#that’s tobio HIS TOBIO

[pixiesnooze]

personal headcanon but i genuinely think hinata would get so offended and defensive when people would tell him he can do better than kageyama even if said in jest

[egggelatin]

hurry!!

[plagalkey]

late night takeout (street racing au)

[srapsodia]

MWAH! 🧡

[shouyuus]

sfw; fluffy

thinking about sunday morning!kageyama in loose sweatpants and a big hoodie, still a bit groggy from sleep, pattering around the kitchen with his feet bare, humming when you come up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist, turning to glance at you over his shoulder with a lopsided smile even as the moka pot begins to bubble.

“morning… sorry, i didn’t wake you, did i?”

you shake your head, nuzzling into his back. his fingers lace through yours, loose over his stomach. his free hand pulls the moka pot from the stove, flicking off the stove in a fluid motion.

“no morning practice today?” you ask, shuffling behind him as he grabs two mugs and pours steaming coffee into both, the pair of you waddling over to the fridge for milk. he shakes his head, reaching around to maneuver you into his side instead, your arms still looped around his middle.

“no. i told you last night,” but there’s no admonition in his voice. you nod as he hands you your mug, blowing gently at the top before he lets you take it.

you make your way to the sofa, curl up on it with one leg tucked under you, kageyama settling in next to you, close enough for him to hook his chin over your shoulder and breathe you in.

you ask him how he slept, if he dreamt of anything. it’s light, aimless conversation, the kind you partake in when saying i love you no longer feels like enough, so you say it cloaked in other words instead — is the coffee too hot, or, what do you want for breakfast, or, i dreamt of you last night, or, yeah? what was it about, or, i don’t remember but it was nice, or, good… glad that i’m nice to you even in your dreams.

you giggle, leaning into his chest as he takes a long breath, his nose digging into the crook of your neck.

“you’re always nice to me,” you say, taking another sip of your coffee. his cup has long since been finished, sat on the coffee table where his face stares up at the pair of you from a spread of glossy magazine covers.

he groans when he sees you looking at them.

”do we have to keep them out?”

you grin, nodding, “yep. what else will i look at when you’re away and i miss you?”

“you could just call me.”

“i can’t when you’re practicing or when you’re playing games.”

“you can watch me when i’m playing games.”

”and for practices?”

he falls silent, and you by nature that he’s actually thinking about it — you laugh, shaking your head.

”i like them cause it’s another way for me to show you off.”

kageyama makes a noncommittal noise, lifting your cooling coffee out of your hands and setting the mug on the table next to his. he doesn’t say anything but you can tell he’s frowning. finally, he settles for —

“why? i’m already yours.”

you feel yourself flush hot with happiness, leaning back till your head is flopping back onto his shoulder and his lips graze the delicate skin of your neck. a shiver works through you as he tugs you back far enough to settle in his lap.

“you’re telling me you don’t have our picture set as your phone lockscreen just so you can brag to your teammates about me?” you ask, grinning as he sighs.

“no — that’s just for me, for when i…” his voice trails off as he realizes what he’s saying. “for when i miss you…”

you hum, letting your eyes fall closed. and for a while, the pair of you sit there, comfortable in each other’s presence, your bodies the pieces of a long-finished jigsaw, your curves and edges so used to being slotted together that there’s no room for hesitation, no space for doubt.

“c’mon, let’s make some breakfast,” you say, patting his hands, settled around your lower belly, twisting around to face him. you meet his eyes — liquid and ocean-dark.

he searches for gaze for a second, and you feel the familiar crest of warmth washing over your like a rising tide. his thumbs trace tender circles into the skin of your lower back, absent and grounding all at once. then, he tips forward to kiss you, brushing his lips to yours so gently it turns your bones to milk within you.

when he pulls away, there’s the shadow of a smile on his lips; his eyes are bright as a sunstruck sea.

”okay, what do you want to eat?”

[u3pxx]

the great king! 👑✌️

[youwerethedefeated]

Can't wait to see how gay this is gonna look animated

[nothatsmi]

Haikyuu screenshots redraw (part 2)

Season two!

I'm currently around the middle of S4. Did I say I never watched Haikyuu before this? Almost 21 and I discover this like any middleschooler ever. Never too late, tho.

[leoppipi]

Tsukikage when fans ask them to make a heart

[deusfoundry]

when natsu is asked which professional volleyball player she idolizes the most, she looks straight into the camera as if she's talking to one person specifically and says kageyama tobio

[heich0e]

actually kind of obsessed w tobio's peers looking at him as a sort of nonsexual being and then seeing him drunk on a night out (with you in attendance) and being mystified by how he can't keep his hands off of you

[adriepple]

“bokuaka are hinatas parents!” this “iwaoi are kageyamas parents!” that

okay??? where is the content of bokuaka and iwaoi interacting as in-laws then

[plagalkey]

oikawa's moving castle AU

(from HQ flash exchange)

[srapsodia]

Ok giving u a different ask hehe can i have kagehina 31 (not)studying together? 🥺👉👈

31: (not) studying together

Hinata stayed over so they could study for their upcoming test! That plan lasted about 20 minutes 😅

[oneforblu]

i get tears in my eyes whenever i think of how karasuno was the foundation of kageyama’s growth. tobio found a team that accepted him & gave him the space to grow as a setter. not being accepted into shiratorizawa was the best thing that could happen to him. because of that rejection, he found his way to shoyo, who would become his lifelong partner and rival. because of his teammates, he finally understood what it meant to be a team. he felt valued and was able to build a connection with people that went beyond volleyball. it’s because he played at karasuno that he’s now able to create connections that help him become a better person AND player. karasuno needed tobio & tobio needed them.

[shouyuus]

─── 飛雄 HE LIKES TO HOLD YOU, sling his arms around your shoulders, press his knee to your knee, crowd into your personal space; he likes to nose into the hollow of your neck, the warm, soft spot behind your ear, even if it makes you squirm away from him, he'd just pull you back and grumble at you to stay still, to stay close.

because he'd always want you close, wouldn't he? always want you within arm's reach, because tobio is nothing if not needy, nothing if not persistent in his petulant want for closeness, for the satisfying friction of skin on skin, for the warm tingle of goosebumps that chase up the length of your arms whenever he presses his lips to your cheek, your neck, the bare skin of your shoulder.

and he'd drink in the way you laugh, the tiny puff of breath before your gasping inhale — his name falling from your lips like a wish or a prayer.

"t-tobio!"

"what?"

he revels in the flush working into your cheeks, his eyes half-lidded in the starveling dark of this izakaya the jva's booked out for the night, the two and a half beers he's had fizzling in his stomach just enough to make his body feel light, to tug at the dwindling edges of his self-restraint till it's fraying. he pulls you into his chest, biting down a smirk at the shiver that shakes down your entire body as you peer up at him with dark, curious eyes.

"people... people will see!"

tobio frowns in earnest then, cocking his head as he weighs the implications. he blinks down at you.

"so?"

but before you can protest again, he bends down to catch your lips in his, humming against your lips, satisfaction unfurling in his chest as he feels you go molten in his arms. he pulls back to trace a thumb along your bottom lip, a dull pounding at the back of his mind, telling him that maybe, just maybe it's time to beg off from this party. he shoves the nagging feeling away for the comfort of pressing his forehead to yours, tracing a finger along the plush of your cheek.

"'s not like people don't know you're mine."