#nekokara

[areioshq]

Sorry.

[keouil]

inside me, a family

“and for god’s sake,” kuroo yells in the direction of the entrance. “can someone please get tsukki off flyer distribution! he’s scaring more people off than inviting them!” 3k. karasuno/nekoma. fluff. also on ao3.

“Nekokara.”

“What are you,” Suga grimaces. “A fujoshi? Why does it matter which team name comes first in the banner?”

Kuroo’s stubborn expression doesn’t budge an inch, nor does his posture. “Nekokara.”

“Karaneko,” Daichi suddenly pipes up, surprising everyone in the room. Noya and Tanaka have somehow strategically slithered their way at each of his side, very much looking like his personal bodyguards as they set to agreeing very loudly and verbally all the while massaging their captain’s shoulders. Go, Daichi-san! Defend our honor!

“Oh god,” Suga breathes out, palming his forehead. “Don’t tell me you’re in on this too?”

Daichi just smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. It doesn’t escape Suga’s notice that doing so just forces his muscles to protrude from his already annoyingly jacked chest, making even Kuroo stand up straighter. 

"Karaneko,” Daichi repeats, pitching his voice lower and more demandingly. 

Kuroo’s eyes slant to a glare, nostrils flaring slightly. Tora has somehow also miraculously materialized by his side, clamping a hand on his shoulder as he—just like Noya and Tanaka—begins his own verbal back-up of his captain.

“Neko—”

“Good Lord this will never end,” Yaku suddenly cuts in, stepping in between both teams and glaring long and hard at each captain until some of their confidence withers just so. Daichi defers almost immediately, while Kuroo pathetically lasts about five pitiful seconds. “Karaneko, Nekokara, whatever. It doesn’t matter. Shouldn’t we get started on more important things like how we’re actually going to pull off a damn bake sale?”

Kuroo opens his mouth to counterargue, but is, once again, pathetically silenced by Yaku immediately sending a seething look his way. It’s purely out of self-preservation that he shrinks into himself and zips his mouth altogether.

Yaku uses the temporary shift in power dynamics to pass around scraps of paper, aided by Asahi and Kai who also just want to get it over with. 

“How the hell did we even get stuck with each other?” Tanaka whines, peering over the activity pamphlet for the coming week. “We’re not even from Tokyo. Coming here isn't cheap, you know.”

“Don’t you guys normally do this with Fukurodani?” Daichi says, squinting down at the roles Nekoma—meaning a vengeful Kuroo—had taken upon themselves to suggest under “recommendations”. Suga boldly rejects half of them on the spot. There is absolutely no way you’re letting my precious Tsukki be a garbage boy, Kuroo, the kid can’t even clean his own glasses. 

“I’m not doing it with those private school kids again,” Tora huffs, annoyed. “Did you know they bring an actual physical therapist every time? Bokuto-san keeps complaining his arms cramp up from mixing the batter bowl every 5 minutes. And Akaashi just lets him!”

“Are you…” Suga blinks, slowly turning his head his way after giving Kuroo a scolding of a lifetime. “Did you just call us poor?”

All the color drains out of Tora’s face. Tanaka is quick to roll his sleeves up, sensing his senpai’s growing dissent, and is already making his way over to maybe pound Tora’s hairless head into the underground all the good that senseless brain does him—

“Maa, maa,” Kuroo strolls in between them just in time, after remembering he was actually Nekoma’s captain and that actually meant something and damn these crows. “The bake sale tradition raises money for both teams and boosts community morale among schools. And I just thought, well, wouldn’t it be nice for us dumpster kids to stick together?”

Daichi squints at him, disbelieving.

Kuroo surrenders. “Alright fine,” he sighs. “Coach made us draw lots. I can count in one hand all the schools Tora doesn’t have a restricting order against for picking fights with, but it’s kinda slim pickings. We’re just glad we didn’t get Itachiyama.”

"Damn,” Noya whistles his approval. “I pity whoever they end up with.”

Kai winces. “Then you’d better send your regards to Inarizaki.”

“The Hyogo powerhouse?” Asahi widens his eyes. “But doesn’t their setter and the Itachiyama ace have beef?”

Suga chokes on the water he was chugging, “Since when do you know the word beef?!” At the same time Yaku makes an ominous sign of the cross, mumbling his prayers for Kita. “May the Inari Okami be with you, Kita-san.”

