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yamayamawrites · 5 years ago

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Switched

Hi everyone! I decided to write a short three-part fic based on this incredible fanart by @amit-crabcrab ! You can find part 1 on my AO3 page by clicking here, or you can continue reading below! Either way, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing this!

Summary: Kageyama wakes up in Tsukishima's body. Tsukishima wakes up in Kageyama's body. The result? Not good.

When Kageyama woke up, it most certainly wasn’t in his neat and pristine bedroom. He had the odd sense that he might have passed out at Hinata’s after studying, or something (definitely or something), but he didn’t roll over into a precarious pile of dirty laundry, so that wasn’t it. To further add to the confusion, his vision was…blurry. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, but even his hands felt different. He felt pale, and a little sweaty – was he sick?

He toppled out of bed. That’s funny, the bed he slept on was a different height off the ground than his own…but it had to be his own, right? Where else could he have gone to sleep? Was he at a training camp that he mysteriously forgot about? And why could he still not see clearly?

Kageyama reached up to run a nervous hand through his usually smooth hair – and instead he came into contact with a much different texture than he was used to. That felt like a silly detail to make his sudden realization at, but with a start he felt his heart thrumming harder in his chest. His hand trembled as he reached to the side table next to the bed, hoping desperately to come into contact with his own cell phone – but instead he felt a pair of glasses, and his heart that had been beating so quickly suddenly stopped. Kageyama thought that, had he been standing, he would have passed out. Instead, he sagged back into the bed, putting his hands up to his eyes and praying that it was all some terrible, horrible dream.

Tsukkishima had a similar predicament when he woke up that morning. He reached, as he always did the second he woke up, for the glasses on his bedside table. Instead, he felt a cell phone – but it was certainly smaller than his own, and besides, Tsukki never left his phone so close to the bed. He cracked his eyes open and had a moment of clarity in his vision – no, it lasted much longer than a moment. He sat straight up, deducing which was more likely: by some miracle, Tsukki could see once more, or he had woken up in Kageyama’s body.

Of course, both of these things seemed beyond irrational – but then the phone on the bedside table was going off playing some music that Tsukkishima would never bring himself to listen to, and Hinata’s name was scrawled across the top. Why the hell would shrimpy call me? Tsukki thought absently, observing his hands carefully. The calloused fingertips were enough to indicate that he wasn’t himself, and instead, that he was Kageyama. Of all people he could have switched bodies with (which is already a crazy thing to be thinking), it had to be Kageyama.

Tsukki didn’t answer. He was too busy seething with annoyance at the realization he’d come to, and the fact that the realization had been correct when he stepped in front of a mirror pushed him further from annoyance and closer to terror.

The phone rang again, annoyingly loud, startling Tsukki half to death. His heart leapt in his chest and he jumped to his feet – realizing quite quickly that even the few centimeters shorter that Kageyama was made a big difference – and he tried to imagine how an angry, cranky Kageyama would respond to a morning call from the little shrimp.

“Boke,” was the best he could come up with, and despite it being so early in the morning, he heard Hinata shriek quite loud in response.

“Bakageyama, I was calling to make sure you’re awake!...” a few moments of silence. “Are you awake?”

“Yes, dumbass,” Kageyama (Tsukki) droned, but the tone lacked the vigor that Kageyama’s did. “I need to…um, shower. See you.”

“Wait wait wait!” Hinata cried quickly. “Are we still meeting up at the usual spot today?”

“Um…” Tsukki really didn’t have a response to this. Usual spot? Did Kageyama and Hinata really walk to school together? He supposed he never paid enough attention. Then again, the freak duo didn’t warrant his attention in the first place. “Give me a minute. I’ll call you back.”

“Oi, Bakage—”

Tsukki hung the phone up quickly and searched the contacts. Figures that Kageyama doesn’t have me on his contact list, Tsukki thought, giving up and typing his own phone number in.

Somewhere in the silent room, Tsukki’s phone rang – one of those generic ringtones that really bothered Kageyama. He scowled and began searching, but both his newfound height and the lankiness of Tsukki’s body made it extremely hard to concentrate on tracking down a sound. As soon as the ringing ended, it started again, and finally Kageyama found the phone sitting atop a stack of books. It was an unknown number, but if Kageyama knew anything besides volleyball plays, it was that this could be Hinata figuring out what had happened or maybe one of the senpais to tell him what to do.

“Hello?” he answered the phone with a timid voice, somehow surprised that Tsukki’s voice left him. He knew by now he was in Tsukki’s body, so why did that surprise him?

“Oi,” came a voice back that had to be his own. Is that really how he sounded? Hold on, his voice?!

“What the fuck,” he grumbled breathily.

“Kageyama?” the voice asked, as if it wasn’t Kageyama’s voice asking if the person on the other line was Kageyama. Still, it was him.

“U-uh, yes…? Tsukkishima?”

A loud sigh came from the other end. “Of all the nitwits who I could have gotten switched with…”

“What’s happening?”

“Are you really that dense, King? Is there no room in your little brain for anything more than volleyball?” The voice on the other end most certainly belonged to Kageyama, but somehow it sounded completely different. Come to think of it, so did the voice escaping him – not because it was Tsukki’s voice, but because it was supposed to be Tsukki’s and it truly didn’t sound like Tsukki.

“Shut up,” Tsukki (Kageyama) growled back.

“So, Shrimpy called twice this morning and asked if we were still meeting before school.”

“What? You can’t go!” Kageyama felt his face (Tsukki’s face) erupt with heat as he blushed furiously. He and Hinata had devised a plan to introduce their newly budding relationship to the group once they knew what they were, and this could potentially ruin all of that. Tsukki (playing the role of Kageyama) needed to stay as far from Hinata as possible.

“Idiot, he might think something is up if I don’t.” A moment of hesitation on the other side of the line. “Wait. Is there something going on between you two?”

“N-no! Listen, just tell him you’re running late. I do that to him all the time.” (Kageyama hadn’t ever run late when it came to Hinata. Not even once.)

