#ojiro aran

[crandoodles]

aran week day 1: stargazing

[homolobotomized]

ITS ARAN DAYYYYYYYYYYY

[flyingwargle]

aran week day 4: birthday

it started because aran spent his 11th birthday with the miya family.

papa ojiro was called for an emergency, and the only people who could watch him on such short notice were the miya family, whose twins he'd only known for several months. he stood awkwardly while pa thanked mama miya profusely. when he turned to leave, he squeezed aran’s shoulder, promising they’ll celebrate properly when he came back.

dinner was a feast. it was probably nothing special, but aran nearly cried, greeted with a table full of freshly fried tonkatsu and karaage, home cooked curry, and fluffy rice. pa couldn’t cook, always busy with work, so eating like this on his birthday was the best present in the world. “i wish i could eat like this every birthday,” he accidentally mumbled.

the twins were scandalized. “it’s yer birthday?” they exclaimed. at his nod, they shoved food in their mouths, emptied their bowls, and ran out of the house. fifteen minutes later, they returned with a slice of vanilla cake from the combini, along with a candle and lighter. “wish fer somethin’ cool,” atsumu told him. “ya can come an’ eat with us any time!”

he and pa took their invitation and returned not only for his birthday but pa’s, major celebrations, and any day when cooking was too much. aran got so used to home cooked meals for his birthday that when he moved out after high school to play for the falcons, he declined his teammates’ offer to treat him to a meal.

“what would you like, then?” the captain asked. “we celebrate everyone’s birthday.”

“just a home cooked meal is fine,” aran answered sheepishly. the next day, his teammates came over, each with a dish cooked from home. he was nearly moved to tears, blanketed in their warmth and hospitality.

this year, he and the jnt rented out onigiri miya in tokyo. he sits at the bar with a glass of beer, watching the twins prepare onigiri, a pot of curry simmering in the kitchen. ushijima is also there, preparing pierogis, and hoshiumi dices vegetables for his signature slaw.

hinata, kageyama, hyakuzawa, and hakuba fold dumplings at another table, chatting loudly. the door slides open for yaku, who is carrying a huge pot of borscht, and komori and sakusa follow, each with a tray of temaki. suna follows, bringing a dish of napolitan, followed by bokuto and kiryu with meat dishes.

all the food is set along the counter, and aran gets to walk down the buffet first. he takes a bit of everything, stands by the wall to watch his teammates, all of whom swinging by to ask for his opinion on their food and wish him a happy birthday.

the twins join him, both with stained aprons and sweat staining their hair. “yer birthday potluck gets bigger an’ bigger every year,” osamu comments.

“yeah. thanks fer lettin’ us use the restaurant, by the way,” aran adds.

“anythin’ fer a friend.”

“what’s yer favorite dish?” atsumu interjects. “i bet it’s ‘samu’s onigiri!”

aran glances at his plate, where a bite of everything remains. he loves the representations of different cultures, recipes brought back by his teammates who played overseas, but he also loves the flavors of his country, dishes he’d grown up with. “hm, hard ta say…”

the door slides open again, and a commotion follows. “ojiro!” kiryu shouts, shouldering his way forward. “you have a special guest!”

a man steps through the throng of athletes. aran nearly drops his plate. “pa?”

“hey, kiddo. i thought i wouldn’t make it.” pa, a retired firefighter-turned-hobbyist carpenter, holds a cake box in hand, smile wide on his face. “think ya got room in yer stomach fer dessert?”

it’s a birthday cake, vanilla. the sponge cake is crumbly and kind of dry, the frosting slightly too sweet for his liking. it’s a far cry from the luxury cake his teammates ordered, but he eats it with a smile, teasing pa the entire time. “i practiced so hard ta get it right,” pa complains, shaking his head as he eats his own slice. “yer old man’s gotta cook fer his son’s birthday at least once, ya know?”

“ya got plenty more chances, pa. keep tryin’.”

pa chuckles, falling silent. they watch the party, the restaurant layered with warmth and joviality. “hard ta believe we used ta celebrate just us together, huh? now, look at all yer friends.”

aran follows his gaze. as a kid, he and pa would buy fried chicken and cake from the bakery close to their apartment. it grew to include the miya family, then his teammates, no matter where he played. he can only hope it’ll continue to grow. “yeah. i’m grateful.”