“Alright guys, that’s enough,” Daichi clasps his hands together, earning a flinch from Asahi. “We don’t have time to be worried about the other schools. Anyone else notice how quiet it’s been for the past hour?”

Kuroo glances around the empty classroom, sniffing and assessing. Suga is already preparing his thinly veiled threats at whatever mayhem they were bound to discover at leaving their first years unattended. Daichi is just about to ask where the hell is everyone when a decidedly loud, horror-movie-piercing scream rumbles its way outside the hall.

A beat of silence passes.

Daichi and Kuroo exchange wary looks. “Your kid or mine?”

Kuroo just about has his mouth open to reply, when Suga stomps his way past everyone in a decisive manner, cracking his knuckles as he comes face to face with the door.

“I don’t care whose kid it is,” Suga warns, giving them a look over his shoulder. “They’re dead.”

-

“A little to the right.”

…

“I said right, Tanaka-san,” Kuroo snaps, baring his teeth. “Or we could always have Yaku spot you instead if you prefer?”

Tanaka stiffens as he holds unto the welcome banner, trying not to move too much unless he disrupts the structural integrity of the ladder he was precariously balanced on. Kenma was somewhere at the bottom and, he’s not entirely sure, but he thinks he saw him whipping out his PSP instead of holding the ladder steady like he was instructed. Tanaka's life is literally on the line and no one cares.

“Oi Rapunzel,” Kuroo barks, again, impatient. “Are we boring you?”

These goddamn cats, Tanaka thinks. Leave it to Kuroo to let Kenma off the hook again.

“N-no, Kuroo-san,” Tanaka mumbles shakily, moving the banner inch by painstaking inch until he feels Kuroo’s glare at his back dwindle into something like mild approval. 

“Kenma,” he calls out suddenly, his tone softening. “Come here and check?”

Oh great yeah okay, Tanaka muses as he seethes with the wall, With Kenma it’s a question mark and gentle tone. With everyone else he’s an unrelenting dictator. 

He feels movement below him as Kenma lets go of the single (!!!) hand he was gripping the ladder with rather precariously, that Tanaka has to plant his palms for purchase with the wall just not to topple over completely. 

“What the hell—?” Tanaka turns, spotting Kenma’s mismatched head of hair, ready to swear down a number of profanities that’d make his own sister proud.

That is until he meets eyes with Kuroo and his single raised eyebrow. Almost protective, almost a challenge, almost a threat.

These goddamn cats.

-

“And for God’s sake,” Kuroo yells in the direction of the entrance. “Can someone please get Tsukki off flyer distribution! He’s scaring more people off than inviting them!”

Suga makes a face. Kuroo, native Tokyoite and just generally less introverted than everyone else, has since taken complete dictatorship of the planning committee for this supposed joint bake sale. He’s barked orders, threatened his own members, made Asahi cry once, got into multiple fights with Yaku, and repeatedly made clear to Bokuto that he absolutely cannot come and help because he will not come and help and Do you want all of our cupcakes gone before opening day? Cause Bokuto will 100% eat them all. Think of the children, Suga-san. 

Suga is convinced he’s a little loose on the head and could potentially be a little unhinged, but they were country bumpkins who didn’t know the first thing about holding an organized event in Japan’s capital, and so lets him be for the most part.

Daichi, however, has always rebelled where Kuroo is concerned. 

“Sorry,” Daichi says, straightening his back after carrying a box of measuring cups in. “But did I just hear you order around my first year?”

“There is no my and yours here anymore, Daichi-san,” Kuroo bats his eyes at him sweetly, smiling. “We’re a team now, remember?”

Daichi arches a brow, unconvinced and unyielding. “My first year, my demands.”

“Who trained him to be the middle blocker he is today?” Kuroo raises his chin.

Daichi is immune to 6-footer-intimidation-tactics. “Pretty sure his brother.”

That shuts Kuroo up straight away. Daichi’s shit eating grin that follows isn’t missed by anyone in the gym, and if possible, even a few members of Nekoma howl in pleasure. 

“If we’re staking claim on just anyone now because this bake sale is apparently a lawless land,” Suga suggests pointedly from behind the counter, assembling an array of pastry brushes. “I veto Lev out of marketing.”