“Sure. Then after that, I’ll tell him how the King has a massive crush on him.”

Kageyama could hear his own voice sneering at him in that stupid Tsukkishima way, and it made him want to punch himself in the face. Still, he didn’t worry about what Tsukki might do – he worried about how Hinata would react. If Tsukki unknowingly confessed to Hinata, Hinata’s response would probably be something blunt and straightforward about how yeah, I like you too dumbass, that’s why we hold hands and kiss each other and stuff.

“You meddle in my life and I’ll meddle in yours,” Kageyama replied, his voice going to a new sort of scary octave that he was unable to achieve with his own voice. He wondered why Tsukki didn’t always speak in such a menacing tone.

“Whatever, I was joking. You can’t take a joke no matter whose body you’re in.” Another sigh on the other line. “I’ll talk to you after morning practice.”

Before Kageyama could argue, Tsukki hung up on him, and the panic set in. He knew nothing about how Tsukki usually acted outside of volleyball. Hell, he knew nothing about Tsukki. At least it was close to the weekend, he thought bitterly, fumbling his way around Tsukki’s room trying to find a school uniform.

***

That morning went just as terribly as it could have.

First, Kageyama nearly threw up when he saw Tsukkageyama, the absolute monster, in the club room. Tsukki had thought it would be funny to not brush Kageyama’s hair, or his teeth, or make himself presentable in literally any way. Kageyama gritted his teeth and Tsukki just sneered at him. They were about to say something to each other when Hinata – of course, Hinata – bounded up to Kageyama and delivered a smack to the back of the setter’s head.

“What the hell?” Tsukkageyama barked, and Kageyama had to admit, it did sound quite like him.

“You left me to race here all by myself, jackass,” Hinata responded in a tone that was angry, but Kageyama could tell he was masking a sort of hurt. It made him want to apologize, but he knew Tsukki wouldn’t care about anyone else. “Why do you look so terrible?”

“Just being myself today,” Tsukkageyama replied boringly with a glance to Kageyama, who had a flame in his eyes like he was ready to beat himself up. He didn’t even think twice as he crossed the room in this tall, lanky body that would most certainly lose at a fight when Yamaguchi stepped directly in front of him.

Kageyama wasn’t used to having to look down at Yamaguchi, and it felt weird seeing him from this new angle. Even despite Tsukki’s usual demeanor, Kageyama saw Tsukkageyama tense up, watching the encounter a little too closely, completely ignoring Hinata’s persistent yelling to get his attention.

“Good morning, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi chirped.

“Mm,” Kageyama nodded to him, figuring it would probably be best not to speak. Yamaguchi gave him a quick look of confusion and shrugged.

“You look tired. Everything alright?”

“I’m fine,” Kageyama replied sternly, but his voice was a little too loud to sound like a convincing Tsukki. He gritted his teeth and looked away. Then, a devious smirk crossed his cheeks and suddenly Tsukkageyama’s heart sank. “I just…wet the bed last night.”

“Why you—” Tsukkageyama was crossing the room ready to fight, and Kageyama sneered down at – himself, wow, this was strange – and he was readying himself to fight Tsukki in his body. The strangeness of it all kept him distracted as Tsukkageyama delivered a punch directly to his cheek, which hurt quite a bit, but it seemed that Tsukkageyama flinched too when he made contact. Both of them ended up on the ground, staring at each other with confused expressions, until finally Daichi and Suga pushed open the club room and told everyone to hurry up.

Yamaguchi and Hinata left the room quickly, whispering to each other about how strangely the two were acting. Daichi glanced one last time at Kageyama and Tsukki, then shut the door, leaving them alone in the club room.

“You jackass,” Tsukkageyama grumbled as he pushed himself to his feet. “Did you know that would hurt me, too?”

“No, I was just getting you back for dressing me like that!” Kageyama barked back. It sounded odd coming from Tsukki.

“It’s not my fault I don’t know where you keep your hairbrush and toothbrush.”

“So why didn’t you tuck in the uniform?”

“I don’t know where you live. It took me a while to even make it to school.”

Kageyama grumbled and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, instead coming into contact with Tsukki’s annoying glasses. All of this felt so…gross. Gross was the proper word, Kageyama decided, and he said such. “This is gross.”

“Trust me, I could have gone without seeing your dick for my entire life. It’s utterly revolting.”

“Y-you…my dick?!” Kageyama felt his (Tsukki’s) cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

“Idiot, I had to pee,” Tsukkageyama sighed and shook his head, reaching up to adjust glasses that weren’t there. “How about we call a truce and try to lay low until we figure out how to fix this. I won’t try to ruin your life if you don’t try to ruin mine.”

“Whatever,” Kageyama held out his (Tsukki’s) hand to shake on it. “A truce, then.”

***

The truce didn’t last long. In fact, it only lasted about an hour.

During practice, Tsukki and Kageyama kept switching positions. It frustrated Kageyama to an extent he couldn’t even describe that Tsukki was so bad at setting, and despite Kageyama’s genius skill, there were no skilled fingertips to accompany it. But, Kageyama did have fun pushing Tsukki to limits he never knew Tsukki to have; he went up at full height for every block, every swing, and though he wouldn’t admit it, it felt nice to deliver such powerful hits. He wondered why Tsukki didn’t play like this more often.

Meanwhile, Tsukkageyama avoided passing to Hinata at all costs. No way he knew how to do that super-quick set, and despite all the pouty looks Hinata threw his way he refused to try it. The team must have noticed something wasn’t quite right, and whether it was because of Tsukki’s sudden vocal nature or Kageyama’s lack of…well, skill in setting, both of them ended up being pulled aside by Ukai.

Tsukkageyama was first, after about ten sets in a practice game. “Oi, Kageyama,” Ukai called, and it took Tsukkageyama a second to realize that Ukai was talking to him. Kageyama watched the encounter carefully, trying to hear the conversation, but he couldn’t hear much over the sound of Hinata and Nishinoya loudly discussing some volleyball game that had been on television the night before.

