#mod nishinoya

[haikyuu-2gs]

Mega post with all the character info !!!

Hi there! I’m Ratz, the creator and lead artist behind this account! I am 17 and use he/they pronouns. My favorite character is Yui, and my favorite ship is gouchika :D

On the TikTok there is a co-mod, Katz, the one who has been helping me develop their story, as well as make the tweets that are part of it! She uses she/they pronouns and is 16. I am likely the only one to be using this account, though :)

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Fic on Ao3:

Character info under cut!!

karasuno:

eiichi kageyama (he/him, 16):

kagehina

- first year

- setter

- pansexual

- 8/23

eiji kageyama (she/her, 16)

kagehina

- first year

- wing spiker

- Bisexual

- 8/23

aneri yamaguchi (he/him, 16)

tsukkiyama

- first year

- middle blocker

- gay

- 7/14

yui nishinoya (he/him, 17)

asanoya

- second year

- libero

- mlm/demi

- 10/31

aj ennoshita (he/him, 17)

ennotana

- second year

- middle blocker

- mlm

- 12/25

kiyoya shimizu (he/him, 17)

kiyoyachi

- second year

- wing spiker

- bisexual

- 7/4

kohaku kinnoshita (he/him, 17)

kinnarita

- second year

- Wingspiker

- Bisexual

- 2/28

tasakki sawamura (she/he/they, 18)

daisuga

- third year

- middle blocker (defense specialist)

- bisexual

- 3/19

aoba johsai:

matsuhana hanamaki (they/them, 17)

matsuhana

- second year

- Middle blocker

- Poly/demi

- 4/20

chisuke yahaba (they/them, 17)

kyouhaba

- second year

- Wingspiker

- Demi

- 12/16

Gou iwaizumi (they/them, 18)

iwaoi

- third year

- Setter

- Pansexual

- 1/9

Rin iwaizumi (he/him, 18)

iwaoi

- third year

- Wingspiker

- Bisexual

- 1/9

Chiharu kindaichi (she/he, 18)

kinkuni

- Third year

- Libero

- Pansexual

- 2/14

nekoma:

Chikao Kuroo (he/him, 17)

kuroken

- second year

- Setter

- Pansexual

- 7/29

Ryuichi Kuroo (he/she/they, 18)

kuroken

- third year

- Middle blocker

- Bisexual

- 11/17

Mitsuke Yaku (she/her, 18)

levyaku

- third year

- Libero

- Pan/demi

- 9/1

fukurodani:

Mentawai Akaashi (he/him, 18)

bokuaka

- third year

- Wingspiker

- Queer

- 11/14

shiratorizawa:

Natori Tendou (he/they, 18)

ushiten

- third year

- Middle blocker

- Pan

- 7/4

Kaede Semi (she/her, 18)

semishira

- third year

- setter

- wlw

- 6/12

inarizaki:

Hifumi sakusa (he/him, 17)

sakuatsu

- second year

- setter

- mlm

- 10/2

Fuyuka sakusa (she/her, 17)

sakuatsu

- second year

- Wingspiker

- wlw

- 10/2

Hotaru Miya (she/her, 17)

osasuna

- second year

- middle blocker

- lesbian

- 8/13

Johzenji:

Yakeru Daishou (she/they, 16)

terudai

- first year

- Wingspiker

- bisexual

- 6/7

Kuroyami Daishou (they/them, 18)

terudai

- third year

- Wingspiker

- pan

- 4/11

ships:

- gou x chikao (chigou)

- ryu x menta (ryuwai)

- aj x yui (ajui)

- mitsuke x fuyuka (miyuka)

- Kyoya x natori (natoya)

- eiichi x hifumi (hifuchi)

- kaede x hotaru (hokae)

- kohaku x eiji (eihaku)

- tasakki x chiharu (chisakki)

- chisuke x yakeru (yasuke)

- rin x kuroyami (rinkuro)

- aneri x hana (haneri)

[asanoyaexchange]

Mod Applications Are Open !! 🧸⚡️

Happy Birthday Nishinoya !! 🎂 And a very good day to our fellow Asanoya-ists !!

We’re looking for 1-2 more mods to help run this event 🏃🏻‍♀️💨Applications are open to anyone !! 🤗

The application form will be open until October 17th (Tuesday) so remember to send them in before the deadline !!

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For more information, remember to check out our carrd for details 🥰 Keep an eye out because sign ups for participating in the exchange open on November 1st !!

[pearlsephoni]

Stitched Together

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Asanoya (Asahi/Nishinoya)

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Yu Nishinoya, Original dæmon characters

Word Count: 3,355

Summary: A late night misunderstanding becomes a chance at something sweet for tailor Asahi Azumane.

A/N: Originally written for @asanoyahqzine! Thank you so much to the mods for organizing this zine, it was a wonderful time! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

Asahi Azumane was just a normal tailor. He worked his normal job in his smaller-than-normal shop, and stayed up late to work towards his bigger-than-normal dream of one day designing his own clothing instead of mending others’.

He was just…a normal, completely unremarkable person, with a normal, completely unremarkable hare dæmon. He deserved to have a normal night after his normal day. And bursting out of his store with a cardboard tube as a weapon against a possible intruder was not what Asahi would consider a normal night.

“Holy shit— wait, wait!”

The panic pumping through Asahi made him process what he was seeing a little slower than usual: a young man with brown hair and a shock of blonde at the front was sprawled on the ground, brown eyes wide as he held a placating hand up. His other hand held some sort of scraper, with bits of paper stuck to the edge, paper that matched perfectly with the poster that had been pasted to the brick of Asahi’s shop. And next to the stranger was his dæmon, a red fox that was crouched and ready to attack with bared teeth. Asahi wasn’t sure how Miyu wasn’t quailing under the fox’s fierce eyes—his little soul was sitting straight and tall at his feet, the closest thing to threatening that a wild hare could be.

“What…?” Asahi began, eyes flickering from the stranger to his dæmon to the partially-scraped off poster on the wall. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m trying to help,” the stranger scoffed, carefully pushing himself back into a normal seated position. “Unless you want competing stores to advertise on your shop?”

“Competing—?” Asahi squinted at the poster, and immediately felt his neck warm with annoyance. “Quick Stitch Fix!” the poster cheerfully advertised, “Buy and tailor your clothes in one easy stop!” The local department store had just opened a tailoring service three weeks ago, and Asahi was already starting to feel the effect of their large-scale, big-budget services on his little shop.

“Yeah,” the stranger agreed, pulling Asahi’s attention back to him. “Figured you didn’t want any customers to immediately see alternatives when they come here.”

“Well…I don’t.” Asahi frowned at the poster for an extra beat before turning his frown onto the stranger. “Wait, who are you? Why are you here so late? And why were you trying to remove it?” Why do you care?

“One at a time, man,” the stranger laughed. “My name’s Yu Nishinoya, today was a late day at work, and I was trying to remove it because…well, I just told you. Competition, advertising, all that. I also just…don’t like those guys. They keep trying to push the little guys out of business.” His dæmon was still watching Asahi with her fur on end, until Nishinoya laid a gentle hand on her back. Only then did she deflate, her tail still twitching against the ground.

“Nishinoya,” Asahi echoed with a nod. “Well…thank you, Nishinoya-san. Though maybe next time you could just…let me know. Instead of giving me a late-night heart attack.”

