you believed was true. you found it hard to see anybody liking you, who avidly wore anime shirts and collected expensive figurines and hung up posters of your favorite game series, cartoons, animes, movies, and shows all over your room. and you don't even wanna bring up the fact that you casually play rpgs whenever you can, wearing the cutest set of headphones that made you stand out in... a rather awkward way–a way you just wish you never got attention from, through stares and stifled chuckles of amusement from others.

you did all you could to ignore the stares, the laughter, the snide comments from girls who thought they were better than you–and you had grown quite used to being alone, to finding solace in games and the internet. and though it wasn't healthy, this was a place you called home; and those characters on your screen that always smiled whenever you chose a good interaction choice, whenever you held them in the right places, they made you feel happy.

but there was another boy who wanted to make you feel happy, a boy who appeared and acted like he came right out of a fairy tale; the male lead in a shoujo manga you never thought you'd live out to be female lead in.

tooru oikawa–the great king of the court, the boy every girl in your year had the hots for. you never really paid that much attention to him because, of course, why would you waste your valuable time and energy on a boy you never knew well, nor would even take an interest in you?

sure, he was your classmate and occasional partner for activities and group works, but his personality always seemed so fake. you knew he was acting like a kind of host boy in a host club, and though you knew guys like that were totally your type, you always kept your guard up around him.

it wasn't like he was going to hurt you, anyway, he was too gallant for that, it seemed. the way a boy like this would only hurt you would be through getting your hopes up that he'd ever like you, and ultimately thank you for being a mere fan and forget your name, maybe laugh about your silly headphones and the way your eyes shone whenever your favorite character called you cute in a dating sim.

but... it was these very qualities that drew oikawa to you.

oikawa had only known you existed for a few months now, since he saw you so often during class as his new seatmate. he knew you weren't anything like the girls that vied for his attention, and it felt like a breath of fresh air for him, not having someone breathe down his neck every few seconds at every little thing he does.

sure, you were a little messy sometimes, a little quiet, a little awkward–a little in your own head most of the time, but it was, in your own unique way, charming. oikawa would instinctively smile to himself whenever you'd get flustered at him asking you for a pencil while you were sneaking to play your otome games on your phone in class, and he'd feel a little proud of you whenever you'd recite in class.

he knew it was hard for you sometimes to show confidence, though he always encouraged you to stand up straight, "you look pretty when you hold your chin up high," he'd always say. of course, you'd sometimes side eye him, and it'd make him a little worried he said something wrong, but it's the fact that you keep oikawa on his toes about how he makes you feel around you that allures him to you even more.

from talking to you during class, he'd bring the conversations outside of class. of course, he'd always carry the conversation while you were trying to beat a really hard boss in your rpgs. he'd cheer you on while he had no idea what was going on–and even the rest of the third years were worried oikawa had some ulterior motives with you, but when they saw how different that usually plastic smile of his was whenever he'd look at you, talk to you, try to get closer with you... it was like there was something out of place there, that got replaced with something purer.

shocking, they know.

"alright, out with it." iwaizumi spat out, hitting oikawa lightly on the shoulder. oikawa looked at iwaizumi curiously. "out with what, iwa-chan?" "are you stupid? you know you can't make her a victim of your charms." when iwaizumi said that, he knew exactly who the her he was referring to was. it was you.

oikawa looked at iwaizumi all pouty, his eyebrows furrowed. "how low do you think of me? i'm not charming her for anything malicious..." "so you're admitting you are making her like you." "i-i never said that!" oikawa retorted, his face getting redder and hotter, his voice getting higher as he was on the brink of admitting the truth.

iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips. "so why are you doing this, it's clear she has no interest in you." oikawa couldn't argue with iwaizumi's statement, it was true, you didn't look like you had fully trusted oikawa, and that hurt him to a degree nobody, not even he could bear.

"...because i like her. and i want her to trust me." oikawa muttered, looking away from iwaizumi. it was hard for him to admit, but there was no other way to express it without getting totally crushed by his own half truths and half lies. this was the whole, unadulterated truth–tooru oikawa, the great king of the court, liked you.

he liked the way you got flustered whenever your favorite character would say they love you, he liked the way you glared at him when you'd catch on to his flirting, he liked the way you were so knowledgeable on such nerdy things that... he had watched all your favorite movies and animes, and was planning to gift you merch this coming holiday season.

"...well, you have a lot of work to do to prove to her you like her." "no kidding..." oikawa replied with a sigh, at least his best friend supported his crush on you. he knew it might take a while, a very long while–maybe a whole lifetime to prove how much he loved you. but he'd prove it to you, somehow, and he won't ever stop until he shows his little nerdy girl just how much he's serious about her; how much he loves you.

[imoncloud7]

oikawa bf headcanons

notes: for those following my smau series (casual) i am working on another part!! itll either be up later tonight or tmr

in the meantime, i need to drop my oikawa bf headcanons lol i love him

first off i feel like he'd date someone that brings him down to earth a bit, like someone who can humble him

he is the great king of the sassy man apocalypse

hands on hips and everything

lots of playful arguing

always ends with cuddles n kisses tho

his love language is def physical touch

like he needs some sort of contact at all times

walking to practice? holding hands, pinkies, arm around the shoulder, just some sort of physical attachment

LOVES to rest his head on your shoulder 

when cuddling he def loves to lay on your chest and have his head nestled into your neck

he requires you to play with his hair 

ceo of the puppy dog eyes 

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

“no tooru im trying to study” 

“if i buy you dinner?”

“yes”

his teammates love you 

bc u can keep him in check lol 

and you get in on their bullying 

camera trained bf, he knows exactly how to take pictures of you for ig

shopping w him is really easy, he won’t lie to you about what looks good and what doesn’t 

“tooru how do you think these jeans look?” 

“hm i think you’d look better in low rise jeans. want me to grab a pair?”

when he’s sad he loves to lay in your bed and just rot with you 

so many movie marathons omg 

SNACK HOGGER

BLANKET HOGGER

overall a great boyfriend, growing up with a sister really did him good

[haikyuu-moments]

if you think this is some kind of cursed image you're wrong! that's actually the oikawa. kageyama's great nightmare. the great king 🤴

lol, i love reading haikyuu-bu!! here's 2 panels of the chapter with oikendo (the name that first came to mind when i saw him)

for people who don't know, haikyuu-bu!! is a spin-off manga series based on haikyuu!!. it is written and illustrated by kyōhei miyajima.

[yamisamuel]

Haikyuu and it’s characters have such a special place in my heart. I should have watched the show sooner, but I am happy that I watched it back when I watched it.

I relate to the characters so much and can’t help but be inspired by them. Characters like Yamaguchi, Sugawara, Oikawa and Kenma all are characters that I desperately needed. Their characters teached me so many things.

Yamaguchi, who teached me to be more confident. He teached me that just because I am not as great at something as my friends, doesn’t mean that I’m useless and I can always find ways to improve.

Sugawara, who was ready to give his place as a starter setter to Kageyama, who is seen as a volleyball “genius” and “king”. Yet he was not bitter, but instead helped him. Sugawara showed Kageyama what he can do better, even though it meant that he himself wouldn’t be the strongest setter of the team anymore. Suga teached me that it’s more important to just help others out and push them to improve, instead of feeling jealousy. And sometimes what my friends need is someone to count on to help and support them.

Oikawa never got into nationals in high school, yet after time skip he’s playing in the olympics, his coach being the man who inspired him to become a setter! He didn’t make it as far in high school as some of the other characters, but he still made his dream come true.

And Kenma, the character who I relate the most. He was the one who truly pushed me. He is a lot like me, not the most athletic or social, rather playing video games, but easily bored if he falls into a full routine. He doesn’t play volleyball because he likes it, but rather because his friends do and it became a routine to him.

He sees the world like a game, but when the game is too easy, he becomes bored and depressed, yet there isn’t a reason for him to push himself to try harder, to take the harder path.

But when he is pushed into giving his all, forced to make an effort, he starts having fun. He learns that sometimes taking the harder path and actually making effort can make the end reward better, fun and more satisfying.