Kageyama (Tsukki) was next a couple plays later, after he’d accidentally called Hinata a dumbass in a tone that was a bit too loud for Tsukki. He trotted over to Ukai, trying to look as disinterested as possible, but in his attempts he ended up looking like a mix between constipated and extremely angry.

“What’s up with you today?” Ukai asked bluntly, and Kageyama grimaced even further. He was barely used to being trapped in Tsukki’s body; how did he answer that? How would Tsukki answer that?

“It’s not a trick question!” Ukai continued. “You’re more…in the game than usual. You’re starting to sound like Kage—”

“Who’s Kageyama?” Kageyama responded, trying his best to sound like Tsukki but his voice sounded strained. He inwardly cursed himself for being such an idiot. Who’s Kageyama?! That’s all you could think of?! he thought angrily.

“Listen, maybe you’re overworking yourself or something, but you seem pretty…out of it today. Um…you don’t need to copy Kageyama to feel good at the game,” he added as an afterthought. “Come to think of it, Kageyama is acting strangely today too…”

“I’m fine,” Kageyama (Tsukki) bowed quickly. “I’m not trying to copy—er, Kageyama. I’m fine.”

“Well, you’re trying to set, so,” Ukai stated bluntly.

“S-sorry! I thought I’d practice my overhand receives.”

Ukai just shook his head and dismissed him back to the court. The practice concluded with both Tsukki and Kageyama being completely off their games, frustrating the hell out of nearly everyone else, and – most importantly, at least to Kageyama – Hinata being extremely frustrated. If they didn’t figure out how to switch back, quickly, Kageyama was certain Tsukki would find out that he and Hinata were dating, and he didn’t even want to know what Tsukki would do with that information.

He was about to step out of the gym, despite still aching for more practice, when he heard Hinata ask Kageyama (who wasn’t really Kageyama) why he wouldn’t toss to him. He flinched and hung back a bit, hopefully inconspicuously, eager to know how Tsukkageyama would react. However, instead of responding, he just scoffed and continued out the door, giving Kageyama a look before passing by and heading to the club room. Hinata stopped and looked up at Kageyama (Tsukki), a scowl on his face.

“What do you want?” Hinata asked, and even for a conversation with Tsukki, Hinata seemed irritable. Kageyama sputtered a bit and Hinata hung his head. “Sorry. Kageyama’s just acting weird today.”

With that, Hinata bounded out the door after Tsukkageyama, and Kageyama was left with just Suga and Daichi in the gym. He tried his best to avoid eye contact with them, but Suga caught his wrist before he could leave. “Want to eat lunch with Daichi san and I today, Tsukkishima?” he asked, placing heavy emphasis on his name, and Kageyama swallowed.

“Sure,” he replied in the most Tsukki way he could manage. Suddenly he dreaded Suga’s extreme observation skills.

“Great!” Suga chirped. “I’ll invite Kageyama, too.”

“Why?” Kageyama felt overcome with dread that Suga somehow knew everything. He waited for Suga to reveal that he was some sort of crazy Egyptian god who knew everything, or something.

“I’m just worried,” Suga replied vaguely.

Daichi clapped Suga on the shoulder. “It’s nothing bad,” he promised. “We just think your rivalry has gone…a bit far.”

“We saw Kageyama punch you earlier,” Suga admitted finally, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“Oh,” Kageyama sighed with a sort of sick relief. Any other time this would be the least ideal situation, but compared to the fact that Kageyama was literally in Tsukki’s body, he wasn’t terribly afraid. Besides, if Suga or Daichi found out about all this, what really would be the harm?

***

Lunch couldn’t have come any sooner. Kageyama floundered in Tsukki’s higher-level classes, and a few times he dozed off, which he knew was uncharacteristic for Tsukki but he just couldn’t help it. He woke up to Yamaguchi shaking his shoulder gently. “Hey, Tsukki,” he asked softly, “did something happen last night? You never sleep during class.”

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just didn’t…sleep well last night.”

“Because of…” Yamaguchi lowered his voice. “The bedwetting?”

Kageyama fought not to snicker. He forgot he’d said that, despite the sensitive feeling in his cheek being a not-so humble reminder. Instead, he hung his head to hide any smile that might present itself and nodded.

Yamaguchi spoke once more. “Well, it’s lunchtime. The senpais are here to get you.” He gestured to the classroom door, where Suga and Daichi stood awkwardly, waiting. Kageyama sprung up from the desk much too jubilantly, but at that moment he didn’t care. Lingering behind them was Tsukkageyama, who looked disinterested as always.

The group of them went and sat in the clubroom for lunch. Daichi explained to them that the third years tended to eat together in the clubroom on Fridays, but Asahi and Noya were busy getting some extra practice in, so they had the space to themselves.

Saying the situation was awkward didn’t do it justice. Daichi and Suga sat close to each other on one side of the room, Tsukkageyama had tucked himself close to the corner, and Kageyama (Tsukki) sat and stared at his lap. In the confusion that morning, he hadn’t brought a lunch, and it seemed like the same could be said for Tsukkageyama. Suga frowned, almost knowingly, and shared a bit of his lunch with them.

“So,” Daichi cleared the air, “Kageyama.”

“Yes?” Both of them replied, and Tsukkageyama glared over at Kageyama, who flushed and turned his head.

Daichi watched this exchange curiously. “Um, we saw you punch Tsukkishima this morning.”

“I’m sorry,” Tsukkageyama bowed his head.

“Well, now, it’s alright,” Suga assured. “You’re not going to get kicked off the team or anything. We just wanted to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Kageyama looked up now. Suga’s eyes were trained on him, as if observing his mannerisms. It made him uneasy, and he considered getting up and leaving to find Hinata – no, he couldn’t do that. He tried to hide his frustration, but his brows furrowed and he gritted his teeth.

“Tsukkishima, are you alright?” It was Daichi who’d said it, which surprised the other three in the room. Kageyama looked up, and Tsukkageyama watched intently for his answer. Kageyama gave him a sort of pleading look, as if asking if he should say anything, and Tsukkageyama discreetly shook his head, as if to respond Not yet.