Nishinoya’s eyes watched him for a beat, his lips finally stretching into a smile when Asahi let a grin curve over his face. “Just Nishinoya’s fine, or hell, just Noya. Sorry about the scare, uh…”

“Oh! Asahi. Azumane. Um…you can just. Call me Asahi.” Something about that smile frazzled something in Asahi’s brain and suddenly made him incapable of normal…non-garbled human speech. Thankfully Miyu didn’t seem to be too badly affected—his soul was carefully hopping towards the fox dæmon, her nose twitching as she held herself close to the ground in a perfect picture of docility. With each hop she took, the fox slowly relaxed, until she was willing to touch noses with Miyu and murmur a few words.

“Asahi-san,” Nishinoya hummed. “I like that!”

“Ah. Thank you.”

“Well, Asahi-san, it’s been a pleasure.” Nishinoya pushed himself to his feet, only to freeze when he noticed the part of the poster that still clung to the wall. “Oh, uh…I should finish that.”

For the first time that night, Asahi felt a soft laugh bubble out of him. “Here, let me help.”

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That was supposed to be it. Asahi really thought that would be it. He thought that Nishinoya would just go down in his memory as an odd but kind stranger who just so happened to drift through his life.

Instead, a week after they had worked together to take down the flier, Asahi looked up at the jingle of the entrance’s bell, ready to greet the new customer, who just so happened to be—

“Nishinoya?”

“Hey, Asahi-san!” His smile was wide and bright, like he was genuinely thrilled to see the random tailor he’d helped. He made an interesting contrast to his dæmon—Asahi remembered Miyu saying her name was Haru—hovering behind his leg. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been alright. Managing to stay afloat despite the new competition.” A shadow passed over Nishinoya’s face, and Asahi tried offering a sheepish grin to reassure him. “How can I help you today?”

“Oh, I’ve got these pants that I have to wear for work, and they’ve always been a little long for me.” Nishinoya brandished the pants, which were made of a pretty evergreen velvet with gold stitching down the sides. “But I can’t wear the next size down, because then they’re too tight. I’ve never been to a tailor to get them fixed, but then I met you and figured why not, you know?”

Asahi couldn’t stop staring at the pants, only distantly hearing what Nishinoya was saying. “Aren’t those part of the uniform at the Inazuma hotel?” he blurted as soon as Nishinoya finished talking.

His customer blinked. “Uh…yeah, they are. You recognize them?”

“You work there?!”

“Yeah! What, you thought I stole these?”

“I would.” Asahi didn’t realize what he’d said until he saw Nishinoya’s brows shoot up his forehead. “I mean! Not that I actually would, I just—”

His words were suddenly drowned out by Nishinoya’s laughter, and he fell silent as he watched him crack up, struck dumb by the bright notes and the way his head tilted back with the force of his own laughter. “Sorry, wow, that was funny,” Nishinoya finally choked out, wiping at his eyes.

Asahi’s cheeks felt like they could catch on fire, even as they were pushed up by his wide smile. “Um…let’s get those fitted.”

Usually Asahi dreaded this part, awkwardly making conversation with his customer as he hovered around their body and pinned their clothes for his future reference. The only reason they stayed somewhat relaxed was because of Miyu’s far greater success at making friendly conversation with the customer’s dæmon.

The opposite happened with Nishinoya. Asahi couldn’t remember the last time conversation flowed so easily, filled with laughter and warm cheeks and glinting eyes. Meanwhile, Miyu seemed to need a little extra time to get Haru to relax enough to really engage with her.

If it had been Miyu who was so nervous in a new place, Asahi simply would’ve stopped going. The same clearly wasn’t true for Nishinoya. Asahi was prepared, if a little saddened, to never see the spunky bellboy again after he handed off his newly-tailored pants.

But instead, Nishinoya just…kept coming. At least twice a month, if not more, he would pop in with another set of pants that needed to be hemmed, or, occasionally, a jacket with sleeves that needed to be loosened around his surprising muscles. If he was the only customer in the store, he would always linger after Asahi finished the initial fitting, hovering by the front counter and peering at Asahi as he started sewing at his work table that was just visible from the front of the store. By the second month, Asahi just invited him behind the counter, and soon Miyu wasn’t his only work companion.

“I don’t get it,” Asahi laughed as he worked on the fourth pair of pants Nishinoya had brought in, “how are all of your pants too long for you?”

“I guess these clothing companies never thought someone my height would have legs like these.” Nishinoya reclined in his chair and crossed his legs with a dramatic, goofy preen. Asahi’s laughter got stuck in his throat at the sight of those thighs straining just a bit in those pants. Nishinoya may have been kidding around, but he really did have nice legs. The observation made Asahi’s stomach drop just a bit.

“Y-yeah. Guess so.” His eyes drifted up, and he was horrified to be met with a wide, knowing smile. “Um!” he nearly squeaked, “So! You don’t have that problem with your shirts?”

“Nah, just my jackets sometimes.”

“Ah. Well, if you ever need any of them to be altered—”

“—then I’ll be happy for the excuse to come see you again!”

Nishinoya’s smile somehow grew even wider as Asahi’s cheeks somehow grew even warmer. There was a soft laugh badly disguised as a huff from his work table, and he blindly reached out to give a small tug at Miyu’s ear. Satisfaction smoothed away his embarrassment when he heard a soft squeak in response. “...I’ll be happy, too,” he answered in a steady tone that couldn’t quite conceal how terribly bashful he felt.

Asahi liked to think he knew colors well. It was a basic part of his work as both a tailor and a designer. But in all his years of working with clothes, he didn’t think he’d ever seen a color as pretty as the dusting of pink across Nishinoya’s cheeks.

Man. He had it bad.

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“He likes you.”

The needle sank into Asahi’s thumb. “Ow, dammit— what?”

Miyu looked awfully pleased with herself, her ears up as straight as she sat. “You seem awfully surprised.”

“That’s not— Miyu, what do you mean?”

“I mean he likes you! As more than friends, in case you wanted to explain that away.”

“Miyu.”

“Asahi!”

He very carefully tied off his stitches, stuck his needle into his pincushion, and rewound his thread before staring down his dæmon. “Who told you this?”

“Are you really asking me that?”

“His dæmon doesn’t even like me!”

“Only because you introduced us to them with a baseball bat!”

“It was an empty fabric roll!”

“Same difference!” Miyu hopped towards him from her usual perch on his work table, dodging the sprawl of his tools with practiced ease. “She’s also nervous because, and I quote, ‘he hasn’t felt this way about someone in a long time.’”

Hope was an intoxicating feeling, one Asahi didn’t usually like to indulge. But it was hard to resist when it came thanks to something his own soul said. “Why did she…trust you with all this?”

“It’s a little difficult to hold a grudge when your other half is feeling smitten. I would know.” Her ears flicked at the warmth rising to Asahi’s cheeks. “Asahi,” she crooned, coming close enough to nudge her soft nose against his hand. “I have a good feeling about him. And Haru. And I think I’ve convinced her to have a good feeling about you.”

“But what if we’re wrong?” Asahi murmured, fiddling at his fingers. “I…I do like him. But I’d rather just leave things as is instead of scaring him off and…not having him in our life at all.”