“What the hell has he ever done to you?!” Yaku shrieks by his side, halting his own arrangement of rolling pins. Kuroo is quick to follow up with, “The kid has the emotional comprehension of a five year old. He can’t even hurt a cat. We’ve seen it ourselves.”

By the water coolers, Tora begins nodding so vigorously Tanaka has to grab his head in fear of whiplash. Even Kai, setting up chairs and tables with Asahi and Noya, looks the slightest bit defensive. 

“I have nothing against him,” Suga is quick to ammend. “But if he doesn’t stop offering 50% discounts, he’ll bleed us dry soon before we’ve even started.”

Kuroo gasps, affronted. "Lev did no such thing!"

Suga is just about to reply when they hear footsteps outside the door, making out a symphony of girlish laughs along with a decidedly male voice that sounded just like Lev accompanying them, singsongly promising: And that’s not all! First 30 customers also get a free picture with our captain! He's over 200cm, you know!

Kuroo’s shoulders slump. He blinks once, twice.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

-

"Kageyama, take off your shirt."

"Absolutely not," Daichi wheezes, stepping forward in front of Kageyama at the same time Suga seizes hold of the hem of his shirt, pinning it in place. "What the fuck, Kuroo."

Kuroo groans, pinching the bridge of his noise. "Look," he says, pointing at them. "The way I see it, someone needs to start showing some skin around here or we're going to lose."

Suga gives him an incredulous look, inching closer to Kageyama protectively, who still looked like a fish out of water munching on a test batch cookie Ennoshita and Narita asked him to try. "And you thought the minor was the way to go?"

"He's Oikawa's protege, isn't he?" Kuroo points out, matter-of-factly.

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Daichi gestures wildly, exasperated.

Kuroo blinks. "Oh," he says. "You guys don't know."

Suga feels uneasy. "Know what."

Kuroo leans in, conspiratorially, like he's about to drop top-secret national-level information. "A classmate from econ class told me another bake sale was happening in the next building over. Another Miyagi and Tokyo collaboration."

"And?" Daichi furrows his brows. "There's hundreds of volleyball teams in Sendai."

Kuroo hushes him, not kindly. "Yeah, but no offense, up until a few months ago there really was only 2 schools other prefectures gave a fuck about." 

Suga's expression is a mix of confusion and annoyance. "You couldn't possibly mean—"

"Oh, but I very well do," Kuroo grins, a sliver of teeth peeking through at the corners. "Favorites Seijoh and Shiratorizawa are apparently causing quite the ruckus and have already made their goal twice over. Ask me how."

Now it was Daichi's time to groan.

Kuroo snaps at him again, impatient. "Just do it, Sawamura! Am I asking for the world!"

Daichi grits his teeth, before letting out a very painful, very slow and labored, "How."

Kuroo's grin turns absolutely maniacal as he looks Kageyama up and down. "They're holding an auction to date Oikawa or Ushijima for a day."

"Shut up," Suga gushes at him, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "They are not."

"Are too!" Kuroo squeals, growing more excited. "And didn't you hear me? They've met their goal. Twice. At this point they've probably funded at least another generation of those annoying preppy school athletes."

"It's not a competition," Daichi reminds him.

"Says the loser," Kuroo quips back.

Daichi holds his arms up in surrender, exasperated. "We are literally on the same team. Literally. You just said so like, five minutes ago. What I make, you make."

"Exactly," Kuroo zeroes in on him, sliding a hand over his shoulder and peering closer at him, eyes dilated and full of corporate greed. "And I want to secure a future for my kouhai," he continues, saying the next part in a deceptively enticing voice, "And you want that too, don't you?"

Suga feels his insides churn. "Daichi," he starts. "Wait. Don't—"

In the next second, Daichi's posture straightens into that of unyielding determination. The fine set of his shoulders and the arch of his jaw, so stubbornly straight and piercing. Suga blanches. Kageyama stiffens. They both recognize that look, know Daichi has gone to a point of no return and no amount of pleading will get through to him anymore. Suga is starting to seriously come to terms with the fact he might seriously have to end the day a cat murderer. 

Daichi turns to Kuroo. "What do you need us to do?"

Oh God, Suga thinks, Kageyama is going to need so much therapy after this.

-

“Mom and Dad are fighting.”