“Just didn’t get enough sleep,” Kageyama responded gruffly. “May I go now?”

“Well, not just yet—” Suga began, but Tsukkageyama cut him off.

“Really, Suga san, Daichi san, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Daichi and Suga exchanged glances, and finally Daichi shrugged. “I don’t see why not,” he said finally, and as the two turned to leave, Kageyama swore he saw Suga smack Daichi’s arm.

When Kageyama and Tsukkageyama were out of the clubroom, Tsukkageyama whipped around to look at him. “We can’t tell anyone,” he said sternly. “I’m still trying to figure all this out myself.”

“I think Suga figured it out,” Kageyama responded dumbly.

“You better pray to all two of your brain cells that that’s not true,” Tsukkageyama replied, and the tone was enough to send chills down his spine. He supposed when he was on the receiving end of that menacing tone, it really was frightening.

“Ka-ge-ya-ma!” Hinata sang as he charged towards them, leaping up. Kageyama could tell that whatever Hinata was about to do would give them away immediately, but he also knew Hinata wouldn’t act if he knew Tsukki was there, so he cleared his throat loudly and made his presence abundantly clear. Hinata fell to the ground, a nervous blush spreading to his cheeks. “O-oi, what are you two doing together?”

“The senpais called us in for questioning,” Kageyama responded, trying his best to sound like Tsukki’s disinterested self. “Apparently the shiner that your King gave me didn’t sit well with them.”

“He’s not my King,” Hinata mumbled, kicking the dirt beneath his feet a little in…did Tsukkageyama sense embarrassment?

Kageyama had said what he would expect Tsukki to say in a situation like that, but he feared he might have led Hinata into a trap. Hinata shook his head, though, and looked up at Tsukkageyama. “Okay, well, I’ll see you at practice later. And you’d better throw me a toss!”

Hinata ran off with one last nervous look at Tsukki, leaving the two to walk to class alone. “Oi, you’d better give him a toss,” Kageyama said, hoping it didn’t sound like he cared too much. If Kageyama gave even the slightest impression that he cared, he feared that Tsukki would never let either of them live it down – or worse, he would discover they were together. How ruthlessly would Tsukki bully the two for being gay? Was he the type to bully someone for being gay?

“Whatever, King. Not everyone is as talented as you,” Tsukkageyama scoffed.

“Just give him a normal toss, then. He’s a moron, but he knows how to hit normally, too.”

***

Afternoon practice went slightly better than before. For one, both Kageyama and Tsukkageyama were more or less used to the roles they were meant to play. That didn’t mean that they were good at sticking to those positions, by any means, but they at least didn’t call any special attention to themselves. Kageyama only began to worry when Hinata asked Tsukkageyama to give him a few tosses after practice, and Tsukkageyama agreed.

Kageyama felt someone slip a hand into his own and he pulled his arm back quickly in shock. He glanced down at Yamaguchi, who was staring up at him with a confused expression. “Something wrong?” Yamaguchi asked softly.

“S-sorry,” Kageyama felt a blush creeping to his face.

“You’ve been really weird today, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi didn’t attempt to take his hand again as they walked to the clubroom together. Kageyama had to resist the urge and turn around, say they should go practice with Hinata and Kageyama, just to keep his eyes on the two of them and make sure nothing happened. He knew from personal experience that when he and Hinata were alone in the gym, sometimes bad things happened. But there was nothing he could do now; all he could do was trust Tsukki.

Had it really come to that? Kageyama thought with a grimace.

Kageyama discovered that evening that Tsukki and Yamaguchi walked home together a lot, and that Tsukki walked Yamaguchi to his house. God, could they act more like a couple? he thought as they walked. Luckily, Kageyama knew from experience that Tsukki and Yamaguchi’s conversations tended to be one-sided, so he had time to have a mental freak-out while they walked. Kageyama let Yamaguchi lead the way, trying to keep a stoic, calm demeanor as he followed behind him.

Kageyama most certainly wasn’t expecting Yamaguchi to stop right outside his house, stand on his tiptoes and peck a kiss on his (Tsukki’s) lips. He jumped back in surprise and Yamaguchi laughed behind his hand. Kageyama flushed and put a hand up to his lips, staring wide-eyed. “Tsukki, you’re so shy,” Yamaguchi chided lightly. “There’s nobody around to see us…”

So this…is normal? Kageyama thought dumbly. Were Tsukkishima and Yamaguchi dating?!

“Hey, you look scared,” Yamaguchi reached up to cup his cheek. Kageyama flinched slightly, and Yamaguchi pulled back, looking a bit hurt. “Everything alright?”

“Just tired,” Kageyama responded quickly. “And that punch to the face…kinda hurt.”

“Wow, I never thought you’d admit that Kageyama could hurt you,” Yamaguchi chuckled. “Well, go home and ice it, okay? Are we still on for our date tomorrow?”

“Hm?” There was no denying it now; Yamaguchi and Tsukki were definitely a couple.

“Our date,” Yamaguchi placed more emphasis on the word, as if that would make him remember. “You said we’d spend the day together.”

“R-right. Yeah.”

“Good!” Yamaguchi chirped, standing on his toes one last time to peck him on the cheek. Kageyama flushed again. “Pick me up at noon?”

“Sure.”

Kageyama turned after Yamaguchi got inside, trying to remember which way Tsukki’s house was. He very much debated just walking to his house instead, and claiming that he would be spending the night, but he was so repulsed by Tsukkishima that no matter what body he was in, Kageyama really didn’t want to sleep in the same room as him.

Shit. Hinata.

Just as Kageyama was getting ready to call his phone, the phone in his hand started ringing. He answered quickly, shocking Tsukkageyama on the other line. “Oi,” he said angrily.

“How did it—”

“You and Shrimpy are dating?!”

“I guess it went well?” Kageyama tried to reply calmly, but he felt his stomach sink.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, but you could have at least warned me the little shit would jump me like that!”

“Well how about you and Yamaguchi then?” Kageyama spat back, and he heard Tsukkageyama sputter on the other end of the line.

