under the cut is a list of fics that folks in the haikyuu fandom read to remind themselves that there is good in the world. i hope that the list can help spread some positive energy during this tough time. thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions and helped to put the list together!
fics are arranged by ship and include ao3 link, author, length, and summary. please let me know if one of your fics is on this list but your tumblr/twitter/etc isn’t linked, and i can add it.
I like the way your clothes smell by @mysecretfanmoments; kagehina; 75k; ‘Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio’s part. He’d planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.’
Painting with Words series by iwillstillopenthewindow; kagehina; 11k; 2 fics; ‘Where Hinata has trouble writing and Kageyama has difficulty seeing the world in color again.’
kisses by buu; 4k; ‘There’s a blur and Hinata remembers warm lips, surprisingly soft from someone who frowns all the time, and Kageyama’s terrified face when he pulls back, and the electricity running through Hinata’s entire body, heating his cheeks to match Kageyama’s. / Kissing, it turns out, is as good as volleyball.’
Ridiculous by @festivetrickster; kagehina ft yachi; 3.5k; ‘After Yachi’s heater broke at her own apartment, Hinata and Kageyama invite her to stay at theirs until it gets fixed. Only, the problem is: 1) the repairman is never going to come, 2) temporarily living with Hinata and Kageyama is …stressful, to say the least.’
maps, from me to you by tothemoon; kagehina; 10k; ‘This is a (non-chronological) account of the memories they make out of millimeters.’
love and now by @plotghosts; kagehina; 16k; ‘After their break-up three years prior, Hinata attends Kageyama’s final university match.’
A Couple of Awesome Players by Esselle; gen kagehina; 3k; ‘Shouyou meets volleyball and Kageyama at roughly the same time—during his first year of middle school.’
Paws for a Second by LemonNinjaa; kagehina; 3k; ‘Daichi decides that working on teamwork is important, and Hinata volunteers Kageyama’s house. Little does Karasuno know that Kageyama has two fluffy secrets.’
You’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder; daisuga; 25k; ‘Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.’
pride by @owlinaminor; daichi genfic ft. daisuga; 4k; ‘Daichi knows that Hinata accidentally called him ‘Dad’ once, and Suga often teases him about parenting the first-years, but this is just ridiculous. / “I’m not your dad, I’m your captain!” Daichi protests. / The cheering only increases in volume. They’re probably disturbing anyone who’s still at the school – but then, it’s New Year’s Eve. Nobody is still at the school besides Daichi’s insane, ridiculous, wonderful team. / “Okay, fine,” he says at last, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m proud to be your dad.”’
Perfectionism by @mysecretfanmoments; daisuga; 3k; ‘“I just wish it was something you could practice before you have to… perform.” He narrows his eyes, imagining it. “Like a CPR class.” / Suga raises an eyebrow. “You want to practice it. Beforehand.” / “Yeah. Are you offering?” / ((Daichi doesn’t like to be bad at things–kissing included–and Suga is willing to help him practice.))’
the perfect stranger by @downmoonwrites; daisuga; 26k; ‘There’s a man standing outside Suga’s door. / Scratch that. Start over. / There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.’
Black and Blue by @makariawritesabout; daisuga; 117k; Daichi’s new (temporary) neighbor is not only stunningly beautiful but also funny, friendly, with just a touch of mysterious. / Naturally, Daichi freaks the fuck out. / (AU where everyone lives in the same building and everyone is gay)’
Add New Contact by booksong; daisuga; 9k; ‘"Daichi was leaning contemplatively on the sill of his open window, waiting for the icy breeze he was letting into his room to wake him up to how utterly stupid he was being. He’d always hated stories, real or fictional, about people doing ridiculous and self-destructive things for love, but now here he was, palming his smartphone idly and wondering with complete seriousness if it would survive an eight meter drop with substantial but repairable damage.“ / (Or; All Daichi’s electronics are endangered the moment he realizes he can’t get that sweet, patient, ridiculously attractive IT tech off his mind.)’
World Will Follow After by @kiribakus; daisuga; 7k; ‘Sir, are you interested in the flavor of the day? Is that what’s going on here?? Could you please decide whether you’re looking over here or looking downward??? Is this some kind of weird Morse code???? Sir I don’t understand what is going on and my face is burning sir please—’
Build A Temple in Me by @kiribakus; iwaoi; 40k; ‘Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s where Hajime met him, and where their story began. / But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast.’
how to let your planets align by tothemoon; iwaoi; 16k; ‘It is the last day on earth, December 2nd, 1985, when you realize you’re in love with him.’
midnight boy/sunset town by carafin; iwaoi; 10k; ‘In which Iwaizumi Hajime grows a few chili plants, participates in an eating contest, breaks into a park, and falls in love with a man who doesn’t ever sleep - not exactly in that order.’
