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haruki-ya · 6 years ago

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Cruore + Takeo? Oooor aspectabun + Mob? 👀👀

Aspectabund - letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes

With Mob from the perspective of Ritsu (for Risu:)

Ritsu has heard his nii-san referred to as many things before: boring, expressionless, freakish, emotionless.

It used to make him unbelievably upset to hear people say such things about Shigeo, to talk about a person they didn’t even try seeing past the surface of. It took a lot of self control to keep from acting violently on that anger in order to defend his beloved nii-san, but Ritsu doesn’t get as mad listening to the rude things people have to say about Shigeo now. Both because he knows they’re wrong and they won’t be bad mouthing his nii-san after a friendly float over the edge of the school roof.

There’s nothing inherently violent about that, not even with the unsaid threat of letting them drop hang alongside them lest they say anything cruel about his nii-san again.

While Shigeo may be perceived as boring, is often expressionless and may have at one point been thought freakish by Ritsu himself (only in a weak moment of spiteful jealousy), he is anything but emotionless. It just takes a trained eye to see past his detached feelings, his default apathetic face.

And Ritsu is well versed in the art of Shigeo’s limited emotions, partly because he has a big tell.

When Ritsu walks through the front door of his home straight from the student body meeting, the house is abnormally quiet. He arrived an hour later than usual thanks to Kamuro-san’s particularly combative mood, but there’s usually some kind of activity sparking sounds of life within the house at this time. He pauses for a moment before checking the getabako, closes the door behind him once he identifies the lone pair of sneakers as Shigeo’s.

That explains it. Ritsu almost forgot that it’s Friday evening, which means their parents have already left for their weekly date night. Shouldn’t Shigeo be out with that dumbass Reigen though?

Ritsu kicks off his shoes and places them next to Shigeo’s, starts to pad softly into the kitchen for a glass of water. Stuck to the fridge is a note saying dinner is in the oven for when they get hungry, also a list of chores for himself and Shigeo to complete before their parents get home. Ritsu floats a glass over to the sink as he reads the list, turns on the faucet with a twitch of his finger.

They’re all fairly easy tasks.

Their parents shouldn’t be back until after sunset, so that gives Ritsu plenty of time to grab a snack, finish his homework, and then get started on the chores with Shigeo. Ritsu mulls over this as he turns off the faucet and grabs the cup out of mid air, taking a sip as he turns and starts to head up the stairs. A quick peek into the empty living room before he ascends indicates that Shigeo is up in his room, most likely working on homework himself. His nii-san is so responsible.

Shigeo’s room is the first door on the left, neighbored with Ritsu’s own but parallel to the upstairs bathroom. Ritsu shifts his school bag on his shoulder before knocking, slightly discouraged when after a moment he doesn’t hear a call to enter. He does regardless.

Shigeo is sitting quietly at his desk, hands flat against the surface, staring blankly at a piece of paper between his spread hands. He’s changed out of his school uniform into sweats and a plain white t-shirt, but doesn’t look comfortable by any means. His shoulders aren’t quite tense, but something about Shigeo’s posture seems…stiff. He almost looks like a statue.

“Nii-san?” He calls, but Shigeo doesn’t outwardly react aside from turning his head just slightly towards Ritsu’s voice. He takes a step inside of Shigeo’s room and feels with the tendrils of his psychic aura, an almost natural extension of himself now, a prickling sensation, like pressing his hand just barely against the quills of a cactus: there’s pressure, faint, acting almost like a warning. It sparks immediate hesitation within Ritsu’s gut.

“Hello Ritsu.” Shigeo’s voice sounds like it always does, flat and quiet with just enough inflection to come off as polite. Disinterested, but polite. Ritsu takes another step closer and Shigeo turns towards him fully. He has that blank expression of neutrality on his face and were it anyone else, they wouldn’t see anything wrong.

But Shigeo’s eyes have always given him away.

For as long as Ritsu can remember, his nii-san has always felt in extremes, both good and bad. It wasn’t up until a certain point with his psychic powers that it became clear, whether feeling good or bad, the outcome is often the same: a telekinetic explosion, a cathartic release of pent up aggressions and intentions and feelings. Just like that time with the bullies when they were younger.

Those are all things that Shigeo now keeps more carefully under lock and key, all things Shigeo exercises great control in suppressing.

Shigeo’s eyes, however, have never held the same restraint.

Ritsu notices, right off the bat, the gloss that covers his nii-san’s eyes, the far away look, the million mile stare that sees right through him. It’s a look he’s seen plenty of times, right before an explosion.

Controlling emotions requires a constant awareness of mind and body in order to shut them down before they can fully surface, something Ritsu has a bit of experience with himself. It’s an easy enough feat for him because he’s generally limited to feeling disdain and annoyance. But for Shigeo, whose emotions are borderline explosive, elevated and heightened beyond the normal spectrum of human feeling, it requires much more focus.

He can’t seem to equally balance his autonomic and social awareness and is often thought to be in his own world because of it, so focused on the mechanisms of building and holding walls within his own mind that he’s not fully present. It doesn’t make Shigeo any of the things people like to call him, it just distracts him from the subtle nuances of everyday life unfolding around him. It makes him oblivious to the atmosphere because his awareness is largely turned inwards.

And that blank look in Shigeo’s eyes means he’s aware of an inner emotion that is trying very hard to surface.

“Nii-san, is everything okay?” Ritsu tries to keep his voice level, to act casual with his question. He doesn’t want to bother Shigeo unnecessarily, but maybe he can be talked down from this volatile place he seems to be on the edge of.

Shigeo blinks at him, an empty gesture, and turns away to face his desk again. Ritsu’s attention too is drawn to the desk, or namely the slip of paper that lies on it, where he sees what looks like a wanted poster searching for one roughly characterized “Psycho Helmet”. Ritsu doesn’t understand how or why that is relevant to his nii-san’s current emotional state, but if the way Shigeo’s blank gaze seems fixated on it, it must be somehow.

“Ah, everything is fine Ritsu.” Shigeo doesn’t offer any more explanation, sounds nonplussed by both the question and his own answer. But Ritsu, not normally being one to pry, just can’t leave it at that.

“Are you sure? Is there anything you’d like to…talk about?” The words don’t leave Ritsu’s mouth easily, come out stilted and awkward. He normally doesn’t do this type of thing with Shigeo and clears his throat immediately afterwards, trying to distract from the stiffness of his tone. Shigeo doesn’t seem to notice or really even hear his words.

“No.” Is simply what he says in response and Ritsu deflates a bit. He could try again to prompt a conversation, ask Shigeo if he saw the note mom and dad left, inquire about why he’s not at Spirits and Such Consultation or with the Body Improvement Club. But Ritsu…doesn’t want to be shut down again. Doesn’t want to be shut out.

Ritsu can clearly see something is bothering Shigeo but as much as he tries, if Shigeo doesn’t want to talk, he won’t talk. It’s not stubbornness so much as it is Shigeo-ness, the characteristic detached and reserved nature of his nii-san that Ritsu has both envied and admired. It’s nearly impenetrable, save for the transparency of his eyes, so Ritsu sighs in resignation and nods his head, turns to leave Shigeo’s room and let his brother have his silence. Even though some part of him wishes to stay and offer comfort, or maybe just a simple distraction.

“Alright, nii-san. Let me know when you get hungry, I can prepare dinner.” Shigeo makes a noise of affirmation, a quiet hum in the back of his throat, and that’s it.

Ritsu softly closes the door behind him and moves down the hall to his bedroom. He enters, sets his cup of water down on his desk and stands idly in the middle of his room for a moment. There’s still a remnant of psychic pressure leaking from Shigeo’s vicinity, running along his skin like static. Ritsu tries to push it out of his mind, to stop feeling it pricking along his skin but he just can’t shake the knowledge that something is bothering his nii-san and therefore, bothering him.

Ritsu drops his school bag unceremoniously on his folded futon and starts to strip out of his school uniform, changes into lounge wear stiffly all the while trying to shake off that distinct sensation curling persistently around his awareness: it’s almost like it’s asking for his attention, for his help…

Ritsu ignores it, or tries to, because if Shigeo needed to talk he would talk. If Shigeo needed help, he would ask. So Ritsu tries to ignore it, in favor of digging out his pile of schoolwork for the weekend, tries to ignore it while distractedly reading calculus equations again and again, tries to ignore it as the numbers bounce around uselessly inside of his skull, tries to ignore it…for all of five more minutes before he makes a spontaneous decision and gets up, grabs his DS and a game cartridge and make his way downstairs.

Homework be damned, who is he kidding? Ritsu knows his nii-san better than that. The look in his eyes said more than Shigeo needed to and quite frankly, ever freely would. It may not be his job to help, but it is his obligation as younger brother to at least try.

And Ritsu has a pretty good idea of where to start.

Once he gets to the kitchen, he roots through the pantry looking for the second batch of Matcha cookies their mom made a day ago. A family favorite. Ritsu uses his powers to grab two glasses and the carton of milk from the fridge at the same time. He doesn’t even bother filling them, just grabs the tupperware container of checkerboard cookies once he finds them and marches back up stairs, two cups and a milk carton trailing idly behind him. Purposeful intent sets his shoulders straight.

Ritsu doesn’t bother knocking this time, just opens the door and enters, isn’t surprised to find Shigeo sitting in the exact same position as before. Shigeo, however, seems surprised to see him. He actually turns when Ritsu enters, follows him with his empty eyes as he moves across the room and settles himself down on Shigeo’s futon, completely and wholly uninvited. He makes himself comfortable in the corner so there’s enough room for Shigeo to join him and watch him play mindless video games like his nii-san has always enjoyed. Like he used to do when they were younger.

“Ritsu?” Shigeo’s tone is still neutral, still devoid of any real emotion, but it’s something. He has his nii-san’s attention.