“You met him because he was scraping off your competition’s flier in order to support the business. And he’s come at least twice a month since, all because of some pants that are suddenly all too long for him.” She nudged at his wrist, reminding him to stop twisting at his fingers. “That doesn’t seem like the sort of person who’d be scared off by one little confession.”

“...Miyu?”

“Asahi?”

“If you’re wrong about this, you lose table privileges for the next month. At least.”

Miyu let out a delighted giggle, craning her neck up to bump his chin. “I like those chances.”

——————————————————————————————————

When Nishinoya next came to pick up his pants, Asahi felt like he might vibrate out of his skin from sheer nerves. His late-night conversation with Miyu seemed to echo around his brain, and he ended up falling into autopilot, treating Nishinoya with the same polite friendliness that he showed to other customers as he double-checked the fit of his pants.

He only snapped back to himself when he finished ringing Nishinoya up and handed him his freshly-folded pants. Nishinoya took them with a small furrow between his brows, and somehow that was enough to make Asahi remember himself and soften his smile from customer service-politeness to quiet friendliness. “Here you go.”

Just like that, the furrow disappeared, wiped away by a smile that almost looked relieved to Asahi as he received his payment. “Thanks as always, Asahi-san! These fit like a dream now.”

God, would his stomach ever stop flipping at the sight of that smile? “It’s my pleasure as always, Noya.”

With a last smile, Nishinoya began making his way to the door. Asahi turned back to the table, ready to start on his next order…and instead caught sight of Miyu tensed in a crouch on the counter, ears flicking this way and that. He followed her eye line, and found Haru looking just as agitated, fur standing on end and tail snapping back and forth. “Miyu?”

“It’s supposed to be today! You said you’d say something today!”

“Didja say something, Asahi-san?”

Asahi snapped up straight, heart rate soaring. It wasn’t a taboo to acknowledge conversations between a person and their dæmon, certainly not on the level of touching someone else’s dæmon. But it was a bit unusual, if only because it shook the perception of privacy that everyone was owed with their soul.

Nishinoya was a trusting person—he wore his heart on his sleeve, open and honest in a way that was refreshing. For him to interrupt a conversation between him and Miyu…well, Asahi was beginning to suspect their dæmons weren’t the only ones who had expected a certain conversation to be had today.

“Yeah, I did. Say something. Um.” Oh god…how did people do this? He didn’t know how to ask someone out, especially someone he liked so much.

Something soft covered his hand where it rested on the counter. He looked over to see Miyu resting her head on his hand, gazing up at him with wide, dark eyes. He knew that look—she’d given it to him their entire lives, whenever he nearly backed out of something because of nerves. It worked now, as it always did. He moved his hand to stroke her back, and as it moved, he felt himself calm down. When he looked up at Nishinoya again, his voice was steadier, despite the way his heart squeezed at the fond understanding in those warm, brown eyes.

“Um…I just wanted to say thank you, for all of your support. The way you removed the fliers from the storefront would’ve already been more than enough, but then you continued to trust me with your clothes, and I just…I really appreciate it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do this nearly as well as you do.”

“Ah…thank you. I actually, uh…I was wondering if I could treat you to lunch or dinner sometime? To say thank you?”

Nishinoya was silent for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as it flickered over Asahi’s nervous features. “Yeah, I’d really like that,” he eventually answered. “Just wondering though…and whatever you say won’t change my answer…are you asking me on a date, Asahi-san?”

Oh, god. “Um! Well!” He felt Miyu’s soft nose nudge against his ankle. “Well…would you like it to be a date?”

“I asked first.”

God, he was stubborn. Asahi liked him so much. “Then…yeah. I’m asking you on a date. But…but it doesn’t have to be, if you don’t want it to be.” It was a battle to keep his voice from shaking, and his cheeks were only growing warmer, but they were also being pushed by a shy smile.

Nishinoya wasn’t helping his nerves, not when he was watching him with such quiet focus instead of his usual bright, welcoming energy. His dark eyes stayed steady on Asahi’s as he leaned on the counter and finally let a grin curve his lips. He was magnetic, making Asahi instinctively mirror Nishinoya’s posture on his side of the counter.

Then, and only then, did Nishinoya finally speak. “Yeah. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Oh.” Asahi hadn’t been expecting a rejection, necessarily, especially after everything he and Miyu had discussed. But the acceptance still made his stomach swoop with excitement, and he felt his smile broaden across his face. Something about that made Nishinoya bite his bottom lip, and the next thing Asahi knew, there were fingers curling into his collar and tugging him across the counter. “Wha—?”

His confusion died on his tongue when he felt soft lips pressing to his cheek. If he’d thought his cheeks were warm before, they were on fire now. He never really understood the phrase “starry-eyed,” but he could guess it was something like the way he felt watching Nishinoya pull away.

“I’m free Friday,” he was saying now, his bright voice cutting through Asahi’s daze. “If you wanted to get out of the store after closing, we could get dinner. There’s a really good curry place a few streets over, with a terrace that Haru likes.”

“You like it too, Yu.” Asahi felt something in the back of his neck twinge from how quickly he looked down, but it was secondary to the shock of hearing Haru speak out loud for the first time. The fox dæmon’s tail was curled around Nishinoya’s ankle, but her ears were perked up as she met Asahi’s gaze. “It’s all lit up with candles instead of the anbaric lamps. Very…atmospheric.” One of her ears twitched as she let out a soft huff that Asahi immediately recognized as a quiet laugh, and he felt his lips stretching into another smile, especially when Nishinoya muttered, “Real subtle, thanks.”

“I think we’re well past being subtle.”

“That sounds great,” Asahi said before Nishinoya could respond. Delight sparked through him when he saw the annoyance drain from Nishinoya’s face as his eyes jerked up to Asahi’s, glittering like the starriest sky with a smile to match.

“Oh! Wow. I mean, great! Great…wow.” Asahi had fallen for Nishinoya’s bright confidence and eager kindness, but he could just as easily fall for his shyness, too. The way he raked his fingers through his hair was all bashful fondness, and it made Asahi’s own fondness bubble through him like champagne. “I’ll come by around closing on Friday, then!”

“Oh, you can come 30 minutes later. I need time to ring up the cashier and clean up.”

“I can help. It’d be worth it for the extra time with you.”

“...Ah.” Well. There was that confidence, as magnetic and disarming as that smile. “Then…I’ll see you at closing.”

“Great! I’ll see you then, Asahi-san.”

The rest of the orders Asahi worked on seemed to pass in a blissful blur. And when he locked up the store that night, he was lost in daydreams of dark eyes, bright smiles, loud words, and soft lips…until he felt a gentle nip at his ankle. He yelped, just barely keeping his keys from leaping out of his hands before he frowned down at Miyu. “What was that for?”

“I told you so!”

He should’ve felt more annoyed at the clear smugness in Miyu’s quivering nose and perky ears, but all he could feel was excitement and grudging gratitude. “Yeah. You did.” He didn’t say anything else, but after he tucked away the keys, he knelt with open arms. Thank you.

Miyu didn’t hesitate to leap into them with a soft chirrup, and as he straightened up and began walking home, he could feel her nestle under his chin. You’re welcome. I’m proud of you.

[hq-cafe]

cold hands

yuu nishinoya x reader. drabble.