After a few moments, Tsukkageyama sighed. “Fine. We’re even, got it?”

“No, we’re not. Where the hell am I taking Yamaguchi tomorrow on a date, or whatever?”

“Oh, shit,” Tsukkageyama groaned. “I forgot about that.”

The two were silent for a minute, each trying to think of a way to counter the current crisis. Finally, Kageyama spoke. “How about a double date?” He was personally repulsed by the idea himself, but it really seemed like the best plan to keep their respective relationships at least somewhat intact.

“That…might be the only good idea you’ve ever had,” Tsukkageyama responded bluntly.

“Jackass,” Kageyama scowled.

“Whatever. I’ll come over there in the morning to make sure you don’t fuck up too bad.”

“Wait, before you hang up—” Kageyama could feel Tsukkageyama getting ready to hang up on him.

“What?”

“Can you give me directions to your house?”

“Did you get lost again?” Tsukkageyama sneered.

“Shut up! I know literally nothing about you!”

Tsukkageyama gave him directions, which felt less than helpful, considering it still took Kageyama a good forty-five minutes to arrive at Tsukki’s house. He hated the feeling of walking into a room that wasn’t his own and having to act like it was normal. Most of all, what bothered him most was how much he missed Hinata. He always told himself, even after they were dating, that he could use a break every so often from the ball of sunshine; now that he couldn’t have that ball of sunshine, he felt the need to hold onto him and never let go.

Kageyama cringed at his own sappy thought. Gross, he scoffed, but it didn’t change how much he missed Hinata. Honestly, Kageyama missed everything about his actual body, which was a thought he never imagined he would be thinking. Despite the situation, though, somehow he and Tsukkishima seemed to be taking it well.

Kageyama spent most of the night trying to think of reasons as to why Kageyama might have switched bodies with Tsukkishima of all people, but the only thing he could think of was the team trip to the shrine. What had he wished for again? He thought he had everything he wanted, so it hadn’t been something dire. Maybe to be a few centimeters taller? Better at blocking? Did that mean—

Christ. What did Tsukkishima wish for?

#kagehina #tsukkiyama #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #tsukkishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #yamayamawrites #fluff #crack?#light-hearted

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yamayamawrites · 4 years ago

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This December

A/N: Hi friends! Happy (almost) December! As a treat this year, I decided to write a short fic (and by short, I do mean around 40k - so not terribly short) about the Dekusquad spending a week at a winter cabin! The first chapter will officially go up on my AO3 page (you can find it here!) tomorrow, with updates coming out every Tuesday/Friday for the next 4 weeks, but I decided to post a sneak preview of chapter 1 here early!! Hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, December 01, 20XX

It’s been four years since Izuku graduated from U.A. Four years, and he’s moved three times since then – once, to an agency based in Kyoto, where he lived the longest. He worked many of the smaller cases there, the more personal ones – stopping a villain who’d kidnapped a mother’s newborn; keeping a local corner store from being robbed; catching a stray piece of scrap metal dropped from a crane near a construction site, and saving two children playing tag. He accredits most of his fame to Kyoto, and though it’s certainly not a small city, it feels small when he moves two years later to Hiroshima.

It’s in Hiroshima that Izuku takes on his first major case – ends up working beside Eijirou in the process, and both of them (already well-established and in the high twenties in hero rankings) skyrocket to the top ten after busting the case wide open. It’s a child trafficking ring, where children are abducted and sold for their Quirks. And, just following this case, he has perhaps a hundred offers to other agencies that will pay better or get more exposure. After all, Midoriya Izuku is just past twenty and he’s ranked number four, below Suneater and Lemillion from U.A., and, yet to be overthrown at number one, Endeavor. And while he still hasn’t learned Hiroshima’s roads, nor has he unpacked all his boxes yet, he uproots once more, and heads for Tokyo.

The biggest reason he leaves is because of the agency. Tokyo is crawling with them – agencies nearly on every block – but they’re small, full of sidekicks who haven’t broken one hundred yet, even. But there’s one agency in particular whose letter stands out amongst the rest, because the signature on the offer letter is his old friend Hitoshi’s, and Hitoshi knows just whose names to drop to garner Izuku’s attention – “You would be working side by side with Uravity and Ingenium, and perhaps partnering with Shouto and Ground Zero.”

And now, almost seven months since he’s become acquainted with the Tokyo agency, has climbed past Suneater in the latest ranking, he drums his fingers on Ochaco’s office door. She pops her head up from behind her monitor, still wearing her hero costume from her patrol while she types up a final report before lunch. “Oh!” she says, as though she isn’t expecting Izuku, despite the fact that they always go to lunch together on Tuesdays.

“Ready to go?” Izuku asks, hanging off Ochaco’s door, now. “Tenya coming today, too?”

“Tenya got wrapped up in a petty theft case,” Ochaco rolls her eyes. “Seriously. Who tries to steal a dozen watches in the middle of the morning?”

“People who don’t know Tenya exists?” Izuku shrugs, and Ochaco laughs, pushes herself away from her desk on her rolling chair and hops up. “I need to stop and grab my key card before we go. Hold on.”

Ochaco trails after Izuku down the hall to his office, one with arguably the best view in the building. It overlooks the rest of the city, some of the smaller agencies the size of peanuts from way up here. His door is ajar when he walks up, light still on. Along the right wall is a photograph – himself, at graduation, with Ochaco and Tenya to his left, and Shouto to his right. Behind all of them is All Might, having managed his heroic form just for the click of a camera. They all wear navy graduation gowns, though Izuku’s is unzipped and reveals his hero costume underneath. Shouto’s hair is swept back from his face, his graduation cap in his hands, and he’s actually smiling – Izuku thinks it may be the only photograph in his entire collection of pictures of Shouto where he isn’t frowning. And Ochaco and Tenya are leaning into each other, smiles bright and happy, caps on and hands clasped together.

“Can’t believe you still have this hanging in here,” Ochaco muses as she steps into the room, wandering directly to the photograph.