I sure hope that guy gets fired by Xov; iwaoi; 30k; ‘It was the fourth time experiencing the exact same day that Iwaizumi Hajime reluctantly admitted to himself that something was very wrong.’
Phone Home by ghostystarr; iwaoi; 7k; ‘Oikawa Tooru is currently orbiting Earth at 445 kilometers per minute, but falling in love with the voice in his ear makes it feel so much slower than that.’
Through My Eyes by anchoringsouls; iwaoi; 3k; ‘“I think if you ever saw yourself through my eyes, you would fall in love with yourself the same way the way I did with you.”’
the BEES KNEES by munzie and oikawamemesquad; iwaoi & bee x knee; 300 words; ‘KN(B)EEwaoi: the fic (boy x boy, R-18, dont like dnt read!1!!!)’
Close to the Chest by @darkmagicalgirlwrites; kyouhaba; 61k; ‘It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he’s different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba’s journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.’
Laughter by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2k; ‘Kyoutani has a cute laugh and suddenly, Yahaba has a crush.’
Entwined by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 2.5k; ‘Soulmates share their emotions with each other when their hands touch. Yahaba experiences it for the first time when he and Kyoutani share a high five after winning a match.’
Colourmarks by @kiyala; kyouhaba; 4k; ‘Kyoutani and Yahaba keep leaving marks on each other everywhere they touch. They’re trying their best to ignore it, and what it means.’
no solution series by fortyfiveangrycats; kyouhaba; currently 17k & 4 fics; ‘parallel lines, parallel stories. basically a bunch of kyouhaba fics that all remotely tie together.’
plus one by safra; matsuhana; 6k; ‘"Did you know we’re dating?” / “What? Says who?” / “Says everyone apparently.” / “Oh,” Hanamaki frowns for a few seconds before shrugging and turning his attention back to the chocolate fountain. “Nice."’
A Bouquet of Flours by @guyfierimpreg; matsuhana; 5k; ‘“Is that a flour sack in a diaper,” Iwaizumi deadpanned, looking at the offending thing with a Look saved only for dealing with Hanamaki and Matsukawa (and occasionally Oikawa, though the Look for Oikawa came with a lot more vein-popping and swearing). / “Don’t talk about our baby like that,” Matsukawa shot back.’
stranger things by laubear; matsuhana; 10k; ‘In 2012, the men’s national volleyball team took home the bronze at the Asian Cup. Tokyo Skytree opened to the public. Also, the dashing Hanamaki Takahiro and painfully cool Matsukawa Issei started a radio show out of Aoba Johsai’s abandoned A/V room and accidentally became the two most popular guys in school.’
geronimo by lagatos; bokuaka; 28k; ‘"beach resort au” where Bokuto Koutarou works in a small tourist town’s beach resort, renting out kayaks and surfboards for people he’ll never see again. Akaashi Keiji moves into town for the summer for a photography internship and Bokuto insists on showing him how the natives live.’
oh baby, can’t you see by commovente; bokuaka; 2k; ‘akaashi keiji’s comprehensive list of all 37 of bokuto-san’s weaknesses.’
wanderlust led me home to you by earlgrey_milktea; bokuaka; 13k; ‘When a tall, dark stranger walks into Koutarou’s shop one day, he was in no way prepared for his entire life to be changed at a glimpse of those breathtaking grey-green eyes. / in which bokuto fiddles with a music box that makes no sound, akaashi is a plant person, and some secrets must be revealed sooner or later.’
Rules by conesofdunshire; bokuaka; 120k; ‘In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there’s just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.’
black cats & voodoo dolls by ohhotlamb; bokuroo; 4.5k; ‘“So, hypothetically, if I wanted to put a curse on somebody and make them suffer but I didn’t really want them to die—how would you suggest that, um, I do that?” / Kuroo looks up over his completely wholesome and not-at-all suggestive magazine (covered by another magazine—a nature special on humpback whales or some other majestic shit like that) to find an extremely hot and extremely sad-looking guy. Kuroo raises an eyebrow, but it’s invisible under the black of his fringe. He alternates brows. / “Damn. Who fucked you over?”’
the yeah yeah yeah song by keptein; bokuroo; 5k; ‘And the light from the stage catches in the guy’s hair, so blond it shines white like a beacon, like one of the stars overhead. Tetsurou leans over and yells in his ear, hand on one solid shoulder, “Cool hair!” / “You too!” the guy yells back, “I dig the sex hair look!”’