“i am, too.” pa bumps into his shoulder, voice as soft as his childhood blanket. “happy birthday, aran.”

[mafuwara]

Arankita as «Le Printemps» by Pierre Auguste Cot

[ezariumi]

onigiri miya pop-up store 〖 illustrated for omakase - twitter: @/miyaosamuzine in 2022 〗

[eeveebooart]

Aran 🦊

[poopdings]

what if the twins just accidentally surprised each other during their birthday lol…

happy miya day! 5.10.2024 🥳🥳

[baby0mi]

my team❤️✨

[cottonlemonade]

Thinking about how when you first started dating Tendou, he would brag to anyone who would listen and/or wasn’t fast enough to escape, that he landed a foreigner.

He loved all of it. If you ever took a while to find the right word, he patiently waited or encouraged you to mime it - soon having both of you treat these small challenges as impromptu games of charades. A lot of his time was spent staring at the three little dots indicating that you were typing a message, making him expect a novel-length reply only to get a line or two because it simply took you a while to find the correct Japanese spelling, and, no matter what, he melted at every single mispronunciation.

But of course all this love and all his heart eyes couldn’t prevent typical everyday bickering.

“If this was in my native language I’d be kicking your butt right now.”, you muttered, tapping rapidly on your phone’s translation app.

He pursed his lips, waiting. This was a common occurrence now that you had moved in together. Merging of cultures and lifestyles came with different expectations and was bound to lead to some friction.

“The laundry - wait, babe, how do you pronounce this, please?” Your voice turned calm and sweet and you held out your screen to show him the letters. He uncrossed his arms and leaned in to check.

“Which one, my love?”

“The third one.”

“Ah. De-ter-gent.”

“Detegend. Deter-. Ugh, one more time, please?”

“De-“, he began gently in your usual routine of repetition.

“De-“, you echoed.

“Ter-“

“Ter-“

“Gent.”

“Gent.”

“Detergent.”

“Detergent.”

“There you go! Perfect!”

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and took a step back again.

“The laundry detergent has to go into the left… the left part! That’s how the machine works.”

“I’ve washed my own clothes for years and nothing bad ever happened by putting it on the right.”, he insisted.

As he watched you type again on your phone for the right vocabulary, he made a mental note to look into online classes for your native language to make future arguments easier for you.

a/n: the chubby is implied at this point on my blog. Y’all know 😎

For this one I could also picture Hirugami, Kuroo, Aran, Osamu, Yamaguchi or Hinata here but… when in doubt I will always pick Tendou ^^

[cantobear]

[ao3feed-hqrarepair]

by Anna_penguin1029

Basically just a collection of random stories of these characters working at a mall. I dont know how most malls are im just kinda doing a combination of the ones where i live. I got bored and decided why not. Let me know if you have any ideas or suggestions.

Words: 1786, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Kita Shinsuke, Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shouyou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji

Relationships: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Aone Takanobu/Futakuchi Kenji, Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Ennoshita Chikara/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Terushima Yuuji/Yamaguchi Tadashi

Additional Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Fun, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Alternate Universe

[crandoodles]

happy belated birthday aran!! the goat of goats

[bloopy-writes]

Rules for the Japanese National Team- written by Iwaizumi Hajime, Athletic Trainer

Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, and Bokuto are no longer allowed within 50 feet of the kitchen, if you want to eat, you can starve or beg someone else to make food for you.

Bokuto and Kuroo are no longer allowed to be left alone for more than 2 minutes at a time. Also pringles are banned you guys are athletes that shouldn’t be eating this junk anyways.

