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Panels. | Series
panel. in manga art, panels refers to the frame that wraps around one moment in time.
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an original Haikyū AU pairing Udai Tenma (the og little giant)
warning!! : containing some manga content.
word count : 3540
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Panel - 1
“Udai-san, this part and this one need to be reworked.”
“Which one?”
The guy with shoulder-length curly hair shifted, almost sending his chair to fly closer to the serious, glasses-guy. His face serious and his tone polite and organized, while beside him, the curly guy in his hoodie is casually listening to everything he says like an obedient puppy.
“The monologue is too long. It seems unnecessary and a waste of time. That’s it from me.”
“Akaashi-san, don’t you at least have something nicer to say to me?”
“That was the nicest I could be.”
“Geh.”
The curly black haired guy was, Udai Tenma, next to him was Akaashi Keiji, the editor.
Akaashi sighs, “There is also one thing I couldn’t agree with on the next page.”
“Which one?”
“This one.”
Following the editor’s finger pointing at a panel, Udai seriously listened to the way Akaashi specified the whole scene as ‘overly exaggerated’.
“It’s either you come up with another idea to picture the entire event, or you find another way not to make this panel look like this.”
In other words, a just-cut-it-out-of-the-page-and-good-luck-coming-up-with-something-more-worth-publishing.
“Do you think so?”
A confirmation from Akaashi had Udai nod in understanding. He takes his phone out and notes down everything the editor said while casually listening and answering what he needs to answer.
After Akaashi wrapped the discussion up, Udai casually decides, “Alright. I’ll hand it in in two days.”
“No can do.”
“Eehhh?” Staring at the editor’s serious face, Udai insistsing, “Why not?”
The editor sighed before he starts, “You have a fansign next month for this edition. Everything has to be published by the end of this month. I can only accept tomorrow at the latest, at seven in the morning.”
Udai started to whine, dropping his head on the table after Akaashi made a decision on the deadline. But to what end, though? The deadline had been decided and the dearest charming editor, Akaashi Keiji, is simply someone too savage to give a damn about anything when it comes to the deadline.
In the end, Udai did have to work hard to finish the latest edition of the manga tomorrow morning at the required hour.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Udai-san.”
Udai, with a helpless languid look, while hugging the manuscript sheet that Akaashi had corrected, turns around and stares at his editor pityingly. Still having a little determination to negotiate with the charming editor until there is a more humane leniency from him. He put on his most pathetic face in front of the editor, basically trying his best.
“If you understand, please go home and start working.”
Snorting, Udai jerks himself out of the room like some cranky bear, nearly flying, a little uprising against the unfair working hours. Or perhaps, he just hadn’t yet realized that everything is the result of his amazing skill to procrastinate and pile up all his work at one time, forgetting that he is only human and not a manga printing machine that can be pushed to go the extra mile.
But really, drawing is fun.
Since a long time ago, drawing had been an escape from fear, boredom, anxiety, and some random feelings that oftenly creeped up on him.
Whenever those unfamiliar, unpleasantly all too familiar feelings creeped into his mental frame, he would always tear up a piece of paper and start doodling. About anything. Whatever his eyes caught, or whatever his head imagined, or about some places wherever his brain took him to.
In the subtle sound when his pencil met the paper, there was the peace that flushed through, and it almost felt like he was in the heart of a serene forest. Then the chaos inside him would slowly die down.
There is peace in drawing.
Then here he was, back to the room where almost over twenty volumes of his manga were born. In a room where his pen met several strokes of paper in definite or indefinite lines, where his pen met the screen of his computer at busy hours before all those stories were brought to life as some book, namely manga, working for another extra special hour.
Udai Tenma was not a familiar name before the Zombie Knight Zom'bish manga became as famous as it is now. He was just a normal citizen, an ordinary guy living within the framework of a normal story somewhere in Tokyo.
Although he no longer yearns for those days, for those who still remember, they might recognize him better by a nickname other than his real name. Call it The Little Giant.
With that name, youths familiar with the volleyball of his day would immediately raise an eyebrow, amused, welcoming with a sky-rocketing expectation in the face of that particular figure who in his days was revered for his outstanding ability despite a fairly obvious weakness. The very figure to conquer the orange court of the famously annual national’s spring high volleyball tournament with some player known as the crows.
But those days are over.
Just like the beginning of a fiction novel, the past was left behind and the reader moves on to the next chapters, looking forward to what might lie ahead.
Udai Tenma is one of those readers who diligently turns the pages of the life story that fate had written for him.
His days as the little giant had come to an end when he decided to turn to the next chapter. Now, he is in the chapter where he is just the ordinary Udai Tenma, the manga artist Udai Tenma, living up to the result of his hard work creating over twenty volumes of manga, and is currently and will always be struggling with deadlines from his editor.
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Udai-san, the deadline is tomorrow by seven am in the dot. Please don’t be late.
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Udai grimaced as he read Akaashi’s message from the notification bar of his phone.
It’s not that he will pretend to be on a temporary memory-lost something funnier.
He is working hard.
Despite almost swallowing some of his curly strands as his mouth is busy munching some chips, his hands are busy working on what he had to fix on the entire panel.
“That damn Akaashi really is a dictator. He’s such a sadist. He really is one.”
His hands take a slight pause, scooping up a handful of chips that are almost gone on the other side of the table and feeding himself. He is busy. Very busy. Munching and working on those panels at the same time.
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Udai could barely finish the latest volume of his Zombie Knight Zom'bish.
He grimaced at the fact that the editor is a sadistic perfectionist who alwa time, valuing time too much.
Of all the things that made him grimace more was how Akashi was always she looked like a pathetic misfit every time he handed in a new script.
At first glance, while waiting for Akashi to finish scanning the revised panels with his eagle eyes that always demanded the best of the best that he, as the artist, could come up with, Udai's feet shuffled anxiously under the table as his brain roamed, thinking about whether Akashi Keiji had ever once looked as pathetic as himself right now.
When Akashi Keiji is working as an editor, the room will be so quiet that Udai swears he could hear a needle dropping from the next room. Udai was even convinced that the charming editor had stppped breathing to look for mistakes that aren't worth publishing, to make sure that they wouldn't slip away from his eyes. But honestly, if anything, Udai couldn’t ask for someone better than Akaashi Keiji of all people.
One of the reasons would be that, "There are chips in the second drawer."
Udai had a bad habit of biting his finger as he waited patiently for the dearest editor to do his job scanning over the revised book. And Akashi, surprise surprise, apparently had gotten used to that bad habit of the manga artist, so, amusingly, he prepared the chips in his drawer. Knowing well that the artist had a high level of addiction to msg.
There will always be only a chip in the drawer and that's for Udai.
The curly-haired guy swears that Akashi is probably a hero who only ate healthy food on a daily basis, probably had been sworn over whatever good and bad throughout the heavens and the earth that he shouldn't eat chips.
Witnessing the way Akaashi Keiji being such a perfectionist that he is, making Udai almost lost the last trace of worthiness in himself.
If Akaashi Keiji is just a normal human being, then it should be that Udai Tenma is just a trash.
"Akaashi-san, you're indeed the most understanding person I've ever met in my life."
"Please eat something more proper at home, Udai-san."
Munching, Udai glanced at Akashi and replied, "I eat properly. It's just that, it's not complete if I don't get chips in a day. It's like my brain's freezing."
He held the chips solemnly in his lap while gazing out the window of Akashi's room.
Tokyo was slowly getting to start its bustling, busy morning as he would soon take a rest after this all was over.
"If you eat chips and work hard for the next volume, I don't have anything to say."
"I eat chips while working."
"You've always been on more chewing terms than drawing."
"For the record, I came just in time before the deadline, Akaashi-san. Let's not forget about that."
Udai ignored that Akashi sighed just after he spoke. It was the loudest and clearest he ever heard.
It was quiet for some time until Akaashi turned the last page and all the checks were completed.
Glancing at the table, Udai was still half-chewing when he asked, “Are you finished, Akaashi-san?”
Akaashi confirms, then adds, “If there are no obstacles, the publication will proceed as scheduled.”
Udai nods, “I guess I can rest now.”
“Please.”
Udai almost complains, but instead he helps himself to stand up and excused himself. “Then. I’ll go home and rest. Ja ne, Akaashi-san. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Udai had stepped away when Akaashi called out. So he stopped and turned back to the editor who immediately greeted him with a question.
“Are you free on the weekend?”
Udai frowns. He did not expect such a question coming from a guy at all.
“This weekend?”
Akaashi showed two tickets to Udai who was increasingly confused about what he was dealing with. “I got extra tickets for the theater show on the weekend.”
Udai paused for a moment, trying to figure out the best response in the midst of his confusion. Wait a minute. “We’re... going together?”
“No. I’m busy this weekend.”
Of course.