His story of learning to have fun while playing volleyball is something I relate to, both in volleyball and other hobbies. Volleyball was the first just a sport that I liked the most because it forces you into team play, but when I actually started playing seriously (or well, half seriously since I don’t play professionally), I noticed that it was more enjoyable to see my team win. Like Kenma, I don’t have the plans to become a professional player, but I will now continue playing it for fun.

Kenma clearly didn’t know fully what he liked and unlike everyone else he knew, volleyball didn’t immediately suck him in, but with time he learned to enjoy it.

This accidentally turned into a Kenma rant, but I don’t give a fuck. These characters teached me so much and make me actually fully push myself to do what I enjoy!

This is (partly) why Haikyuu is my favorite series and why I really needed it in my life. I don’t think I would be who I am if it wasn’t for the whole cast of characters inspiring me.

[raisunomii]

Hi,.....if you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 favorite characters from Haikyuu? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....

I haven't! You're actually my first ask so this is super fun!! My top five would prob be 1. Oikawa Tooru 2. Atsumu Miya 3. Akaashi Keiji 4. Iwaizumi Hajime 5. Kageyama Tobio (but honorable mention Suga because he's a darlin' but I can't say he clears top 5)

I really really love cocky characters? casually arrogant characters really do it for me but also I find that all of the HQ boys have something they deserve to take pride in! pride is also such a big concept in HQ because 1. Japanese culture 2. athlete culture and I love to see characters that fully embrace it. Also I'm a sucker for pretty boys. Iwa's there because I had a massive crush on him in my sophomore year of HS.

TOP FIVE MOMENTS UNDER THE CUT!

My five moments are definitely more mundane than any insane on-court action. I love to see characters interact more than ANYTHING.

"this is going to be one extravagant family quarrel." Oikawa acknowledging that even though the monster generation has grown up and grown apart, they are still childhood friends and the best teammates/enemies on the court that the others have... you can tear found family out of my cold dead hands! ESPECIALLY when it's oikawa tooru.

"we messed around too much, tsumu." "you're right, samu." i love the miya twins and i have an adoration for their attitude towards volleyball, which is "ill drop it if it isn't fun" because I feel like we get a lot of characters in the series who are battling to remind themselves that volleyball IS fun and that they DO love volleyball (showcased in brazil arc). But the miya twins purely do it because of the novelty. this moment also is them acknowledging that they let down their senpais by not winning them nationals for their last year. despite being the favorites to win, Inarizaki lost to a small, underfunded school... social commentary.

"thank you for hitting exactly how i expected you would every time." okay THIS moment really showed how good tsukishima is at blocking, despite him being one of the more passive blockers in the series. tsukishima's attitude towards blocking develops a lot throughout the series especially when we see him challenge date tech and shiratorizawa. i love that he's almost completely disregarded kill-blocking near the end of the series (SWEETENED by the knowledge that he goes pro, my darling boy) in favor of his own playing style. this scene definitely shows his development, especially when going against a blocker like sunarin. :)

"if you ever get boring, i'll drop you." Firstly, it's nice to see that kenma keeps his near-psychopathic attitude even after he's grown up (my redditor king) but also- I LOVE kenhina whether it's platonic or slash. Kenhina is one of the pairings which I FIND has the most chemistry, so to see them carry on being not only besties but also have a sponsor/beneficiary relationship is awesome. (I also secretly relate it to a prince/his champion relationship in my mind but shhh).

"power curry is a service ace!" This is so domestic. seeing the characters make fun of each other for their cringey moments as celebrities... it's so good. they really are each other's family and i will cherish every moment which we're reminded of it.

Anyways thank you so so much for your ask!! i had so much fun answering it :>

[miyamoratsumuu]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

-where the crows take flight, where the great king became a comrade, where the eagles soar, where the cats roar, where the owls prey, where the foxes are the most sly, and the weasels unpredictable

navigation . . .

DRABBLES (short fics below 1k words)

↳ "uh, tsumu?". . . it's normal for people in a relationship to BOTH share their clothes. right? (miya atsumu, gn reader. fluff, crack) ↳ at midnight. . . kuroo tetsuro being the nerd he is, had the audacity to give you butterflies this late in the evening. (kuroo tetsuro, gn reader. fluff) ↳ you're safe here. . . you come home late due to an accident during volleyball practice. little did you know your boyfriend was waiting for you the whole time. (seperately- oikawa toru, bokuto koutaro, kuroo tetsuro, gn reader, fluff, comfort) ↳ out of your league. . . he wanted to be yours. and he can be., but certain circumstances say otherwise. ↳ unsent letters. . . he was a writer, you were his muse. and every stroke of his pen reminded him just why all he wished for was to be the one to love you until the end of forever. (iwaizumi hajime, fem reader. fluff, angst)

HEADCANONS

↳ dating the pretty setter squad W/ MOODBOARDS. . . ft. oikawa, akaashi, kenma, atsumu, semi ↳ dating the hq boys, W/ MOODBOARDS pt. 2. . . ft. kuroo, mattsun, suna ↳ dating the hq boys, W/ MOODBOARDS pt. 3. . . ft. bokuto, iwaizumi, tsukishima ↳ haikyuu boys + tiktok trends with you. . . ft. various hq boys ↳ in love all over again. . . as you walked down the aisle, the song that described the story of your love played in the background. or your wedding with them as opm (original pinoy music) songs (ft. various male characters) ↳ still into you. . . after all this time, kenma was still into you as much as he was in the beginning of your relationship (ft. kenma)

TEXTS/SMAUS

↳ jamais vu. . . (h.iwaizumi x reader smau series, ongoing)

FICS

↳ and they were roommates. . . keiji seemingly made everything easier for you when he moved in. especially the part where he made you fall in love with him. (akaashi keiji, gn reader. fluff. 1.9k words) ↳ easy to love. . . love has always been a beautiful mystery. until kiyoko came along to help you uncover it. (shimizu kiyoko, gn reader. fluff. 1.2k words)

[the-sky-is-my-home]

idk if anyone is here for hq analysis text posts in 2023 nor do I know if something like this has been made before but. it wouldn't leave my head so here. my attempt at a cohesive analysis of the kageyama/hinata/atsumu/osamu dynamic (note: this isn't meant in a shippy way at all. any relationship as complex and narratively juicy as this is great shipping material I know but for this post I wanna keep things canon)

for the sake of something like brevity (lol), I won't delve into the kageyama/hinata partnership here. I assume you watched/read the series and I don't need to explain how they're both partners and rivals. it's the core relationship of the story, after all. also, the twins are twins, and aran spelled out their dynamic and relationship pretty nicely in their flashback, so...

let's start with kageyama and atsumu, the first ones who cross paths outside of their partnerships. as we know, they don't exactly get along great at youth camp. they don't fight, but atsumu makes himself seem like an ass immediately by calling kageyama's playstyle that of a goody-two-shoes. to the reader, this feels like an incredible insult because the way kageyama plays has been developed through some hard-earned character development spanning the entire series so far. we're meant to conclude he's wrong and will be proven so in a future game.

except this is not at all what the interaction is about, or what it will lead to. we don't actually understand the conflicting perspectives here until after the timeskip. what this is is a misunderstanding between two very similar people whose experiences differ in one key aspect. both of them are setters who are incredibly talented and extremely dedicated to volleyball. both are blunt, and not afraid to point out other people's shortcomings. both of them have essentially been friendless and outcast on their middle school teams because of this.

there is just one key difference: kageyama has been desperately looking for someone better ever since his grandpa promised he'd find them, while atsumu has spent his entire volleyball career with "someone better" right at his side. at this point, kageyama only knows failure and rejection in that regard. his sister quit volleyball. his grandpa died. oikawa and iwaizumi had their own thing going on and were never really in his reach. kindaichi couldn't keep up, and kunimi absolutely wasn't willing to.