"What the fuck,” Tsukishima says at the same time Kageyama snaps his head in Hinata’s direction to tell him, “No, they’re not.”

Hinata’s scowl deepens, a prickle at the back of his neck telling him to go against anything Kageyama believes in out of sheer principle. “Yes, they are.”

“No,” Kageyama stomps over to him, completely ignoring the baking pans Daichi asked him to clean. He makes sure to stand up straighter and lord that extra head of height over him. “They are not. Shut up.”

"Are too," Hinata taunts. "I heard them saying your name over and over again, too! Suga-san said something about putting his foot down. You did something, didn't you?"

Kageyama's eyes flicker briefly down at his shirt, before rising to glare at Hinata again. "Shut up! Did not!

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Tsukishima can’t believe what he’s seeing nor hearing. “You guys,” he tries to keep his voice level. “You guys seriously don’t call Daichi-san and Suga-san… Mom and Dad… right?” he laughs, an airy thing. “Right?”

They can’t even hear him, good lord. They’re in another one of those intensely and homoerotically charged eye contact competitions that not even Daichi can penetrate no matter how hard he tries. He gives it another few minutes before one of them—inevitably Hinata who has to strain his head just to even keep going—blinks because he needs to and cries out unjust treatment of the marginalized. 

Stop trying to make short people oppression a thing, Yamaguchi snaps at him when he's caught in the crossfire. It’s never going to be a thing.

Kageyama always walks away smirking in satisfaction, maybe even a little amusement. 

Tsukishima is sick of their back and forth and feels himself one more unwilling third wheel event before he locks them in a room and forces them to play 7 Minutes in Heaven or no volleyball forever again. And yes, he does mean forever: Daichi will simply have to find another setter and decoy.

“You guys are so fucking weird,” he mumbles instead, walking away to grab another stack of fliers to distribute around the block. Before he leaves he thinks he can hear Kuroo calling out for him, but when has Tsukki ever listened to his seniors? 

-

The first half hour into the bake sale, they are a well-oiled machine. 

Asahi, man of few words but will get triggered by potentially anything and everything, is highly encouraged—in Kuroo's words, with an underbite that absolutely threatened more than encouraged—to have the least amount of human interaction. Hence his current one-sided conversation with the wall as he diligently tied ribbons into cupcake boxes. Noya and Yaku, on the completely other end of the spectrum, the fastest of both teams and able to weasel their way into everything undetected much like subway rats: into the makeshift tables they go, cleaning up every drop of icing that so much as threatens to fall, and gone by the next second like wind. 

The merry band of freshmen six footers—Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Lev, Inuoka—are designated waiters. If they're good for anything, which they are not, then let them be at least good looking coat hangers. 

Hinata and Suga man the cashiers, Kenma making a digital receipt of every order as they go so they can track their progress easily. Kuroo and Daichi are the welcome committee, ushering customers into seats and able to spontaneously go into a passionate elevator pitch about the highs and lows of highschool volleyball on the spot that has all the mothers ordering at least another box of cupcakes to take home.   

The rest of the team are slotted into respective roles that they attack with the same kind of devotion as they do in volleyball. Passionate, earnest, and all relishing in the integrity of a job well done. Karasuno and Nekoma, really and truly, at their core; work surprisingly well together. Maybe the best out of most teams in Miyagi and Tokyo.

And so all goes well for the first thirty minutes since the doors to the gym open and business is so far good. All goes well and everyone gets along and no cupcake is burnt and no first year is wreaking havoc unprompted.

All that is, until, well:

"Oh my god," one of the customers gush, pointing to Kageyama. "Isn't that Kageyama Tobio? Oikawa-san's kouhai?"

Kageyama stiffens, almost drops a plate full of piping hot egg tarts straight into Kai's lap. "I-I—"

Suga already clocked the customer from a mile away and was already heading over their way.

But Kuroo, longer limbs, gets there faster.

"Why, yes," he grins at them, pleased, beckoning Kageyama over. "That is, in fact, Kageyama Tobio in the flesh. Genius setter in the up and up."

Daichi squeezes the bottle of water he was holding onto, making murder eyes at Kuroo from across the room. Kuroo meets it with a glint of his own that could only say: Since you're not willing to pimp your freshmen out, let me. 