Udai feels betrayed by Akaashi’s flat, nonchalant answer. Something so obvious shouldn’t have been said out loud like that. And how do he explain this… he feels rejected and uncomfortable as his head went everywhere, to the most ridiculous things he could think of.
“You can go with anyone with those tickets.”
“Anyone?”
“Anyone. Someone of your friends or maybe your girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?”
Then Akaashi’s question came like a bolt of lightning, “You don’t have something like that?”
Udai laughed blandly. “No.”
His laughter was gone but a smile was forced to line his lips when he rewarded the editor with a more or less the same question. “Why don’t you take your girlfriend instead?”
“I told you I’d be busy this weekend.”
Udai was caught off guard. He was half taken aback when he asked, “You have a girlfriend, Akaashi-san?”
“Yes.”
“Eeeehh? But who?” It would not be an exaggeration to say that Udai was almost shrieking at that surprisingly unexpected fact.
But on the other hand, Akaashi was too casual about it.
“Of course it’s none of your business.” The editor responded. This time he added, “If you can’t take these tickets, you’d better go home and rest. Please reduce your eye bags by getting enough sleep and eating regularly. Your fansign is next month, Udai-san.”
Udai laughed, he shook his head as he said, “Akaashi-san, you must have been a strict nerd with an angelic heart.”
“Thank you. I don’t know if I have ever been a nerd for even once.”
“Geeeh.”
Akaashi’s brows lifted, watching the curly-haired manga artist, “hm?”
Udai turned after bowing very politely to Akaashi, forcing the editor to return the bow properly. He then excused himself politely and closed the door very quietly. Weekly Shonen employs one hell of an editor and it’s Akaashi Keiji.
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After a long and fairly strict process, the 22nd volume of Zombie Knight Zomb’ish was finally released. Reader responses were varied, but positive responses dominated. Then after all the process was over, the long awaited fansign that had been scheduled had come.
If asked about how familiar he is with fansigns—given that he is a manga artist—then Udai would honestly say that to this day he is still unfamiliar with some interaction with fans or fan service in modern words.
At his first fansign, Udai barely said anything and just kept his head down, focusing on the part where the fans came to ask him to sign their books. It wasn’t until Akaashi came whispering to him, telling him what he should say and do when his fans came, that Udai improved.
It wasn’t just a newfound nervousness. Since long time ago, Udai had never been very good with people. He had never really grasped the full feeling of being attached to his surroundings. Or maybe, he had, but only briefly.
Today, however, as the manga artist Udai Tenma, when he was confronted with fans lined up to wait their turn for just a few seconds with him, he had to overcome that weakness of his.
Sitting behind the the table was Udai, dressed more neatly than usual: not in a hoodie or plain t-shirt wrapped in his usual dark jacket, but in a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair, well... his hair remained in its usual style. Only, this time, he tried his best to avoid Mr. Akaashi always-demanding-the-best-of-what-one-can-give Keiji protests by styling his hair a bit neater.
From beside the desk where he sat, it was Akaashi who stood watching him like an owl from time to time.
“Good afternoon, thank you for coming and reading Zombie Knight Zomb’ish!”
In front of him was a quiet middle school student, reminiscent of the days when he was a student: the aloof, hostile, not really stood out, high-schooler Udai Tenma.
Udai wrote down that fan’s name after he spelled it and signed in the same place as where he signed it to the fan before him after learning that he had no special requests. Just like that, the youngster excused himself quickly from the spotlight. Udai was intrigued by the bit of the past that the fan brought before him, catching a little fragment of himself that used to hate attention in more or less the same way.
His smile lingered as he greeted the next fan who was surprisingly excited to meet him. Without prompting, she expressed her thoughts on his work. It was always pleasant to hear some people express their likeness about how good his works are, but to hear someone passionately declare an addiction to his work was something quite ridiculous and amusing.
Just before security let the next fan in, from behind came Akaashi who commented, “At least that person won’t be having an msg overdose.”
Udai still had a chance to reply, “Come on! It’s not that I’m addicted to some weirder things.”
“Alright. Please turn around and say hello to your fans, Udai-san.”
Udai returned to being the manga artist his fans had been eager to meet.
“Good afternoon. Thank you for coming and thank you for always reading Zombie Knight Zomb'ish!”
Udai didn’t expect that someone would talk about anything other than how much they loved and appreciated his work. He did not expect that the day would come when one of his fans would say something about him.
“Seeing you in person really amazed me. You have a very handsome face and a very sweet personality.”
“Eh?”
Udai almost stopped when he realized that of all people, he was the one who objected most to what was said about him instead of feeling grateful that one of his many fans was saying nice things about him in person. No, instead he was amused at himself blushing over the unsubstantiated accusation.
He swore he wanted to say something in his defense if only their time was not up and he had to attend to the next fan immediately. In the end, in a low tone under his breath, Udai said, “You must have the wrong person.”
Behind him, he caught an amused huff that made him take the time to slightly threaten the dreamy editor through his gaze. He had just enough time to return before the next fan arrived, more than enough to hear how the first thing the fan noticed was that the very editor standing behind him had a cute face.
That was definitely not something new. It was no secret that Akaashi had a charming face that attracted attention from the moment Udai first met him. As a man, Udai admitted that Akaashi had everything that made him worthy of being called a handsome man: a certain amount of coolness, a charming face, a serious and hardworking tendency in everything he did, a dexterity that he picked up from his days as a setter at one of Tokyo’s powerschools, and a fashion sense that was definitely a ladies’ delight. But definitely not with how fans express Akaashi Keiji in their dictionary.
Udai swore that he desperately had to hold back his laughter when the fan said that Akaashi looked like a baby owl.
If only Udai had enough time to pull out his cell phone, he would have taken a picture of Akaashi blushing. A super rare sight.
From then on, after the fansign, Udai started bringing up the fan’s words. It was clear to see how the strict editor Akaashi Keiji was caught off-guard by a fan praising him out of the blue.
At lunchtime, Udai didn’t stop teasing Akaashi about it, being so serious when stating that soon, the editor might be getting his own fans, or might soon be holding his own fansign considering that, at the end of the fansign, some fans had gathered and questioned whether the editor-san could get into the photo.
After quite happily colonizing Akaashi with the childishness he suddenly developed at the last minute, Udai excused himself and went to the toilet.
When he finished, Udai was walking at a leisurely pace. But fate wrote something different by still making him bump into someone even at the most leisure pace he took, even when he made sure that he paid attention to his surroundings this time.
Right in front of the corridor, a cell phone fell to the floor, followed by its owner he had just bumped into who immediately bent down to apologize and immediately followed to pick up her cell phone at the same time as Udai who also rushed to grab the phone for her.
Udai did not immediately get up when his eyes caught something he did not expect. Something unfamiliar yet familiar and warm in his memory. He stopped when the person he bumped into walked past him.
The sound of her footsteps gradually moving further away from her back, then stopped.
Seconds slowed in his world. The bustling sounds of the shopping center were drowned out by the silence that suddenly erupted through this unexpected coincidence. His heartbeat slowed down as if accounting for every second that passed. Inside his head, questions about this and that swirled around. He was not exaggerating anything to say that his world had once a blizzard. When the voice came, the snow in his world melted away, forcibly driven away with the unfamiliar warmth of spring bursting from the bottom of his chest when the voice rang in his ears.
“Udai... san?”
There were a few seconds that he missed before he helped himself to turn around, welcoming a presence he never dared to expect to be anywhere before his eyes.
His world turned into a black and white panel as all the color he knew returned to the girl.
“You’re... Udai-san, right? Udai Tenma-san. Right?”
Udai knew what name he would call, what he would say when his senses reconnected with that presence. Her.
He swallowed, swallowing all the feelings that came together in this unexpected encounter, trying to stem them with a little courage to open his voice.
“Sasaki?”
Sasaki Tsubasa, the one who is staring at him with a glimmer of newly flushed pleasure in her eyes. Her smile amused. Her eyes warm. Steadily, not awkward like him, she helped herself to face him properly.
“Oh. It’s really you, Udai-san.”
The time her smile bloomed, his world that once was a black and white panel, turned colorful. Just like when cherry blossoms bloomed during the first day of spring, she was there to color everything again.
“Thankfully, I didn’t get the wrong person.”
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next chapter coming soon.
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I kind of want to write something x high school Tenma Udai someday
like if u would read lol
imagine calling him lil’ biggie instead of little giant (now that I think of it, would be funny w Hoshiumi too) and he angrily corrects you every time even though you’re obviously just doing it for a reaction
imagine him drawing you as a manga panel and leaving the drawing on your desk without signing it because he doesn’t know how to approach you
imagine tutoring him because he’s so wrapped up in being the ace and can’t go to training camp after a failed exam and so on and so forth
imagine discovering his talent for drawing and being part of the reason why he decided it’s okay to not pursue volleyball after high school
just some late night thoughts I had
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Do you ship it?