Yuu Nishinoya, despite his stature, is an unstoppable force of nature. There’s nothing that can stand in his way or prevent him from being—and he quotes—the best damn boyfriend ever.

Not even your cold hands.

He notices you rubbing them together several times, attempting to create heat with the friction, before breathing warmth into them. A distant memory of you mentioning how easily your hands and feet fall prey to the chill of winter surfaces in his mind.

Before he can think, he’s reaching for your hands, slapping them against his cheeks. He pauses, his mouth slightly parted, eyes widening.

“God, you’re cold!” He exclaims, his gaze alight. The flush on his cheeks might be attributed to the cold weather, but it also might be the embarrassment that washes through him at being this close to you.

You laugh, the sound coming out choppy due to your teeth chattering.

Then Nishinoya��in what he is totally remembering as the coolest boyfriend thing he’s ever done—yanks off his scarf that you nagged at him to wear, wrapping it around your neck. He clasps your hands in his own, bringing them towards his mouth to blow hot puffs of air into them. In the past, Nishinoya felt insecure about how small and unmanly his hands were, like his stature. But now, as long as they’re big enough to shield the frigid chill from leeching the last bits of warmth from your fingers... He rubs his hands over yours, catching your eye.

“We’re gonna have to bring a heater with us whenever we’re out!” he jokes, grinning at you.

“Or maybe.... maybe you could warm me up, Noya,” you murmur, gazing up at him through your lashes.

He nearly loses it then and there. “Oh? Right here? Right now?!” He looks around your surroundings quickly, his voice climbing higher in pitch. “I mean... o-okay babe—if you say so!”

“Not that!” You laugh. “With your hands, your arms—with yourself Noya. You’re so warm~”

Now it’s his turn to be flustered. He glances to the side, pursing his lips.

“You know, I’d prefer to be hot though! Warm kinda sounds too cute for me.”

“You’re smoking hot, babe,” you reassure him, squeezing his hands. “Rolling thunders cause flash fires, after all.”

He whips his head back to you, his mouth agape. “You’re so right—”

“Noya,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter. His spirits are always so easy to lift. “You’re still holding my hand.”

“O-oh!” He relinquishes his hold, but holds onto one of your hands, tugging you towards the direction of the bustling street. “Let’s... let’s grab some coffee or tea or something, okay? That’ll warm you up!” he says, regaining some of his exuberance.

You giggle, following along. It often seems like you’ll follow Nishinoya wherever he decides to go, regardless of what obstacles come between you two.

Nevermind that, at the coffee shop, the barista asks if your kid brother wants anything else to accompany his hot chocolate.

“Coffee stunts your growth!” he protests, waving around his cup fiercely.

“Noya, watch out! Your drink is spilling!”

[dreamingpartone]

this is my full piece from @asanoyazine !! the boys taking in the glow worm caves of Waitomo, New Zealand ✨

[neurodivhq]

Noya adhd HC’s plz!!

《 YUU NISHINOYA 》

.・゜-: ✧ :-　ADHD HEADCANONS　-: ✧ :-゜・．

★ Yuu is very fond of baby birds! He has chickens and he loves playing with them. He names all of them after fruits! His favorite one is an orange one named Pumpkin! They play hide and seek together and he likes to take naps in his chicken coop. :) ☆ Yuu often stims by jumping and hopping around! He’s been described as distracting before, but he really doesn’t mean to distract anyone ★ Yuu also verbally stims! He says a lot of onomatopoeia, like “babam!” and “jajaaaaaaan!” whenever he shows off stuff! He loves making little sound affects!   ☆ Yuu runs a meme page. Definitely. He learned a lot of English, or he started learning English, through memes! ★ Yuu has a hard time learning due to his ADHD, so he tends to keep gum on him! A lot of people with ADHD have oral fixations to where they need stimulation of their mouth, so he likes to chew mint gum! Mint gum is also known to relieve anxiety, so he does it to calm himself down too :) ☆ Like how @/bubbleheadnurse said, he has slow processing! The only exception is volleyball, because it is his main interest. He often spaces out in class and doodles little kaomojis on his pages and his teachers often scold him because he’s “playing” rather than working! ★ Yuu is VERY smart. He’s just a little bit slower at processing things! He takes a long time finishing his school and classwork because of his ADHD and often gets depressed when he can’t finish his work

[kinnie-quarium]

Requested by: @thatoneawkwardhorse !

“Patters in here Hello! Could I possibly get 150 X 150 gif icons of Nishinoya with warm colors like red and yellow? Thank youuuu! - 🔥(you know who)”

FTU WITH CREDIT

-Mod Koi

[haiquestrian]

Uh— Merry Christmas or something— Have an Asahi and Noya .

Mod L

[sleepdeprivation-butediting]

🌈 Anon Asked for us to make something self indulgent!!

🌈 Please like, reblog & credit if you use

- 🌈Mod yams

[kincore-playground]

baby blue and brown asahi/nishinoya wallpaper with self care themes for anon!

i don't feel like i did this right, so i added two versions

i hope these work for you, anon!

[peachy-inserts]

karasuno boys and commitment

request: n/a

warnings: none

a/n: just something I was thinking about, some pure fluff~

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀᴜʟ.

Kageyama settles down. the turbulence within his soul is gone and the crashing waves knocking him over from the inside have finally been pulled in by the tide, and you are his moon, guiding him over the horizon and into safety. he doesn’t feel as if there’s a competition for your love anymore, and is finally more open with his own emotions. he’s willing to let you come to his games now, and cheer him on; he’s not scared anymore.

Tsukishima takes you to his childhood home. he makes sure to plan a visit for when his brother is home as well, secretly excited to show you off to him; he doesn’t need it, but his approval means a lot to him nonetheless. he’s always kept his family and social life separate from one another, so finally letting you meet them is a big step for him. he wants you in all aspects of his life, and is willing to put up with his mother embarrassing for the night. you’re worth it.

Asahi always keeps an extra shampoo in his shower. he wants you to feel at home when you’re with him, to adapt to life living with him so that hopefully you can have a place of your own together some day. he wants to show you how willing he is to provide for you, going out of his way to cultivate his own space into somewhere you’d choose to spend your time, somewhere you may even decorate yourself. he wants to share every aspect of his life with you on a personal level.

Daichi learns to cook with you. he craves domesticity, and almost feels as if he has to prove to you that he’s worth it, that he’d be perfect husband material. he would bring up the idea of children even if you’re still young once he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. he likes to plan your future together, creating the perfect cookie cutter plan of your life as a couple. he daydreams about weddings and simple home life; he can’t wait to grow old with you, and isn’t afraid to express it. he looks forward to everything that you have to offer.

Sugawara lets himself be vulnerable with you. he finally breaks down the exterior he’s built up around himself as everyone else’s support system and shows you how he truly feels, exposing his fears and insecurities and puts them on display. he wears his heart on his sleeve as a test, to see if you’ll stay when you see who he truly is. he swallows the relief of your comfort with a harsh gulp, one that leaves his stomach in knots and his throat burning. he feels safe with you, and establishes a much deeper connection than the one you had before.