The girls gush at the confirmation. More people notice. Some of them take out their phones and start rapidly typing.

"Oh my gosh!" one of them shout. "I knew it! I recognized him from Oikawa-san's fan page!"

"Right, right?" her friend nods along enthusiastically. 

“Say,” one of them stands up, bravely coming just an inch closer into Kageyama’s space, peering up at him expectantly. “Are you guys also offering the boyfriend rental service?”

Kageyama looks like he’s being led to his own funeral. Kuroo only looks to be too happy to play judge, jury, and executioner. 

Until someone coughs to catch their attention. 

"Sorry," Hinata says, without a hint of remorse at all. "But he already has a boyfriend."

The room is blanketed in silence.

“What the fuck,” is all Kageyama is able to say, beet red in the face as realization sets in. 

“Thank fuck,” is all Tsukishima is only too happy to say, shoulders sagging in timely relief. “Now will you two just bone already?”

-

"All this could have been prevented," Daichi says amusedly as they put away chairs and tables. "If you had just sold yourself first instead of sacrificing my freshmen."

Kuroo glances his way apologetically. "I’m sorry,” he says. “I really am. If I’d known Kageyama and Hinata were—”

“Please,” Daichi raises a hand, stopping him. “Even Kageyama didn’t know. I bet he still doesn’t. They’re both oblivious fools, just Hinata less so.��

“Still,” Kuroo insists.

“Still,” Daichi agrees.

Then they both break off with a good-natured laugh, shaking their heads in amusement at the whirlwind of a day. Kuroo is just about to stack another chair when he says, “You know maybe I should have agreed to Lev’s suggestion earlier. The picture thing. But—ah.”

"But what?" Daichi gestures for him to keep going.

The tips of Kuroo's ears turn a shade of pink, and he can't quite meet his eyes. Outstanding conversationalist and top salesman in the making, Kuroo. This douses Daichi into full attention faster than a block of ice.

"Oh my god," Daichi snaps up straight, abandoning the chair. "What. What did you do."

"It's not me!" Kuroo has his hands out in surrender. "I just—" he starts, tries, fails. Daichi is itching to get his phone out to document this for future blackmail purposes. "...I just… have someone who'll be, um, n-not…—happy, I guess. If I look available."

Pretentious use of words, curses Daichi internally. But thank God he actually had comprehension skills.

"Dude," Daichi says, now just annoyed at Kuroo tiptoeing around him. Like he felt the need to. "So you're with someone too. Why not just say that in the first place?"

Kuroo shrugs, unsure. "We're still taking it slow?"

Daichi considers him for a moment, considering all he's observed today. "Weird," he notes. "That's not what Kenma looked like to me."

Kuroo's head snaps in his direction. "What the fuck," he says, breathless. "You knew?!"

"My brother in Christ," Daichi comes up to pat his shoulder, wincing a little. "We all knew from the beginning, you absolute baffoon of a pining idiot. If it makes you feel any better, Kenma is only slighter better at you than hiding it. You two make all of us sick."

Kuroo is barely processing his words, blinking rapidly at Daichi's slightly amused but mostly fond expression as he registers the genuineness that bleeds through. But alas, God didn't make Kuroo this fine of a specimen without sprinkling in some sinful traits every once in a while. Cats live nine lives, after all, he was good as immune.

"Oh yeah?" Kuroo combats, standing up straighter to look Daichi dead in the eye. "Like you and Sugawara are any better."

It takes less than a second for all of Daichi's face to heat up. And Kuroo, able to rise to his full height and forcibly hold Daichi's simmering head a good arm's length away from him, looks on at the rest of Karasuno and Nekoma walking and laughing and chatting idly about the gym as they pack up, the sun just shy of setting and Kenma smiling at him slightly from across the room: decides then that yeah, this life isn't so bad after all.

[goodboydummy]

I’ve always kinda headcanon’d that kenma and kuroo have been in an established relationship precanon, but the movie changed my mind a little.

I do think Kenma fell for kuroo when he overheard kuroo talking to his dad about how if he really wanted to do something he would give his all, because who can resist the wonderful and terrible ordeal of being truly seen by another person? Especially that young??