#haikyuu#haikyu!!#tsukishima akiteru#saeko tanaka#akisaeten#tenma udai#the little giant#poll#polls#fandom polls#shipping#anime
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Damn bro, relax
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One of my favorite things about Udai Tenma is that throughout the series, Haikyu sets him up to be kind of a Big (little) Thing.
Like, Hinata goes on and on about how amazing he is and how inspirational watching him play was. And he's always talked about with, like, reverence, because he was the star player when Karasuno was in their heyday. There's so much hype built up around him that it seems he's become larger than life; he is, after all, *the* Little Giant and he's kind of a Big Deal.
He's incredibly important to the story, but kept sort of shrouded in mystery. He's Karasuno's #10. The star player. The Little Giant. His actual name isn't even revealed until much, much later in the series.
And then he turns up at the tournament and it's this moment where Hinata gets to meet his hero, f i n a l l y and he's just
Because after all that, he's just some guy.
He's not the man, the myth, the legend. He's just some nerdy college student, living a regular life.
And it's interesting, I think, to explore how he was built up so much throughout the course of the series. It was done so well, in a way that seemed to build anticipation for this moment where he and Hinata would cross paths. You were only ever treated to glimpses of him, but still had an idea of what to expect, and then he just turned out to be the complete opposite of what he was set up to be and it's kind of weirdly satisfying.
Then he comes back later looking like this
and that's somehow even better.
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tenma udai. thoughts? i think gorgeous beautiful man who ahem CHANGED LIVES with BRIEF passion, grew out of it found other passions, appreciates growth and love and commitment and devotion but also inspired growth love commitment and devotion without knowing and that's hq's entire foundation - what you do matters and will help build people into they are or want to be, so do it with everything you got. give it your all. be the best or atleast TRY. that's all you need. to try. and you're halfway there.
passion incites passions and we see this throughout, with takeda sensei, shimizu, hitoka, the TEAMS they're playing change because of how they other plays
I agree. Passion incites Passion resonates with Haikyuu big time. Tenma Udai. The Little Giant who inspired Shoyo. For me, tenma was a character who most particularly served as an unbiased audience for the entire komomodei match. But then outside of that , I was truly worried about how Shoyo would react to his idol not really picking up volleyball thereafter. But goddamn this manga is really good. It really covers it all huh. All the good things of life. All the meaningful things. Tenma's passion serving as the foundation to Shoyo's hunger. Monster breathes Monster. Everything you do matters at the end of the day.
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The Little Giant has been a mysterious character since he was introduced to the series. But, apart from the idol of Shōyō Hinata, is it just an unknown shadow floating around, destined to never appear in the series? Or could it be more than just a model for Shōyō?
Although its characterization is covered by layers and layers of ambiguity, we have finally got our answers! Shōyō met the "Little Giant" before Karasuno played against Kamomedai High. It was a shocking moment for Shōyō, not to mention us longtime fans of the Haruichi Furudate volleyball series!But unfortunately, the "Tiny Giant" is nothing more than an average citizen. She was simply visiting the Tokyo Spring Tournament Nationals to support Karasuno High, his former high school and alma mater.
After following Haikyū!! And the beloved Furudate characters for 7 years long awaited, I have to express my disappointment after reading the debut of Tiny Giant in chapter 338 (Volume 38) of the series:
Is that all? Is that him? The "little giant"? Is this the twist that fans have been waiting for for a long time? Damn it!
I'm sure Shōyō felt the same even after meeting his idol! You can see his facial expression even if he comes to accept it later. The real name of the Little Giant is Tenma Udai. He stopped playing volleyball after high school and is now a mangaka (LOL! I know!) In the Haikyū!! Universe.
He chose the mangaka route because he was not invited to play in other teams because of his short stature. Ironic, isn't it? And because he was discouraged (perhaps, constantly because of a lot of waste), his demotivation grew until he eventually abandoned sports.
#haikyuu!!#hinata shoyo#kageyama tobio#tsukishima kei#nishinoya yū#daichi sawamura#tanaka ryunosuke#tadashi yamaguchi#koshi sugawara#kiyoko shimizu#yachi hitoka#keishin ukai#asahi azumane#chikara ennoshita#kinoshita hisashi#narita kazuhito#takeda ittetsu#karasuno#kenma kuzome#kuroo testuro#yaku morisuke#nekoma high#akira kunimi#iwaizumi hajime#oikawa tooru#kentaro kyotani#kindaichi yuutarou#aoba johsai
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Okay, okay!
So, I have a theory, and it may be really far out there, BUT! What if, the Little Giant was actually Suga’s granddad or someone the Giant cared a lot about. Because we don’t actually know who the cloaked figure is, and you’ve mentioned before that it’s not Udai Tenma cuz you stated this before he appeared in the manga.
This also ties in with one of the lines in Akaashi’s poem, “The duel must come to an end”. This line has always confused me, cuz there hasn’t been that many major duels, except! For the duel between the giants! And maybe, the duel has to come to an end because it never finished. Maybe the Giant ran away, cuz he couldn’t fight someone he cared about so much. Oikawa noticed in his first year that the Light shouldn’t have won, and it all came down to this one duel.
And that is what is going to happen, there is going to be one final battle to end the duel. But, the old Noroi died? How is he going to finish the duel? He’s not, a descendant of his is. Suga! Or, if the Little Giant wasn’t Noroi, the ender of the duel could be Hinata. Hinata was put in an orphanage, so for all we know, he could have had a magical parent that died in the war. Maybe even the Little Giant, who I’m not sure we ever got confirmation that he died? Correct me if I’m wrong.
But yeah, that’s my theory. :/
Anyway, thanks for making this series, I have dedicated my life to it lol. :P
Lots of good thoughts....that I can neither confirm or deny. All I can say it's definitely not Udai Tenma, who is not in this story as he didn't really exist at the time I was planning it.
So for now and as always, maybe so maybe no good theory tho :)
*Side note: I always love reading these theories even if I can't comment much on them. Thank you for sending it
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Panels. | Series
panel. in manga art, panels refers to the frame that wraps around one moment in time.
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an original Haikyū AU pairing Udai Tenma (the og little giant)
warning!!: containing some manga content.
word count: 6790
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Panel - 8
Udai sat at his desk, the dim light of the lamp casting a warm glow over his workspace. His fingers flicked across the keyboard, jotting down notes and ideas as they came to him.
He was working hard on the rough sketch of the whole plot twist, and his enthusiasm for the story had reached new heights. He felt like a conductor, orchestrating the characters and events of his manga into a grand symphony of emotion and excitement.
The idea of a human organization behind the outbreak of zombies had opened up a new world of possibilities for him, and he was determined to make the most of it.
Udai’s mind raced with possibilities as he sketched out the rough outline of the new plot twist. He added notes about how the organization would interact with the other characters, and how it would affect the climax of the story.
As he worked, Udai felt a great sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was creating something unique and exciting. He had always loved manga, and now he was finally making one of his own.
But at the same time, he felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He knew that he had to make the story work, had to craft characters and situations that would keep readers intrigued and engaged.
Udai worked through the night, barely stopping to eat or rest. He was consumed by his vision, and he knew that he had to do everything he could to bring it to life.
As morning approached, Udai put down his pen and leaned back, admiring his handiwork. The rough sketch was complete, and he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him.
Udai had barely slept a wink, so consumed was he with his rough sketch of the plot twist.
Satisfied with his accomplishment, Udai took his phone out and took a photo of his work which he sent to his editor.
To : Akaashi Keiji
05.51 - *attachment*
05.52 - Perfectly wrapped!! >.<
Udai was still surprised by the fact that his editor would even still be there to reply to him in the early morning, still wondering what time he actually woke up.
From : Akaashi Keiji
05.54 - Congratulations.
However, even being a super fast-responding editor, there was no excitement that he could capture from his reply. Akaashi Keiji was indeed a flat man, unsurprisingly. Udai vowed to bet that so far, he had only ever seen two punctuation marks on any of his messages. Well, it wasn’t like he expected a message to be more expressive.
To : Akaashi Keiji
05.55 - Let’s meet, Akaashi-san!
05.55 - I’ll show you the details and everything. You’re definitely gonna love it for 120%, Akaashi-san!!
05.56 - And please show some excitement to cheer me up -_-
From : Akaashi Keiji
05.58 - I’m excited.
Exactly.
To : Akaashi Keiji
05.59 - I’ll meet you up at 7 or 8 in café B
05.59 - Give me some time to at least pretty myself before meeting you. I need to look competent.
From : Akaashi Keiji
06.00 - At seven, in café B.
Udai sighed, “As expected from our Akaashi Task-Focus Keiji-san.”
As soon as the sun had risen, Udai was already on his way to meet with Akaashi at the scheduled time. He couldn’t wait to show off what he'd created.