Tanaka swears to protect you. this is a vow he makes to you, alone in your room one day after a lazy weekend in; he can’t bear to ever lose you, whether it’s to someone else or worse. he promises to always look out for you, be there for you to cry on, to look up to for support, and to carry you when your legs are weak from the weight of your heart. he doesn’t look at anyone the way he does you, and is your inspiration. he only has eyes for you, and wants to pour his heart out to you. he’s willing to calm down for you, under your spell and hypnotized by the way you smile at his ramblings.

Nishinoya starts taking you out with him when he’s seeing his friends. he wants you to be just as important to them as he is, and visa versa. it’s important to him that you blend in, he loves them dearly and loves you even more, deeply, specially, uniquely. not only does he get to show off, but he establishes your relationship in doing so as something so effortlessly casual, as if it’s meant to be. he puts dedication into your love and wears it proudly, eager to show off. he devotes himself to you and wants to see your joy bleed into every part of his life

Yamaguchi asserts himself. he’s not shy with his emotions anymore and is confident in his feelings, knowing that you love him just as much as he does you. he stands up for himself instead of just for the ones he cares about, and learns just how important communication is. he tries to be strong for you, and although it may be hard, he always has you to fall back on. he won’t let himself be a pushover anymore, because he know how much it hurts you to see him fall. he can stand tall with you by his side.

Hinata teaches you everything he knows about volleyball. it’s consumed his life and given him motivation, kept him going even with dark and moody skies and lifted him higher than he could ever reach on his own, taught him to fly, and now that he’s soaring above the clouds the view below is a picture of the two of you together. he has to share this with you, to show you just how happy this makes him, and you deserve to feel that too. he wants to share with you the roots of his very being and carry you some place you’ll never be afraid.

[hq-crew]

Senpai Squared

A gift for the @hqrarepairexchange for @jeeejae

Enjoy - posted just in time for everyone’s favourite horned owl’s birthday (20/9)

~ Mod Kenma

 For all of Nishinoya’s exuberance, no one would say he wasn’t an observant guy. In fact, quite the opposite. It was as if his golden eyes were always watching, sizing up everything and everyone he encountered. His gaze haunted that which it passed over, lingering like the echoes of distant thunder long after the storm moves on. Being caught by it directly felt a lot like staring straight into oncoming headlights.

It was dangerous.

It was powerful.

It almost made up for the fact he was barely five feet tall.

And Bokuto Koutarou remembers with vivid clarity the first time that gaze was levelled squarely on him.

  He’d moved out to the quiet neighbourhood, approximately a three-hour train ride from his childhood home in the city, to help out his ageing grandfather. The stubborn old man refused the idea of going into a care facility and no amounts of assurances that Bokuto or his sisters would visit regularly, or that there’d be lots of nice nurses and other old people to bitch with – “Your favourite hobby Gramps!” – would change the man’s mind.

Bokuto, whose physiotherapy qualifications gave him the most chance of being employed in a rural setting out of the family (whilst also lacking stable employment or accommodation in the city), was deigned ‘Gramps Carer #1’ and dutifully packed his stuff for a move out to his grandfather’s home town. The move didn’t bother him nearly as much as it bothered the people around him – his grandfather had always been an interesting dude, and his friends were always bitching about some new problem with city life so now he could invite them out to experience suburbia. In Bokuto’s eyes, it was a win-win.

There was also, of course, the fact that the entire population of the town over the age of thirty seemed to love the idea of having a new Physio (fifty perfect because Thank God I’ve Had Back Problems Since the Winter of ’43, and fifty percent because A New Eligible Bachelor This Is The Most Exciting Thing That’s Happened to This Town Since the Yotsuha Scandal). It was kind of fun for Bokuto, being the centre of attention – it almost felt like being famous. Akaashi – his closest friend – warned him not to let it get to his head. Akaashi’s husband and Bokuto’s long time friend Kenma had helpfully offered “I can bring Mario Kart with us when we visit to bring him down a peg or two”.

 We’re a little bit off course here – where were we going? Ah yes, Nishinoya!

 Right, so Bokuto had moved into town - hunky, compassionate, stable job, and most importantly single - and every mother within striking distance has simultaneously taken on the shot-put world record with how quickly they've flung their offspring in his general direction. Bokuto, for his part, thought it was really nice that the ladies around town were worried he didn't have enough friends his own age when he moved here and were introducing him to their kids. When he told his grandfather this, the old man laughed so hard he nearly hacked up a lung.

 Two such mothers were Mitsuri and Akane Nishinoya, who had cottoned on to the one thing many of the other mother were either wilfully ignoring or straight up didn’t see – how Very Much Into Men Bokuto was. Or, to quote Kuroo – Bokuto’s other long-time friend – “No straight man on Earth radiates that much He-Man energy, least of all He-Man himself”. This piece of information worked well for the two women, as it gave their son (their pride, joy, and absolute menace) a fighting chance. Now, they had to orchestrate a means to put said son in front of said Hunky Physio without alerting said son to the fact they were rather Unceremoniously Meddling in his love life, again.

If they’d known what was coming, they’d probably have gone to far less effort.

With that in mind, it might do us some good to actually sit with said son for a moment before the Inevitable Collision. If you’d asked Nishinoya Yuu what he’d thought of the new guy in town, he probably wouldn’t have known what you were talking about. Hey – I said he was observant when it was in front of him, never said he was in any way attuned to local knowledge. When the new arrival had become the talk of the neighbourhood women’s association, he’d been able to dismiss it as idle chatter. After all, the younger Tanaka’s wedding (my boy Ryu) was just long enough ago that they needed something new to fuel the gossip chain.

When it reached his aunt, who was delighted to blather on about how handsome and lovely this new physio was when she’d gone in for some dodgy knee pain, sure, he’d been a little bit annoyed – he relished being the Most Important Man in his spinster aunt’s life – but he could brush it off relatively easily. His aunt wasn’t always to be trusted regarding men, she thought the convenience store guy was “charming”, so Nishinoya told himself her opinions weren’t exactly what one would call ‘in Vogue’ (that is, if he knew what a Vogue was).

But when his own mothers warmly told him about how “helpful” this guy had been when he’d stopped by the store to pick up some plants and wound up being roped into moving some of the heavier pots for the displays, oh, now Nishinoya was Fuming™. Who did this mystery guy think he was? Why was everyone so utterly rapt with him? Was he out here to steal Nishinoya’s title as the town’s Third Hottest Eligible Bachelor? Was he – dread the thought – going for No. 1?

And that sunk it – Nishinoya didn’t know this dude, but he Did Not Like Him.

 Now that we know where Nishinoya was at before the Inevitable Collision, it’s time to return to Bokuto and the moment the two finally managed to get a good look at one another. Mind you, by this stage they’d both managed to ‘see’ one another no less than four times either side and had even had an Awkward Urinal Conversation (which we will not dwell long for a few reasons, least of which is the author – lacking the need to use a urinal – shudders to think of what is discussed over them). But the first time the pair actually managed to sustain eye contact – and or have an Actual Not Urinal Conversation – was a warm, spring day. Bokuto stopped in to the Nishinoya Garden and Flower Emporium to see if he could pick up some new seedlings for his grandpa to give him something new to brag about to his neighbours.