A Very Kuroo Chirstmas by AQuinton; kurotsukki; 2k; ‘Tsukishima Kei loves all things Christmas. But he doesn’t plan on admitting that to anyone anytime soon.
Who Done It by galaxymouth; kurotsukki; 1k; ‘Tsukishima Kei has hickeys on his neck and no one on the entire volleyball team can figure out who could ever get close enough to the wall of salt to leave them there. The volleyball club suddenly becomes a detective debate club.’
Dovetail by ideallyqualia; ushiten; 31k; ‘To know something like the back of your hand means that you know that person or that thing very, very well.’
i’m a house with no windows, you’re the flowers on the front porch by @tendouaf; 67k; currently 9/? chapters; ‘Wakatoshi likes absolutes. He likes the idea of something being unchangeable, immovable, because he doesn’t have to worry needlessly about it. He can focus his energy on other, more important things. And among the absolutes he feels in his life, his bond with Satori is one of them. / (aka: a fic focusing on ushiten’s development from childhood through adulthood that no one really asked for but I felt an extremely strong urge to write anyway)’
Kings of the Road, Kings of the Universe by @ezzydean; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Eight magical captains, one bus, an entire summer (and country) waiting for them. / What could possibly go wrong? / (The magic of friendship meets the magic of a summer road trip meets pure magic.)’
holding out for a hero by @dicaeopolis; captains genfic; 17k; ‘Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Daichi make up a team of superheroes fighting to keep their city free from crime. But they might’ve met their match in a powerful nature spirit that seems determined to take them down for good. / Also, it would really help Kuroo’s concentration if his teammates stopped wearing so much spandex. / Or: the superhero slice-of-life that nobody asked for.’
rarepairs & multishipping:
jaywalkers series by @sturlsons; kurotsukki, bokuaka, yamayachi, & others; currently 95k & 18 fics; ‘A collection of stories the morals of which all amount to: if something can go wrong, it will. Also, if something can go right, it also will. / Alternatively, that one college AU where everyone fucks all the shit up.’
Hearts aren’t bulletproof by boxofwonder; ushioi; 11k; ‘Being a superhero is hard. / Having a crush on your High School rival is hard. / Your High School rival having a crush on your Superhero identity without knowing it’s you is … kind of the worst.’
This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by @mysecretfanmoments and poulerslashes; ushioi; 34k; ‘Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He’d hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can’t help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?’
babysitters club by tesselated; tsukkiyama; 4k; ‘This is the problem with Yamaguchi: he’s too nice. Tsukishima has known this since they were thirteen, but apparently he’s never learned because here he is, babyproofing their apartment for the third time this month because Sugawara knows Yamaguchi will say yes when he asks them to babysit.’
blue summer sky by deanpendragon; tsukkiyama; 32k; ‘In which Tadashi manages his grandfather’s pet store and Tsukishima works at the music shop next door. Lots of exclamation points, dialogue, obvious crushes, internal (and overexcited) monologuing, animal trivia, and terrible puns ensue.’
That Go Bump In the Night by sushibomb; oikuroo; 19k; currently 1/3 chapters; ‘Oikawa has always been fascinated with the unknown. Aliens, monsters, ghosts, you name it, he can tell you a little something about the lore. So when a mysterious new person moves into his apartment complex, Oikawa is determined to prove that this seemingly normal guy might be one of the undead. But what happens when it turns out that he’s right?’
Unconventional Wisdom by irlbokuto; bokuroo, daisuga, and iwaoi; 60k; currently 12/? chapters; ‘They say you don’t really know a person until you live with them. After late night grocery runs, singing competitions, stove fires, alien conspiracies, laundry mishaps, excessive penalty drills, identity crises, and falling in love with your best friend, you begin to see life in a different light. You knew playing volleyball would take you places, but this was the farthest scenario from your mind. / Or, a tale of how Kuroo Tetsurou found himself rooming with three other volleyball captains at university.’