Ritsu doesn’t say anything in reply, doesn’t really know what to say or how to explain his sudden intrusion, so he just pats the space next to him and starts up his DS. The cups and milk carton are still floating by his head but he sets the Matcha cookies down by his knee, within easy reach of Shigeo were he to join him.

Ritsu hopes that he will.

And he does, not even a minute later.

Without another word, Shigeo settles gingerly on his futon next to Ritsu. Shoulder to shoulder, they sit quietly together and immerse themselves in the serene world of Animal Crossing, the only sound that fills the silence that of the games soundtrack. As Ritsu aimlessly wanders around talking to villagers and shaking trees Shigeo reaches up to pour himself a glass of milk, his favorite drink. A treat that he can never deny. He mutely offers Ritsu a cup, which he shakes his head no to, but he accepts the offered cookie instead.

Ritsu and Shigeo sit and play Animal Crossing and eat cookies and milk for the majority of the evening. Gradually, the residual psychic pressure from Shigeo’s unidentified emotion weakens and with a glance his direction, Ritsu sees his nii-san’s eyes grow a little less empty. Feels his posture become a little less…stiff. Feels an inexplicable, intangible sense of calmness and contentedness grow between them.

Their parents get home hours later and find them much in the same position they started out in, shoulder to shoulder on Shigeo’s futon with the DS held between them, but the carton of milk is empty and so is the tupperware of cookies. They get scolded for spoiling their dinner and neglecting their chores, but Ritsu and Shigeo take it in stride. Manage a small laugh behind their parents backs when they leave to go, presumably, get started on the chores themselves.

Ritsu suggests they go help after another minute of chasing butterflies and Shigeo nods easily in agreement. His tone has remained mostly bored, his face mostly expressionless, his knack for pointing out trees that have Perfect Fruit mostly freakish, but his eyes have become far from emotionless. Ritsu detects a hint of a smile in them, just a small spark of light as they descend the stairs to help their parents take out the recycling and trash. It really is a suitable look for his nii-san.

Ritsu’s just happy that he can see it.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #kageyama siblings #mob shigeo #ritsu #WHEW #i finished this and couldn't wait to post it till the morning lol #ALSO i'm probably still gonna do the prompt with Takeo!!#cause....that's just too good to pass up on tbh #anyway enjoy! :)#my writing #prompt fill

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sa-suga · 5 years ago

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the blooming, bloody sun | i.

∟ hinata shouyou x fem!reader, brother!kageyama tobio | angst, fluff, royalty and deity AU

warnings: description of wounds (not very graphic), sexism, brother!kageyama tobio, (kinda) arranged marriage, language, canon divergence from kageyama's family, oc inserts for minor characters

chapter word count: 6.1k

masterlist | series masterlist

summary: your people don’t want a queen; they want a king, and a god who can help them win the war. you give them both. in exchange, you wear the kingdom’s finest silks and thread your hair with heavy pearls, and you give to the god the last thing you have to give: yourself.

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Have you heard the legend?

The legend of the Crow that Ate the Sun. Surely you’ve heard the rumours.

They say he is the unnatural bend and weight of the shadows; they say he’s a daemon that can read the hearts of men.

They say he’ll make you dance to his tune.

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The first time you hold a sword, albeit a wooden one, a boy with the sunset in his hair claps his hands.

"Wahh," he crosses the distance between you in an instant, leaning around Tobio to peer at your grip on the sword, "that was a really nice swing!"

"It… was?" You glance at Tobio, who's eyeing the newcomer skeptically, a tick in his brow at being interrupted mid-explanation.

"Yeah," he nods enthusiastically, "but you gotta -" the boy pauses, brows scrunching as he scrambles for a way to explain. You watch, amused, as he cocks his head and gestures with his hands in thought. He's like a baby bird.

"- You gotta grip it like this," he puts his hands on yours, moving your thumb so that it rests on the inside of the hilt, “if your thumb’s on top, it’ll be hard for you to apply much strength.”

You glance up at him as he fusses with your grip. His eyes are bright; the sunlight snags in his lashes and drips into his eyes - turning brown to amber.

His brand of beauty is different from that of your brother’s, and you can’t look away.

“Hey,” Tobio says suddenly, taking a step forward and shoving the boy’s hands away roughly - ah, he’s reached his limit - “who do you think you’re touching, dumbass?”

The boy laughs. You smack Tobio upside the head with your free hand.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “Tobio’s pretty strict about the rules.”

He stops laughing to eye you amusedly. “This is a nice change,” he says, which explains absolutely nothing, “usually, people are bowing at my feet.”

This time, it’s your turn to frown. A noble, you muse, but no, even nobles wouldn't be so flippant before royalty. Besides, pursing your lips, you eye his clothes - a simple white tunic that was likely made of linen, and a ratty pair of riding britches, the green fabric muddied - no noble would be caught looking like that.

You’re about to ask him his name when the boy startles with a loud, “Ah!”

He turns to smile at you, “Sorry, I can’t stay.”

Behind him, the sun glows with a sudden, violent brightness, and you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut.

When you open them again, the boy is gone.

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Bring your blade up. Pivot - careful, now, keep your balance. Don’t take the blow head-on; glance it off - let your momentum carry you forward, let it guide your swing - there.

At your next step, you plant your feet on the ground firmly, turning your body to the side. When your opponent’s sword comes arcing down, you tilt yours ever so slightly, one hand on the hilt and the other on the flat of the blade, glancing the blow off.

Metal against metal; the clang of your swords reverberates throughout the empty training ground, as does the clatter of Tobio’s broadsword when it falls from his hand.

The sound echoes in the silence that follows.

You cluck your tongue. “Your form was sloppy for the whole of the second half,” you tell him, “what’s on your mind?” The night makes it hard to tell exactly what Tobio’s thinking, but you know without doubt that his eyebrows are pulled into a frown.

“Nothing,” your brother says. Then, “Congratulations on your win, sister.” You can hear the warmth in his words, and it makes pride swell within you. Kageyama Tobio, the young prince known for his unparalleled precision in swordsmanship - and he’s complimenting you. Baby brother or not, you’ll take what you can get.

You pat him on the back as he moves to pick up his sword, “Only because you’re having an off day,” you tell him, “what’s troubling you?”

When he doesn’t reply, you chance a guess. “Is it the war?”

His silence tells you all you need to know. It’s a foolish question, really; everything has been about the war, since it started fifteen years ago.

“I received a raven, today. Father wants me to join him on the front lines,” he says finally, dropping to sit on the dusty ground of the training arena.

His words knock the breath out of your lungs.

(Your brother isn’t upset because he is afraid. You know him perhaps better than you know yourself - Tobio is talented, and has put in countless hours to shape that talent into skill. He has less to fear on the front lines than most of the kingdom’s soldiers.

You’re not afraid because he is unskilled. You’re afraid because you know your brother is kind.)

“You were born into this war,” you take his hand in your own as you settle on the ground next to him, “I wish you didn’t have to grow up in it.” I wish you wouldn’t die in it. His palms are calloused - they speak of hours spent swinging a sword too heavy for him, of sweating under the sun alongside the kingdom’s best soldiers - they are nothing like your own.

Your palms are smooth, every long-forgotten callous met with admonition, soothed with a basin of warm water.

(Princesses don’t swing swords, they embroider. Your father eyes your hands with disdain, gripped tightly around a wooden hilt. Next to you, Tobio’s shoulders are pulled tight to his ears; moonlight pools in the crook of his neck.

Girls don’t pour over ancient scrolls, they learn to waltz. Sugawara smiles sympathetically from the doorway as you plead with your eyes. Your dance instructor tuts and strikes your arm with a cane to correct your posture.

Again - raise your arm, twirl.)

“It’ll be alright,” you smile, releasing Tobio’s hands to squish his cheeks between yours instead. “The war has gone on long enough - surely they are as tired of it as we are.”

“Father isn’t tired of it.”

You smile sadly. “Well,” you say lightly, “I’m certainly tired enough of it for him.”

Tobio frowns, opening his mouth to argue - but you pull him into a hug instead.

(I’m sorry that I know no other way to comfort you but with lies. I’m sorry I can’t carry the crown for you. I’m sorry my arms are too weak to hold a broadsword - all I know is to glance blows off my rapier.)

“Come on,” you pull away slightly to say, “we should get back, before Iwaizumi catches us here.”

You make to stand, but Tobio tugs you back down. “I’m tired of it too,” he doesn’t meet your eyes, “if I were King, there’d be peace talks.” You disarmed me, he tells you with his hands, squeezing yours once before letting go, that counts for something.

Your heart twinges - they grow up so fast.

When you smile, you hope that it reaches your eyes. “You’ll be King someday, Tobio. Remember that, then.”

(You wish you were still eight, and Tobio still four - it had been so much simpler, back then, when he’d let you declare that you’d protect him from the world in the middle of the palace gardens past both of your bedtimes, no matter that you were Crown Princess only in name.)

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You wake, groaning, to the curtains being flung open. Hitoka, your handmaiden, gestures frantically as she flutters about your drawers and closets.

“His Majesty has returned,” Hitoka says, a note of hysteria in her voice as she hovers uncertainly, two pairs of earrings in either hand, “and he’s sent for you, Kageyama-sama. I’m not sure what for - the messenger only said that it was urgent.”

You frown. Last you’d heard, your father isn’t due for a return from the front lines for another fortnight. Though, you think bitterly, it’s not like you’re ever privy to his plans.

Hitoka helps you into your robe - white silk with gold trimmings lined with the finest of diamonds, cinched on either shoulder with gold hoops. She throws a feathered cloak over your shoulders, hooking your mother’s necklace around your neck, where it gleams in the morning sun. As you lean forward to peer at your reflection, fingers fumbling with the bulky earrings she’d handed you, Hitoka smiles at you in the mirror.

“I’m sure it’s nothing too bad, m’lady,” she reassures, “perhaps he’s only curious about how the people have been.”