Nishinoya (Yuu) was attempting to fill a very small pot using a very large bag of potting mix which – all variables being equal – was almost always a recipe for disaster. That said, I don’t know if you’ve ever worked in a quiet retail store before, but sometimes making an absolute mess can be a blessing in disguise if it’s particularly slow in the store because at least then you have something to do while you clean up your own mess. Nishinoya shared this sentiment so much that he’d already grabbed the broom, dustpan, brush and bin so that when either of his mothers eventually attempted to chide him for making a mess, he could say “But Ma, look, I’m already cleaning it up – I prepped and everything! I am the Plant Guardian, protector of the pots, nothing’ll happen while I’m here!” and they’d all laugh and leave him be.

 Bokuto knew a grand total of None of This, so when he saw the cute flower shop dude (with the sick dye job – he totally had to ask later about it, maybe that would be his ‘In’, Kuroo always said you needed an ‘In’ to talk to hot people) struggling to heave a bag almost the same size as his tiny body while emptying its contents into a pot, naturally Bokuto jogged right over to help.

 I’d love to tell you it was a beautiful wisp of a moment, where as Bokuto’s hands brushed Nishinoya’s the two boys finally made eye contact and it was as dramatic and beautiful as I said in the opening. The fact I’ve had to put that version of events here (not to mention that I’ve been calling it the Inevitable Collision) should probably give you a better hint of what actually went down – namely Bokuto himself, as he tripped on a small overturned pot on the way over.

Now if that were the end of it, if he’d just gone down like the sack of flour Akaashi always joked that he was whenever he tried to ask for piggyback rides, it may not have been so terrible. Awkward, sure, but not terrible.

But this is Bokuto Koutarou, the only person on Earth who must apply 110 percent to everything, even falling over. This manifested in a sequence of events as follows: Bokuto slammed his hand on the closest table to try and steady himself, but his hunky bodyweight and the strange angle of the attempted grapple meant that all he did was cause two of the table’s legs to give out from underneath it and, with it, pots of newly planted geraniums flew straight up (Yuu swears, to this day, that he heard the Ave Maria as these poor flowers sailed through the air) and shattered onto the floor. The seedling pots that were closer to the now-broken legs rapidly slid down the table towards aforementioned beautiful disaster Koutarou, dumping their contents onto his defeated horned-owl hair.

 A beat of absolute, ungodly silence followed.

For those wondering, no, the two were not alone in the store. There was a couple being served by Akane Nishinoya which made Four Witnesses for the Worst Moment of Koutarou’s Life (So Far). I should clarify that he wasn’t actually injured by the fall, except from the fatal blow to his ego and his perceived chances with the cute plant-store employee.

 Currently in the throes of what his best friend Akaashi would call a “low mood” and what Kuroo would call “AGONY” complete with dramatic shirt-ripping,  Bokuto Koutarou looked up from the floor, covered in dirt and broken pottery pieces and the shame of a thousand suns and for the first time he met the dangerous golden gaze of one very baffled Nishinoya Yuu.  

If you asked Bokuto Koutarou, he’d tell you – without flinching – that he knew in that moment that he wanted to spend the rest of his life keeping that gaze centred on him.  

 Because as Nishinoya’s eyes moved along his body, sunlight moved through Bokuto’s whole being – warm pinpricks that left him burning until they arrived back at Bokuto’s owl-like gaze. As their eyes met again, the gold in Nishinoya’s eyes melted into unbridled mirth.

 A chuckle.

 Then another.

 And another.

 And like the building of rain from droplets to a storm, suddenly Nishinoya Yuu was cackling so hard he dropped the large bag of potting mix and had to lean on the counter for support.

Bokuto Koutarou was in love. Nishinoya Yuu was having a hysterical workday.

  “You should have seen it Shouyou! The pots went everywhere, this dude flipped a table and-and–”

“OOOOHHH! What did your moth-hey-wait-WHAT ABOUT NATSU’S SPECIAL POT!!”

“Don’t worry! Ma moved the ‘most prized artwork’ earlier this week to the orchid shelf! But Shouyou-this guy-I swear-”

Hinata Shouyou breathed out his relief – his sister would have been devastated had she discovered the art project pot she’d made and given to the Favourite Senpai Ever was a casualty of this bizarre new arrival into the store.  Nishinoya was a good friend (one of the few people on Earth shorter than him, to his eternal delight) and an even better senpai – he’d made it his personal mission to keep an eye on both Shouyou and Natsu growing up.

As they sat in the bar that Hinata had been meaning to come back to just to stick out his tongue at the bouncer because well now he was old enough (hah!), Nishinoya had regaled his old school friends and anyone close enough to listen with the Tale of his Workday. A lot of Nishinoya’s old friends liked to joke that only Nishinoya possessed the storytelling skill to make a ten second encounter into a fable in four acts, which was best delivered to a rapt audience of underclassmen – it was almost a shame that Kageyama was overseas and Tsukishima and Yamaguchi had major assessments due. That left only Hinata who, don’t tell anyone, was Nishinoya’s favourite audience member because he had the best reactions. Nishinoya’s hiccupping guffaws chorused with Hinata’s excited crow noises and for a moment you’d really believe someone had let a murder of crows into a bar.  

Hinata sat next to his senpai and undertook in perhaps one of his rarest past-times – he thought. Now that he was older and wiser (supposedly) he felt like he should help his senpai out. After all, he’d provided glowing references (didn’t matter for what – Nishinoya, it turns out, could hype Hinata to anyone for any reason at all) and helped him out with his homework (with support, not with content), so now they had managed to progress to being friends without the insurmountable Senpai Wall between them.

Nishinoya was still cackling, dissolving into fits of giggles with each mental replay of the scene, each detail that remained stuck in his mind’s eye. He gripped Hinata’s shirt, struggling to make coherent noises come out of his mouth between the choking gasps of truly chaotic amusement. The back of Nishinoya’s mind registered that wow Hinata had gotten really buff since his holiday in Argentina but was so stuck on this fUCKINGH LUNATIC oH My GoD that the preceding thought sunk back down into the recesses of his consciousness. Even Hinata couldn’t stop giggling at the sight of Nishinoya absolutely losing it and the two remained in a cycle of giggles.

“I almost wanna talk to the guy, y’know? Like what a dude.”

Oooh. The smallest seed of an idea planted itself in Hinata’s brain.

“I mean, I gotta give him a hard time for the table-pfft-and-the-” more giggles, followed by a deep shaking breath as Nishinoya attempted (he really attempted) to compose himself. “-but-anyway-I mean… Maybe he’ll be a bro, y’know, because man, I’m so proud of Ryu, but like, I miss him – am I allowed to miss him while he’s on honeymoon? ‘Cause I fuckinbg miss my bro-”

The seed germinated into a tiny sprout.

“-and if nothing else I need someone to help me find this New Guy – have I told you ‘bout the New Guy – don’t get me started Sho, this guy I don’t even get it who is he where did he come from-”

Now that was like Plant Steroid to Hinata’s growing idea. Unfortunately for Hinata he has the world’s worst poker face, so as the idea bloomed rapidly, the entire bar heard the excited crow screech.

“oooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Noya-noya-I’ll help you find the plant-guy!!! I’ll do it!!! I know who he is!!!”

“You DO!?! Why didn’t you say so Sho! C’mon! The night is young, let’s find this plant-killer!”