he's got hinata now, but the harsh truth is that while he's kageyama's partner, he's not "someone better" at this point. this is because he kinda sucks at volleyball even if he's rapidly learning. and this one, simple difference changed everything. when kageyama is too arrogant and demanding, his team rejects him, and he's alone and unable to play. when atsumu does the same, he still has osamu who will sit with him and make an effort to pull him into the group. and he's always got proof that he's not asking too much, because of course osamu can hit all of atsumu's sets. when kageyama is too harsh on his hitters, nobody can really handle it and people get scared, so he tones himself down. when atsumu does the same, osamu yells at him and fights with him, until atsumu gets his point, and the rest of the team sees it as a fun twin squabble, endearing rather than scary.

but the thing is, neither of them know anything about the other, and atsumu speaks with the absolute confidence of someone who only knows volleyball like this. he's got "someone better" privilege and he just doesn't know that's a thing one can have. (he actually has this over others, too, including hinata before he had a team. having to run alone is a common thing among the volleyball obsessed.) but with his perspective, unexplained and badly phrased as it may be, kageyama manages to grow yet again, with hinata crowning him king of the court again as he realizes he can demand things from his hitters and they'll answer him (and to this day, atsumu is totally clueless he kickstarted it, and also that osamu taught him the same).

but as the years pass, even as they remain rivals, they do start understanding each other on a level no one else can (see atsumu explaining kageyama's thought process of "the points I score are mine, the points my hitters score are also mine" to hinata)

but while I do think these parallels are fairly well understood, people are sleeping on the osamu/hinata parallels. probably because they seem so much more different at first glance, with osamu looking calm and disinterested while hinata is, well, hinata. all bouncy and loud and sunshine-y. but they're as much the same as kageyama and atsumu. both were excited kids who like volleyball and, even seeing and understanding how cool setters are, just didn't vibe with it because spiking is just cooler.

except hinata was alone in his desire for so long it went nowhere for years, while osamu could always play as he wanted, with the best and most dedicated setter right there at his side. the way osamu plays is what hinata could've/would've been if he could've played for years and years. (I love this cover page it says like yeah look they're the same just with vastly differing levels of experience)

we know this, because hinata's playstyle actually turns out a lot like osamu's after the timeskip. but even with those differences, regardless of pre- or post-timeskip, again osamu seems to just instinctually get hinata in ways nobody else seems to. from his "he plays like he's eating good grub" to being absolutely unimpressed by hinata simply expecting the ball to be there - because isn't that just the natural state of things? doesn't everyone have a setter who will bring the ball without fail? why wouldn't you expect it? it's not unreasonable or too demanding, it's just how it is - that everyone else clocks as special.

when hinata gets intense, people tend to get scared, but osamu plain isn't, because he's the same in too many ways, and the familiar isn't scary.

and years later, when even atsumu is surprised by the timing of hinata jumping for the freak quick, osamu isn't. this is exactly where he'd jump for it. just like hinata knew osamu would jump for it at the last point of their game in high school (and like kageyama knew atsumu would answer the spiker, both times, because he would, too).

but their arcs end in complete opposites, unlike their setters, because their starting points were more different, too. to go with the food metaphor introduced by osamu, he's someone who always got to eat his fill, while hinata was starving for years and only gets hungrier the more crumbs he gets to eat.

when hinata does get his fill, finally, he can never give it up. but what's a feast to him is just a normal meal for osamu, and he needs other spices to be happy. and I can't really make this fit in the food metaphor but. hinata shines the brightest on the court, but osamu gets eclipsed by atsumu because he's just not hungry enough for it. so it's only fitting hinata pours his all into it while osamu quits and finds his place somewhere else. hinata finds fulfillment in challenge, in teammates and rivalry (with kageyama), while osamu finds his in support (of atsumu) as opposed to competition, and pursuit of something that's entirely his own.

and then there's the relationship between atsumu and hinata. the first match they have is defined by atsumu first writing hinata off as a scrub (to be fair, the first impression he leaves is jumping for a toss and plain forgetting to hit it. it's hard to come back from that), but throughout the game, atsumu comes to understand hinata, and by the end of it, declares he'll toss to him one day.

even at this point, it's pointed out he's good news for hinata in the sense that he won't need kageyama forever. there's someone else who could be his setter and make him shine just as brightly.

what the coaches can't know is that atsumu will be in sore need of a partner just a few years down the line, and that by that time, hinata will be perfect for the position. yes, atsumu can give him the freak quicks. yes, he's the kind of setter hinata can expect the ball from. but post-timeskip, hinata can toss the ball to atsumu just like osamu used to. he can do all the fun, reckless, perfectly coordinated plays that atsumu used to do with his twin.

they're the perfect partners for each other, united even in their desire to beat kageyama, who's both of their main rival at this point, the one who hinata wanted to beat since his first game, and the one who's in the way of atsumu getting the serve trophy and the sole spot of setter on the olympic team.

I know this is a very anti-climactic last dynamic but. unfortunately, kageyama and osamu never really interacted. but for the record, I think it's a shame, we were robbed, and they'd absolutely get along great.

idk if there's a conclusion to be had here tbh, but the post-timeskip arrangement really is ideal for them all, exactly what they wanted. hinata gets to shine and continually improve himself, he gets to stand on the court as a force to be reckoned with. kageyama has finally, finally found the "someone better" he was promised, and through him, continually gets to play the challenging game he was sorely missing in his early years. atsumu gets to play exactly the kind of volleyball he likes, too, with the kind of partner at his side that made volleyball so fun for him from the start. all three of them get to play again and again and again, always learning and growing, winning and losing, and never getting tired of any of it. osamu, while he's not playing, gets to do his own thing that he loves just as much, and he's certainly not losing his dumbass happiness contest with his brother.

so. yeah. I may have thought about all this a little too much. leave me alone. (no don't please talk to me about this actually)

[lebbys-world]

i know i tend to mainly write for bnha, but would you guys read hcs/fics for other series as well?

i've been thinking of writing an oikawa x reader hard to get/enemies to lovers sort of fic? im SUCH a sucker for tooru falling in love with the one girl who just cant stand him (thats a lie- she actually thinks hes kinda cute, even if he is a brat. but why would she let such a showboy know that when hes trying so hard to make her like him?? and anyways, she likes learning more about the GENUINE oikawa, as opposed to the "great king" persona she always sees)

[sports-character-tournament]

FINALS

Tooru Oikawa (Haikyuu!) vs Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock)

Tooru Oikawa

Sport: Volleyball

Appearance: (1): brown hair, brown eyes, japanese (2): Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Height: 184.3cm (pre-timeskip), 185.5cm (post-timeskip) Nationality: Japanese --> Argentinian

Propaganda: (1): Now you might have heard of Oikawa Tooru. The so-called "Great King" of volleyball. An exceptional setter. An unbelievable player. He is one of the most talented players in the series. On the surface, that may just sound like "Oh so he's just really good at volleyball big deal." But we have to take into account HOW he got good at volleyball and how that interacts with the others around him! Let's take into account one the most famous lines regarding his character: "Talent is something you make bloom. Instinct is something you polish." This is a very huge line in the series. Oikawa, like many of us, is very aware that anywhere you go, there are "geniuses." These are people who appear to be naturally gifted, those who are better than their peers effortlessly. Oikawa is not one of those people as it has been directly stated that "Oikawa Tooru is not a genius." He sees the value in his own training, improvement, and dedication. And it is that mindset that propels him to be one of the best. (2): Oikawa Tooru has had a great passion for volleyball ever since he was a child. After watching a professional setter play, he has followed his dream. He's described as someone who would continue playing volleyball for the rest of his life, by his childhood friend, and it's exactly what he does! He traveled across the world to play volleyball on a world stage as during his school days, his team could never make it to a national tournament (due to very strong opponents in their area preventing them from participating in a country wide competition). He got to play in the Olympics! Isn't that great!!! He's someone who is attuned to his team and brings out the best in the other volleyball player teams!! He works hard!! Has learned not to push himself too much, and ultimately remembers that the sport he loves is fun :)

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Meguru Bachira

Sport: Football

Appearance: Black/dark brown hair with yellow under-dye. Yellow eyes. 176 cm. Japanese.

Propaganda: Because soccer is his livelihood!! Ever since he was a kid he was incredibly passionate about it which drove other kids to find him weird and bully him ): He developed an imaginary monster friend who he played against until he found someone who was like his monster in how he plays football <3 Then he ditched his monster for a while until he found a way to reincorporate it in his play style. He's everyone's first favorite character and he's impossible to hate.