But I don’t think kuroo realized that he was in love with kenma until the nekokara match because watching kenma be happy playing the sport they learned together made him happy too… and he realized he was going to have to put up with Kenma’s difficult personality for the rest of his life 😂

[kawaii-kozume]

Hey hi, so, Haikyuu!! day is here!! And !!!!!! WE'RE GETTING BATTLE AT THE GARBAGE DUMP FIRST IM GONNA BE INSUFFERABLE

Also!!! From what I've been reading, the stage play went so super good today!!!!

There is still only 2 movies afaik, first is Nekoma v Karasuno and the second is the Kamome arc. I don't see them doing the very final few chapters unless its tacked onto Kamome for like last 10-15 min or so. But I'm still so stupid excited!!! More info on NekoKara movie September 24!!!

[krtetsu]

season 5 is kurotsukki's season & i am not apologizing for the person i'll be become when it airs either i have been Waiting i saw that Unfold in Real Time do you UNderstand how fucked was it to get bitch slapped by 'they're also each other's teachers' and Then have to WAIT for a week to see what came next. DO you understand the absolute FUCKING breakdown i had with 'tsukki how has been volleyball for you lately' and getting to see bokuto and akaashi included in yet another absolutetly pivot moment of tsukishima kei's not only vb life but just like as a person. do you GET IT if you do no you dont i do and I am the one who will fucking take my madness, praise or rage to the gods themselves depending on the job they do also i hope they know that they have the most precious fucking arc in the whole fucking series in their hands not just bc krtsk but also for the match that has been on the making for literal fucking years like actual years. since fucking chapter 25. TWENTY FIVE out of four hundred and three. nekokara deserves everything .if they dont do this right... well i will have no other choice than to be hilarious

[karasuneko]

still OBSESSED with the fact that kurotsuki's first ever interaction was of kuroo going out of his way to approach tsukishima and give him his unsolicited opinion about his behaviour. like kuroo really set his sights on this one prickly guy who had all his walls and guards up and thought “that one, I want THAT ONE.”

LITERALLY THEM

[qaumisafeer]

پولیس ٹریننگ اسکول: ایس ایس پی ابرار نیکوکارہ نے ‘خودکشی’ کرلی۔ پولیس ٹریننگ اسکول (پی ٹی ایس) روات کے پرنسپل سینئر سپرنٹنڈنٹ پولیس (ایس ایس پی) ابرار نیکوکارہ نے دوران ڈیوٹی 'خودکشی' کر لی۔

[kitaofthearth]

nekoma vs karasuno: gratitude and fulfilling a promise 50 years in the making

the relationship between nekoma and karasuno is so much about gratitude and giving back. the way both teams help each other out, genuinely care about and support each other – just that sense of respect and camaraderie. this feeling is expressed particularly in the relationship between teacher and disciple, senior and junior. it’s in ukai’s desire to take on the coaching position despite his earlier refusals. it’s in the nekokara third years’ relationship with each other. it’s at the heart of who kuroo is and why he loves volleyball. it’s kenma’s “thanks for getting me into volleyball. i like it.” it’s tsukishima’s gratitude to kuroo (and bokuto) exemplified through his growth as a middle blocker. this mutual support and reciprocal give-and-take is at the very heart of the nekoma-karasuno bond itself.

hearing about a possible reunion with nekoma is the only thing that persuades ukai jr to take on the coaching position at karasuno. this relationship that began with ukai’s grandfather and coach nekomata is a rivalry that’s been passed on through the decades. it’s not only about wanting to win, but at its core it’s wanting to fulfill a promise 50 years in the making. ukai wants to make this match a reality for his grandfather, but also for himself because he’s also inherited this dream in his own time. it’s been passed down to the current third years as well but they’ve also made this dream their own; their rivalry with each other is their own. it’s both parties pushing each other to grow and every individual pulling their own, digging deep within themselves to discover what volleyball means to them, that they were able to make this match happen. daichi all but said this as he shook kuroo’s hand at the start of the game: “we never would’ve gotten here without you.” 

by lowering the net, coach nekomata opened up a new world for kuroo and pretty much altered his life’s trajectory. his support for karasuno and helping both his own teammates and karasuno’s team improve is in large part to make the battle of the garbage heap a reality, but most importantly is his way of expressing his gratitude for what volleyball gave him. it’s his way of giving his thanks to nekomata, whose gesture of kindness all those years ago is what opened this door for him in the first place.