The earrings weigh heavy on your ears - a hideous monstrosity of pearls and diamonds. “Father is only ever concerned about the people when the military’s running on fumes,” you reply.

Hitoka doesn’t respond, shifting uneasily. You force yourself to shake off the bitterness - it’s not her fault, after all.

“Come,” you cast a last glance at your reflection - in a robe made of the finest silks and jewels money can buy, and the ornate jewelry and cloak to indicate your status, you look like you could be a queen.

(That door closed for you fifteen years ago, the day Tobio was born.)

As you sweep out of the doors of your chambers, Hitoka a half step behind you, your earrings sway with every step - they pull on your ears, a heavy reminder.

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The doors leading to your father’s court are adorned with gilded gold. Leaves entwine with the stems of blooms unfurling around great dark rubies, a thousand eyes that bore into you as the guards bow.

As one, the guards slam the butt of their lances on the ground. The doors open, and you tilt your chin a fraction higher.

“Presenting to His Majesty, King of Sol, Kageyama Takeo: Her Royal Highness, the Crown Princess of Sol, Kageyama y/n, and her esteemed handmaiden,” one of the guards announces, voice booming across the vast space.

Tobio is already there, on a knee. He’s dressed all in black the way the men in your family always are, a tiny dark point almost swallowed by the mass of light that is the court chamber.

Where the doors to the court had boasted of opulence, the interior is an assault of colour and light. The entire room is framed with stained-glass windows that stretch to the edges of the high ceiling - high enough that the common rabble can’t see in, but low enough to allow light in - shining rainbow tessellations over the entirety of the room. The floor is a smooth, white marble, interrupted only by great white columns that bear the gold engravings of feathers sprouting from the gold leaves that adorn its tops and bottoms.

At the very center of the chamber, at the end of the red carpet, your father sits atop a throne that dwarves your own, the gold of it so encrusted with rubies he may well be atop a throne of blood. A wreath of ebony feathers trail up the steps to encircle the foot of his throne. Above, the arched ceiling boasts a gaping hole above your father’s throne, bathing him in light. Beneath his throne, his four advisors and councilors sit in ornate thrones of their own.

Vultures gazing upon a limping lamb, their eyes follow you as you stride across the red carpet in measured steps, feathered cloak billowing in your wake. At your back, Hitoka trembles at the attention.

“Your Majesty,” you curtsy, bowing your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hitoka prostrate herself on the floor.

“Y/n, my daughter,” your father rumbles, “a delight to see you again.”

You take your place next to Tobio, lifting your skirts just barely before settling upon the cushion - a picture of elegance, the way you’ve been taught. Behind you, Hitoka kneels next to Tadashi, Tobio’s manservant, their heads bowed.

It is only then that you realize - besides Hitoka and Tadashi, there are no servants in the room.

Despite the way the room is swathed in warmth, a chill runs up your spine.

“Father,” next to you, Tobio shifts uncomfortably, “you’ve returned early.”

“Yes,” your father answers after a moment’s pause, “it was necessary.”

Before your wide eyes, your father, King of the vastest and wealthiest kingdom, fists his left hand in the fabric of his cloak and yanks it off in a single movement.

The cloak falls. A hideous hide, it settles on the ground with a heavy thump that echoes in the vastness of the chamber. The crow-headed pin that had fastened it to his shoulder rolls to a stop at your feet, a single ruby eye glaring up at you.

Where your father’s right arm once was, all that remains is a stump that stops just below his elbow.

But what draws your eyes isn’t the nauseating red soaking the bandages, or the pained wince you can now see on your father’s face. No - it’s the fat, black veins that wind up what’s left of his arm from beneath the bandages, disappearing beneath the fabric of his robe at the shoulder.

Your father’s advisors avert their eyes; in a sign of respect or disgust, you’re unsure. You hear twin intakes of breath and muffled gasps from behind you, and distractedly, you hope that Hitoka is alright.

Your brother is the first to find his voice, tearing his eyes away from the gruesome sight. “Who gave you that wound?”

“Not who, Tobio, but what.” His words are followed by a wince, and for all that it makes your skin crawl, you can’t look away from the way the veins throb and writhe beneath your father’s skin, angry worms feasting on a carcass. As you watch, they seem to crawl ever higher up your father’s arm - until you see a hint of them peeking out from under your father’s collar.

Your blood runs cold, but your mind is clear. “Father, what do you mean by that?” You remember, too late, that princesses only speak when spoken to.

For once, he answers you. “Our enemies - Arbor - they’ve procured the help of a Forest God. They called him Ushiwaka - he tore through our ranks in the blink of an eye.” Even in pain, your father’s face contorts in fury, pounding his remaining fist on the armrests of his throne. “It was a massacre.”

“Gods don’t exist,” Tobio says quietly, and when you turn to look at him, his grip on the hilt of his sword is white-knuckled.

(Unbidden, the memory of amber eyes and a laugh that fades in the sun’s rays rises from the depths of your mind.)

“With all due respect, Your Highnesses, they do,” Takayuki, your father’s closest advisor, finally speaks up, “evidently.”

Tobio growls in the back of his throat, and instinctively, you throw out a hand to rest gently on his arm.

Takayuki smiles, beady eyes crinkling in the corners. “Of course, Sol will not go down without a fight.”

“I will die tonight,” your father says from his throne, “that is what my body tells me.” Tobio rises, fur coat dragging behind him as he takes a half-step forward, mouth open as if to argue. At the hand your father holds up, he begrudgingly backs down.

“Tobio,” your father’s tone could almost be called fond, “my son. You must take my place as king.”

(You knew it was coming. You’ve seen it coming since you were sixteen, when your father laid a hand on a shoulder that wasn’t yours and said, this is my son, he’s going to be King.

It doesn’t sting any less.)

Tobio’s eyes on you hurt like the edge of broadswords you have never swung.

(He’s your brother.

It’s not his fault.

It’s not his fault.)

You smile - it’s a weak thing, but you hope he takes it as gentle, as frail, because your father is dying. “You’ll be a great King, Tobio.”

“There is no shortage of gods,” Takayuki tells your brother, “if there is one, surely there is another.”

Your father’s eyes glitter, two dark pools in a hall of light. “Sol has never lost a war, and we never will. Until we find a God, our military will have to suffice.”

“We have troops undergoing training,” Takayuki supplies, rubbing his hands as a smile stretches across his face, “we could send them to the front.”

“They’re yet untrained-” Tobio begins.

“They’ve trained enough,” another councilor says, “they will buy us time.”

You eye the twist of Tobio’s mouth, and the hungry gleam in your father’s eyes - if not for his wound, you wouldn’t have thought him a man on death’s door - and all you can think of is: the Kageyama dynasty has seen the rise of enough tyrants, we don’t need another.

This is what you have been taught: there are no gods. They are not dead, they are not asleep, for they never were. All they had been were creations of mankind, a remembrance of humanity’s weaker days.

This is what you know: your father is hungry; the advisors to the throne see only the ornate court before their eyes. They, like you, know nothing of battle.

(If there’s a God, please - don’t let them take my brother.)

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They say he was a warrior smiled upon by the Fates, that he was the first King of the Land of the Sun. They say he was an arrogant thing - they say he challenged the Sun God.

They say he won.

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Your father is dead by morning.

You push a slip of paper into Hitoka’s hands and tell the guard outside your chambers to switch shifts with Tanaka.

“Ryuu,” you say, as you draw the curtains of the floor-to-floor windows, leaving only one uncovered to allow light in, “don’t let anyone in, unless it’s Hitoka or Kiyoko. Or Noya.” You pause. “Unless they’re not of my household,” you amend, “tell them I’m mourning.”

“Ah,” the knight says, “are you alright, m’lady?” He looks hopelessly lost and unsure, and you can’t help but smile.

“Of course not,” you tell him, “I’m grieving.” Still smiling, you usher him towards the door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You shut the door and latch it.

Surveying your room, you clap your hands. “Alright,” you say, “let’s get to work.”

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By the time Hitoka returns from the Royal Archives an hour later, arms laden with scrolls and followed by Kiyoko, the latter easily carrying a tower of tomes, you’ve succeeded in strewing parchment over almost every surface of your room.

“Hitoka, Kiyoko,” you greet offhandedly, as you ball up yet another piece of parchment and throw it into the rapidly growing pile behind you, “welcome back. Set those down by the bed, please.”

“Y/n-sama,” you look up from scrutinizing a scroll to peer up at Kiyoko, “what’s all this?”

You blink. “Why, I’m looking for a God.”

Hitoka squeaks, nearly sending the scrolls in her hands tumbling. Kiyoko shows no outward signs of surprise.

“I see,” the Captain of your Personal Guard says after an extended silence, “is there one that you are looking for in particular?”

“I’ll- I’ll bring up some tea,” Hitoka says quietly, inching towards the door, “excuse me, m’lady.”

“I thought the Sun God would be a good place to start,” you continue, reaching for the pile of scrolls that you’d sent Hitoka to the Royal Archives for, “seeing as he used to be the patron deity of these lands.” Carefully, you untie the knot on the scroll, before remembering, “Oh! At ease, Kiyoko.”

Kiyoko tips her head in thanks, and removes her scabbard, placing it by her side as she settles on an uncovered section of the floor. “What should I look for?”

Tapping your chin in thought, you hum as you scan over the scroll’s contents. “Myths, old stories of sightings, where his temples were located - anything you think might be important, really.”

Nodding, Kiyoko pries a tome off the top of the pile, and for a while, all there is is the rustle of yellowed pages.

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A week passes. You barely see your brother; your father’s advisors usher him behind closed doors.

When you finally do see him, all Tobio has to tell you is, “They sent them to the front.” His expression twists into something that speaks of self-hatred, of guilt, “they barely knew how to parry.”

The pinch in his brows, the unhappy tug of his lips, the shadows beneath his eyes - they all tell you one thing: you’re running out of time, and fast.