[ladyhayaakawa]

Chronology of us (as it is, as it was, as it will be)

haijme iwaizumi x f!reader, kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

For you, life is synonymous with the azure blue of the Johsai, and love rings with the cadences of Hajime's voice. But life is cruel, and power vicious, and you wonder if this devotion will lead to your demise.

tags/warnings - period typical misogyny, childhood friends to lovers?, strangers to lovers??, hurt/comfort, little to no historical accuracy, manipulation, abuse of power/authority, aged up characters, objectification of women, depictions of violence, depressed reader, self-image issues, pining, blatant mischaracterisation, brief depiction of a very creepy old man, body image issues, bad writing, frequent pov changes

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||The king is cake, cunning and deep,

With promises to keep, secrets to sweep.

After all's said and done, he'll find,

Sweet dreams leave him far, far behind.||

One of your earliest memories involve Hajime, a funeral, that devil he calls his friend, and a frog.

Woken up hours before sunrise, you remember how the wardrobe camphor clung to the mantilla lace, folded thrice to fit your crown, and the grasp the Iwaizumi nurse had on partly-blindfolded you, on your hand unoccupied by flowers. You were tired, infantile annoyance in your steps at being pulled out of bed at odd hours, but it had to be done. His grandma, the dowager duchess, had suddenly “moved to heaven”, or so you were told—why she had done so in the late of the night you didn’t know—and your white roses and solemn eyes, at the behest of the the nurse, were to signify your sadness at her departure moreso than reverence for the late matriarch.

Toru, from the other side of the nurse, asked if the hag would be back anytime soon.

(Ever since he had been found hiding in her brassiere drawer, the old lady harboured an uncanny grudge towards the Oikawa child. You knew better than to believe Toru’s story of that being her secret stash of magic potions, and when she tried to turn him into a frog, he had escaped by the skin of his teeth.)

Hajime was dressed in the same teal-white as his father, drowning in the size of the ceremonial cape (not unlike you, you note), both males tasked with officiating the ceremony while the guests filed into the pews. He met your eyes for a moment before you knelt in front of his father, the tissue in your new shoes crunching to fill out the space beyond your toes, and you remember looking away because Toru kept fidgeting as the nanny led him to the coffin, gloves and flowers long since discarded.

(He later confessed to having dropped a frog with the flowers the nanny had hastily gathered at the altar. You thought it was funny. Hajime did not.)

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“Child, you know the Duchy will agree to end the betrothal, do you not?”

You feel betrayed. The Iwaizumis are the only family you have ever known, your only other relative being a father popping up in scenes few and far between. You thought they thought of you as a daughter, hell, at least family, someone not to be discarded like this, like rotten fruit, at a greedy behest.

Silly girl. They pity you no more.

Despite your anger, a part of you seeks to understand. Whether they want it or not, they will have little choice in the matter if the king made up his mind. Besides, why will they choose not to? They know their heir deserves better than you. He deserves someone deserving to be the lady of the house, a position beyond being his wife and companion. The thought burns. You had leeched on them long enough.

( A heartbreak weighs nothing. The scales tip; a betrayal weighs heavier)

You think of the first time you tasted tea in the lessons with Hajime’s grandma, how you scalded your tongue on her words and the heat she did not warn you about. It hurt then, and it hurts now, but there’s no grandma to begrudgingly hand you honey salves and candies. You consider getting on your knees.

would she have forsaken you too? (without a doubt).

“Please, Your Highness. Please don’t do this. I-I can’t do this. This is—”

Cruel.

(Washijō prides himself on his collections. He prides himself even more on his cruelty.)

You notice the king push his chair back, sighing as if weary of dealing with a child, as if weighing your petulance against his restraints. You pray silently.

“And here I was, thinking the duke held no affections for you. Was I wrong?”

No, no, I-he- he does. He asked me to wait. He said-

“Your debut blessing was that brooch-rhodonite, if I remember correctly? One of my late mother’s, she had an awful lot of those-“

Yes. Hajime hadn’t liked it on me, yet I insisted. It was customary. It was supposed to be a blessing. It-

“It has been so long since your debut, child. If he has not wed you till now, you know Iwaizumi is just trying to be kind-“

The princess is a young thing, pretty as expected of her bloodline, and all that her family name doles in with it. She’s prim and reads and sews and takes lessons in dances and—

(As have you. It is you, in the fundamentals, who is not enough.)

The king looks at you with mock goodwill, as if he hasn’t orchestrated this. His image sickens you, and you realise why Maman refuses to let anyone take his name in her house.

“But his kindness will run out. You should fear the day he discards you, no lineage to fall back on, no wealth of your own. What are you holding onto, child?”

What a fool of a man, Washijō muses, the sweetness of seeing the girl crumple unfurling under his tongue. The Iwaizumi heir is a fine diplomat, if his recent endeavors are any indication, a pawn on his board finely draped in the guise of a knight (fit to stand on the rows of a king). But a woman like this-

(The Aoba qualities without the blood ties; if not a lady of the house, then to warm the bed perhaps?)

Maybe his preferences lay elsewhere. His eyes trail down. Probably in more buxom specimens.

“Is it honour, perhaps?”

(The Aoba Johsai peerage, a quasi-independent body with a political influence comparable to the king, is represented by five sycamores woven into one. The monolithic tree stands in the northwestern regions overlooking the sea, thriving off a subterranean stream flowing down the mountains.

A miracle, it is called. The cornerstone of the blue bloods of Miyagi.)

“A standing in society?”

(When news reached the house that the king had fallen, along with his crimson allies, Aori realized three fundamental truths. One, as Lady Iwaizumi, she was to hold her post, come what may. Two, the safe house was a good one hour away on horseback, a quart more if they were to travel by underground. Three, she was a mother of two, despite her womb having carried one; her children had to survive the night, lest the hour of tyranny brought Seijoh to their knees.

And so she dressed them in peasant clothes, braided her daughter’s hair, and whispered blessings into their ears.

Maman? Won’t you come along?

—The new king had sent the military to their doors the next morning. It had handed them two chests, one holding a dead Luzon dove, the other a fresh violet—

She saw her daughter, beyond the disguise, a deeply unnerved magnification of her; one day slated to step into her shoes, and she turned to open her coffer.

A quarternary knot. A part of the miracle they carry.

“This”, she handed her the wrought pile of sapphires and pearls. “ Iwaizumi women are given this as soon as their marriage is announced. Your grandmother passed this onto her son for me, but I hand it to you. Keep Hajime safe for me, dear?”

She is family, no less.

This is us. This is what will be left of us. If–

She kissed them farewell. Too big for her hands.

Spare them. They’re so young. Please.)

“Maybe there’s a better settlement we can reach?”

There was a time when Washijō could just watch. Watch, with his fingers splayed on the glass, as his brothers played and fought, caged in by this frailty and reticence. Watch as his brother’s head was weighed down with the crown and a match he had once sought for himself. Now, he realises as he feels the chill of metal warm under his touch, he is barred by nothing (but the limits of his seemingly limitless mangled power.)

A pawn to a knight. A pawn to a queen.

You see the king reach out, fingers unguarded with gloves, slowly tracing over the veins on your wrist. His callouses catch on your skin in their ascent, and to your horror, he doesn’t stop.

Your sudden motion to stand throws both the king and the tea off of you. Vomit crawls up your throat at the act and his insinuation, and you wish the ground would swallow you.

“I will let you know my decision as soon as possible, Your Highness. Please lend me time. I will take your leave.”

You turn to leave without waiting for a reply, panic setting your veins alight. The door is too far, and it’s difficult to trudge the path under the weight of the eyes on your back. Just a minute more. You wrap your hands around the latch and push.

The door won’t open.

You push the latch, pull again for good measure, but it wouldn’t budge. Your demeanour splinters and falls apart, veins chilling in abject alarm.

I die here. At the hands of this tyrant. Like this, if not worse.

You don’t dare to turn as the chair is pushed back, and the king rises from his seat. The door is unlocked, yet held fast from the other side. You push with all you have. It doesn’t budge.