The two tumbled out of the bar with determination, but upon realising Nishinoya had an opening shift (where he was probably going to have to repair the damage done by the Plant-Killer) and Shouyou had training, they resolved to make a plan during the more reasonable daylight hours to find the mystery New Guy and befriend the walking disaster.

As the two parted ways, only one of them knew those were the same person. And so, Hinata’s Great Idea took root.

  Hinata’s Great Idea could be broken down into four steps –

1.      Bring Nishinoya and Bokuto together

2.      Nishinoya and Bokuto bond!

3.      Two Awesome Senpais!!!!!!

4.      ???????????????? …kiss?

Point Four was…contentious. He decided to sort that out another day.

For now, he was focused on Point 1 – bringing them together. He already had Nishinoya on board, which meant he only needed the other half of the Brainless Beefcake Bundle (author’s words, not Hinata’s). Luckily for him, he sort-of-kind-of-had-definitely-spoken-to-maybe-once Bokuto which in Hinata’s books meant they were at least good enough friends to invite him to go for a run. The fizzy-drink bubbling sensation in Hinata’s chest when Bokuto agreed could be chalked up to the excitement of a new running buddy and not to whatever emotions lingered behind the question marks in Point Four.

 Dawn’s soft light filtered through the trees, illuminating the last wisps of a misty morning. As the world was painted in purples, pinks and yellows, Bokuto could only focus on orange.

Bokuto was thrilled, confused, but thrilled, to be out running with the tiny orange blur. He’d encountered the blur in passing so it was nice to actually attempt to get a look at the face. He wasn’t making much headway though, because whenever he got close the orange blur made a frankly adorable little screeching noise and powered off. It was fun, though, the thrill of chasing after someone full tilt. Akaashi and Kuroo were both too busy to race him, and Kenma would honestly rather die than run. This sprinting, this chasing, was freeing. He’d forgotten how much he enjoyed this.

The blur was getting farther and farther away as Bokuto remained deep in thought. The blur made a confused wail, bobbing in the distance. Right! They were racing! Well if he wanted a race, let’s give him a race! Bokuto threw all his strength into chasing the blur, screaming all the way as he did. The cold air burned into his lungs as his steps pounded into the ground, one after another. He closed the distance between them, grinning ear to ear as he did. The blob wasn’t giving up without a fight and charged onwards, elated. The pair’s joyful screams echoed along the mountains and well into the sunny morning.

If you asked Bokuto what he remembered most from that moment about the blur he’d come to know as Hinata Shouyou, he would have said the instant he raced past him and spotted those wide, hungry brown eyes that watched him like they craved everything he had to give.

  When Hinata had told Noya to just “leave it to me” regarding the Table-Flipping Menace, the expectation had been that the second meeting would occur somewhere neutral like a park or bar or even that boba tea store that Tsukishima had worked at over the summer and they’d all relentlessly teased him for.

Suffice to say Hinata’s apartment was not the expected middle ground. Not that Noya minded – Hinata’s apartment was bright, clean but well-lived in, and had lots of fun mementos from Hinata’s travels abroad. Noya felt a lot of fondness for the place, most recently because he’d been asked to house-sit for a three-month stint so it still registered in the back of his mind as ‘home’. It was all the little details that made it so undeniably Shouyou – posters from their school events together, one of Natsu’s artworks (framed, and signed by the artist herself), a chipped planter that Noya had picked out as a housewarming gift and had somehow managed to survive living here, dozens of foreign knick-knacks on a shelf that seemed to grow more and more strained with each sojourn around the world, and of course the photos. They covered a whole wall (right up to the ceiling too, and you could see which ones Kageyama had helped with and which ones Hinata had done with a ladder and gusto based on how crooked they were). Noya was proud to say he featured in a large portion of them, though the catalogue of his bad hair decisions was a little embarrassing.

When Noya turned up, snacks and drinks in hand, the only thing that looked decidedly out of place in Hinata’s apartment was one very confused Table Flipping Menace. The TFM hovered awkwardly, as if not sure where to sit or what he was allowed to touch – though the way his eyes darted as they tried to soak in the sheer magnitude of personality in Shouyou’s apartment screamed excitement. Noya knew it was the TFM because he’d never forget a haircut that cool – a mental reminder to talk to Sakeo about upping his ante – and because when the TFM’s eyes finally landed on him Noya had to fight the urge to giggle. The Ave Maria played on repeat in his head.

“Oh! Oh! Nishinoya-senpai! You’re here!!” Hinata bounded over, making sure to put Noya’s offerings down before throwing all his weight at him in a hug that was more collision than anything else. Noya crushed him close in return, squeezing Shouyou’s not-actually-scrawny-any-more body and something akin to a memory attempted to wriggle its way to the surface of Noya’s mind. Unfortunately, it took too long to dig itself up, because just after their hug finished, he heard “Bokuto-senpai!”

Nishinoya felt the recoil of that emotional slap to the face for about a week after this moment.

“Bokuto-senpai, this is Nishinoya-senpai! Nishinoya-senpai’s the coolest – he works at the plant store with his mums, you met them, they’re super nice, and he went to school with me and one time he an-”

“Hey hey, let’s not spoil all my good stories at once!” A quick ruffle to Hinata’s hair (despite the mock offense with which the gesture was received) and Noya finally got a good look at the monster of a TFM who was standing there.

Noya was used to tall people – no surprises there – but this guy exuded a completely different presence. Everything about him seemed to be screaming ‘look at me – I’m worth watching’, from the way that he moved (even awkwardly) to the way he spoke. He radiated an energy you couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t that ethereal, passive beauty that drew people in either – like Blessed and Holy Kiyoko-no, Tanaka-san, or God’s Gift to Humanity Sugawara Koushi – but it was something different. Something strange. Something Noya decided he’d add to the list of things he was going to work out (like ‘why they teach useless maths in school’ and ‘how on Earth did Daichi manage to outdrink them at every opportunity’).

Well, no time like the present, he figured. “Nice to finally get a name for our plant-killer! I’m Nishinoya Yuu, guardian of the plants, friend to this little loser,” a quick noogie to Hinata’s head, for good measure, “and best senpai ever! So ‘Bokuto’?” The TFM’s – Bokuto? – eyes went wide. “Tell me ‘bout yourself!”

The TFM – who had been eyeing him with one of those expressions Noya could never tell was romantic interest or constipation – jolted to life suddenly. Introductions quickly gave way to apologies, “Please tell your family I’m super sorry again about the table I don’t even know what happened,” then to stories of adventures and misdemeanours as the little group found their own awkward rhythm of chaos and laughter. Hinata’s neighbours did tell them to keep it down at one point when the screaming (from all three parties) got a little intense, but all that did was reduce three grown adults to little children stifling giggles.

By the time night fell, Noya was no closer to working out what it was about Bro-kuto (as he was now saved in his phone) that intrigued him, but honestly, he didn’t really mind.

 “Bro-ku-to!!! Get your ass up this second! Let’s go let’s go!”

Bokuto mumbled a hazy ‘Datekou?’ between snores. Answering Kuroo’s panicked three-am call about which tie he should wear to his big client meeting – whilst not a regret because he loved his friend and wanted to see him do well – was evidently not a smart decision for his sleep schedule.

Bokuto rolled over and snuggled back into his pillow, floating into dreamland. He was receiving a medal, and as they hung it over his neck, he could hear the crowd cheering him on, chanting his name – Bokuto! Bokuto!