(When you hear that Arbor has gained another village, or three, you know that the men did not come back.)

You read scrolls by candlelight with Hitoka slumped against the foot of your bed, asleep. Kiyoko indulges you as well, dropping in for an hour or two in between her Captain duties.

A week passes before you stumble upon something useful.

There is a legend of a man who killed the God of the Sun, and as you and Kiyoko match the maps of the ancient empire that had existed where Sol now stands with maps of your kingdom, what you need to do comes to you with a sudden clarity.

Hitoka places one of your rings - hasty placeholders, because your chessboard has been missing ever since Takayuki had walked in on you mid-game with Kiyoko - on the map, at the outskirts of the capital, and you’ve made up your mind.

“Hitoka,” you say slowly, as the beginnings of a plan knits itself together, “bring me the clothes you wear when you are out in the capital.”

“What?” Your handmaiden asks, confused, at the same time that Kiyoko says, “Princess, no.”

“It’s the only way,” you plead with your eyes. The knight you’d grown up with doesn’t budge. “Surely you know it too.”

“I’m sorry,” Hitoka ventures timidly, as you and Kiyoko have a stare-off, “what’s going on?”

“Her Highness would like to have stew for dinner, before she turns in to bed early,” Kiyoko says, firmly.

“I’m leaving the palace,” you tell Hitoka.

Hitoka looks like she’s about to faint.

“Don’t be foolish,” Kiyoko crosses her arms, voice quiet but level, “we are in the throes of war. While it pains me to do so, we must be cautious of even our own citizens. Have you not heard of the spies we caught at the border last month?”

“Oh, I heard of it, alright. Father ordered them all killed,” you seethe, “Noya told me that they were only children.” You force yourself to take a breath, though your anger doesn’t fade - it cools, sharpens from an explosive to the cutting edge of a rapier, “Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean that Tobio is safe from his advisors.”

“The King’s last field command or not, Iwaizumi-san will not send Kageyama-sama to the front lines so soon after the loss of the King.”

“Kiyoko,” you stress, “Arbor isn’t the only enemy I’m concerned about.”

There’s a pause, and you press forward, “I’m sure that Takayuki means to have Tobio barter with the God of War, or some other violent deity - more people will die.”

“Better the enemy than our own,” is all Kiyoko says coldly, and you know that there’s only one way this conversation can end.

There’s one last card you have to play, but it’s anything but a trump card.

“Y/n, we have heard nothing of the Gods for centuries. Would the Sun God have stood by while we built our villages upon his lands and let his temples fall to ruin? Would he have let himself be forgotten?”

They are not dead, they are not asleep, for they never were.

“Gods don’t die,” you repeat helplessly, “The myths-”

“The myth says that the first King of Sol killed the Sun God.”

You’re only half-aware of Hitoka taking a nervous step towards the door, outside of which either Tanaka or Noya are probably stationed.

“Shimizu,” you say, and your heart aches at the way you see your childhood friend’s face draw shut like the doors of your father’s court had that terrible morning when everything had fallen around you, “You will address me as Kageyama-sama. We are not children anymore. You serve me - do not forget that.”

The silence snaps taut as a bowstring. Kiyoko sinks into a bow. “Of course, Your Highness. Please excuse my insubordination,” she says stiffly.

The arrow flies, and buries itself in the giving flesh of your heart.

Hitoka, brave handmaiden that she is, steps between you. “W-what do you intend to do at the temple of the Sun God?”

You force a smile. “I’ll strike a bargain.”

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When you sneak out of your chambers the next night, Nishinoya is waiting by the door.

“Kiyoko-san sent me,” he offers as explanation, and you nod. Knowing her, she’d probably follow you from a distance anyway.

Nishinoya has traded his broadsword for a shortsword, its hilt rusty and a stark contrast to the way he keeps his broadsword - which he calls Rolling Thunder, for reasons you still weren’t privy to - polished.

You’re in Hitoka’s clothes; a linen tunic that scratches at your skin in a way that you are unaccustomed to. Your hair has been pinned and tied into a bun atop your head, covered by a raggedy cap.

(“This is the best I can do,” Hitoka had fretted just minutes before, “but m’lady, please be careful. There’s nothing I can do about the way you walk - a second glance and it will be clear to any that you are not common.”)

You slip out of the palace grounds through the door in the back that the servants used. The night air chills you to the bone, even through the well-worn coat Nishinoya had borrowed from Kinoshita, the stable-hand.

Passing through the capital, following closely behind Nishinoya as he leads you through a shortcut, you can’t help but notice the way the opulence bleeds away till all that’s left are ghostly streets.

The lampposts where oil lanterns used to hang are bare - likely stolen by the poor - and the few shreds of cloth clinging to the posts, vestiges of what had surely once been colourful banners boasting the royal crest, billow in the wind like ghouls.

Nishinoya follows your gaze. “The war is old,” he says, “the people are tired.” For all that he is shorter than you are, he’s never looked older than he does now; cast in shadow, barely touched by the moon. “As are the soldiers.”

He grew up in the war too, you realize. His broad back, the ragged scar you know he sports on a muscled thigh.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

You can’t offer him a king’s apology, but still, you wish it’s enough.

Nishinoya halts abruptly in his tracks, and you stumble as you almost bump into him. “I’m sorry-”

“You know,” he says suddenly, “back when I was only a foot soldier, we had a wimp of a commander. He’d cave whenever the younger ones asked him for breaks, and he was always teased by the other commanders.” He pauses, swallowing.

You know exactly who he’s talking about.

“But,” Nishinoya continues, sounding choked, “in battle, he was unmatched. Until the day I took a sword for him. Then,” and here, you think he’s angry - until you see the way his fists clench and unclench, and all you hear is sadness, “he got scared. And getting scared on a battlefield is what gets us killed.”

(Asahi hadn’t been afraid for his own life. You know this, in the same way you know that Noya blames himself for not being fast enough.

You know, that despite what he says, Noya still holds onto the hope that Asahi is alive.)

He turns, eyes meeting yours fearlessly, and you almost take a half-step back.

“I never got to tell him the words I wanted to say.” Your heart breaks at the words - so measured, so full of pain. “So, Your Highness,” his eyes flash in the manner of swords in battle, “don’t apologize. Not to me, not to the people, not to Kiyoko-san. Apologies don’t bring back childhoods, or the dead.”

He softens, and when he speaks again, it’s almost a whisper. “Do better; take responsibility and rebuild what you broke. You don’t rule a kingdom alone, you know.”

Shocked, you don’t say anything for a moment. Remembering himself, Nishinoya bows at the waist. “Of course, I am but a knight, one of many. I apologize for speaking so forwardly.”

You wave him off. “No,” you tell him, standing taller, “nothing you said was wrong. Thank you, Noya.”

He gives you a boyish smile. All it does is remind you that before the war, young men like him didn’t have to carry swords everywhere, nor were their bodies littered with scars.

You travel the rest of the way in silence; you think you hear Kiyoko’s footfalls following as the cobbled paths give way to dirt roads.

Beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, bright in a cloudless sky, you trudge, pulling your cloak tighter around you at a sudden gust of wind that whips the surrounding grit and sand into your eyes. Your cap flies off your head, and you fumble blindly after it a moment too late. Impossibly, you think you hear a boy’s laughter, and feel the ghost of slender fingers plucking the pins from your hair.

When the dust settles, you’re greeted with the sight of sprawling ruins.

“Well, Your Highness,” Nishinoya’s hand drifts to rest lightly on the hilt of his sword. “Looks like we’ve found our ruins.”

“No, Noya,” you say softly, as you begin forward, “it found us.”

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You enter the ruins alone. You’re not sure what you’ll encounter, and you don’t want Nishinoya there for what you plan to say to the God of the Sun.

The moment you step through the largest pillars at the top of the steps, the air changes.

The chill of the night doesn’t fade so much as it disappears entirely, like a sudden snap of fingers that cuts the silence in two. Hazy heat folds into the air around you, intertwining in shimmering mirages that flicker and dissipate when you reach out a cautious hand, only to weave back into existence a step away.

You can’t stop yourself from following them - you can’t tell what it is that you are chasing, only that you feel an inexplicable need to follow, don’t let it out of your sight, now.

You wander deeper into the ruins, past crumbling columns, over cracked marble. In your ears, something ancient croons a gentle song that reaches down your throat and wraps itself around your lungs, till all you breathe are archaic notes too impossible for you to understand.

Something unseen brushes past your arm.

The spell breaks, and your hand flies to the dagger at your side as boyish laughter echoes off the ivy-strewn columns, ringing in the cracks of the marble.

“Sun God,” you say carefully, forcing your hand back by your side, “I, Crown Princess of Sol, request an audience with you.” You strain your ears in the silence that follows.

You’re about to speak again, when a pebble skitters across the ground behind you.

When you turn, there is no one there.

You take a step back, and the next time you open your eyes after a blink, a young man is standing before you, close enough to touch.

No, you correct yourself, a young God.

At nineteen years-old, you stand in peasants’ clothes in the ruins of a temple whose god your people have forgotten, and look into the amber eyes of the boy who’d taught you the right way to grip a sword.

“Crown Princess of Sol,” the God says, and you register, faintly, that he sounds amused. “What business do you have with me?”

The Sun God is the boy you met in the palace gardens when you were fourteen. Impossibly, it makes sense. The edges of the puzzle fit together nicely, like cogs in the great clock-tower that stands in the Plaza of the capital.

He looks much as he had five years ago. Lined with black kohl, his eyes still dance between brown and gold - amber, no, a hue that mortals cannot hope to name. His hair, which you had once thought of as the colour of the sky at sunset, now seems to beckon in the rosy manner of dawn.

Where he stands, a light seems to cushion the world around him. A candle, you muse, but no, this light is strong and real - it will not flicker at a mere mortal’s breath.

You remember, belatedly, that he’d asked you a question.