You don’t turn in fear of how close you might see him.

“I have overlooked your transgressions till now, child. You must know that I don’t enjoy being slighted.”

He sounds too close. The phantom grit of his skin burns you, yet you turn, hands pressed onto the door.

“This—” he gestures to you and the tea, “—was just my generosity.”

There’s nothing you can do, poor girl.

He knocks on the table twice, and you hear the hinges creak from behind you.

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You felt the brief prick of the needle on your skin before seeing the red on your reflection. The seamstress, youngest in the group of four, immediately fell to her knees, apologising profusely for her slip. It had been hours they had been at work, and you nodded understandably. When they had been called in, the straps of the dress wouldn’t stay up, and the waist sagged despite being tailored to you just a month earlier.

I must’ve lost a little weight.

You tried to blink away the hair falling into your eyes, afraid to move from the position they had put you in, lest you ended up interfering in the alterations. Gloves had been buttoned (and sewn for good measure), the sash thickened (and stitched), shoulders tied at the back with extra ribbons- you felt like a ragdoll, so, so horribly out of place.

The matron modiste, noticing your discomfort, reached out to push the strands away, and you smiled gratefully. You saw the hurry evident in the needle flashing in and out of the teal silk, and guilt seeped in. You should’ve noticed this before you left for the capital; what if there were no seamstresses available? Were you to show up to the King’s banquet like this?

You could only hope Hajime hadn’t been waiting for too long.

A good hour later, in the confines of the carriage, he sat across you, uncharacteristically soft in the dark, and you thought you could paint him in the pales of the palettes you owned. Older than the boy you had come to love, yet young, younger than the man that would brave to marry (you, you sincerely hoped you). Breath slightly fogging, yet warmer than the cold seeping in through the wood, you felt his eyes dart over you, trailing over the jewels matching his, down to the conspicuous lack of a ring.

“You look so-” pretty? beautiful? “-stiff. Is the dress too uncomfortable?”

You looked away.

Amid the slow roll of the gravel under you, you heard the capital live through its people; cheers of celebration, promises of good food, warm, gamboge—the street by the square, if you remembered correctly. You quickly learnt that you couldn’t turn enough to see beyond the seat across you. It was getting cold, almost unbearably so, and you moved to seat your palms under you, a futile gamble to warm them, wincing when the stitches dug into the softs of your elbow.

Hajime found himself barely swimming in his thoughts these days. There was much to do, affairs of the duchy to put into order, royal commands to carry out, papers, papers, a love to keep at bay until he could bear to breathe. Promises weathered but remembered; he would have to eventually settle into his position, the life dictated for him, be undeniably grounded to a legacy he thought he could shed, if only for a while (only because the promise of land was never far), and get married to you. You, who he had been taught to love, grown up loving, he hardly deserved you, yet he still choked under the gentle waves pushing him to you-the shore you were to his existence, he wanted to touch and push away all the same. You were shivering, and he dreamt of pulling you closer than the binds of unwed decorum.

But he could warm your hands. And sail in hopes of actually setting sail one day. Just a little while longer. Just a bit.

(He looked up to your father, a soul belonging to the sea, a merchant by nature, and his tales of lands beyond the horizon. He promised himself to see those one day— the pearl sands under a moon, the green clouds and walls so intricate they couldn’t be drawn. He would see, just see, and then return to shore. To you.)

You saw him shift and pull at his cloak, making quick work of unfastening two of the brooches and draping half his cloak over you. The warmth was immediate, your numb fingers curling into the fur, and pulling him minutely closer.

“The gloves are stitched?”

“The whole dress, really. They will have to cut me out of it once we return. Could you,” you huffed, “could you help me turn a little?”

He laughed quietly, shifting you with tightly corded strength to see out the window, but you found your vision still limited to him; the intermittent light and dark of the life on the streets reflected in his eyes, face bathed in the scintillations, white turned golden, teal to sepia.

You felt sick from how much you’re in love (its all you had ever known).

“We will be returning as soon as the formalities are over, is that alright?” he hummed, too close to speak needlessly loud. He eyed the nick on the column of your neck, barely visible under the powder; “I’ve called for a doctor at the townhouse, he’ll be there as soon as we go back.”

He was being tender, you recognized, perhaps stepping onto the role of being yours, bits you recognize from the murals of affection between the older Iwaizumis. These were the crumbs you had survived on till now, the ones sating your wait for him, the paint for your illusions of a life with him beyond the altar. He asked me to wait. So I will.

You thought you could wait. You would have to.

“Do you want to go for a walk, maybe if the doctor, or if, perhaps, after?,” you asked, “I think I saw them selling the sweets you brought home last time…”

You glanced up at him, and found him quickly looking away, frowning out the window.

“Not unless the doctor approves, no. It’s going to get colder here on out.”-her hands are so cold, do we stop somewhere for something warm? should we see the doctor now?- ”And I got a box of those sweets back at the townhouse.” He cleared his throat. “Several, actually. I know you liked them. “

(There was a brief moment where the vendor well and truly regretted calling out to the man in white and teal. His limerick of cakes and the king probably didn’t sit well with him, oh god he was losing his head today wasn’t he, the angry man in Aoba colours, he was getting too close—

“May I get two of these?” He pointed to the left. “ Also these.”

Once the surprise and relief washed over, his sense of business honed in on his catch. Loaded, definitely, someone who’s got a good taste for the finer things in life, like the sweets sold in this cart. It was easy to goad the man into handing over more coins than he had initially bargained for, thanks to his genius.

The king is cake, indeed.)

“I haven’t been to the capital in so long—“ last you were here you hadn’t even grown into your first corset- “don’t want to stay cooped up like at home.”

“You won’t be cooped up. We will be visiting your father tomorr-“

“I promise I won’t overexert myself, Hajime-“

“You know I’m having a hard time trusting those words. You’ve been looking so ill, you had me worried for- “

“Just for a little while, please? “

He sighed, shifting to lessen the pull on his shoulder, when had he linked his fingers with yours? He choked on the familiarity in you, your eyes painted with undertones of innocence, the quiet shades of his childhood. Maybe he could keep your hands warm in the winds outside too. Like before, his mind supplied. Just for a little while.

Your forehead a breath away; could he kiss you?

“Hajime?”

(You looked up to see him moving away. )

The two of you stood in front of the hall, his arm still around your waist from when he helped you down the carriage steps. There is a certain circumference provided to the two of you from the rest of the guests, a berth only their stares breached, and you quietly moved his arm into a bend for yours to slip into. His proximity was not unwelcome, but rather inappropriate in their eyes. He looked at you, worry still marring his features, and you nodded to assure him.

The moment before the doors opened for the two of you, you press your fingers into his skin in a slow caress. He was nervous, you noted, and you hoped you didn’t look as nervous as him.

We’ll be fine. We were, we are, and we will be.

The air shifted in the silence following the voice announcing you two, and you knew you would remember how it went wrong. You registered the horror first, embarrassment flooding in at a delay. The wine left a lengthy red laceration at your side, your hem beyond the reach of the shards owing to Hajime pulling you away. The world paced down beneath your feet as you both froze.

You turned to look at Hajime, too humiliated to think of actions beyond your instinct; you turned to him for the momentary succour of not being alone in this disgrace. You took in the sight of him, eyes intent on setting the gild aflame, fists clenched, all of him reverting to the rigidity of taut emotions, disappointment thinly veiled. You watched him close off what little warmth you had glimpsed, the cold burning your eyes the longer you took it in. You take a step after him, too late, and the stumble was hardly unnoticed; you had heard the initial crescendo of the gasps before your thoughts were reduced to noise.

(Lord Iwaizumi, and Lady Iwaizumi, the steward announced you as.)

You were no Lady Iwaizumi. (would you ever be?)

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|| —In the event of the Aoba Johsai leadership and associated governing bodies not fulfilling these obligations within the periods laid down above, the King and the Royal Court reserve the right to take all military or other measures of coercion which they may consider appropriate.||

Hajime thinks back to the first time he made you tea (it was just water, really).