Whoever locks Oikawa and Ushijima in a closet together can pay for any damages caused

Kageyama is not allowed to play truth or dare-he’s too easily influenced

If you call Yaku short, I’m not helping you recover from the damages caused

Suna is not allowed to blackmail the coach to get out of extra practice it doesn’t end well for anyone

Aran is not allowed to room with Atsumu or Suns in the Olympic village because this poor man has suffered enough

I don’t care how good of an idea it seems, no one is allowed to listen to Houshimi after 2 am

Sakusa is banned from bleaching other peoples rooms no matter how bad they stink- still technically an invasion of privacy

Kuroo is not allowed to try and convince new recruits that they should give him money

Atsumu is not allowed to use his brother as a body double to get out of practice

Ushijima and Kageyama aren’t allowed to give interviews together without a third person present

Bokuto is not allowed to give interviews with other people

Hinata and Kageyama aren’t allowed to teach children because no one actually understands what they’re saying

If you get caught doing something stupid you are not allowed to call Officer Daichi Sawamura to bail you out that is still illegal and he doesn’t even work in Tokyo

Suna and Oikawa are to be kept away from each other at all costs

Atsumu and Oikawa can hang out with each other only if they stop arguing over who’s kageyamas favorite

No secret handshakes allowed

Glitter bombs are only allowed if glitter does not get on Iwaizumi

If anyone asks if Iwaizumi is a babysitter the answer is legally no

The first person to convince the administration that Iwaizumi deserves a raise will get free food for a month

Houshimi and Atsumu are two halves of a whole idiot and are not allowed to plan team bonding activities again

Kidnapping Oikawa does not count as a team bonding activity unless you murder him and bond over trying to hide the body

Iwaizumi Hajime loves his job no matter how much you all make him want to retire

[flyingwargle]

aran week day 6: boundaries

aran hates the town of inarizaki.

there’s a sizable population of elders and kids, whose parents left them behind to work in the cities. the only adults left are staff at the elementary, junior high, and high schools, rice farmers who also do odd jobs outside of harvest season, municipal workers and others who have businesses in the town center.

then, there’s his dad, in charge of a buddhist temple on the outskirts of town.

the temple comes with a large property, which they occupy a corner of. his dad spends most of the day sifting through papers and materials left behind the old caretaker while aran is expected to go to school, make friends, enjoy his childhood. he would, if the kids didn’t whisper behind his back, visibly flinch away from him, pointedly turn the other way whenever they see him in the hallway.

just because his skin is darker than theirs.

he lives away from the town center, deep in the forest. aran always feared what’d happen if he got lost, wondered if the trees would teleport him to a place where he’d be accepted, where he wouldn’t be teased for his looks or his dad’s job.

his eyes dart upward at the rustling bush ahead of him, noticing the tip of a fox’s tail disappearing into the foliage. even he knows of the town’s protectors, twin foxes sent by inari-sama herself. if he catches one of them, maybe they’ll grant his wish? he looks around before stepping off the trail and into the trees.

aran bumbles through the undergrowth, poked by stray branches and leaves. every so often, he stops and listens for rustling, stepping through foliage in its direction. “hello?” he calls out. “fox-san? are ya there?”

no answer, obviously. he is undeterred, moving deeper and deeper into the forest, so determined to move forward that he doesn’t notice the sudden slope beneath his feet.

“wah!” his shriek echoes around him. he loses his balance, falls onto his back, slides down the hill. branches and leaves rip his exposed arms and legs, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

the ground straightens beneath him. he daren’t opens his eyes, afraid of what he’ll see. if he keeps them closed, he can imagine himself at home with his dad, safe and sound, instead of lost in the labyrinth of nature, where no one can find him.

i don’t wanna be here. i wanna go home. please, inari-sama, take me home.

--

he isn’t sure how he dozed off, but when he returns to himself, he hears voices.

“…ya just had ta let yerself be seen, an’ look what happened.” a drawl like his own, only deeper and annoyed. “inari-sama’s probably pissed at ya.”

“inari-sama’s always pissed at me.” a snort in reply, also with an accented drawl. it’s different from the first voice, slightly lighter and carefree. “i’ll bring the kid home, relax. can ya heal him fer me?”

“fine, but ya owe me.”

aran struggles to open his eyes, but stops at the blanket of warmth that covers his limbs, stinging scratches reduced to a whisper of pain. the sensation fades a moment later, the cool spring air causing him to shiver in the aftermath. “there. ya better take him home.”