romance ‘n’ all that jazz by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 12k; ‘The smile drops from Goshiki face and his steaming cup of coffee nearly slips from his hand when he realizes: there’s someone already standing there. Standing in his spot. / Someone who’s assaulting poor, unsuspecting passerbies with the offensive noise known as jazz. / OR: AU where Hinata and Goshiki are rival street performers’
a dash of sugar and a spoonful of salt by @tobioslilgiant; goshihina; 1.5k; ‘"I don’t who keeps leaving me sweets but whoever it is, I’m gonna marry them,” Hinata gushes. / “Really?” Shirabu demands, jarring Goshiki from his thoughts. “You don’t even know who’s sending them, though. They could be hideous—” he looks over at Goshiki—“or painfully annoying.” / OR: the college AU where Goshiki keeps anonymously leaving baked goods in front of Hinata’s dorm room and Shirabu’s completely lost any semblance of chill he’s ever had’
The Kindling Alchemist by kvhottie; kagehina, tsukkiyama, daisuga, & others; 15k; currently 3/? chapters; ‘The lovechild of FMA:B and Psycho-pass AU. / “…and finally your partner, Major Kageyama, the Crystal Aconite Alchemist.”/ Hinata’s eyes darted to Kageyama and looked him up and down. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a stoic expression—he definitely wasn’t the life of the party. Hinata smirked, almost sure that Kageyama’s alchemy element was something cold, just like his demeanor. It was fine; he always liked a challenge.’
red skinny jeans by @dicaeopolis; tentsukki; 4k; ‘The trials of one prickly student-librarian and the guy who seems to enjoy nothing more than pissing him off. / Or, “Tsukishima Kei and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"’
Herding Cats by notallbees; kuroyaku; 15k; ‘Cat-sitting in his new boyfriend’s apartment seems like a stress-free way for Kuroo to get out of his mom’s house for a week, and to win some brownie points with Yaku. But cats often have their own ideas about how things should be run, and Kuroo has his work cut out if he wants to impress Porco and Rosso.’
when the moon hits your eye by Metis_Ink; ushijima/futakuchi; 10k; ‘The stress of new captaincy is troubling enough when there’s not a nationally-recognized, socially-stunted rival captain inappropriately concerned with your eating habits. Futakuchi is disappointed to find that that’s just the beginning of it.’
it’s tradition. by hicsvntdracones; kyouhaba, iwaoi, matsuhana, & kinkuni; 6k; ‘It’s tradition, it’s tradition, they all say as they gather up the second and first years. The second years have a look of hard determination, while the first years are simply confused. Oikawa claps his hands together. / "Let’s begin this year’s annual training camp truth or dare!” / Kunimi tries to run.’
Touch by @mysecretfanmoments; yakulev; 10k; ‘After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn’t want to kick at all. (Or, well… not often.)’
Despite the Warning Signs by @natroze; tensuga; 16k; ‘“War,” Suga says, quite cordially. “This means war.” / Or, the one where Tendou and Suga end up roommates in college and immediately engage each other in dorm room prank combat. Romantically.’
a little piece of home by spacegirlkj; oihina; 3k; ‘It’s a big step, Shouyou thinks as he stands back, wiping the paint of his hands to look at the blue room. / Their first real home, Tooru and him.’
Boatman by @surveycorpsjean; bokuto/iwaizumi; 4k; ‘Bokuto finds him, washed up, dehydrated, woven in translucent webbing. / Of course they fall in love.’
Stuck in the Middle with You by overlymetaromantic; oisuga; 15k; ‘It’s not the kind of blossoming relationship either of them would expect, but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something good.’
Phases by togekissies; oisuga; 3k; ‘i. Moon witch Sugawara meets weather witch Oikawa on the street, strikes up a friendship. / ii. Moon witch Sugawara spends longer than is necessary texting weather witch Oikawa, is judged by his cat. / iii. Moon witch Sugawara, emboldened by the full moon, asks weather witch Oikawa a silent question. Weather witch Oikawa says yes.’
Daredevil on the slope by @smokey310; bokuakakurotsukki; 124k; ‘„Seriously. What kind of supernatural being did I piss off to deserve this,“ sighed Tsukishima on their way up to the mountain. Akaashi sat next to him in the little chair lift and watched the trails of small paw prints disappear between the clusters of fir trees. The snow glittered in the sun, the air was icy fresh and everything would have been picture perfect if it wasn’t for the intruder shaking his snowboard around in the third seat. / “Are you talking about me?” asked Tanaka, whom Tsukishima was very obviously talking about. / “Do you see any other people which the devil would have sent to punish me?” / “There’s some right behind us,” said Tanaka, pointing to the following chair lift filled with an excitedly jumping Bokuto, a maniacally smiling Nishinoya and Kuroo who sat in the middle and looked like he contemplated jumping into the treetops below. / Well – he did have a point there.’