He stares down at the now empty cup he is cradling, the detritus at the bottom rapidly cooling into acerb under his stare. The rest of the liquid seeped into the papers around in his idleness, and he thinks back to when tea came in cups too big for his hands and had sweets to accompany them.

(Tea is to be had after 3 clockwise swirls, with the spoon at 6 o’clock, and with absolutely no dunking. Your two pupils, albeit forced, listened as you schooled them on lessons you had learnt the day before.

No pinkies up. Napkins on the left.)

Coming to, he hurriedly pulls out his handkerchief to dab at them, his actions futile in impeding the rapidly disintegrating words. There, he thinks. He’s gone ahead and ruined it. Reports of unrest on the southern border, conflicts in the northwestern waters, hell, did they have copies of these anywhere? He wonders briefly if he is even suited to the role he has been bestowed- an advisor by name, a plenipotentiary armed as a knight, an ambassador to the king in regional conflicts-an unlikely favour, not without its own implications. Shoes too big for him. But why? Of all the Aoba families, the Iwaizumi’s were stout royalists, if only in the public eye. But the king knows. He knows the hooks and strings he has woven through their flesh to keep them in check; he knows of the festering humiliation of them being toothless mutts of his. To arm their heir with a sword and keep him near, surely—

“Son,” the king called him. “I hear of your victories in the east from the mouths of common people before I hear from your messenger. The pride of Aoba, they call you, did you know? They say you fight with words better than any sword they have ever seen.”

Kneeling down despite his wounds, Hajime felt pride prickle through him at the acknowledgement. The king was proud of him. His efforts were being acknowledged. It felt needlessly good, and he momentarily forgot how he had resolved to portray nothing more than quiet anger. Despite the convoluted ways the king had risen to power, this has been the longest they had been without any direct conflict with the lands neighboring them. Word of a king so ruthless he murdered his own kin for a taste of power did well to ward off their advances, and for a brief second, Hajime wondered if it all was for the best. There was peace, and it was glorious. A strong king at the helm, and they could finally prosper. Shame flooded him the next for even harbouring such thoughts- the same man with Aoba blood crusting under his fingertips, a death he escaped at the price of indignity.

“ You've proved yourself worthy, Hajime.”

(He made you tea when you wouldn’t stop crying when they were in hiding. You kept clinging to the little ball of fabric and cried day and night. The teacups were of clay, but it made you stop and smile.)

He grew up hearing the whispers about the four remaining blue families, rumors of betraying the fifth, how the family not conceding to the whims had been plundered. All that remained of them was a tomb built at the Oikawa’s discretion, disguised as a commoner's grave.

Betrayed by their kinsmen, they said.

|| —The fortifications, military establishments, and harbours of the region and surrounding territories shall be destroyed under the supervision of the Royal Court convened under the rule of His Highness, King Washijō Taiji, at the expense of Aoba Johsai within a period to be determined by the Royal Court.—||

The door opens, and his manservant bows in.

“Sir, the princess is here to see you.”

[gffa]

i didn't know you were a fan of haikyuu!! i've been loving your fic rec lists lately, so are there any that you would recommend for haikyuu?

Hi! And yes I am!! I fell absolutely in love with the series a few years back and tore through a lot of it (but eventually fell away from anime/manga fandoms when other things came up), but always retained my affection for those idiots. I've been reading a bit of HQ fic, but mostly I'm still hunting for what exactly it is I want (aside from that I know IwaOi is my hardcore OTP and that I like KagaHina very much but I'm not sure yet what I want out of it in fic) in the fandom. And considering doing a full rewatch. orz In the meantime, I do have two recs! The first one I finished recently and enjoyed the hell out of it, DUMB BOYS WHO HAVE ZERO EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE yes thank you that's the stuff, and a second one that has been recommended to me and looks really good! (Both IwaOi, but I will eventually branch out, so if anyone wants to shove fic at us poor overwhelmed readers, please do!) Mind Reader by jopling, iwaizumi/oikawa, NSFW, 40.8k After Iwaizumi is knocked out by a volleyball to the face, he discovers he can now see what people are thinking. Alternatively: Iwaizumi can now read minds but he still can’t pick up on Oikawa’s feelings for him. Conquering the Great King by SuggestiveScribe, iwaizumi/oikawa & cast, NSFW, 105.6k Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction. Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

[oshygoshy]

masterlist!

hq ensemble cast -

a medley of many different characters from the series, all in one!

what instruments they would play in a concert band setting - coming from a not biased, insanely accurate flute player do you think i'm pretty? - how the hq boys would answer this question (spoiler alert they're all smitten)

aoba johsai -

oikawa tooru

7:29 am - you enjoy your morning with ur bf, stupidkawa, and his bf, iwa-chan, as oikawa thinks about what he really wants for his birthday. (happy bday my wondrous grand king)

itachiyama -

sakusa kiyoomi

2:07 pm - shopping with your cute wife, 6'4 pro vb player omi-omi

[faerii-shin]

"Concealed Destiny" Part 1/2

Shinsuke Kita x Fem! Y/N

Part 1 | Part 2

summary : “My life is nothing without you in it. If you were not here, I wouldn’t have a purpose.”

warnings : none

genre : Royalty AU, sfw ( fluff & soft )

word count: 472 words 2,668 characters

a/n : Sorry for being away with not a single notice! Here's a mini storyline before I post Part 3 of my Oikawa series. Tysm & Enjoy 🤍

meanings: p/n - prefecture ( place ) name | Hyōgo - where Inarizaki High is from

‘To Y/N L/N of the P/N Prefecture. You are reading this letter on behalf of Prince Shinsuke Kita, son of the king and next to the throne and royal heir.’  Thoughts went ravaging in her mind, why would she be receiving this? However, despite what she was thinking about, the petite girl decided to continue reading. ‘As of yesterday, it was decided that a Masquerade Ball would be held to determine a specific choice needed to be made. It has come of time for the Prince to finally find his match, his soulmate, his queen, after multiple mishaps.’  ‘You were chosen above other young ladies in your prefecture. For your cooperation, please come, Saturday 7 o’clock pm. We will be expecting you in your best attire. In any case you will need help for preparation, upon presenting this letter to the Hyōgo Castle gates, you will be allowed entrance. Thank you.’ ‘Signed Yours Truly, the Assistant and Personal Advisor of the Royal Family of Hyōgo’  In the letter, something was attached to it. A pair of lustrous white lace gloves.  Written on a smaller portion, were these words: ‘Use this to be paired with your gown.’ Rumors were spread across kingdoms. She knew there were multiple candidates, but all were rejected and that she was probably the last one. A sense of happiness filled her heart; she was never a shining light in the prefecture. Every time she tried to strike a conversation with her classmates — or even her "friends", they always looked down on her like a wad of gum stuck to their Mary Janes'. Even though she tried to force the butterflies in her stomach out of her mouth, she was speechless.  Instead, a flush of pink crossed her face. She gingerly picked up the gloves. Before she could break her gaze, a water droplet landed on her head and it started to drizzle with rain. Gripping the gloves and the letter, she turned around quickly in order not to get wet, but stumbled into a passerby. It was a man of average height, wearing white gloves seemingly similar to what she received.  "My apologies, Sir." She told him as she picked up his wet cloak that fell to the ground. "It’s not a problem at all." He replied. That voice. She felt like she had heard it somewhere before. Except, where? Y/N looked at the man with shock while returning the cloak. She immediately recognized him as the Prince. "P-Prince Shinsuke, my sincere apologies again. I could take this with me and get it cleaned." She said, turning around in embarrassment leaving him standing there seeing that he had an umbrella with him for spare use. "Wait Ms! It’s alright, I’ll get it cleaned myself." He replied back, taking her wrist, allowing the umbrella to cover them both.

The End. Thanks for choosing to read this!

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Fifteen~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

        “That’s not their starting setter.” You say just before the whistle, indicating the start of set three, is blown. Suddenly you all hear a new voice.

        “Did you guys let them win a set?~”

        Upon hearing the new voice you and your team turn to the source. A boy with dark brown hair swept outward and eyes of the same color is standing behind Aoba Johsai’s coach. He’s wearing their team’s volleyball jacket.

        “You’re back. How’s the ankle?” The coach asks the boy.

