Victor i’m-weak-af-for-my-boyfriendfiance’s-smile Nikiforov
i really felt like this is an underappreciated moment especially since Yuuri, the little shit, obviously does this on purpose to get his way like HE FLASHES VICTOR THE PUPPY SMILE CAUSE HE KNOWS HE CAN’T RESIST
The decision on ‘who’ was … I won’t say easy but… yesitwas. I JUST LOVE HIM. Can’t help myself.
‘Why’ is a bit harder to answer. Because frankly Iwaizumi is not the character I’d typically go for. Visually he’s as far as it gets from what I’m usually drawn to.
My usual fav has fair skin (nope) tall lean type (well he’s the shorty of the third years so .. no xD) light hair (uh.. no) LONG light hair (double no)
Well long haired men are nonexistent in Haikyuu so that category fell away anyways. No Asahi doesn’t count as ‘man’ sorry. *pets him*
I think what drew me in initially was actually how well balanced his character is (before I got to appreciate his looks). He’s strict and serious when it comes to things he loves (Vball, Oikawa), but he’s also not only ‘grumpy’ but supporting when needed. He knows when to be kind, he works hard, he does get disappointed and doubts himself when things down’t work out which is, thank god, normal. (I always find it weird when a character is this passionate about something but never seems to get really crushed when stuff doesn’t work out…). He’s also a lovable dork… (the thing where he shows Tooru the fish species named Oikawa? priceless dorky proud face <3 so cute)
And since I’m a sucker for voices… I LOVE HIS VOICE. I totally approve of the seiyuu they chose. It gives me chills.
The question had crossed his mind over and over and he’d known that once it was out of his mouth there’d be no taking it back. But it was impossible to keep the words from spilling out now that she was next to him, her cheeks flushed with giddy happiness and her eyes glazed over. The words were like an avalanche, gathering speed and bound to bury the two of them. He couldn’t stop them. Didn’t want to. They’d been haunting him long enough.
“Does he make you feel good?” Her face fell, then paled, then scrunched up. The poison lacing his voice was unmistakeable.
“You wouldn’t understand.” But he would. He would understand, because she’d been a radiant person before she met that guy and now she was a dimmed flame, a shadow of her former self. “He makes me feel weak,” she said simply and smiled shyly, like feeling weak was a good thing. “My knees fail me when we kiss. I can hardly breathe.” It hurt. Hearing her say things like this hurt him more than he’d like to admit, more than he could bear. “He shouldn’t make you feel this way,” he said quietly, deliberately avoiding her gaze. In that moment, he knew what he’d see if he looked at her: that stubborn tilt to her jaw that he adored, the feigned hardness in her eyes. “He should make you feel strong. With every kiss and every touch, he should make your world brighter, he should ease your worries and assure you. You should be happy. You should be told that you deserve the world every single day and that the world does not even begin to deserve you. You should love someone who shows you how much they love you with every breath you take.” And I would do this for you, he added quietly, unwillingly. Because he couldn’t say it out loud, never. She was happy. It was a wrong kind of happiness, he knew, but with that he couldn’t help her. It wasn’t his place to take that happiness away from her. It wasn’t his place to shatter what she had built for herself, even though it was a path to destruction.