As he sat in the café, sipping on a warm cup of coffee, Udai could feel the excitement building up inside him. He pulled out his sketch and slid it across the table to Akaashi.
“Good morning, Akaashi-san! Good day today!”
Akaashi greeted with his casual trademark politely, “Good morning, Udai-san.”
Although Akaashi may seem ignorant and strict, he was actually a nice guy on the other side. It was no surprise that he took the time to order another coffee in advance. Saving Udai the hassle of wasting time queuing up alongside the formal office hours chasers lining up before the ordering counter, not to mention that he pretty much knew what Udai would order and ordered that.
But, honestly, Udai was still wondering if Akaashi was really that considerate or if all along, it was just something he did to save time. Remembering that they were here about work, and Akaashi Keiji is Akaashi Task-Focus Keiji in the first place.
After some simple pleasantries, Udai pulled out a tab and handed it to Akaashi. Then, those hopeful seconds rolled around.
Akaashi took a sip of his own coffee and studied Udai’s work, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Udai waited eagerly for his reaction, hoping for praise and approval.
But instead, Akaashi was quiet for a long time. Finally, he spoke.
“Alright. I’m done reading.” Akaashi said, taking a sip of his coffee.
Udai nodded, shifting closer so that he could get what significant change to hear Akaashi clearer. His little notebook was ready, a pen was ready on his mark.
“First off, I think the pacing could be improved. The introduction of the human organization behind the outbreak should be more gradual, to build suspense and tension.”
Udai frowned in concentration. Pen brushing against the paper of his notebook as he writes everything his editor was mentioning thoroughly. His eyes distractedly scanning over the panel that Akaashi was talking about.
“I see,” he said, “what else, Akaashi-san?”
Akaashi took another sip of his coffee before continuing. “Also, I think the character motivations need to be clearer. Right now, they feel a bit muddled and inconsistent.”
Udai felt a sense of frustration. He thought he'd understood his characters perfectly, but now it seemed like he had to go back to the drawing board.
“I see…” he paused, thinking about something, then nodded, “I get it,” he said.
Akaashi leaned back in his chair. “That’s all from me.”
Udai nodded.
“But don’t worry, Udai-san. These are small tweaks that can be easily fixed. And besides, the overall concept of the story is still strong. I think you have something special here.”
Udai took a deep breath, feeling a bit reassured. Akaashi was right — the story was still rough around the edges, but it had the potential to be great. They’ve talked about this before and agreed that this was a promising twist to end the whole story with.
“I sure get it, Editor-san.”
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Udai let out a sigh as he rummaged through his drawer, searching for a pen. But as he dug deeper, his hands brushed against something soft and familiar
A small, old notebook, brown in color.
Udai felt a pang of nostalgia as he picked up the notebook, the one he used to carry with him everywhere back then in highschool. It was quite a multifunctional notebook as it could be something he would write some scratches of mathematical scribble or just something he would use to fool his Japanese teacher about his invisible homework. And then, he also uses this small notebook to pour some fragments of his lame, cringe, stupid ideas as just an inexperienced high-schooler.
The panels that filled some of the pages were fading, fragile with time. The once vibrant images that filled the empty panels have almost disappeared, no longer echoing those voices he remembered in the back of his mind.
As he flipped through the pages, memories flooded back to him—of his first ever manga to be created; the first one he was dared to share the public with, while on the other side of the fragile page was a sketch that once he tried so hard to hide from Akaashi.
Her. His first ever drawing of Tsubasa, his first inspiration, the main protagonist of his first manga.
He remembered it.
It was nothing more like his current work with all the darkness and grayness of zombies and conflicts that are hard to digest. Back then, his first manga was a cringe-worthy story about a schoolboy romance ignited by the feelings that blossomed in pink.
Unlike Zombie Knight that sold hundreds of millions of copies worldwide, his first manga was only rewarded with a small panel at the end of a weekly newspaper, the result of his gambling with fate that won him a lucky break.
About his first manga, Udai never said that he was particularly skillful, or that the story was particularly good. Instead, there were many weaknesses in his first manga. But back then, everything was pink, because beside him, there was always a warm whisper of reminder to always appreciate himself.
She had been there with him during those early days, encouraging him and supporting him when he was just starting out.
How cruel time had been.
It consumed all the panels containing the fragments of his ideas on those fragile sheets, yet, it seemed reluctant to take away the depiction of his first love, as if it was determined to keep punishing him with agony.
His chest ached, tight with regret that he could not put into words. Even a thousand apologies would not be able to contain his regret for what he could not repeat.
About the last time, yes, Udai was surprised because he didn’t expect that Tsubasa would be one of the million readers-not to mention, fans-of his manga. He wasn’t sure how he would sum up his feelings after gathering them all one by one.
There was something about this that excited him; that she read his manga, and even took some time to read his manga in between her presumably hectic work. It was a small victory, something that meant so much to him.
It was certainly something to be proud of, not only as a creator who managed to turn the world of one of his readers from time to time, as a Senpai who managed to gain the sincere support of one of his Kohai, but also as... someone who worked hard to realize one of the dreams they had once shared together in the early days.
However, something about this also made his chest tight.
The fact that she was the one who knew the most about his journey from the scratch, and still continued to be one of his readers until he was at this high made his heart clenched.
The door that led him to go back no longer existed.
That time, frustrated with what fate could not give him, frustrated that his hand could not reach an opportunity he desperately wanted to grasp, Udai lost his ability to distinguish between red and green.
The words that came out of his mouth, drumming like thunder, shutting down the only access he had.
One day, when there was a chance to turn everything back, he still put his ego first though a large part of him was fighting to be released from his binding pride, to return to the panel where the two of them were connected, to her.
Later on, when he encountered the last chance indifferently, the last access he had to return simply disappeared.
If only he could—
Udai shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He had work to do—work that Akaashi had pointed out needed improvement. He couldn’t let himself get distracted by thoughts of Tsubasa.
With renewed focus, Udai set to work. He spent hours poring over his sketch, making the changes that Akaashi had suggested. He adjusted the pacing, worked on making the character motivations clearer, and tightened the overall structure of the story.
As he worked, Udai found that his mind kept wandering back to Tsubasa.
He wondered if she was reading his manga now in between something she would be doing on her desk, if she would be proud of him for chasing his dreams. But he knew that he couldn’t let those thoughts get in the way of his work.
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Udai had spent the whole night working on the changes that Akaashi had suggested. He had barely slept, hands sore from the constant sketching and note-taking.
But finally, he had a finished product in front of him — a revised rough sketching of the new twist of Zomb’ish ending, with the pacing smoothed out and the character motivations crystal clear.
He couldn’t wait to show Akaashi, to see the look of approval on his editor's face. As he headed to the café the next day, he felt a sense of nervous excitement building up inside him.
Akaashi was already there when Udai arrived, sitting at their usual table with a cup of coffee in front of him. Udai pulled out his sketch and slid it across the table to Akaashi, unable to contain the smile spreading across his face.
“Check it out, Akaashi-san.” Udai said, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him, “I think I’ve finally nailed it.”
Akaashi took a sip of his coffee before studying the sketch, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Udai waited eagerly for his reaction, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
But as he watched, Akaashi’s face remained impassive. He kept looking back and forth between the sketch and Udai, expression unchanged.
Finally, he spoke. “Hm. This is much better,” he said, “but I still think the pacing could be improved in this scene here.”
Udai felt the frustration rising inside him. He had worked so hard on this, putting all of his energy and passion into making the changes that Akaashi had demanded. And yet, it still wasn’t enough.
“Akaashi-san,” Udai said, making sure disappointment creeping into his voice, “I worked all night on this. I’m overworked and exhausted, and you still want me to make more changes?”
Akaashi looked up at him, his expression nonchalant as ever. “I just gave you some necessary feedback on how to improve your manga, for your own sake, Udai-san,” he said, “and as the mangaka, you are to make the necessary changes to realize what’s better. It’s necessary to be proud of your work, but you should also be willing to make changes when they’re necessary.”
Udai sighed, feeling a sense of guilt washing over him. He smiled wryly, almost a grin but more of a wincing sound. “As expected, your words are as sharp as ever. Do you have some kind of routine to sharpen them every morning? That’s why you’re waking up that early in the morning every day? And just how many times did you mention the word necessary just now?”
Akaashi did not respond, prompting Udai to quickly add what should have been his answer earlier. “I thought you’d be a little foolproof. Anyway, alright,” he said, trying to keep the defeat out of his voice, “I’ll make the necessary changes. But please, Akaashi-san. Can you show some mercy?”
Akaashi paused, his eyes locking onto Udai’s. For a moment, Udai thought he saw a flicker of kindness in them, a hint of sympathy.
But then Akaashi spoke, his tone nonchalant. “Well, only if you’re up for a hiatus, I suppose?”