“Sun God,” you hastily avert your eyes, dropping into what is perhaps the deepest curtsy you’ve ever performed, never mind that you’re in a tunic. “I come with a proposal.”

“Oh?” He’s definitely curious, now - you can hear it in his voice. It feels almost childish, the wonder and interest that he so plainly displays.

“Sol has been at war with Arbor for fifteen long years,” you say, “the enemy have recently procured the favour and strength of a God. Our people are weary - we want an end to the bloodshed.”

“You wish for me to raze the enemy?” He sounds disappointed, and you resist the urge to lift your head and see his expression.

“No,” you correct respectfully, “I believe the people of Arbor are tired as well - this war is one that only our Kings are eager to win, and Sol’s King is no more. What I am here to request of you, mighty Sun God, is the death of Arbor’s King, who we believe to be the one who has made a bargain with the God.”

A pause. Tendrils of heat weave their way around you lazily, caressing your cheek, your arms.

You fix your eyes on his bare feet, two thin gold circlets around each slim ankle.

Then, “What can you offer me?”

Ah, the question you’ve been waiting for.

I’m glad Nishinoya agreed to stay outside.

“If you would grant us your grace and strength,” you begin calmly, “it would mark the return of the gods.” In a sudden burst of courage, you lift your head to look the God in the eye - though for reasons you cannot explain, you feel that he is not a God who would smite you where you stand without due reason. “For the head of a king, I offer you the life of a queen - surely that is a fair trade.”

The God clucks his tongue. “Ah, so you’re a sacrifice, then?”

You smile, something smooth and serene. “Not a sacrifice, but an exchange.” Spreading your hands, you let the calm you feel within you seep into your posture, and savour the surprise you can see lighting up his eyes. “If you should deem fit to kill me in exchange for peace between the kingdoms, then let it be so; for those are the terms of the bargain.”

You drop your hands, and dare to let the edges of your lips tilt upwards, just slightly, in the barest hints of a defiant challenge. “But do not, then, call my death a sacrifice, for what it will be is merely the fulfillment of a transaction.”

The God surveys you a moment longer, and you force yourself to look him dead in the eyes.

(Look, this is the Crown Princess of Sol.)

The Sun God smiles, wide and beaming. “Very well. Consider us bound by the terms which you have laid. My name is Hinata Shouyou - you may call me what you wish.”

(The future Queen of Sol, now the lamb on an altar.

A gravestone, you say?

No, a mantle she placed on her own proud shoulders.)

You curtsy, lifting imaginary skirts, spine straight and head bowed - refined elegance in the way that you have been taught. “On behalf of the people of Sol, we thank you for your Grace.”

(Look, look closely - and you’ll see what she once was.)

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Surely you’ve heard of him - the Crow that flew towards the Sun, the Crow whose wings did not melt.

He must be a vile, terrible, beast.

He must be a wretched man.

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➳ annex

sol - y/n’s kingdom: latin for “sun”

arbor - warring kingdom; the people of the forest: latin for “tree”

takeo (武雄; たけお) - kageyama and y/n’s father: violent warrior

takayuki (隆行; たかゆき) - advisor to the king: climb to heights

➳ cast (more to be added ;)

kageyama tobio: Prince of Sol, y/n’s younger brother by four years

sugawara koushi: Royal Tutor to kageyama and y/n

yachi hitoka: handmaiden to y/n, the Crown Princess of Sol

yamaguchi tadashi: manservant to tobio, Prince of Sol

tanaka ryuunosuke: part of the Crown Princess’ Personal Guard, commander of a battalion within the Royal Guard

shimizu kiyoko: Captain of the Crown Princess’ Personal Guard

nishinoya yuu: part of the Crown Princess’ Personal Guard, commander of a battalion within the Royal Guard

hinata shouyou & ? (for me to know and y’all to find out ;): the Sun God, patron deity of the empire before Sol

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a/n: ok i’m aware that this is very expositiony and i think most people come for the pairing in the self-insert fics fandom, but i feel like exposition is really important in this series so :”) if you stuck around thank you <3

since kageyama’s parents weren’t named (that i know of), and i’ve declared canon divergence from kageyama’s family, i took the liberty to name his father! also, if hinata seems ooc there is a very good reason for that that y’all will only find out next chapter ;)

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taglist: @kuroopaisen, @pyblos, @roseonfireinwinter, @yikes-buddy, @kingkagss, @yams046, @croctears, @haikyuu-ink, @w-yuren, @kontj, @miel-meraki, @miyaosamoo, @sneezefiction, @kageyeaman

if you’d like to be added to the blooming, bloody sun’s taglist, please send me ask!

#haikyuu x reader #hinata shouyou x reader #hinata shouyou #haikyuu!!#haikyuucreations #haikyuu imagines #kageyama tobio #this is my baby #my magnum opus #the blooming bloody sun #kyouka writes

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xnchxntmxnt · 4 years ago

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𝐼 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 (𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑒)

I Want You Home (With Me) by just_a_nekoma_stan on Ao3

When Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyo have to navigate life across the world from each other, they realize it's harder than they thought.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shouyou/Original Character(s), Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou & MSBY Black Jackals, Bokuto Koutarou & Hinata Shouyou, Bokuto Koutarou & Miya Atsumu, Bokuto Koutarou & Miya Atsumu & Sakusa Kiyoomi, Bokuto Koutarou & Hinata Shouyou & Miya Atsumu & Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou & Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shouyou & Sakusa Kiyoomi, Sakusa Kiyoomi & Original Character(s), Miya Atsumu & Original Character(s), Bokuto Koutarou & Original Character(s), Kageyama Tobio & Original Male Character(s), Kageyama Tobio & Sugawara Koushi, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi/Original Character(s), Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Ennoshita Chikara/Original Male Character(s), Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Miya Atsumu, Bokuto Koutarou, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Sawamura Daichi, Tsukishima Kei, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Ennoshita Chikara, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kageyama Tobio's Mother, Hinata Shouyou's Mother. Hinata Natsu, gonna throw chraracter names in here for anyone who's curious, Kuroda Keitaro, Sera Kiyochi, Makino Keiichi, Agawa Takumi, Agawa Takeo, Sugawara Chikao, Tashiro Saiki, Konoha Akemi

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Flashbacks, KarasunoKarasuno , Family, College, Lovers to Friends, Strangers to Lovers, How Do I Tag, anyway, wrong place wrong time, its my favorite trope

LEAGBYIERBG OKAY SO EXPLANATION TIME I ALREADY POSTED THIS ONCE IF YOU SAW IT BUT! HERE WE ARE I COMPLETELY REWORKED IT THO SO IT'S DIFFERENT AND BETTER I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!

edit: i forgot the playlist here u go

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kagehina #kagehina fic #this is my first full length fic I'm working on #so im hype rn #yay #anyway i hope yall enjoy #daisuga #sakuatsu #hq msby #msby 4 #//ᴏʀɪɢɴᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ

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future-dregs · 4 years ago

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Hello everyone! Happy Pride!

Since I am a gay nerd, I'm going to celebrate/participate by leaving this list of my,

💫🌈 Queer Headcanons🌈💫

up until the end of the month (under the cut cause it's long and I'll probably add to it).

Have a good time with it!

Haikyu!!

Sensei- gay.

Ukai - queer. He's knows he's not straight, but he hasn't lost any sleep in trying to figure out the particulars.

Sugar - genderfluid.

Nishinoya - bi.

Kiyoko - bi.

Yachi - lesbian.

Tendou - demi.

Ujishima - pan.

Saeko - pan.

Oikawa - bi.

Iwa-chan - gay.

Hinata - ace.

Kageyama - gay.

Tsukki - gay.

Yamaguchi - bi. (Still playing with this one, might change.)

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Free!

Nagisa - ace.

Makoto - gay.

Kisumi - gay, polyamorous.

Seijuro - bi.

No one is straight/cis in this, okay? If I listed off every single one we would be here all week.

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SK8

JOE - bi.

Cherry - gay.

Miya - pan.

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Host Club

Haruhi - agender.

Ranka - bi. Bi gender.

Honey - aro ace.

Tamaki - bi.

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HxH

Leorio - bi.

Kurapika - agender. Gay.

Killua - gay.

Gon - panromantic.

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BNHA

Izuku - bi.

Kirishima - gay.

Bakugou - gay.

Kaminari - bi.

Momo - bi.

Jirou - lesbian.

Aizawa - demi, gay.

Hizashi - bi.

Sero Hanta - trans.

Midnight - ace.

Nejire Hado - lesbian.

Mirio Togata - demi, pan.

Tamaki Amajiki - gay.

Toga - bi.

Hawks - pan.

Spinner - gay.

YYH

Yusuke - pan, polyamorous.

Kuwabara - pan.

Kurama - gay, polyamorous.

Hiei - gay, polyamorous.

Botan - queer. I haven't decided yet, but I know it's something.

Ranma 1/2

Ranma - aroace, genderfluid/bi gender.

Avatar

Smellerbee - trans.

Zuko - bi.

Sokka - genderfluid, bi.

One Punch Man

Siatama - aroace, agender.

Genos - gay.

My Love Story!!

Suna - bi, ace.

Takeo - bi.

Rinko - pan, polyamorous.

(The guys are polyamorous as well, but I think Rinko had it figured out before them.)

#This is how I have fun #Also this is not an exhaustive list so if you have thoughts or questions send them on #Personal headcanon #Pride #Chit-chat

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twinkens-art · 8 years ago

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@pennyburgsfloyd FINALLY here’s some fusions with the new kid, Takenaka

Takeo has an even wider range for voices that his telepathy can pick up, but they don’t seem to mind because the Mob half of them really likes being able to easily understand other people’s feelings and thoughts.

Terunaka is a major insomniac.