Izuku spares it a second glance before going to his desk and rooting through the drawers for his key card to get back into the building. “It’s my favorite,” he says with a defensive huff, and Ochaco laughs.

“It’s not a bad thing,” she says. “It’s just that my forehead looks huge in this.”

“Shut up,” Izuku chides, “you look fine. You look great, even!”

“I think you hung this one because Shouto is in it,” Ochaco jeers, because she knows it will get a reaction out of Izuku. And it does; Izuku, who had bent down to check under his desk for the key card, thuds his head on the bottom side of it when he tries to sit up too quickly.

“Th-that isn’t it!” Izuku huffs, rubbing his head. “Stop with that, you know I’m over it.”

“How come you’ve been waiting for the opportunity to work a case with him, then?” Ochaco says, and she sounds innocent, but when Izuku looks over he sees mischief in her eyes, the pure evil of a friend who’s been given explicit information to a secret crush that maybe shouldn’t have been told.

“Is it a crime to want to work alongside a friend?” Izuku says back defensively, still searching for his key card. Eventually he finds it atop a stack of reports he’s yet to take down to the accounting department – the longer he waits, the longer it’ll be until his next paycheck, but seriously, he makes way too much as it is.

“Well, no,” Ochaco says, crossing the room and perching herself on Izuku’s cluttered desk. “I mean, that’s how you ended up working here.”

“Exactly,” Izuku says as a means of ending the conversation, grabbing his wallet off his desk as well (he’d forgotten that, too, it seems) and heading for the door. Ochaco follows after him, realizes he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore, and thankfully, after being best friends for almost a decade now, she respects that.

The walk down the road to their usual noodle shop is cold. The first snow hit about a week ago, and the temperature has warmed enough and cooled again since then to freeze mounds of slush at the lip of the roads. The sidewalk is clear of snow, busy despite the cold weather with people walking around downtown.

When they step inside the noodle shop, the warmth floods their cheeks and hands. They’re regulars here, and the waitress seats them as though they aren’t the number three and number sixteen heroes – after all, she gets to have this experience every Tuesday. She does, however, comment on Izuku’s latest search-and-rescue, says she’s glad someone like him was there. And it’s the comments like these that always make Izuku proud of his profession, the ones where he’s not being gushed over for his abs or his good looks (though those still make him blush); it’s the gratitude that Izuku’s presence has made a difference on the scene of a crime, or natural disaster, or whatever the occasion. It’s knowing people are glad Izuku was there.

“So,” Ochaco stretches back in her chair after she finishes her noodles. “Tenya and I have been thinking about taking a vacation.”

“Oh?” Izuku says, folding his hands in front of him on the table. He’d finished his noodles a few minutes ago.

“Yeah,” Ochaco hums, twirling her weightless chopsticks around her fingers idly while she speaks. “We were kind of thinking of inviting a few old friends from U.A. to come with.”

“Oh, so not like a romantic getaway then?” Izuku tilts his head to the side, curious. Ochaco and Tenya have been together since their second year of high school, and vacations for the just two of them aren’t anywhere near uncommon.

“More like a, um, reunion?” Ochaco says, dropping the chopsticks now. “What do you think, Izuku? Are you in?”

Izuku blanches. Somehow, even with Ochaco suggesting friends from U.A. accompany them on their vacation, he hadn’t considered that might mean him. Which is absurd, because the three of them have been best friends since high school began – they even chatted on the phone all the time when Izuku was in Kyoto and Hiroshima. “Of course,” he says after he scoops his jaw up from where it dropped, and Ochaco laughs.

“You seriously thought I wouldn’t extend the invitation to you?”

“That’s not what—”

“Come on, Deku,” she giggles, rolling her eyes. “You can’t lie to me. I know all.”

He laughs, shakes his head. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting it, sorry.”

“Well, you’re obviously the first person on the guest list. Tenya and I have already found a place, too! There’s this beautiful vacation lodge for rent on the edge of the Kiso Mountain chain.”

“That’s almost four hours from here,” Izuku says, suddenly a bit afraid of what might happen being so far from Tokyo. “What if a big villain or something finds out we’re all gone on vacation?”

“You act like our class from high school are the only competent heroes around anymore,” Ochaco rolls her eyes. “C’mon, if anything happened Suneater and Lemillion alone could take them, not to mention Nejire-chan and that wind hero guy.”

Izuku exhales, forcing himself to nod and agree. “I guess you’re right,” he sighs, his smile a tad nervous still.

“What, worried the public will forget about their favorite hero Deku after a week?” Ochaco reaches across the table and pokes at Izuku’s cheek. “Have some faith! And learn to take a vacation! Seriously, when’s the last time you took a break? Never?”

“Never,” Izuku affirms, though in the past he’s been proud of the fact; now he’s a little embarrassed. “How much would I owe you?”

But Ochaco waves off the question, and she grabs for the bill on the table – Izuku doesn’t even remember the waitress dropping it off. “You know more than any of us that money isn’t a factor,” she says, shrugging. “Tenya and I can cover it.”

“Shut up,” Izuku rolls his eyes. “You guys shouldn’t have to pay for everything. At least let me cover gas and groceries?”

It takes a bit of coaxing, but eventually Izuku convinces Ochaco to let him cover grocery costs; the two of them make plans to visit the grocery store together the night before they leave. Ochaco doesn’t reveal the guest list, nor does Izuku even think to ask about it until after they’re walking back to the office, bumping shoulders and laughing over inside jokes from their high school days. And as they ascend the staircase side by side, Izuku finally does ask, and Ochaco laughs, and that’s the most of an answer he gets.

#yamayamawrites #this december #happy holidays #mha #bnha #my hero #tododeku #iidachako #sneak peek!#ao3

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yamayamawrites · 4 years ago

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headcanons about Hagakure

Guys, I can’t even begin to express how badly my heart hurts for Hagakure. We literally know nothing about her. Guys. We don’t even know her eye color. So, I have taken it upon myself to share some of my favorite headcanons of her.