Udai groaned, “Oh, come on!”
And with that, Akaashi took another sip of his coffee, his attention already shifting to something else.
“I’m 100% sure you are still going to demand a revision on my graveyard. I’m 100– no, 200% sure of that!” Udai muttered.
“Well, then, that’s cruel.”
“You’re the one saying that?”
Hours turned into days, and Udai felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into a hole of pure artistic drive. He was consumed by his work, tweaking and refining every detail until it was perfect.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he had a new draft ready.
Finally, Akaashi spoke. “Hm. This is it,” he said, “this’ll do.”
“Yosh!” Udai smiled, fisting the air confidently, missing the slight smile in Akaashi’s face. “Finally, a chance to sleep!”
“Sleep?”
Akaashi’s eyebrow, quirked. “You have a deadline for the 25th volume, Udai-san. Have you forgotten about that?”
His world was upside down, his head buried in the table as his mouth uttered a cry of whine.
“Akaashi-san… Remission please~”
Udai raised his head, his face making Akaashi frown in horror. It was truly a look that made people concerned.
“Udai-san, at this rate, you look more terrifying than the walking dead in your manga. Your face is terrifying!”
“Akaashi-san…”
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Udai stumbled out of the café, his mind still filled with thoughts of deadlines and work. He was exhausted, barely able to keep his eyes open, let alone focus on anything else.
But as he walked down the sidewalk, lost in his own world, he suddenly felt something collide with his leg. He looked down, feeling a sense of surprise creeping up on him.
A little kid was standing there, looking up at him with wide eyes. A little boy. He couldn’t have been more than five or six years old, dressed in a bright orange jacket and holding a teddy bear in one hand.
Udai felt a sense of panic rising up inside him. He was not good with kids. He had never been good with them, even when he was young, and now he was too tired and overworked to deal with something like this.
But before he could say anything, the kid spoke up. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, “can you help me find my dad?”
Udai felt the panic rising up inside him. He didn’t know what to do or say. He was too flustered, too overworked, and too exhausted to think straight.
“I, uh,” he started, feeling his voice falter, “I’m not sure. I don’t… I don’t know where your dad is.”
The kid’s lower lip started to quiver, and Udai felt a sense of guilt washing over him. He didn’t want to make the kid cry.
But try as he might, he couldn’t think of anything to say or do. He was too lost in his own thoughts, too consumed by his own problems.
As the little boy’s sobs grew louder, people started to turn and stare. Udai felt a sense of embarrassment wash over him. He didn’t want to cause a scene, didn’t want to be the center of attention.
Awkwardly, still unsure of what he could say to calm the little boy down, let alone of anything he could do for him, Udai bent down to meet him. His hand slowly, hesitantly and awkwardly, tried to touch the little boy’s shoulder to calm him down.
First of all, just do it like this… right?
His brain quickly to find a way out. Finally, he managed to stammer out something, something that only made things worse. “I-I’m sorry, but.. but I really don’t know how to find your dad.”
He was dumb.
The little boy’s crying was getting worse. Instead of making the little boy feel better, what he had just said, made things worse. As expected, he was really bad with kids.
Not to mention his looming deadline waiting at the apartment, another thing happened on his way back.
Panic and guilt mixed with his anxiety when she was being noticed by every eye that passed by them. Udai was rooted to the spot... it was obvious that immediately leaving this little boy alone right there would make him a total jerk, right? But even then, his presence only exacerbated this little boy’s crying.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, someone passed by, approaching the little boy and greeting him kindly.
His world was momentarily taken over by the figure that had just passed by. Someone familiar had been there, taking over his role as the adult he had failed to play.
Crouching down to meet the little boy was Tsubasa who had appeared out of nowhere behind him. Although he wondered about her unexpected presence—and about this whole threatening thread of their continuous encounter—he was grateful that it was Tsubasa, who had always been very much better at things that he was bad at.
Her hands met the little boy’s shoulders gently, and she was warm. Her smile was as warm as a spring breeze.
“Hey, it’s okay,” her soothing voice, would no doubt immediately soothe the little boy from his crying which had previously gotten worse because of him. “Are you lost?”
The child nodded, hiccupping as he tried to speak. “I can’t find my dad,” he said, tears streaming down his face.
“Ah? Is that so? So you can’t find your dad?”
“Yes.”
Tsubasa was nodding.
“Are you going to help me find my dad, Onee-san?”
Tsubasa nodded again, this time a smile spread across her lips. “Yes, I am.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Tsubasa promised, “You can wipe your tears now—”
“Isamu, Tanaka Isamu.”
“Ah? So, your name is Isamu?”
The little boy nodded, “Yes.”
Tanaka.
Wait. Tanaka?
That name rang a bell to Udai. A name that he once heard back then in high school, a name of a familiar classmate with particularly short, blonde hair.
His eyes fixed to the little guy talking with Tsubasa, scanning that little boy, obviously looking for some resemblance that could ring a bell.
“Well, you got a very good name right there, Isamu-kun! Your parents must have thought so well to give you the name as it goes really well with you! Isamu. Bravery.”
Udai was unable to move as his eyes took in the way Tsubasa had her own way of soothing the lost little boy.
His heart clenched, tight with pain. Throbbing at every second he spent watching what was unfolding before him. Yet, on the one hand, seeing all the interactions between Tsubasa and the little boy brought relief to her heart.
“Alright brave boy, let’s find your dad! Can you tell me where did you see him last?”
“We were walking on the street and my dad said he wanted to go to the toilet. But he was taking so long, so I went to check… But I couldn’t find any toilet nearby and get lost in the street.”
“Alright, I get it. Now can you tell me about what your dad looks like?”
Watching Tsubasa saving his ass in front of the little boy made Udai feel embarrassingly safe.
Then, when she was done listening to everything the little boy said, Tsubasa turned to Udai. Her eyes that looked at him warmly carried with them a million pains that stabbed straight into his heart.
“Udai-san, hello,” she said.
The world was about her. The world was her.
Udai struggled to breathe, almost forgetting how to do so. And he almost forgot how to speak.
As best he could, he tried to answer her greeting in a friendly manner. A smile might be difficult, but a friendly greeting wouldn’t hurt, right? After all, in no time now, Hatakeyama Jiro might be coming to catch up with her, certainly couldn’t stand to be a second longer away from his significant other.
“Oh, Tsubasa. Hi.”
Even after a moment, Udai didn’t realize that he had just called her by her given name rather than her last name like the last two times. He only realized after Tsubasa’s eyes softened at him, tender, and so warm that guilt creeped up preying on his skin.
“I mean… Sasaki. Hello, Sasaki.”
Tsubasa just smiled, then immediately told him that she would help the little boy find his father. She intended to call the police to keep an eye on the little boy and will wait until the police come. Udai could see how the little boy held Tsubasa’s hand comfortably, certainly feeling safe and a thousand times better.
“I’ll be back when I’m done. Can you wait for me at a nearby park?”
Udai felt his heart sink into his stomach. Dumbstruck, he could only stare at her.
“I’ll be there to join you soon,” Tsubasa said, “so, wait for me.”
You’ll be there soon... then... then what? What of it that’s good for me? For us?
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He should have said something.
Udai should have said something like ah, don’t bother coming back, I won’t wait for you, I’ll just leave, or perhaps something that’s more like I really wasn’t expecting another encounter with you, so please just go.
He should have said something, yet he didn’t. And it was because he couldn’t bring himself to say something that he felt annoyed with himself.
Didn’t he not want this meeting? Getting involved with her, getting into this panel was the last thing he wanted—
“Udai-san?”
Her voice came closer. Udai’s world shifted from the gray of self-reproach and the deafening hum of regret, to the warm greeting of a familiar woman smiling at him.
Her hand waved, kindly greeting him before she joined him.
Time is cruel. So is fate.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Tsubasa joined him, not hesitating to sit in the empty spot beside him. Her gaze was on him as she said, “I had to take care of other things while handing the child over to the local police. Ah, but the little boy’s father arrived just before the police took him.”
“Yeah?”
Tsubasa nodded. “Hm.” She took out a business card and showed it to Udai. “Her father is a personal trainer.”
Tsubasa’s gaze focused on the business card, missing how Udai’s gaze focused on her. It was as if his gaze was glued to her every feature, and as if the world around her was sinking into black and white.
Was it true that this encounter was the last thing that he wanted?
Turning to face him, Tsubasa was almost surprised to find that Udai had been watching her all along. Udai, realizing that he had been caught looking at her carelessly, immediately averted his gaze. Awkwardness creeping over his skin. Subconsciously, his hands clenched. Stupid thing, he cursed.
Udai was just about to apologize, but Tsubasa preceded him.
“I—“
“I’m sorry, Udai-san! I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Slowly, Udai turned to Tsubasa.