        “All good!” He says, holding up an ‘okay’ sign with his fingers. “After all, it was just a light sprain.” ‘Who is-’ You wonder before your question is answered.

        “Oikawa-san!!” A bunch of girls begin squealing. Tanaka and Hinata are shocked while Kageyama looks worried. You drown out all the noise and conversations as your eyes are glued to Oikawa, studying him. He starts walking toward your team, specifically Kageyama.

        “Hey, Tobio-chan! It’s been a while.” He says happily waving at Kageyama. “How’s that King stuff going?” The two setters stare at each other before you go up to Kageyama and gently touch his shoulder. He breaks eye contact with Oikawa to look at you. He sees the concern on your face but before he can react Oikawa starts talking.

        “And who’s this?~.” He asks flirtatiously.

        “I’m one of Karasuno’s managers.” You say holding out your hand with a fake smile. He shakes your hand while you continue. “(L/N) (Y/N).” Behind you, your team is glaring at Oikawa. He sees this and smirks. He pulls your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it. You blush and are suddenly pulled away from Oikawa and pushed behind someone. You look up to see that you’re behind Kageyama. Oikawa chuckles before he’s told to warm up by his coach.

        “Gotta go.” He begins as he turns around. “Good luck Tobio-chan~,” He then looks back and meets your eyes. “Bye~ Cutie~.” He says with a wink.

        As Oikawa walks away you hear some girls talking about when Oikawa will play. You look over at Tanaka who seems to have heard the conversation also. He looks extremely angry that the brown-haired boy is getting so much attention from the girls. You walk up to him and start talking.

        “Tanaka.” He looks at you only to see that you have a mischievous look on your face. “Why don’t you use that anger to show them how awesome you are.” He looks at you with surprise before the same grin appears on his face.

        “I like your thinking (Y/N).”

        The third and final set starts and everyone is giving it their all. Tanaka is channeling his anger into his spikes, which makes them harder to receive. The duo’s quick attack is working and earning points. Kageyama and Tsukishima are working together when blocking… well sorta.

        Karasuno soon hits matchpoint with Aoba Johsai at 20 points. Onion Head spikes the ball toward Tsukishima, who fails to receive it.

        “Don’t worry Tsukishima!” You say encouragingly.

        “Nice kill Kindaichi!” One of the other players says. ‘Hm…so his name is Kindaichi…’ You think to yourself.

        You look over at the opposing bench to see Oikawa talking to his coach. He notices you looking and winks. You roll your eyes, look away, and turn to Takeda and Kiyoko.

        “Great.” You begin and they turn to you.

        “What’s wrong?” Takeda asks.

      �� “Oikawa is warmed up.”

        As if on cue, the whistle is blown. You look to see it’s a player substitution and Oikawa is switching with number 7. ‘He’s going in as a pinch server?’ you question yourself. You look at your teammates on the court to see Hinata surprised, Tanaka flipping Oikawa off, Daichi hitting Tanaka, and Kageyama looking nervous. ‘I don’t have a good feeling…’ you think.

        “Stay on your toes guys!” You warn. Oikawa smirks at you before speaking.

        “No matter how powerful your offense is….” He begins before pointing at Tsukishima. “...it means nothing if you can’t get the ball into play.” ‘Oh, no… this is bad.’

        Oikawa tosses the ball in the air and performs a powerful jump serve that is aimed right at Tsukishima. ‘I knew it!’ You exclaim in your head. You see Suga has figured it out as well. Tsukishima tries to receive it but fails due to his lack of skills in receiving and the sheer force of it.

        “I thought so.” Oikawa says after being awarded a point. “I was watching earlier and noticed the tall #6 and the shorty #5…” You start to worry which makes you mad because you want your boys to win. You unknowingly start to glare at Oikawa. He sees this and finishes his sentence. “...aren’t good at receiving, right?” He smiles innocently which makes you angrier. You look to see Tsukishima is also angry, and the players on the sideline and Takeda are scared.

        Oikawa serves and targets the blond again. The results are the same as before. You see Tsukishima get even more frustrated. You aren’t the only one to notice though. Suddenly Hinata starts yelling. 

        “Hey! Great King! Send it to me! I’ll get it!” He exclaims while flailing around. As Tsukishima tells the short middle blocker to stop, you see Oikawa is confused by the new nickname. Hinata then repeats Tanaka’s speech about allies which causes you to softly chuckle. Daichi then instructs the team to move so he has more of a range to receive.

        “Good thinking Daichi!” You praise the captain who smiles but his eyes don’t leave the court. “You got this guys!” You encourage as Oikawa targets Tsukishima yet again. The blond receives the ball with difficulty, earning praise from you, Suga, and Yamaguchi. Oikawa looks mockingly surprised as the ball heads to his team’s side causing it to be a chance ball.

        Oikawa receives it and passes it to #5, who sets it for Kindaichi. He spikes it but Hinata jumps and gets a one-touch leading to another chance ball. As Hinata lands, he immediately runs to the other side of the net and performs a quick attack. You watch as Hinata opens his eyes before he hits the ball right past Oikawa.

        The whole gym is silent except for the bouncing of the ball. The whistle is then blown. You look at the scoreboard as it reads 25-23 in Karasuno’s favor. Karasuno wins…

        Takeda slumps in his chair with an impressed look on his face. The boys line up as Suga asks if Takeda is okay.

        “...That was…amazing.” You giggle at his reaction as Suga enthusiastically rambles. The players run and walk up to your sensei. He becomes surprised and confused when they bow and thank him. You whisper to him to give a speech and he does. You listen to his speech but as he finishes everyone is silent which causes him to freak out and apologize. Daichi calms him down. They bow and thank him again before dispersing to get water and cool down. As they go you hear Takeda say he needs to find them a coach quickly.

        “Don’t worry sensei.” You say, causing him to look at you. “You’ll find one. I believe in you!” You say with a smile before happily running toward Tanaka, Kageyama, and Hinata who are happily chatting. Takeda watches you before softly speaking.

        “Thank you, Miss (L/N). Thank you for helping the team.”

~To Be Continued~

[miyababes]

bokuto koutarou.

long fics. (5k+)

struck by you by kodaiki [ college au ] [ sfw ; fluff ]

fics. (2.5k+)

a royal first by tteokdoroki [ royal au ] [ king!bokuto ] [ nsfw ]

on the drive home by duino [ sfw ; fluff ]

satiated by shibaraki [ nsfw ]

you get jealous of their manager by ceijoh [ sfw ; angst/fluff ]

short fics. (1k+)

accidental confession by dnlcsml02 [ sfw ; fluff ]

blowing your back out by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ; fluff ]

close the distance by hornime [ nsfw ]

confessions of a teenage captain by writiolite [ sfw ; fluff ]

facesitting by bjbex [ nsfw ]

'i said i was sorry' by heartaro [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

morning sex by bjbex [ nsfw ]

mr fahrenheit by shoyoist [ sfw ; fluff ]

our middle by myelocin [ sfw ; fluff ]

shift's not so bad by tteokdoroki [ barista au ] [ nsfw ]

shine by eqgtart [ sfw ; fluff ]

slip by mrs-kurooo [ nsfw ]

star boy by kuroosdarling [ sfw ; fluff ]

stoner sex by bjbex [ nsfw ]

superpower by lovelyunholyc [ sfw ; fluff ]

take a seat by shibaraki [ nsfw ]

thigh fucking by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

drabbles.

[ sfw ]: 1 - 100.