1. If Hagakure could turn her Quirk on and off, she’d be a different fucking person in every kind of lighting. You heard of prismatic shards? That’s her, baby. Color everywhere. Sometimes her skin appears pink like Mina’s, other times she’s deep violet. Same goes for her eyes and hair. Sometimes she’s mistaken for a new student by her classmates who haven’t memorized the nuances in her face - her high cheekbones and curved nose. Her body proportions are the only thing that stays constant - well, that and her right eye. For some reason, no matter the lighting, her right eye always appears to be purple.

2. She wants to be seen. You’re telling me a girl with an invisible Quirk isn’t going to fight for attention? Whenever UA has a school dance or something of that nature, she always always goes for the glitziest, most glamorous thing she can find. She doesn’t mean any animosity against any of the other students, and she isn’t trying to steal their spotlight. She’s just trying to compensate for the fact that nobody can see her.

3. Her wardrobe is completely full. I mean, our girl probably has a three-year-old cracked cell phone because she spends all her savings on makeup and clothing. And it’s always the brightest of colors, too. She’s stellar with color theory, and she always looks amazing when they go on public outings.

4. She and Ashido are best friends. They’re practically the same size, yeah? So Mina shares her excessive collection of vibrant prints, and in turn Hagakure shares her wide array of colored garments. Together the two of them dress to the nines - and make sure they don’t look too tacky or gaudy, but look stunning nonetheless. They also, especially in their second and third years, take way more shopping trips together. They make more money on workstudies, and why not spend it on something useful? (Though, Ashido does insist they skip their weekly shopping trip when Hagakure’s phone finally kicks the bucket, so she can afford a new one).

5. Hagakure is an aspiring beauty guru, easily. She practices all the time on Ashido and the other girls in 1-A, but her favorite person to make over is Tsuyu. She finds it to be a really fun challenge making over Tsuyu with her froglike complexion, and though Tsuyu isn’t one for makeup, every time Hagakure does her makeup she can’t help but feel beautiful. If she didn’t make it into the hero course, she was going to go to beauty school (which also would have been a feat, considering her invisible nature).

6. Hagakure is very much not a touchy-feely person, so when she and Ashido start hanging out more often, it makes her really nervous how easily Ashido can pick out where her shoulders or her hips are and pull her into a hug. At first Ashido is nervous, because Hagakure seems uncomfortable but isn’t saying anything. When she asks if Hagakure doesn’t like physical contact, Hagakure just replies with a timid “Nobody’s really been able to tell where I am before.” With Hagakure’s permission, Ashido makes it her goal to make sure Hagakure is included in every group hug or high-five that goes on.

Please feel free to add onto this list! I want to give Hagakure the character traits she deserves, since we see so little of her in the anime/manga (that wasn’t meant to be a pun but hey, if the shoe fits).

#mha #my hero academia #mha headcanons #hagakure tooru #bnha #hagakure tooru headcanon #my girl tooru deserves better #give me more hagakure #why couldn't she just be able to turn her invisibility on and off #she's probably such a hot bitch #I would do anything for hagakure to get more development #also hagakure and ashido would high key be cute together #yamayama rambles #yamayamawrites

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yamayamawrites · 4 years ago

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me pestering my friends, knowing full well I have 82 WIPs drafted that I've yet to write

#my hero academia #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #ao3writer #haikyuu!!#yamayamawrites #ao3 #ao3feed #writer

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yamayamawrites · 4 years ago

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Castaway AU - Coming Later This Winter!

Hey friends! If you’ve been following me for a while you probably know/have heard that I’m working on another big fic to rival Mr. Loverman (which you can find here on ao3 if you haven’t read it yet, it’s 20 chapters and ~103K completed). And as a special treat for all of you who follow me on here, I wanted to share a sneak peek of what’s to come! I’m super excited about this one guys, I have a beta reader and everything (she’s the best, an absolute gem)!!

But first, I need to tell you what it’s about. Izuku is a famous photographer/social media celebrity, just returned home from yet another trip abroad. He decides to take his sailboat out for a trip to get some final photos and top off his portfolio for the month, but he ends up falling asleep on his boat. What happens when he wakes up on the shore of a secluded island with a strange man shaking him awake?

(Please forgive me, I haven’t touched up the summary just yet.)

Anyways, if you’re interested in reading a sneak peek of the first chapter, please click the ‘read more’ option below!

June 30, 06:48am

It’s hard not to feel some sort of rush, being awake this early.

Izuku has always been a morning person, and even more so in the summertime, when the sun wakes with him. Like today! The sun is up just moments after he is, peeking out from the shroud of ocean it hid behind. Izuku is home today, his second night home after his latest trip (he’d gone to Norway, and of course taken photos of everything). He recovered from his jet lag – yesterday he slept in until nine in the morning and was disgusted with himself – and has his swim trunks and an unbuttoned Hawaiian tee on before the sun can even cast a glare on his floor.

He lives in Horiuchi, a small town with a beautiful beach. His apartment is small – mostly because he spends so little time in his actual apartment that it’s more of a postcard address than anything. It has a single bedroom, a kitchen with a dining table crammed in its center, and a living space about big enough for Izuku’s couch and a wall-mounted television. And even then, Izuku often ends up vaulting the couch to get through.

But the balcony is beautiful, outstretching over his view of Morito Coast. The apartment isn’t as costly as some of the others with worse views, probably in part because this isn’t a vacation town but also because nobody wants to live in the shoebox Izuku lives in. Before him, there hadn’t been an inhabitant in the apartment in well over six months, and they gave Izuku a pretty hefty discount on the place even though Izuku said he’d take it full price.

Izuku throws back the curtains to his balcony door (after vaulting his couch), allows the sunlight to wash over the ground. He opens the balcony door wide, the fresh sea air pouring into his apartment, the cool wash of the last remnants of summer night coming through. It almost makes him shiver, and it does push his rowdy curls into even more awkward angles than before, but he opens his arms anyway to the fresh air.

He pulls his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture, as he always does on mornings he’s home. Though he isn’t around much in the summer, the photos of the sun rising over Morito Coast always seem to be more popular than the rest, and Izuku supposes he will never truly know why. He does suspect, though, that it’s because the view is just so perfect.