it’s both teams showing their gratitude for each other by working to collectively realize this dream, this promise of one day playing each other in an official match despite the distance that separates them. they can finally play to the best of their abilities in this long-awaited match, stepping on the court as equals, which was cultivated by both teams teaching and learning from the other. the way they are still teaching and learning from each other during the game, complimenting and motivating each other between the net throughout the match. at the end of the day they’re all just friends. even though this is the high-stakes, “instant death” game they’ve all been dreaming of, in the heat of the moment during certain rallies when the adrenaline’s at an all time high, this game feels just like any other of their practice matches in a suburban high school gym on a hot summer’s day in tokyo.

nekoma’s “stay connected” banner is not only representative of one of the main themes in hq regarding volleyball, but as many of them do this message goes beyond that. it’s the way nekomata and ukai sr stay connected throughout their lives. it lives on in ukai jr and the revival of the nekoma-karasuno bond. it’s hinata and kenma promising to play each other again the next year. it’s all of them staying connected even after high school. volleyball is what brought all of them together and helped forge this unbreakable bond; volleyball changed their lives individually but their influence on each other is key to the kind of teams they’ve both become.

[osamusriceballs]

Hi (〃^ω^〃), I want to get another piercing but it's above the budget I have now so I need to get some money. And I little thing about me it's that I don't like to say something it's expensive, because I follow a lot of artists on Twitter (that make commissions) and I saw it's pretty rude for them to say something it's expensive and you should say it's above your budget, so I don't want anyone to feel bad about the things that they do and I'm the one that don't have money so haha✨. Part 1

Part 2. I'm not ready for kita on the anime (´。＿。｀) I'm less really for the NekoKara match and I won't talk about the kamomedai one, like in the beginning of the NekoKara match I cried like a baby for like 10 chapters seeing how they got to live the dream of their coaches in their on way and I'm about to cry again now, and the kamomedai one haha, same story but like 15 or more chapters crying because I'm a crybaby (｡ﾉω＼｡). Well ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ and look for the light✨

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I‘m sure you can save up for it!! 💖 tell me when you got it! 💖

And you‘re right, it‘s definitely more polite to say that something is above your budget, at least in terms of commissions! Artists work hard, that’s why i understand that they cannot do everything for free 🥺 you‘re very considerate 🥺💖

Seems like a lot of people are also active on Twitter- so many social media, how do you all keep up with that? 😳

I‘M JUST WAITING FOR ALL THE KITA SCENES!! 🥺💖 his flashback- will kill me ahhh-🥺💖 yes, let’s not talk about the next matches, don‘t make me cry here too 🥺😭 nekoma surely was intense- and kamomedai- ahhh no, I’m not gonna think about it, I’m just gonna think about how good Osamu looked in the last episode 🥺💖

Anyway: look for the light too!! 💖💖

LOVE YOU!! 💖

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hewwo fwiend. because i respect you and like listening to you talk about things i do not understand, tell me abt your top five moments of the haikyuu!! manga. all time? about to be animated? i don't know i'm just a jelly bean

AAAAAHHJJJHGHHH ILY im glad such a lovely jelly bean as yourself visits my inbox so often<3 and also i apologize for upcoming incoherency but?? ig it doesnt matter bc its all out of context so it doesn’t mske sense anyways fhjgdj

so because i have no restraint and i love talking about haikyuu i will do. 5 of both upcoming and distant future. (with pictures) i hope the cut works if not i am so sorry omg

ok so firstly ,, the moments to be animated,, soon,,, like starting in 3 days wtf,,,,,

5. this moment in nekomas small match inbtwn the main match,,, its so funnydjdh “can i pleas have a banana” and also the scene before this🥺 bc kenma (dont come any closer guy) admitting he likes to work hard for his friends is so.....