“yeah, yeah. it’s always me runnin’ ‘round town while ya just sit at the shrine an’ look pretty.”

“that would be nice, if the humans could see us.” the dirt shifts. “i’ll see ya later.”

the air starts to move around aran, and he realizes someone is carrying him. still, the weight on his eyes remains, leaving him no choice but to relax, resting his head against the person’s chest. the fabric reminds him of a hakama, a familiar sensation after years of sitting on his dad’s lap while he read to him.

“hey, kid.” the drawl addresses him. “yer gonna be okay. i’ll bring ya home ta yer papa soon, ‘kay?”

he tries to speak, but it’s like his mouth is sewn shut. “i used a lil’ bit o’ magic on ya, just so ya won’t see me,” the voice continues. “ya might remember this, ya might not. youkai gotta do what they gotta ta protect themselves.”

youkai. his dad told him stories about them, about tsukomogami, kitsune, kama itachi, spirits and deities. there are very few who can see them, as they do not want to be seen. some can be cruel, but many are benevolent, harmless creatures who live parallel to humans.

“ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout those scrubs at school, either. they aren’t worth yer time.”

how does this youkai know about that? aran wants to ask, but the voice sweeps on. “it takes time fer friends ta come, but when they do, they’ll be friends ya keep. so don’t give up, yeah? yer a strong kid, not even cryin’ after yer tumble. i rescued a bunch o’ squirts who wailed their heads off, even chased me or my brother off when we tried ta help. ya got a kind heart; find others who see it.”

the air shifts as he’s lowered onto grass, kissed by the sun. aran feels control return to his body, and he wrestles his eyes open, vision blurry. however, it’s enough to see a young man with golden tails and pointed ears on top of his head walk away from his line of sight, dressed in a hakama. “stay safe, kid.”

--

the next morning, he leaves the temple with a backpack around his shoulders. he walks through the forest to school, and as he’s about to emerge from the trees, he spots a golden fox watching him with wide, golden eyes. aran stops a safe distance away, blinks at the fox. he smiles, dips his head, and continues his way, letting the fox watch him depart.

maybe staying in town would be so bad, after all.

[samubytheocean]

instead of feral, desperate boys..

not everyone is up for pda- and if that’s want you want, that’s what your man will get for you

fluff

boys who’s hands hesitate every time they touch you in public. he’s so in love with you, and he respects you. you, your space, your comfort. to the point where sometimes it’s downright funny, but you know the self control it takes. his hands hover for a second every time, every touch, even the slightest graze of the shoulder to catch your attention, is full of anticipation and adoration.

the silent wall between the thighs whenever you sit next to each other in a tight car at a night out with friends. his legs are tense, determined to save your space, no matter how cramped it is. it’s just how he shows his love. the space between you two at the hallway of the party. gossiping away, a little tipsy, his arms are protectively around your waist, to ensure no one bothers this fun and sweet moment between you two. but with a closed fist. no groping, no caressing. big strong hands closed and firmly held, but at the same time soft for you to laugh and gesture all you want. he doesn’t want your pretty eyebrows to knit, looking around to see if anyone is looking. his pretty angel should have everything she wants, may it even be space.

and the sweetest part? after the doors close, the sweat gently washed off and your lotioned body tucked in, the invisible wall melts. your man, your boy, your baby falls into you, in your sacred place, his sacred place. he only feels comfort when you are truly comfortable. his hot, firm body, so present, wraps you now with no hesitation. it’s only you two in the world. soft breaths against your neck without a worry. he reminds you now, more than ever, that he is there. that he is present. all of the waiting all throughout the day, you can feel it in his heartbeats melting with yours now. he loves you so.

he loves you so.

fucking SAKUSA (i’m going to pass out), KAGEYAMA, USHIJIMA, IWAIZUMI, ARAN (gladly does if u ask), KITAAA (woof woof baby one chance plz), DAICHI (more territorial than the rest i imagine)

MEGUMI (i love him), NANAMI

[ezariumi]

onigiri miya food truck 〖 illustrated for omakase - twitter: @/miyaosamuzine 〗