“I didn’t know that you were seeing the business card.”
Their gazes met.
Udai didn’t know whether to be grateful that he wasn't caught, or to be disappointed for some stupid reason.
He stared at the business card Tsubasa handed him for a moment as he heard her, “Here.”
Then Tsubasa added, “Ah, right. They’re also from Miyagi. What a coincidence, right?”
Udai had expected that before. The name Tanaka that the little boy brought up was all too familiar in his memory. He didn’t need Tsubasa to tell him that. He remembered the name he read on the business card.
“Ah, yeah…” Udai hesitated to nod, “thank you.”
Tsubasa smiled and quickly pulled out the business card and slipped it into the pocket of the jacket she was wearing.
Udai glanced over after hearing Tsubasa exhale loudly; a sigh of relief that ended in a smile as her eyes wandered to something he didn’t really want to know about.
“Summer will be over really soon…” she murmured.
This time, before being caught watching her again like before, Udai gathered the remnants of his sanity to quickly shift his gaze. Then just as he expected, Tsubasa returned him.
Really, though. He really wanted to ask her just for once, was she okay every time she was looking at him so casually like this? Since he never was..
“I’m sorry,”
Udai, who immediately turned, was greeted by Tsubasa’s smile. Although initially surprised by her words and the way she was looking at him, he frowned, even more confused by her words.
“that must’ve been so surprising for you.”
“Huh? About… about what?”
“About that little boy before,” Tsubasa continued, “you must have gotten confused when he started crying.”
Udai almost winced.
“Well... there are many unexpected things on the road. A mugging, a hit-and-run, a fight, a little boy looking for his father who was from Miyagi,” Tsubasa smiled before she got to her last sentence, “also about meeting you again on the street.”
The world around them went silent at that sentence. Everything slowed down, time, and everything outside of their panel slowed down.
“But I bet you must have been pretty flustered by a little kid suddenly crying in front of you, well... not to mention that it was surprising.”
The world returned to its normal rotation, and Tsubasa had returned to meet his gaze.
At Tsubasa’s innuendo, Udai grimaced. He almost looked half dejected when he said, “Do I look like that unreliable for you to say that?”
“Ah?”
Udai sighed, “I, too, am an adult myself.”
No matter how hard Udai denied the connection and familiarity between them, it would never be enough to fool his feelings. In the midst of his persistence to resist prolonged interaction with her, his body naturally succumbed to the magnetic force she brought with her. And that was how this interaction came back to its pole, to the panel he was on.
Udai would surely regret this.
One night, he would wake up to witness how he was wrapped in a bundle of guilt for crossing the line, for coming back into her life.
Then her laughter rang out, crystal clear in his ears. And the sight, oh, don’t even ask. Udai had no idea that somewhere in this world, he would find something that could match what he was witnessing.
Her eyes narrowed as she turned to meet his gaze. Beautiful, as ever. A glimpse of Sasaki Tsubasa, whom he met nine years ago, fit in between them. Udai’s heart swelled with pain, regret, and longing all rolled into one.
“Well, that little boy can decide for himself,” Tsubasa said.
In her smile this time, there was innuendo and confidence and a hint of joke. In his eyes however, there was something unreadable.
The one second during which their gazes met felt like a thousand years, seconds spinning away for what seemed like forever. Immediately, before he crossed the line even further, Udai averted his gaze.
“Ah! Right!”
Udai was almost startled by Tsubasa’s voice. He immediately turned to meet her.
“About that day,” Tsubasa continued, “what happened to your precious t-shirt?”
Udai remembered, “Oh…”
Guilt had just entered Tsubasa’s eyes. Her forehead furrowed, almost looking like she was wincing as she said, “I’m really sorry for what happened the other day! I was really careless!”
Udai raised both hands, “O-oh... yeah, I’m fine.”
“Then what happened? Did you wash it yourself?”
“Eh?”
“Your t-shirt I mean,” Tsubasa said. “Did you wash it on your own?”
“Sure— ah, I took my clothes to the laundry.” Udai quickly continued before Tsubasa could say anything. “I made a note to the laundry worker to pay attention to the ocha stains.”
“Is that so?”
Udai nodded.
Tsubasa sighed, sounding more relieved this time. “Thank goodness,” she murmured.
Udai hummed. His gaze shifted, leaving Tsubasa behind.
The atmosphere returned to silence. They were both immersed in the sounds of the bustling street with no thought of immediately resuming the conversation. Even Tsubasa, who usually could not stand the silence for long, this time also chose to side with the silence. Udai wouldn’t blame her. What did she expect from a conversation with some ignorant jerk like him? What did she expect from the man who had broken her heart?
“Well…” Tsubasa finally spoke. Her relieved sigh invited Udai to return. “I guess I can say that I’m a slightly better adult than you, Udai-san.” she smiled kindly at him.
“Also,” Tsubasa was still smiling. The seconds when she paused her sentence were heavy with anticipation, “it’s been a while since I heard someone call me by my real name.”
Udai was dumbfounded. Damn tongue.
No.
Damn brain. If his brain hadn’t thought the name he usually called her was Tsubasa, then he wouldn’t have called her name so carelessly. Or was it his heart? His feelings?
No. Damn fate and time.
If fate and time had not brought them together, Udai would not have become so sentimental about Tsubasa and their unsettled pace in the first place. And since the damn fate and time were so eager to see him suffer, here he was. He succumbed to the awkwardness that held him tight before this situation.
“I think... The last time I heard someone call me by my real name was in high school.”
He heard her, and he swore that she was talking about him. Who else? There wasn’t a single person in Karasuno who called Tsubasa by her real name if it wasn’t him.
“It’s good to hear it again. Like a good reminder of the past.” Tsubasa said, smiling kindly at Udai.
He looked away, choosing to avert his eyes first. The stupid jerk that he is.
“I just slipped off…”Udai muttered, as if unwilling for Tsubasa to hear his words.
His response came in a surprisingly bright tone, “It’s okay.”
Udai met her gaze again to witness how warmly she smiled.
“Whether you just slipped off and didn’t mean to or not, I’m still happy to hear someone call me by my real name after a while.”
For the first time, Udai didn’t want to believe her words. He would have preferred if she had said that she was uncomfortable with his calling, that she was uncomfortable with anything that reminded her of the past, like how he felt about everything... but what if she was happy that it was him?
“I guess I should…” she did not finish her sentence, like she felt heavy on the part where she finally had to exclude herself. But after that, her smile quickly brightened as she got up. Her gaze returned to Udai as she said, “I’ll take this direction,” she pointed in any direction behind her back, “what about you, Udai-san?”
Udai had previously been convinced that he would rather not meet her anywhere, convinced that it was the wisest choice.
Being distracted in the middle of his work because his mind was constantly searching for her was more than enough. Plunging himself into her panel would only bloom his desire, whereas in his sense, that was the least that could happen for her sake.
His presence was a catastrophe in her life, his presence would only bring thundering rain to her summer, black clouds to her sunshine.
“I…”
He knew that he wasn’t good for Tsubasa, moreover, it was inappropriate to have his panel running alongside hers, but this time, Udai wanted to let that be.
Seeing her slowly pull away made him want to cross the line. Just this once, he didn’t want their meeting to end this fast.
Udai left his seat, catching up with Tsubasa who greeted him with a look that was still waiting for his answer.
“Udai-san?”
One last look into her eyes and Udai was sure to be greedy just this once.
“Are you free today?”
Just this once, he said. After that, he would drag himself away from this panel.
He saw Tsubasa staring in confusion, “Sorry?”
Squeezing everything that prevented him from surrendering into the magnetic pull of wanting to be around her, Udai finally said, “If you’re free, would you mind joining me for a coffee?”
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Miyagi Prefecture, Nine Years Ago
In the early hours of the morning, as the sun started to peek out from behind the trees, Udai was already up and ready to go. He laced up his volleyball shoes, checked his knee pads, and made his way to the gymnasium for his team’s morning practice.
Hitting the court, he was in his element, exploding with energy and passion for the sport. He felt the weight of the volleyball in his palm, and as he served over the net, it seemed like all of his focus was on that little white ball. Every time it made contact with his fingertips, he felt the exhilarating rush of adrenaline that kept him going.
As the practice began to wind down, the other members of the Karasuno team slowly started filing out of the gym. Udai lingered a little longer, taking advantage of the empty space to run a few drills that he hadn't quite mastered yet.
He made a decision that would alter the course of his day.
He slipped away from the classroom, unnoticed by his classmates, and crept into the gymnasium storage room. The dusty smell of the room was familiar to him, and he lay down on an old mat in the corner. He was not tired, he just didn’t want to attend the class, because…. It wasn't that he didn’t like the class, but it was just so uninteresting to him. He’d much rather be practicing on the court for some hours more.
The storage room indeed wasn’t the most comfortable place to spend time, but it was secluded, hidden away from prying eyes.