#asks #mp100 fusions #mob psycho 100 #mp100 spoilers ///#just because of takenaka lmaoo #teruki hanazawa #shigeo kageyama #takenaka #art #nr #terunaka #takeo

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bkeiii · 5 years ago

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List of 14th Seiyuu Awards 2020 Winner

I actually wanted to attach some gifs or pic but I never be satisfied by any format so let's just make it a list for now.

Best Actor - Hanae Natsuki (Kamado Tanjirou, Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Best Actress - Koga Aoi (Shinomiya Kaguya, Kaguya-sama : Love is War)

Best Supporting Actor - Ishikawa Kaito (Kageyama Tobio, Haikyuu!) and Furukawa Makoto (Saitama, One Punch Man)

Best Supporting Actress - Tanezaki Atsumi (Chise Hatori, Mahoutsukai no Yome)

Best Rookie Actor

Ootsuka Takeo (Kurahara Kakeru, Run With The Wind)

Kajiwara Gakuto (Asta, Black Clover)

Daigo Kotarou (Morishima Hodaka, Tenki no Ko)

Fukuhara Katsumi (Mochizuki Touya, In Another World with My Smartphone)

Yano Shougo (Sato Mafuyu, Given)

Best Rookie Actress

Asahina Madoka (Asumi Kominami, Bokutachi wa Benkyou ga Dekinai)

Okasaki Miho (Rimuru, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime)

Shimabukuro Miyuri (Carole, Carole & Tuesday)

Suzushiro Sayumi (Takemoto Uruka, Bokutachi wa Benkyou ga Dekinai)

Fairouz Ai (Sakura Hibiki, Dumbell Nan Kilo Moteru?)

Mori Nana (Amano Hina, Tenki no Ko)

Singing Awards - Roselia (Bang Dream!)

Personality Awards - Morikubo Showtaro (Nara Shikamaru, Naruto)

Foreign Drama/Film Award - Yamadera Kouichi (Genie, Aladdin) and Tanaka Atsuko (Batou, Ghost in The Shell)

Game Awards - Sakai Koudai (Sakama Sakuya, A3!)

Synergy Awards - Kimetsu no Yaiba

Tomiyama Kei Awards - Mizushima Yuu (Asuka Ryou, Devilman)

Takahashi Kazue Awards - Fukami Rika (Aino Minako/Sailor Venus, Sailor Moon)

Kid's Family Awards - Moomin Dani no Nakamatachi (Moomin Valley Friends)

Influencer Awards - Miyano Mamoru (Light, Death Note)

Most Valueable Seiyuu (MVS) - Kamiya Hiroshi (Levi Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin)

Merit Awards : Yada Minoru and Kousaka Makoto

Special Awards : Piero's 40th Anniversary and Suzuki Hiroki (Hyakkimaru, Dororo)

The rookie awards winner are all interesting seiyuu! Congratulations!

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Tomiyama Kei Awards is given to male seiyuu who have broadened their voice acting to a lot of media. Takahashi Kazue Awards is for the female seiyuu. Merit Awards is given to seiyuu(s) who contributed to various genre as well as foreign works.

Also please note that the roles I wrote isn't the role that make them got the awards, since the official website didn't put it anyway. It's for the readers who's wondering whose seiyuu it is :)

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kvhottie · 6 years ago

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1950’s. When Kageyama, the 18-year-old son of a world-famous cryptozoologist, gets invited by his dad to come along with him on a work trip to the Dominican Republic, he reluctantly accepts. Running around finding “mythical creatures” in a topical island didn’t sound like too bad of a vacation.

But when the work trip ends up being him and his dad’s crew trekking through a creepy rainforest in the outskirts of D.R, he starts regretting his choices. Things take a turn for the worse when he gets separated from the rest of the group—but a pointy-eared Meno named Hinata comes to his rescue.

Rating: General |Pairing: KageHina |Tags: 1950s Dominican Folkore AU, Fluff and Humor, Mythical Creatures

[Ao3]

It was summer break during Kageyama’s first year in university, and he was taking in a deep breath of tropical air as he stepped out of his family jet and onto the ground of the Dominican Republic. But this wasn’t just some breezy vacation—he was here with his dad, world-famous cryptozoologist Takeo Kageyama, and the two other guys in his crew, for work. His dad had dragged him along claiming it was a belated ‘graduation trip’ when it was actually an attempt to get Kageyama interested in cryptozoology. Kageyama was unwilling at first, especially since he was very skeptical of his father’s career, but relented, figuring it’d be nice to get out of Japan for the first time in his life.

“Señor Kageyama?” asked a young man with a heavy accent, the gold buttons in his olive military uniform catching the harsh sunlight. “Come with me, the car is waiting,” he said in mangled Japanese.

The man led them to a shiny black car, helped them put their things in the trunk, and then climbed onto the driver’s seat, large rifle tucked to the side of the car door. They drove to the Palacio Nacional, a beautiful, large white building that housed the offices of the executive branch of the government, and where Takeo was going to meet with President Trujillo. Takeo had explained during the flight that Trujillo had hired him to make an extensive report on the rumored mythical creatures roaming the rainforests of Palma Herrada. He wanted an assessment of the existence of these creatures, and if the conditions were safe enough for the expensive excursions he wanted to offer tourists who liked a bit of thrill. Takeo went inside Trujillo’s heavily guarded office as the rest of them sat on a bench in the hallway. Kageyama took his eyes away from the meticulously polished floors to the view outside a nearby open window; it was just miles of vibrant green palm trees and clear blue skies. The meeting was brief. After about ten minutes, Takeo stepped out of the office and the same young man escorted them back to the car to give them a ride to Palma Herrada. The drive was a bit over three hours of comfortable silence, only disturbed with Takeo’s occasional interrogation of the the young man on his half Japanese, half Dominican heritage, hobbies, and something or another. Kageyama tried to zone out his father’s stupidity by closing his eyes and focusing on the warm breeze coming through the car’s open windows. The air had this fresh, sweet taste to it but as they approached Palma Herrada, it started turning unpleasantly saccharine. The car stopped in front of a small, bright turquoise cottage near the edge of the rainforest and they all got out, taking their luggage from the trunk. “Use this place for sleep,” explained the young man who they now knew was named Reo. “I will pick you up in three days.” Takeo nodded and yelled “Gracias” as Reo drove off. They walked into the cottage, pleasantly surprised to find it well accommodated with electricity, four single sized beds, a few fans, and a small kitchen. After each of them claimed their bed and settled down for a few minutes, Kageyama decided to break the silence. “I still can’t believe you accepted a job from a vicious dictator,” he stated while glaring across the room at his dad. Takeo pushed up his glasses and took a seat on his bed with a sigh. “I know it’s shameless and am well aware that Trujillo is awful…but a rare chance like this doesn’t pop up often.” “Your dad is a man led by his curiosity, not reason,” offered Akio with a chuckle. Fumi clapped his hands in agreement. “That’s very true. You came along this time, Tobio-kun, but at least you aren’t always being dragged to strange places by your father like we are.” “Okay, enough poking fun at me,” Takeo said as he stood up. “Let’s make some dinner.” But instead of helping, Kageyama lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He was feeling quite a few things, but the strongest emotion had to be regret. As grateful as he was for the few hours of seeing the island, starting tomorrow he’d be spending three days in close proximity to his strange dad, and if that weren’t bad enough, they’d be trekking up and down some ‘haunted’ forest. He obviously didn’t think through the pros and cons of this trip carefully enough. After a heaping serving of black bean chili and fried green plantains (courtesy of their patron), and a few rounds of Old Maid, they all went to bed in preparation for the very early morning ahead of them.