110% by hornime [ nsfw ]

chubby s/o by elysianslove [ nsfw ]

cock and ball worship by bobaji (+ aone, atsumu, sakusa) [ nsfw ]

cum play by bobaji [ nsfw ]

desperate by saetoru [ nsfw ]

drunk on sex by pupkou [ nsfw ]

fighter!bokuto by kyovtani [ nsfw ]

fisting by shoyokuns [ nsfw ]

he loves to spoil you by adoringhaikyuu [ nsfw ]

how they fuck by bobaji (+ iwaizumi, atsumu, hanamaki) [ nsfw ]

i'll consume you (if you let me) by satorini (+ atsumu, sakusa, hinata, sawamura) [ nsfw ]

impatient by joyaphoria [ nsfw ]

insatiable by hornime [ nsfw ]

like he would by munsonsins [ nsfw ]

locker room sex by saetoru (+ meian, atsumu, adriah, sakusa, hinata) [ nsfw ]

made for me by hornime [ nsfw ]

period sex by bobaji (+ osamu, iwaizumi, aran, tendou) [ nsfw ]

pussy drunk by joyaphoria [ nsfw ]

reacting to the scratch marks you left by joyaphoria (+ kuroo, suna) [ suggestive ]

size kink by adoringhaikyuu (+ kageyama, tendou, tsukishima) [ nsfw ]

size kink by tteokdoroki [ nsfw ]

smile for the camera by hornime [ nsfw ]

somnophilia by shibaraki [ nsfw ]

sweatpants by saetoru [ nsfw ]

the high life by tiniella [ rich boy!bokuto ] [ nsfw ]

they find out you hooked up with their friend/teammate before you started dating by adoringhaikyuu (+ sawamura, kuroo, tanaka) [ suggestive ]

thigh ride by adoringhaikyuu [ nsfw ]

thighs by utahimeow [ nsfw ]

using their safe word by elysianslove (+ iwaizumi) [ nsfw ]

using your safe word by bobaji (+ sakusa, atsumu) [ nsfw ]

what sucking him off is like by adoringhaikyuu (+ atsumu, iwaizumi) [ nsfw ]

you jokingly ask them if they're using you for your body by adoringhaikyuu (+ kageyama, iwaizumi) [ suggestive ; fluff ]

headcanons.

crawling into his lap by kageyuji (+ oikawa, akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

horny thoughts by saetoru (+ atsumu, suna, osamu, sakusa, iwaizumi) [ nsfw ]

soft captains by luvbub-archive (+ sawamura, oikawa, kuroo, ushijima, kita) [ sfw ; fluff ]

when they're lovesick by kodaiki (+ kuroo, iwaizumi, atsumu, kita) [ sfw ; fluff ]

timestamps.

7.21am by kodaiki [ sfw ; fluff ]

11.02am by kodaiki [ sfw ; fluff ]

1.40pm by kodaiki [ sfw ; fluff ]

4.46pm by kodaiki [ sfw ; fluff ]

10.56pm by kodaiki [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

series.

smau.

asking him to rail you by toru-oikawas-milkbread [ nsfw ]

'can i wear your hoodie?' by darlingimawitch (+ terushima, iwaizumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

finding out you didn't change his contact name by darlingimawitch (+ oikawa, kuroo, sawamura, terushima, kita) [ sfw ; fluff ]

'finish the heart' trend by arhvste (+ oikawa, kuroo, atsumu) [ sfw ]

good morning texts by kodaiki (+ sawamura, kuroo, oikawa, ushijima, terushima, kita) [ sfw ; fluff ]

leaving you on read after you say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, tanaka, sawamura, sugawara, terushima) [ sfw

reacting to 'you can come over now' texts by cowcreamers (+ akaashi, tendou, kenma, kuroo, kageyama) [ sfw ; fluff ]

sending you a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ lev, yaku, akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, terushima) [ nsfw ]

texting you while they're playing an away match by arhvste (+ atsumu, sakusa, hinata ) [ sfw ; fluff ]

they ask you to come cuddle but you have to turn them down by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima) [ sfw ]

they respond to 'cuddle me' texts by cowcreamers (+ oikawa, tsukishima, nishinoya, sakusa, akaashi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

when he finds out your fictional crush is your lockscreen by darlingimawitch (+ atsumu, suna) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you ask if he's jealous by oikawa-torus-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you ask them 'do you only care about my body?' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, tanaka, sawamura, sugawara, terushima) [ sfw ]

you ask them for nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, sawamura, sugawara, terushima) [ nsfw ]

you ask them if they still find you attractive by oikawa-torus-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, tanaka, sawamura, sugawara, ennoshita) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you ask them 'on a scale of 1-10, how annoyed are you with me right now?' after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, tanaka, sawamura, sugawara, terushima) [ sfw ]

you ask them to 'pick a number between 1-10' and send them that many nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ tendou, ushijima, akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima) [ nsfw ]

you leave them on read after they say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, akaashi, terushima) [ sfw ]

you send them a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, tanaka, sawamura, sugawara, terushima) [ nsfw ]

you text them 'i want to sit on your face' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, tanaka, sawamura, sugawara, ennoshita) [ nsfw ]

you text them 'you hurt my feelings' after a fight by oikawa-torus-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, tanaka, sawamura, sugawara, ennoshita) [ sfw ]

you're being clingy by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ akaashi, hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, nishinoya, tanaka, sawamura, sugawara, terushima) [ sfw ]

smau series.

is this love? by nekomas-kuroo [ sfw ; fluff ]

love is war by boomboomjaz [ sfw ; fluff ]

[the-sky-is-my-home]

Endless list of things I love about post-ts haikyuu (misc. ver.)

having "part 2" chapters like the greatest decoy pt2, king of the court pt2, the greatest challenger pt 2... they show off so perfectly how everyone has grown!!

everyone getting their high school banners. looks so cool and is just a nice touch

everyone reuniting after the game it's just so wholesome

us not knowing who won the olympics or the ali roma/asas sao paulo game or the allstar match cuz it genuinely doesn't matter. no game is the end, and it's not the results that count but the process which includes both winning and losing and either way the world doesn't end. you keep playing and it keeps being fun. or you stop and find something else. just whatever makes you happy

kuroo and oikawa finally canonically meeting in the special

also oikawa and atsumu meeting. we so needed that, esp with iwaizumi there

the incredibly healthy outlook on volleyball the whole series has (this deserves its own post so I shan't elaborate here)

kageyama inviting kindaichi and kunimi to play together! finally these idiots get over what happened in middle school it's so nice to see. and kageyama's smile when they agree is so so cute

the fact that we got the beach volleyball outing with kageyama, kunimi and kindaichi (and hinata). like it's so good and such good closure. kindaichi gets to hit a spike off a perfect set from kageyama, looking like he has the time of his life. in the series proper, one of the ways it was shown that oikawa was a better setter than kageyama even if he wasn't at kageyama's technical level was him communicating with kunimi, recognizing his playstyle, and making the best use of it rather than berating him. in the special, even if kunimi hasn't played for years, kageyama assesses his play style and then suggests he should play beach volleyball for real, because it suits him. not only is it cathartic to see these three happy and on good terms, it shows off so well how much kageyama has grown since those days

the atsuhina dynamic is so good during the game as a whole there's so much there. they both replace each other's former partner, atsumu obv by doing the freak quick with hinata, but hinata also becomes a reliable emergency setter as osamu was, and pulls off one of osamu's moves from their game in hs. atsumu explaining kageyama's thought process to hinata (my points are mine, my hitters' points are also mine). atsumu blaming hinata for waking kageyama up even tho HE'S the one who called him a goody two shoes and got his character development started. hinata jumping for the quick and atsumu going "rn???" while osamu goes "yes this is the time to do it!!" and that's when atsumu gets his banner of "we don't need memories"

(honestly the kageyama/hinata/atsumu/osamu dynamic as a whole deserves its own post which also includes pre-ts stuff because there is just. SO MUCH)

and last but certainly not least, this:

all the little info we get about everyone. like yeah anyone would attempt to give the main characters of their story a satisfying conclusion. it's great haikyuu has done that, but it's amazing that like. basically every single side character has that. ikejiri still plays volleyball! he hasn't given up on it just cuz he sucks. who cares? I do! I care about aone and futakuchi still terrorizing volleyball players as an iron wall on a local team. I care about ukai and nekomata still having video calls. I care about fukunaga being a comedian. I care about saeko and akane being happy to see each other. I care about iizuna being able to keep playing, with a guy from inubushi no less. I care about suna still taking blackmail pics of atsumu like ten years later, now with access to instagram. I care that life has gone on for all of them, with or without volleyball in the picture, but that they're united by playing it together, at the same time, however flimsy or strong a particular connection might be. I care so much and haikyuu rewards me for it with so many good crumbs it's insane