The silence of the storage room allowed his thoughts to wander. He thought of the volleyball match that was coming up soon and the fear of losing started creeping in.
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It was another typical day in the gymnasium as Tsubasa’s gym class was in full swing.
Their gym teacher had arranged a friendly match, pitting the students against each other, to promote teamwork and sportive spirit. As Tsubasa stood with her teammates, a bundle of nerves and trepidation coiled up inside of her. But as soon as the whistle blew, and the game began, she was surprisingly doing well in the game.
“Oi, Sasaki did a really great job right there!”
Some boys watching commented.
“She’s enjoying herself. Not bad!” The other one added.
“Way to go, Sasaki!” And the other began cheering for her.
“She’s cute, don’t you think?” Then he turned to the boy before, smiling.
“Yeah, she has some grace.” The other boy agreed.
“Right? Gonna have to try to ask for her number.” He said again, “Go, go, Sasaki! Take them down!”
Despite being a newcomer to the game, Tsubasa quickly adapted, using her intelligence and quick thinking to outmaneuver the other players.
Her shots had precision, and her passes found their mark. She moved with such grace that it was as if she had been playing this game all her life.
As she skated back and forth on the court, dodging other players and scoring goals, her classmates cheered.
The girls on the other side of the court cheered for her, “Sasaki! You’re the best!”
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When the class finally came to an end, Tsubasa began to gather her things, ready to head back to the locker room and get ready for the next class.
As she made her way towards the gymnasium’s entrance she noticed the class representative was struggling to carry a pile of gym equipment and props, her small frame buckling under the weight of it all.
Tsubasa stood there, observing for a moment and taking in the situation at hand.
Some of her classmates were still there, they greet her when they passed her.
“Sasaki, you’re not coming?”
She turned briefly and nodded, “Go ahead. I’ll meet you in the class.”
“Okay.”
When her classmates leave, Tsubasa shifted to where she remember the class rep. was, still struggling with everything.
“Ishikawa!” She called out, approaching the girl.
The class rep. turned, “Oh? Sasaki, you’re still here?”
Tsubasa hummed. “Here, let me help.”
“Oh no—“
Tsubasa smiled. “That’s too much for you to handle, right?” She turned and looked around, “and the boys are really fast to leave… Moh… they’re really the worst!”
She casually bent down to gather some things that needed to be brought back to the storage room.
“Thank you, Sasaki.”
Tsubasa turned and smiled.
Opening the gym storage room door, the room was very dark and dusty. They had tried to turn on the lights, but they were broken. Finally, with a little light from the vents, they entered the room while being careful to put anything down lest it damage the rest of the gym equipment.
The next time they entered, Tsubasa brought with her a stack of mats that had been used in the previous gym class alone.
“Sasaki? Eh— but that’s too much for you—“
“It’s okay, Ishikawa-chan. I got this.” Tsubasa smiled and walked slowly into the storage room.
“Be careful. Really, be careful, Sasaki. It’s very dark inside.” The class rep. said worriedly.
“Alright. I’m okay.”
The class rep. was walking out anxiously while occasionally looking back at the storage room door to make sure that Tsubasa would be okay, all the while feeling guilty for involving her in her troublesome job. She wasn’t so far leaving the storage entrance that she heard a loud clattering sound from inside.
“Sasaki!”
The class rep. immediately rushed into the storage room, watching as Tsubasa sat on the floor whilst staring at another boy standing before her, along with some metal poles lying on the floor.
“Sasaki!? Are you okay?”
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Little big dreams
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You’re not sure when you started noticing Tenma Udai, but you made it his problem from then on. It wasn’t because of volleyball, you barely went to any of those games.
To the volleyball team, he was the little giant, their reliable ace. To you, he was just Tenma – a good-looking kid who rewatched his games in class and tried to hide it from the teacher.
The teacher had no idea what trouble she was causing when she paired you with Tenma for classroom duty. It introduced you to his prickly nature, which you learned you enjoyed challenging.
“Hey, Lil Biggie!” you greeted him every morning, making him lift the broom as if to hit you while you laughed loudly and ran away.
“It’s Little Giant!”
After that week had passed, your head kept turning his way, and you asked some friends if the volleyball team had anything particularly draining on their schedule lately. The reason? Tenma looked like he had been through hell and back, the bags under his eyes growing darker each day.
And it concerned you. Annoyingly enough.
One evening, your club ended early and you made your way to the gym, sneaking around the corner to catch a glimpse of their practice game. To your surprise, Tenma walked out before you even got to the door, angrily marching over to the lockers and smacking his forehead against them. It made you freeze, stuck watching him as he breathed heavily and the sweat ran down his neck.
“Tenma,” you called, walking over slowly and resting a hand softly on his shoulder. It was one of the few times you said his name without any funny addition to make it a nickname, and it was just enough to make him tilt his head to where his gaze met yours.
Your lips formed a line as you eyed him, not sure what to say. You had no idea what could have made him so stressed, unaware of the pressure of being an ace.
He regained his calm and nodded as if you had a silent conversation by just staring at each other. Grabbing your hand, he pulled it off his shoulder and squeezed it gratefully before returning to practice.
You didn’t see much of him outside the classroom anymore, and your friends started teasing you for seeming to have a soft spot. A crush? Pfft, stupid.
Then one morning, a piece of paper was folded up on your desk and you frowned, looking around before picking it up. Everyone else was already rushing to their seats as the teacher walked inside, and you had to hide it behind your notebook to open in secret.
It was a drawing of you, within a square resembling a manga panel, and you tilted your head in curiosity. You had to admit it was a pretty drawing, and the two little hearts drawn over your head made your ears feel warm.
Who was it from?
You looked at Tenma wide-eyed as his eyes were locked on his shoes with a frown. “You want me to tutor you?”
“What great hearing you have,” he mumbled.
“Oy, don’t get an attitude with me now. You haven’t talked to me in a while, I’m surprised.”
“I can’t go to training camp if I don’t pass the next exams.” You hummed in understanding.
“Putting too much time into the club, are we Lil’ Big?”
“Teacher said you’re the only one with an open spot so late in the year, idiot.”
“She’s right.” You got up and hiked your bag up on your shoulder. “Got time now?”
“An hour until practice.” He followed you as you exited the classroom, intending to find a spot by the library.
“Excellent.”
Tenma was by no means a difficult student. You sat down with him and looked at some previous exams to see which topics he struggled with the most, and it seemed like he might have been too tired or distracted for a couple of lessons, probably also forgoing homework some days.
So you set a plan to do a quick version of each lesson he had slept through, and then have him do the tasks for that topic with your guidance until he could do them on his own. You two would sit together pretty much every day until his practice started. Some days he would even bring you a drink from the vending machine, and you were reminded why you liked being around him.
You stretched your arms upwards, glancing over at his paper to see his pencil had moved from the question to some blank space in the corner. Silently, you leaned closer, looking over his shoulder as he drew what looked like zombies on a volleyball court. “I didn’t know you were so good at drawing.”
He jumped, elbow accidentally bumping into your rib, making him abruptly scoot away while you clutched the impact point. “Shit, why would you scare me like that?”
“You muppet, I gave you a compliment,” you groaned, pulling the paper towards you and flipping to the previous page, where he had also fit in a couple of drawings. “Are the topics getting easier for you?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed. “You’re a good teacher or whatever.”
You held up a finger heart that made him cringe. “You’re such a sweetheart.” And the blush on his cheeks was visible from a mile away.
You kept spending those same hours together, but instead of studying, you started spending more time just hanging out. A fun game of him drawing whatever crazy prompts you came up with started, and it made you laugh every time.
As he walked to the bathroom one time, you pursed your lips and picked up his book, flipping to the back pages where you had noticed he drew while you were in class sometimes. Not that you stare at him in class or anything.
You found the hidden drawings, only to realise you were staring at yourself. He had drawn you repeatedly on these pages, from reading with your friends to laughing at his drawings. Your cheeks felt especially warm as you noticed the doodle of you in a jersey with his number on it, holding two thumbs up in encouragement.
Does Tenma… like you?
A door opened in the distance and you smacked the book closed, only to realise it was someone else. Phew, need some time to cool down.
You ran over to Tenma after the game, the rush of the moment making you pull him into a tight hug as you cheered. “I have no idea how this game works but I think you did so well!”
His arms held around you too, swaying you a bit as you didn’t let go right away. “I got blocked a lot, but the team pulled through in the end.” Some guys from the team watched the interaction, which he noticed over your shoulder. Tenma hesitated before kissing your temple and pulling away from the hug.
You looked at each other, smiling and somehow having another one of those silent conversations before the other players pulled him along to celebrate.
“I don’t want to play volleyball professionally.”
“Thought you loved volleyball,” you answered, but you weren’t surprised by his resolution at all.