The rainforest was a pathless mass of dewy greens and browns, and strangely cool in temperature. The harsh sunlight was filtered by the tall trees and landed as a soft shimmering yellow. It had been about an hour since Kageyama and the rest of them had started exploring this beautiful and eerie forest, and there was a feeling Kageyama couldn’t shake since entering. “Hey guys…haven’t you’d had the feeling that something’s been watching us for a while now?” Kageyama asked as he slowly looked around them once more. He was dressed in a red Hawaiian short-sleeve shirt, beige shorts, beige wide brim hat, sneakers, and a big backpack. “Yes!” Akio and Fumi said in unison as they turned back to look at Kageyama. Takeo continued walking as he exclaimed, “I do too, and doesn’t that mean we’ll find something exciting? Lets keep going!” But suddenly something dashed out of a tree a few yards in front of them and ran further into the forest. Takeo started running and the rest of them followed suit, but as soon as they passed the tree that creature had emerged from, Kageyama lost sight of the rest of crew. He broke to a stop, the hair on his body standing on end, and blinked hard. Nothing. “Dad?!...” He yelled as he searched around, walking a few feet past the tree, and then around it. “Akio?! Fumi?!” Somewhere in his gut Kageyama understood this was of a supernatural flavor, but he continued walking the path his father had planned for them. It wasn’t easy—everything was beginning to look the same, as if he was circling without realizing it, and though time seemed to never move, by the way the sun was dimming he knew darkness would come eventually. Regardless, he continued on. But with every step he took without any sign of progress, the deeper the furrow between his eyebrows grew and the harder his heart beat against his chest. In this moment of bubbling panic was when a guy just a foot or so shorter than Kageyama nonchalantly walked out of the trunk of a nearby tree. Kageyama whipped his head to glare at him, figuring he had finally lost it. The guy had vibrant orange hair, pointy ears, and tan skin with blue leaf and vine patterns curving around his lean arms, legs, and exterior torso. He was barefoot and dressed in a rust-brown cropped tank and skirt made out of leaves and vines. Kageyama took a shaky breath and closed his eyes really tightly, counting to himself for a few seconds before he opened them again. Yep, the weirdo was still there. “You aren’t imagining things,” the guy said with lively, musical laughter. “Who-What are you?” Kageyama muttered. “…And you’re speaking Japanese?” The guy took a step closer to Kageyama, lips curling up into a childish smile. “Oh, is that the name of this language? It’s one of my skills since I’m a meno. And it was probably one of my siblings that drew the rest of those guys away.” Kageyama looked him up and down once more, hoping that staring at the guy a bit longer would give him more information than the non-answer he just got. “A meno?” “Yup, a meno. My name’s Hinata.” He slowly circled around Kageyama with playfulness in his step. “My siblings get bored easily and it’s rare to find a traveler this deep in the rainforest, so they played a prank on you guys. The forest is enchanted and also mischievous. It purposely changes up paths to make travelers get lost.” “But you know your way around, right?” “I do.” Hinata stood facing Kageyama. “I can help you find the rest of your group, but you must offer me an item from the outside world.” Kageyama furrowed his eyebrows and took off his backpack, emptying out the contents inside and organizing them into two piles: essential items and things he could do without. He pointed at the latter pile and looked up at Hinata. “You can take anything from here.” Hinata crouched down and started excitedly sifting through the pile. His eyes landed on a gold compact mirror and he picked it up, fingers gliding across the top and the side as they gently opened it. His face light up and those golden eyes twinkled with fascination when he saw his reflection. “This one,” he whispered and stood up, still looking at himself. Kageyama packed his things and walked beside Hinata. “Is it strange to see your reflection?” he asked, amused and a bit endeared by Hinata’s fascination with the compact mirror. “Yes. I never get a chance to see myself this clearly. I had an idea of what I looked like from staring at my reflection in the river, but seeing my face this clearly reminds me that I really don’t look like the rest of my family.” “Why?” Kageyama asked as he lifted a big leaf out of Hinata’s way. Hinata closed the compact and held it in his hands behind his back. “I was originally human,” he explained and glanced over at Kageyama. “Los Menos steal children that aren’t baptized and turn them into one of them—but the spell didn’t fully work on me. I still age and look like a human boy, well, aside from the pointy ears and the blue markings on my skin, but I have the powers of a meno.” Hinata shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “And my family still cares for me even if I look different.” “What kind of powers do meno have?” “We have an incredible sense of hearing and sight, especially in the dark, ability to understand and mimic any language, and we are invisible to the human eye.” Hinata brought his hands forward, held the compact up in the air, and then disappeared. “We’re only visible when we want to be,” he explained, moving his hand around to make it seem as if the compact were floating. “Woah…” Hinata giggled and appeared again, face beaming. “Cool, right?” “Yeah.” Kageyama pulled on the straps of his backpack. “But if you’re usually invisible to humans, while did you decide to show yourself to me?” Hinata’s smile turned into a cocky smug and he skipped ahead, walking backwards in front of Kageyama and staring him straight in the eyes. Around them, the forest glowed a dim blue—the same enchanting color of the patterns on Hinata’s skin. “Because you looked so panicked I thought you might cry.” “I would not.” Kageyama stammered. “Yeah, sure.” Hinata snickered. “It was also the first time I had seen a human boy this close. The locals avoid going deep into the forest because they know of all the creatures that roam it…so you’re obviously not from around here.” Kageyama shook his head. “No, I’m from a country called Japan. My dad is in the group that I got separated from and he dragged me along because Trujillo asked him to research the creatures in this forest, and possibly get proof that they exist.” Hinata’s eyes narrowed and he folded his arms across his chest. “The rainforest can sense intentions and she grows angry when they aren’t pure. You must leave as soon as possible; the forest is extremely dangerous for humans once the moon is out. Especially on a night of a full moon like tomorrow.” “What do you —” Hinata turned invisible and pushed Kageyama from behind, quietly warning, “Be very careful.” And the forest that had felt magical for that while of them walking together, was now dark and frightening. Kageyama couldn’t spare a second to panic over Hinata’s disappearance because he immediately saw his father and the rest of the crew a few feet in front of him, near an exit. His dad rushed to him, lightly bopped him in the head, and pulled him into a quick hug while letting out a loud sigh of relief. “We were so worried! How did you even get separated from us? One moment you were right behind and the next you were nowhere in sight.” “The forest changes its paths to get humans lost. I don’t know if you guys will believe me…” Kageyama took a step away from his father and tried to catch his eyes in the weak glow of Akio’s flashlight. “I met a meno.” “Meno?” Takeo pulled out the notepad he used to compile research before a trip and borrowed Akio’s flashlight to scan through his most recent pages. “Los Menos…” he read out loud, “small, blue mischievous forest creatures usually invisible to the human eye. Yes, that’s definitely the creature we where chasing earlier, though I only got a glimpse of it.” “This meno I met, Hinata, showed himself to me and guided me back to you guys. He also warned us to leave the forest immediately. It’s especially dangerous for humans at night, and will be even more dangerous tomorrow since it’s a night of a full moon.” “A full moon, huh…” Takeo muttered to himself as he continued to read through his notes, Kageyama’s warning having no effect. “Los Menos would be hard to catch a picture or recording of since they are usually invisible, but if we could at least get footage of another creature. Ah, here!” He pointed at his entry on “Ciguapa” and read it out loud, “A creature that appears during a full moon as a beautiful, brown skin woman with silky floor length hair. She lures men deep into the rainforest to her lair, sucking out their souls once she’s captured them. She is hard to track because of her backwards feet.” Kageyama’s bit his bottom lip and balled his fists at his sides. “Lets. Leave. I’ve seen a meno, and I’ve seen what this forest can do. It’s not a joke.” “We will leave for tonight.” Takeo stated as he tucked his notepad under his arm. “But we will return tomorrow and stay until midnight.” “No way.” Kageyama marched ahead of the group and out of the forest to the sweet relief of cottages with lights, and humans, in the distance. “If you three want to get snatched by a Ciguapa, then you’ll be doing that alone.” They all returned to the cottage in silence, had a simple dinner where Takeo and his crew discussed plans for the next day while Kageyama continued to glare disapprovingly, and quickly went to bed. But while the rest of them easily fell asleep, a cacophony of snores filling the air, Kageyama lay awake with his eyes closed. Now alone with his thoughts he could place the familiar discomfort he had been feeling since returning to the cottage—it was that prickly sensation of being watched by something hiding in the darkness. But he was tired of surprises, and if he were being honest with himself, quite scared, so he squeezed his eyelids shut until sleep finally overtook him. That night he dreamt of Hinata. And saw an after image of Hinata’s face in the brilliant rays of morning sunlight filling the cottage. “We’re heading out,” Takeo said once he noticed Kageyama sitting up. “You sure you don’t want to come?” Kageyama ruffled his own hair as he let out a loud yawn. “I’m positive. Good luck, dad.” “Okay. Hold down the fort for us, then. See you tonight,” Takeo replied with a light chuckle and shut the door behind him. Kageyama sighed and lay back again, staring at the ceiling for a long while longer before getting out of bed to start his day of ease. He brushed his teeth and scarfed down the quick cheese and mashed plantain breakfast he clumsily prepared for himself. He then changed into a blue tropical button-up identical to his red one, emptied out his backpack until it only had the essentials, put on his hat, and headed out the door to explore the town. He wasn’t the greatest with directions so he took extra care to note where their cottage was, and made sure to only stick to the town’s main road. The walk was somewhat challenging—the countryside was hilly and the road was rough, but the tenants of the nearby cottages cheerfully waved and smiled at him, so he was having a pleasant time. After a few hours of strolling, often stopping to take in the view or buy a treat from a traveling vendor, Kageyama found a small river that cut through the town. He decided it’d be the perfect spot to settle in for lunch. Kageyama followed it downstream a few feet so he’d be far enough away from the main road that he could have some privacy, but close enough so he could find it again. He unpacked his water, bananas, cheese, and bread, and ravenously ate it all as he did with every meal. He sat around watching the sky as his stomach digested his food, and then stripped down to his briefs to take a quick dip. The water was a pristine blue and blissfully refreshing, and he just stood there, the water slowly moving around him, with his eyes closed and face enjoying the brilliantly warm sun. But his peace was interrupted by a splash nearby. When he opened his eyes, there was no one around, and suddenly all the puzzle pieces came together. “Hinata,” he said curtly. “You caught me,” Hinata responded with a cheery giggle as he made himself visible, standing only a foot or so away from Kageyama. He walked closer with a smirk. “When did you notice?” “Last night. Why are you following me?” Hinata looked at him blankly and then looked down at the water, his fingers slowly threading in and out of it as he thought in silence. After a few moments he looked up again and shrugged, an easy smile on his lips. “I’m not sure. I find you interesting.” Kageyama scoffed. “It’s only because I’m the first guy my age you’ve met that’s crazy enough to talk to you.” “That’s not it. You’re definitely special,” he insisted. “Sure,” Kageyama