4. all of the tiny clown moments w inarizaki theyre so dumb i love them

3. the spectator commentary !!!!!!!! esp from these two duos AAAAA ,, daimika(below) have some rlly cute moments pls...cutest canon couple i love them sm...mika supporting her bfs interests and him just being completely smitten is like one of the best dynamics I LOVE.

and bokuaka (these two<3) they have smart things to say occasionally but really its just my bias they could stand next to each other in a corner and id b overcome with happiness 👍👍,, just look at them cheering their friends on in matching coats goodBYE I LOVE THE,M

2. this scene w aran and kita !!!!!!!!! i love their relationship and also smth ab that quote hits....very vibey.... also aran making kita laugh a+ i adore them

1. HINATA RECIEVE.............he has worked so hard,,  and the payoff in this moment is so satisfying esp bc it becomes another moment when he falls deeper into volleyball n just. V EXCITING MOMEBT OVERALL....... VERY EXCITED FOR HIM EVERYONE WAS SO HAPPY AFTER IT AAAHHJH

ok now for moments later on in the manga,, (not in any ordr idk if i could rightfully order these)

• ALL OF THE BOKUAKA MOMENTS IS IT CHEATING TO SAY THAT,,, I DONTCARE THEY HAVE SO MANY GOOD MOMENTSHDGBD pROTAGONISTS OF THE WORLD.....HE LOOKED LIKE A STAR.........… im so devastated i have not stopped thinking ab them ever

• post adlers v msby all of the moments tbh...reunions...... the bokuaka interview.... the fact thAT THEY WENT TO DINNER AND AKAASHI STAYED OVERNIGHT............I AM STILL NOT OVER THIS TBH the way no one can ever understand what theyre saying when they talk to each other soulmate behavior i think

• kenma moment at the end of nekokara match…………cries so much i love this panel a lot

• this oikawa. yeah.

• takeda moment at end of nationals....this scene hits me so hard every time i read it ;__; and rhe callbaxks later on TAKEDA IS SO GOOD ASCSGFSJSHXJB the way hinata recognizes the importance of this even years later i am going to SOB

this was very fun i had many mini crisis(es??) ab the moments chosen and tbh it’s probably still not super conclusive but TY for making it all the way through i’m gonna go think ab how much i love haikyuu now 🧡🧡🧡

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bokurodai?

I LOVE BOKURODAI SO MUCH.... IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN..... THESE TWO BEEFY MEN AND THIS LEAN TWINK ? cAPTAIN DYNAMIC ??? GOD ??? post nekokara when bokutos like Ive Been Watching I JUST.... . . GOD.. . .. THE THREE OF THEM ARE SO GOOD ... FURUDATE PLEASE GIVE ME MORE OF THEM... BLEAS E... they must Keeth...

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nekokara match being relegated to a single movie instead of the full season like it deserves is fucking me up inside

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Pakistani Man Meets Watery Grave Filming Tiktok Video in Punjab Province

Pakistani Man Meets Watery Grave Filming Tiktok Video in Punjab Province

A 25-year-old Pakistani man has drowned in the Jhelum river in Punjab province while shooting a video for the online platform TikTok, according to a media report on Monday. The deceased, Sheikh Ali, and his friend had decided to jump into the river from a spot in Nekokara, Punjab province, on Sunday, while a third friend would shoot their acrobatic act, according to the Dawn newspaper. However,…

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اسسٹنٹ کمشنر جنت حسین نیکوکارہ ۔ احمدی مسلمانوں سے رواداری کے سلوک کی ترغیب دینے پر طلباء کی دہشتگردی اور معافی کا مطالبہ

اسسٹنٹ کمشنر جنت حسین نیکوکارہ ۔ احمدی مسلمانوں سے رواداری کے سلوک کی ترغیب دینے پر طلباء کی دہشتگردی اور معافی کا مطالبہ

اسسٹنٹ کمشنر جنت حسین نیکوکارہ ۔ احمدی مسلمانوں سے رواداری کے سلوک کی ترغیب دینے پر طلباء کی دہشتگردی اور معافی کا مطالبہ Assistant Commissioner Jannat Hussain Nekokara faced terrorism for saying we should be paitient against Ahmadis.

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Process of development to remain incomplete without young: PM Imran Khan

Process of development to remain incomplete without young: PM Imran Khan

ISLAMABAD: Prime Minister Imran Khan on Wednesday said the process of development will remain incomplete without the active participation of youth, ARY News reported.

He said this while talking to a delegation of Harvard Club of Pakistan led by its President Mohammad Ali Nekokara that called on him in Islamabad. Senator Faisal Javed was also present on this occasion.

The prime minister said it…

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bought my first two tomes of hq today and i've legit cried like four times. this fucking story means so fucking much to me finally having a physical piece of it... im like shaking