“It’s fun. It’s fine…”
“What would you like to do instead?” Tenma hummed under his breath in thought.
“I like drawing. Writing stories. Making people feel something. Making you laugh.”
“Ever considered writing a manga?” you asked, looking over to where he was looking at internships related to drawing.
“That’s a distant dream, probably. Would you read it?” he asked back, turning to you.
“Only if you make the women super cool.”
You sighed dramatically as you walked into your apartment, hoping Tenma could hear it from wherever he was. What a hard day at work it had been, but you knew you couldn’t rest yet. “Udai?”
“In here!” he called, nudging the bathroom door open with his foot and smiling at you. “Can you do my hair?”
You shrugged your blazer off and threw it over a chair in the living room before walking over to him and taking the brush. Running it through his long hair, you noticed how high his shoulders were. “Nervous?”
“Not at all.” You laughed, picking up a hair tie and looking in the mirror to adjust the front of his hair before tying it up.
His eyes met yours with a soft look and lips pressed together in a line. “Akaashi will be there too,” you noted, moving your hands from his hair to his shoulders to massage them.
“Right, and he brought Bokuto as his plus one.” He suddenly went wide-eyed and turned around to you. “Speaking of plus ones, why haven’t you started getting ready?” he practically squealed, carefully pushing you towards the door and the rest of the way to the bedroom, while you laughed your lungs out at his antics.
“It’ll be fine! I just need to freshen up and change. All your new nerd fans will only be watching you anyways,” you said, pecking his lips before you walked to the closet to change.
You proudly held his arm at the event, helping him relax and connect with the readers as he introduced the world to his first manga.
Halfway through the event, he walked up on stage, holding a copy of the book in one hand as he adjusted a strand of hair from his face to behind his ear with the other. “First of all, I want to thank the woman who stuck with me through my high school emo phase, my busy intern phase and my troubled writer phase. To my gorgeous wife, y/n, who never for a second let me down and always makes me feel like I can breathe, thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
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Do you ship it?
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HAIKYUU!! MOVIE SPOILERS AHEAD……….. omfg……… what do y’all know about REAL CINEMA⁉️🤨🫵🏼🤭
OKAY. THE MOVIE WAS FUCKING PHENOMENAL!!!!!! it genuinely reminded me of how much i loved this manga and this WORLD that furudate created :’) haikyuu!! was the very first anime i watched, the first manga i read, and also the very first manga book that i collected <333 so Literally it’s me and haikyuu!! against the world 🙏🏼
ALSO!!!!!! IT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY DIRECTED??????? i never had a movie Give me tension during moments of pure chaos……. the scene where it’s literally kenma’s POV from his actual eyes… seeing him scanning the are, have heavy breathing, looking around manically like ??? REAL FUCKING CINEMA……….. also the movie was so funny for no reason like djfjfjfjf i forgot how GENUINELY hilarious haikyuu!! is 😭😭😭
i thought it was cute how kenma centric it was and honestly my FAV panels aka knife to the throat kenhina + kenma caging hinata (which was so sick i love that they stopped the music for a moment ? i think i don’t remember) and ALSO??? the music stopping suddenly when kenma tells hinata to stay interesting and hinata being frightened by his aura??? RAHHHHHHHHHHH
kuroo also was so <333 miss hearing gojo’s voice fr 🙏🏼
I WILL SAY THOUGH………….. i wish we had more kagehina moments/more kageyama moments bc i think each game leading up to the next arc shows how kageyama is in a league of his own! it’s why he immediately goes pro after high school (at least from my memory) and i will say i loved the hoshiumi addition at the end!!!!! little giant vs little giant omg the next match is gonna make me cry idk how i’m gonna deal w hinata crying and losing and being in the hospital………. BUT I THINK THAT’S THE MATCH WHERE WE FINALLY SEE THE REAL LITTLE GIANT AKA HINATA’S IDOL AKA MY HUSBAND (TENMA UDAI) <33333333333
i also hope that the brazil arc + adlers vs msby black jackals isn’t rushed like THOSE are so important to show complete and utter growth 🥹🩷 OIKAWA + HINATA OMFGGGGGG ALREADY THINKING ABT BRAZIL OIHINA HAS ME <333 same w black jackals sakusa & atsumu <333 AND KAGEHINA FINALLY HAVING A MATCH AGAINST E/O DKDNDJDJDJDJDJDJE OK NOW I’M RAMBLING ABT THE FUTURE HQ!! MOMENTS BUT AHHHHHHH <333 it was a great movie i loved it! also loved the soundtrack <333 can’t wait to see my boys again and again and again <333 MY karasuno <3
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6 Facts about Serenity Ukai
Serenity Ukai is an OC Haikyuu character the half younger sister of Tenma Udai and the No. 13 on the Karasuno all boys volleyball team having been invited by Daichi due to his promise to play volleyball with her in high school. Serenity has pale white hair that is always up in a ponytail. Her skin is a smooth brown color that Shoyo states glimmer when the sun hits it and her eyes are a ruby red that was once shadowed but brightened up over time.
Her embodiment. Serenity embodies trust issues, having been backstabbed, bullied and mocked for being adopted many times causing her to break down mentally to the point she hardly trusts anyone but a select few who manages to break through to her and give her some help. These trust issues play a major part in her growth, learning that not everyone is out to embarrass or backstab her but rather there are people out there who will walk beside her and help her grow as her own person. Her trust issues begin to come to an end during the march with Shiratorizawa in which the others celebrate her smile on the court before resuming the game.
Love interest. Serenity's love interest of Kenma Kozume of Nekoma. She first meets Kenma during the Training Camp in which he embarrasses himself in front of her by asking if she wanted to learn how to play his game in which Kuroo calls it love at first sight. Serenity ignores Kenma for the majority of the time, finding him boring, tacky and useless but quickly eats her words when he proves to be a formidable opponent. Their relationship secretly grows on and off screen with Serenity having lots of texting and phone calls conversations with Kenma and even playing games he recommended to her when she was taking a break from practicing. In the timeskip the two are revealed to be married and living a happy comfortable life together.
Tenma Udai. Tenma, the former Little Giant, is confirmed to be Serenity's half elder brother and the one who pulled her out of that dark space. Tenma first appears after wanting to reach out to Serenity when he finds out they're related but gets harshly rejected, despite that he gives her a few encouraging words which makes her have a mental crisis a out whether she should trust her teammates, zoning out on the court. Serenity snaps out of it when she hears a voice call her name and looks to see Tenma holding a sign that says "Go Serenity, my Little Sister", which brings her back to reality and starts the end of her trust issues. This also begins their sibling relationship, Tenma and Serenity becoming close as time goes on.
Serenity's parents. Serenity was dropped off when she was a baby at an orphanage and lived there until she ran into Keishin Ukai who states that he adopted her because she clung to his pants leg and refused to let go. She has a stable relationship with her adoptive father who didn't support her being on the boys team at first but later puts his faith in her and lets her know that he believes in her. Family wise they're a usual father-daughter Dynamic, having funny moments and serious moments with one another. Even the boys, Kiyoko and Yachi state that they have an envious relationship with each other.
Serenity's main goal. After starting to get over her trust issues, Serenity's goal was to prove that women are as great as men. Even when talked down upon by Tendou about her lacking skills, she remained strong and bit back at him without hesitation. She always does her best in each Volleyball Match, showing no fear when going up against stronger opponents. In the timeskip, Serenity is revealed to be apart of the Men's National Volleyball Team and the MSBY Black Jackal, having been scouted by them due to her performance in her youth and this bringing her closer to her goal.
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Haikyuu Chapter 339: Acknowledgement
REFLECTION:
The Little Pretty Giant's name is Udai Tenma. And he's good goober. Everyone prepares for the match, Udai may have a thing for Saeko...then the MATCH IS ON! Hinata gets the first score of the game, walks over to the tall sum bitch Wing Spiker for Medai Gao Hakuba and smacks him, telling him to get on his fucking level (metaphorically). The guy ends the chapter by saying, "Dude...I know you. I watched videos of you."
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BEST DAY EVER.
" i've turned... you...into a fan... of ME??????? " hinata turns bright red. he has died? this is it? he gone to the heavens. it's over for him. his idol. udai tenma, THE little giant IS inspired BY HIM. mama mia, he's gonna burn up and die right now like a little asteroid. " yea, we've really become a team these past few months. "
"One hundred percent! If anything, you've turned me into a fan! Maybe I'll try playing for a neighborhood team someday." Saying it had been a while since he watched an exciting match was understating it. Ever since he started college, he never looked back on volleyball that much, until he heard that Karasuno would be playing for Nationals. "Gwahh? Ah! I know the feeling. Gwahh is just as good as whooooosh and baaaam! But seeing you two work together, it's no wonder you can fly that high."
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“The ’Little Giant’ lives up to his name!”
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