muttered and sunk into the water to swim around for a while. He went completely under, opening his eyes to look down at the grey, pearly floor of rocks and the head of bright orange swimming next to him. Unlike Kageyama who had average—borderline mediocre—swimming skills, Hinata moved around the water like he was born breathing it. He circled Kageyama with ease, swimming above and then under him, weaving playfully—it was beautiful. He was beautiful. Kageyama went up for air, standing up in the river and slicking his hair back out of his face. “Are all meno that good at swimming?” “No, not really. We’re all decent swimmers, but I spent a lot of time playing in the river out of boredom so I got really good at it.” “Oh.” Kageyama walked to the bank of the river, sat down with a content sigh, and kept his feet in the water. Hinata followed suit, sitting only a few inches away from him and staring at his face with a silly, curious smile. “So…” “What…?” “Tell me about the outside world!” Kageyama signaled to their surroundings. “You are in the outside world. Don’t you know about it already?” “No. I’ve never gone this far away from the rainforest before. It’s dangerous to be this far away from home in case someone manages to catch me and experiment on me or something…also my magic is not as strong when I am outside of the forest. “ “Okay, then. What do you want to know?” Hinata kicked his feet in the water excitedly and leaned closer, eyes glimmering. “What’s it feel like to ride in those bird looking machines that fly in the air?” “A plane? It feels normal. I try not to think too much about the fact that we are thousands of miles up in the air.” “Was it a plane that brought you from your country of Japan?” “Yeah, we have a family jet—oh, a jet is just a smaller plane.” Hinata’s eyes widened. “You have your own jet?! Those must be expensive, right? Are you rich?” “Not rich, but we are comfortable, I guess.” “So cool.” Kageyama glanced over at Hinata. “Uh, so if you’re real, many other mythical creatures must be real too.” “Well,” Hinata hummed in thought. “Most of them are, but a few are just stories humans made up. There are a few of us that are really scary, but the scariest legends are things humans exaggerated. It’s the stupid little ones like Ratoncito Perez that are completely true.” “Ratoncito Perez?” “Your dad didn’t tell you about him?!” Hinata beamed. To which Kageyama shook his head “no” and not a second later Hinata was gleefully, and without catching his breath, telling Kageyama about the little magical mouse with a straw hat that collected children’s baby teeth from under their pillows. He explained that he had met Perez once, and that he was definitely the nicest, and softest little creature in all of the Dominican Republic. Kageyama just nodded along and watched Hinata’s face, finding his range of facial expressions much more interesting than his story about a tooth fairy rat. “Is there another creature you want me to tell you about?” “No, I think I’m okay for now,” Kageyama said as he stood up to put on his pants and shirt. He left the shirt completely unbuttoned, and swung his bag on his back. “The sun is setting so we should walk around a bit longer to dry off and then head back.” Hinata nodded and walked next to Kageyama toward the main road, completely visible. “Is it okay to walk around like this? Don’t the locals know what you are?” “I’m only visible to you right now. I can choose who exactly can see me.” Hinata stuck his tongue out devilishly. “So if you talk too loudly, anyone who passes will think you’re not right in the head and are talking to yourself.” “Oh.” And with that they started their comfortably silent trek back to the cottage. They walked steadily, watching the people settle outside their cottages for a game of dominos or just to sit around to exchange stories that made laughter rise up to the sky. Hinata would stop occasionally to pull out any colorful flowers he saw blooming near the road and to pet every cow or stray dog that they encountered. All the animals eagerly leaned their heads into Hinata’s small hand as if they could sense his warmth and magic and as if they knew how nice his touch would feel. By the time they made it back, it was nightfall and everything was pitch black aside from the eerie gleam of the full moon. Kageyama entered the cottage first, turned on the light, and somehow managed, by the skin of his teeth, to not scream when a little blue person appeared right by his hip. “Fucking hell,” he breathed out. Hinata snickered and stood next to the mysterious meno. “This is Rele, my younger brother.” Rele waved at Kageyama and then turned to Hinata. His lips moved, but no sound came out. At least, it wasn’t a sound that Kageyama’s human, non-magical ears could discern. Kageyama stared at them as they talked to each other in what he could only guess was the meno language, and patiently waited for Hinata to tell him what was making his face scrunch up. “I knew this would happen,” Hinata muttered, eyes now locked to Kageyama’s. “Your dad and his friends were enchanted by the Ciguapa.” “Wait, what?!” “Grab you bag and make sure to pack matches, oil, and a piece of wood! We have to act fast if you want to save them,” he urged, helping Kageyama scramble around for the materials. Once they were packed, Hinata grabbed Kageyama by the hand and they began running. As they rushed into the forest, the leaves around them glowing in that beautiful dim blue, Hinata explained the plan. It was simple, but dangerous. And he’d have to do it completely alone because Hinata helping him, and getting caught, would cause tension between Los Menos and the Ciguapas. But that was fine. It was just some pretty, soul sucking, backwards-feet lady, right? If Hinata hadn’t helped him yesterday he would have probably been eaten by something already, so what better way to use his second shot at life than to save his idiot father and crew? “There they are,” Hinata whispered as they crouched by some trees. “They’re in a trance so don’t even bother trying to wake them up. Just hide among them and do what I told you.” “Okay.” Kageyama took a deep breath. “I hope I don’t die.” Hinata squeezed his hand, shining a reassuring smile. “You won’t, I promise. I’ll be right here.” Hinata then turned invisible and Kageyama took that as a sign to prepare his weapon. He pulled the slab of wood out of his bag, doused the end of it in oil, and held his lighter tightly in his other hand. He slipped out from behind the trees and caught up to the guys, following closely behind them with the slab hidden behind his back. Their destination was just a few minutes away by trance walking, and struggling through thick foliage and a short, rocky path. The Ciguapa’s lair was a well-hidden cave in darkness so black, it made Kageyama’s sweat turn cold. He brought the slab to the front of him and held his lighter to it, thumb ready to press at any moment. There was a sound of bare feet approaching them. And something dragging across the ground. Kageyama held his breath and closed his eyes. He could sense her. And if he tried hard enough, his ears picked up on the tiny noises she made as she circled in on them. He just had to wait until she was close enough. Wait. Wait… His thumb pressed the lighter just as her breath grazed his ear and the end of the wood ignited in a lively fire. Kageyama swung it at her face and she let out an ungodly shriek, jumping back into a crouch while shielding her face with her arms. Kageyama took a step toward her, threateningly pointing the fire at her, and she crawled to the exit of the cave, quickly coming up onto her two backwards feet to run away into the trees. “Where are we?” Takeo mumbled as he looked around him in a haze. Akio and Fumi were also in a similar state of stupefied, ‘ I just woke up from almost getting murdered by a Ciguapa’. Kageyama just let out an exasperated sigh and held the fire above him. “Follow me. Once we get out of this creepy cave I’ll explain everything.” They returned to the spot where Kageyama had parted from Hinata, and Kageyama threw the slab to the dirt round, stomping the fire out. They weren’t even a second in total darkness until the area shimmered blue and Hinata appeared next to Kageyama. The other guys made some sound of amazement, and maybe a slight tinge of fear, but Kageyama dismissed their worry. “It’s fine. This is Hinata, the meno I told you about yesterday.” Takeo ducked closer to get a good look. “He’s not fully blue…and looks very human.” “It’s complicated…Anyhow,” Hinata folded his arms across his chest. “You all must leave this forest and not return. Other creatures are now well aware of your presence. Only worse things will happen if you stay any longer.” “Yes, you’re right,” Takeo lamented. “I’m sorry, I should have listened to Tobio, and the warning you gave him. We’ll leave right away.” Fumi and Akio nodded insistently. “Finally, the first reasonable thing you’ve said since we started this trip.” Hinata chuckled and put his fingers to his lips as if to whistle, but again, it was inaudible. A few moments later, Rele, or the meno Kageyama thought to be Rele, and three other small blue meno formed a circle around them and they all started walking, with Hinata leading the pack. “When we form a circle around you like this, we can make you invisible as well.” Hinata explained. They made it out of the rainforest with ease, bowing and giving thanks to Hinata’s family for their protection. Takeo and the guys eagerly marched ahead to their cottage while Kageyama lingered behind, shooting Hinata a glance that he hoped he’d understand. Hinata smirked and turned to his family to say something. The other menos returned to the forest and Hinata walked Kageyama back to the cottage, stopping a few feet away from the front door. “T-Thanks, by the way,” Kageyama murmured, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “…I guess this is the last time I’ll see you?” Hinata laughed, though it was laced with a bit of regret. “Yes, I guess it is. From the spooked look on you and your companion’s faces, I doubt you’ll be stepping into this rainforest ever again.” “True.” Kageyama furrowed his eyebrows. ‘What if you—” He cut himself off with a hard shake of his head. He was thinking stupid things. How did he grow so attached to what was basically a forest gnome to the point that he almost asked him to come home with him? It was definitely the magic, spells, enchantments, and whatever else, talking. Hinata touched his forearm and stepped in front of him, gaze locked. “What were you going to ask?” “It was stupid,” Kageyama insisted. “It’s just the magic getting to my head.” Hinata’s eyes lost a bit of their glimmer and his smile faded as gave Kageyama tiny, sad smile. “Okay.” “I mean—“ Hinata swiftly pressed his lips to Kageyama’s and stepped back, whispering, “This is the human ‘I like you’, right?” And he disappeared, an echo of his ‘bye-bye’ blown away by the night breeze. To say the least, Kageyama did not get a wink of sleep. And neither did Takeo, since he spent most of the night writing his report and sketching what he saw while the images were still fresh in his head. When morning arrived they all gathered their belongings, had a pitiful breakfast from the scraps left in the kitchen, and quietly waited for the Reo to come pick them up as Takeo had requested last night. “What is the conclusion of your report?” Kageyama asked as they loaded their things into Reo’s trunk. “Of course, that no one is to step into that forest!” Takeo exclaimed. “I’m adventurous, Tobio. Not stupid.” Kageyama laughed through his nose. “Good.” On the ride back to the Palacio Nacional Kageyama knocked out, and only woke up to his father returning to the car having presented his report and received his payment. Kageyama was too tired to ask him about Trujillo’s reaction to the conclusion of the report. Reo drove them to their jet that was ready and waiting to take them back to Japan. It all seemed very rushed to Kageyama, who wondered what the harm of checking into a hotel and sightseeing for a few days would be, but then again, he figured that his father missed the comfort and non-magicalness of his own home just as much as Kageyama did. And also, the Dominican Republic was currently run by a dictator with a short fuse who at any moment could decide that the unsatisfactory results of Takeo’s report had to be punished… But really, who cares. He just wanted sleep. Kageyama climbed up into the jet, picked a window seat near the back, and quickly fell asleep. He woke up what seemed to be few hours later, groggy and head pounding with a headache. He reached to the seat next to him for his bag, where he had water and aspirin, but instead he touched a tan leg. His eyes traveled up the person’s body and saw a familiar mischievous smile. Hinata was sitting next to him. “Holy fuc—“

#kagehina #haikyuu!!#fanfic #dominican folklore au #hq fic

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