He nearly forgets to eat breakfast before he starts his live stream, seats himself out on the balcony in his little lawn chair and enjoys the wash of the summer sun slowly creeping up his bare legs. “Good morning!” he calls to the phone, waves to the camera as he’s joined by tens of thousands of people to watch his live stream. He constantly has to remind himself that not all of his fans are located in Japan – because if they were, he’d be more than surprised at how many people jump on at seven in the morning to watch him stream just talking through his day plans.

“Today I’ll be going off Morito Coast on my sailboat!” he announces brightly. He’s had this on the calendar since he was back in Norway. His sailboat is nothing special, barely large enough for three people comfortably, but he hasn’t had a chance to sail since he left almost three weeks ago and he’s anxious to get back out on the water. A few comments roll in telling him he should try surfing one of these days; he laughs it off and takes a note in the back of his brain to call Ochaco next week and have her teach him the basics.

It’s a normal stream, for the most part. Comments roll through, Izuku answers questions that reappear when he can and apologizes for the missed questions when he can’t. It’s shorter than most, and perhaps that is the most out-of-the-ordinary part of it, but otherwise it isn’t anything noteworthy.

So, then, how does it become his last?

08:16am

The sun is hot, now. On the brink of July is when summer becomes sweltering, enough even that it almost deters Izuku away from the heat. Truthfully, it’s why he went up to Norway – it’s much more temperate up there, less direct sunlight to try and inflict Izuku with skin cancer. He lathers up the sunscreen, though, and heads down to the beach – perhaps a ten-minute walk – in his flip flops, his Hawaiian shirt (now buttoned, but only twice), and his dark green swim trunks.

A few of the locals are already on the beach, and they wave to Izuku, shout good-mornings and ask how he’s doing out of courtesy. Izuku recognizes Ivanka, a retired Russian woman who lives in the next apartment building over. Her Japanese is stilted, but she likes Izuku because Izuku knows Russian. (And English, Chinese, Spanish, Italian, and a touch of French.) He recognizes the twin girls from downstairs, Kamiko and Hana, putting together a sandcastle with their mother, Rin, off to the side reading a book. Izuku’s sailboat is further down the beach, closer to the jagged rocks protruding from the water, roped there tightly to keep it from straying too far. Still, he has to yank it to shore by the rope, an activity that might have been impossible when he was scrawnier, but now barely makes him break a sweat.

The boat’s name is S.S. All Might, a silly name perhaps, but Izuku doesn’t care. He’s named after Izuku’s favorite comic book character from when he was a child, a man he always looked up to because he saved everyone with a smile. And though comic book heroes don’t exist, Izuku has vowed to make a hero of himself as best he can in this modern age, by making people smile with his goofy tourist-y photos and livestreams and videos. And though he probably should be past the comic book stage of his life by now, he keeps All Might’s spirit buried in his heart, and All Might’s vintage comic book collection buried in his closet.

He unties the anchoring rope and pushes off from the rocks. It takes a little bit to get past the waves trying to push Izuku back to shore, but they aren’t too rowdy yet today, and for that he’s thankful. Out on the water there’s a decent breeze, and it brings with it a spray of seawater that tames the bubbling heat on Izuku’s skin. As he catches a drift his boat takes off, out to sea, while he pulls the sail taut the best way he knows.

Though it probably isn’t the safest place for his cell phone, Izuku pulls it out of his swimsuit trunk pocket and captures a photo of the sun’s steady ascent past the water. There is a full separation now of the sun and the water, but it still refracts brightly on the water below, makes for a stunning stock image that will likely be the source of Izuku’s rent money this month. Perhaps next month, too. He doesn’t too much care about that, though; he flips the camera to selfie mode and holds it up, peace-signing with the sail in the corner and the sun behind him. His skin looks much tanner than he is in this angle, and his freckled shoulders are hidden underneath his Hawaiian shirt, but he plans to post it anyway – when he’s back somewhere with a cell tower, that is.

Izuku has sailed the space past Morito Coast many times. It isn’t a huge expanse of water, but it’s enough to feel like an adventure. It’s not too vast that Izuku gets lost, but vast enough that he can if he tries. But today, the wind carries him further, and he lets it. He lets it because he has a cooler secured to the floor, complete with four bottles of water and a few sandwiches in case he decides to stay out on the water longer than he’s expecting. And there’s more sunscreen, a portable charger for his phone, a change of clothes being kept dry below deck. What could another mile past his normal stopping point do?

The sunlight can only be kept at bay for so long by the spray of seawater, and Izuku is beginning to feel the heat going to his head. The sun is higher in the sky now, and Izuku can tell without even checking his phone that it’s nearing noon, with the sun beating directly onto him, thrumming like a drum. He can feel every pulse of his heart. His first three water bottles are gone and he’s nursing his fourth. Still, he smiles lazily. This is where he’s meant to be – underneath the sun. He sits on the deck of his sailboat and pulls his phone from his swim trunks again, snaps a few photos of himself with the sun hot overhead. His freckles are well-visible, and his Hawaiian shirt has been tossed aside in the heat, so his shoulders and chest (also dotted with freckles) are visible. He stretches out on the deck and holds the phone above, snapping a picture of himself lying on the sailboat deck. His abs look more defined than ever, considering the sunlight above is casting rather harsh shadows from this angle.

He knows he shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t, and he will kick himself every day for doing it, but he closes his eyes, lets the warm summer sun be his blanket as he takes a cat nap on the deck. He’s even so bold as to dip one of his legs off the edge of the boat and into the water, like kicking his foot out from underneath a blanket in the summer when it gets too hot. And he sleeps, he sleeps through the sunlight drawing behind a cloud, and reappearing only to be drawn away again, by angry gray storm clouds that he hadn’t expected today. But when has he ever been one to check the weather?

#tddk #tododeku #ao3writer #yamayamawrites #castaway au #sneak peek #my hero academia #mha #current wip

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