“Bokuto! Bokuto!!! Wake up!!!” Noya shook the puddle that called itself Bokuto Koutarou as vigorously as he could to no avail. You may be wondering how it was Nishinoya Yuu managed to make it inside Bokuto senior’s house to start shaking him. The open window provides some clues but raises more questions, especially given that it’s two floors up. The answer was simple: Nishinoya Yuu had performed a stunning homage to Da Bois Night (Summer Edition – The Remix), not that Noya was familiar with the word ‘homage’. If he was able to climb the outside of their concrete school in the rain, then getting into an open window on a sunny morning on a brick house was easy.  

Bokuto was still sleeping like the dead, mouth hanging open and all, and Noya needed a new plan. Noya however was not a ‘plan-man’. He took a couple of steps back, drew all his breath in, and then… “Rrrrrooling THUNDER!!!!”

Flinging himself with all the force he could muster, he attempted to tackle Bokuto off his bed. His shoulder slammed into the small of Bokuto’s back, which succeeded not only in making Bokuto yelp but also moving enough of his body that the mass of limbs and blankets rolled off the bed with a loud thump.

The blanket mass that now contained two useless disasters simultaneously started groaning and laughing from the floor. Bokuto untangled himself from the sheets to find Noya laughing in what had since become characteristic of their friendship, and he couldn’t stop himself from giggling along. Soon both were cackling, and each time one tried to stop the other would make eye contact, or say something, or in one notable case snort ungracefully, and the two would simply start all over again.  

Their laughter echoed down the halls. His grandfather, thankfully, had hearing aids which he took out at night. The man couldn’t hear a thing without them.

 Once they’d managed to calm down (and put most of Bokuto’s sheet’s back on his bed, which Noya had then jumped on and flopped into like some kind of demanding cat), Bokuto decided to at least try and do his normal morning routine. This attempt at normalcy was somewhat thwarted by Noya’s commentary and fashion advice. “Grab the pink shirt!” “Sick I love this– wait, shit, I’ve got work later.” “What about flamingos hula-hooping is unprofessional? They’re hardworking animals!”

“Can you grab me the gel?” “You use the pine one? God, no wonder you always smell like air freshener.” “Hey! I’ll have you know my friends say I smell ‘rugged’ and ‘not overbearing’.” “Dude.”  

“Is that how you get it to stick up?!” “Duh, makes more sense like this!” “Bokuto, my man, I may have seriously underestimated you. You may actually be one of the coolest people I know. And I know plenty of cool people.” “Yeah, your aunt is awesome.” “Not who I meant, but damn straight.”

 As Bokuto flipped back down from the bar in the doorway where he’d been hanging upside down, Noya absently checked his phone. Normally, Bokuto would have found the scrunch of Nishinoya’s nose rather cute, but there was something in the furrow of his brows that filled Bokuto with confusion. He flopped down next to (or more accurately, around) Noya, attempting to peek at his phone. Noya chuckled lightly, swatting him away with a bat of his hand. No luck. Bokuto leaned closer and watched those eyes as they skimmed over messages, gold tarnished with worry the further down the conversation they got. Noya’s dyed tuft (now a bright green thanks to a bet with Shouyou) had started to fall in front of his eyes but he was ignoring it.

What Nishinoya Yuu could not ignore was when a hand that was not his own moved the hair for him.

Their eyes met, and among other flitting thoughts that struck Nishinoya in that moment, one was how Bokuto’s hand was easily bigger than his face. Another was how nice his hair looked down, even though it was still pretty sick gelled up. Another was how much fun this loud dude was. How much he made him laugh, made him stronger, challenged him, excited him. How lucky he was that he’d flipped a goddamn table in his little plant shop.

The last was how sharp and wild and fucking terrified Bokuto’s owl-like eyes were.

He leaned his head softly into the hand that was so close, that was bigger than his face, and turned his eyes once more to Bokuto, who looked every bit as hopeful as he looked amazed.

Nishinoya was an observant guy.

He didn’t see the kiss coming at all.  

  Epilogue – Shouyou

  When the two of them told Hinata the good news, Hinata was elated! The Great Idea had come to fruition! It worked! Two awesome senpais!

 He was so elated, in fact, that the first thing he did was grab Nishinoya and kiss him, before barrelling into Bokuto and jumping into his arms.

 Wait. Shit.

 Well, that explains Point Four.  

 You could hear the echoes of their laughing, of their joy – a flock of loud, excited birds – all the way up the mountainside.

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No one requested: Some Nishinoya GIF icons!

♡♡♡ Hee hoo I just got a couple gifs... maybe I’ll figure out how to edit them? Until then you get these <3  ♡♡♡

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Hi there! Your writing is so amazing! I can’t wait to see more of your stuff! I just had the cutest idea! So like, what if Noya had a crush on this one girl that’s friends with like the whole team, and then after one particularly tough game that they won, she just runs up to him and hugs him tightly, telling the entire team how great they did and maybe treating them all to lunch/dinner as a reward? Take your time lovely!

Ahh Anon 😭😭 Thank you so much you’re too sweet 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 This was such a cute idea!! Hope you enjoy 💗 Nishinoya You couldn’t believe your eyes. Karasuno had actually won. Shiratorizawa had been undefeated for so long, people had forgotten what it was like for them to actually lose. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes as you watched the team who you’d seen grow so much this year beat one of their toughest rivals. Your eyes were focused on one particular individual however. If it hadn’t been for him, there was no way they would’ve been able to get past Ushiwaka and his ruthless serves. You felt yourself get out of your seat in the stands and rush outside to wait for the team to emerge from the doors. The excitement you felt was so hard to contain, and the tears falling from your eyes still hadn’t stopped.

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As soon as the flash of orange and black uniforms were in front of you, your feet were already moving on their own. Nishinoya noticed you right away and began waving. “Hey!! /Name/!! There you ar-“ you cut him off as you crashed into his chest with your arms wrapped around him. “Noya!! You were amazing! All of you...amazing..” You managed to cough out between sobs. You could feel Nishinoya freeze up for a few seconds before his arms squeezed you back and a hand ruffled through your hair. “Well, I had to show off for my favorite person, didn’t I?”

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The second you two separated, you both shared a big, dorky grin with each other as the rest of the team watched on in support. You could feel your cheeks flush up a bit, but luckily you could see Nishinoya was a bit red in the face too. “Let me take you all out to eat. My treat for a great game!” You said, still wiping tears from your eyes. Cheers erupted from the other teammates as Nishinoya enveloped your hand with his. Your bank account would take a bit of a stumble, but in your eyes, it was definitely worth it.

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Have you every played DDLC? if you haven't thats fine but your whole "thinking of Nishinoya as if hes real " thing makes me think of whats-her-face [ Mod would like to say her name is Monica they just remembered ] and now im thinking of Nishinoya saying "But I am real Kai " in a school girls outfit with his hair in a ponytail smiling at you while everybody else is kinda gone and thats scary why would you put that in my head

i have!! and monika was actually my favorite character in it LMAO

is it bad that i’d like that? bc i probably would. JFDVBHFCSB THE THING IS WOULD IT BE ‘Just Noya’ OR ‘Just Yuu’ OR ‘Just Nishi’