Mannequin Men by @surveycorpsjean; bokuakakurotsukki; 76k; ‘The modeling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path. / In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.’
Sunshine Cafe by shions_heart; kenhina; 2.5k; ‘In which a tired college student’s daily routine is turned upside-down by the arrival of an adorable barista with sunshine in his smile.’
Push and Pull by @aroceu; kagetsukki; 11k; ‘The one where Kageyama and Tsukishima can’t be in different rooms if they don’t want to die (or at least hurt each other), and Kageyama has feelings.’
The trick to my treat by Etstrubal; bokutsukki; 3k; ‘Tsukki is pretty much addicted to sugar, and Bokuto makes the best sweets in town.’
OUT! by @yamaguchigrin; yamaguchi/male oc; 106k; ‘JAPAN’S FIRST GAY ATHLETE COMES OUT! / Yamaguchi never expected to read THAT headline in Gay Japan News, but he about fainted when he scrolled down to the photograph. There–volleyball on his hip, naked from his Seijoh shorts upward and eyes pleading for readers to devour him–was the familiar face of Oikawa Tooru. / Oikawa? Gay? OUT?’
the lost boys by @owlinaminor; shiratorizawa genfic ft ushiten; 61k; ‘A group of boys lost everything in war only to inherit a country that no longer knows its place in the world. How do they grow up? Who do they look up to? Where do they go to find purpose? There is only one answer: they turn to each other.’
Dear Mister Ghost by phantomdieb; shiratorizawa genfic; 5k; ‘The Volleyball team of Shiratorizawa is allowed to practice at school in their autumn holidays. Everything seems alright until suddenly two of them go missing - followed by more of them. Is that the Shiratorizawa Academy’s ghost?’
senpai troubles by @owlinaminor; one-sided goshiki/all his senpai & minor ushiten; 5.5k; ‘“Um, senpai?” Tsutomu wonders. “What does gay mean?” / Shirabu stares at him for another long moment, unblinking – then leans back against the bench and tilts his face up to the ceiling. / “Nope,” he declares, to nobody in particular. “I am not dealing with this.”’
intra-team espionage by hananapeel; aone & futakuchi; 1.2k; ‘A normal end to a normal Friday night: a fuming Kamasaki, an unapologetic Futakuchi, and Aone, who is dragged along for the ride every single time.”
it’s like the hunger games, but better by safra; seijoh genfic; 3k; ‘“Just a game of paintball?” Hanamaki parrots, eyes widening as he takes another step forwards until they’re standing practically nose to nose. “Kindaichi, Kindaichi, my poor naive Kindaichi. This is more than just a game.” / Kindaichi frowns. “It…is?” / “Kindaichi,” Oikawa says sharply, shoving Hanamaki out of the way so he can grasp Kindaichi tightly by the shoulders. “This is a matter of life or death.” / “I mean, I don’t think it’s really tha—” / “Life or death,” Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi say loudly in unison.’
A Good Day by bishounen_curious; saeko & natsu; 2k; ‘For the SASO2016 Prompt: Remember when the big sis of the Karasuno team met the team’s little sis?’
second year volley squad by garbagecannot; karasuno second-years genfic; 3.5k; ‘Kino: no-one cares tanaka / Tanaka: shot through the heart and you’re to blame / Or how five high school volleyball players with only their club in common, slowly but surely, became best friends.’
Hello, Halcyon Days by tookumade; aone & hinata; 2k; ‘No matter where he walked in Sendai city, Aone was always given a wide berth. He supposed it made getting around places easier, but there was a sort of loneliness in how people gave him fearful looks and avoided him as much as they did.’
no unread messages by warfare; kageyama & kenma; 5k; ‘Kageyama also remembers that he’d failed utterly at getting to talk to him. He’d been baffled about it at the time; what kind of setter doesn’t want to talk about setting? But maybe this is the answer. Maybe Nekoma’s setter - (“Kenma,” Hinata chides frustratedly the third or fourth time he says it, “his name is Kenma") - maybe Kenma-san is just bad face-to-face. Kageyama can understand that, to some extent, although he doesn’t quite understand why that would extend to talking to him about volleyball, but fine. He can accommodate this, if that’s what it takes. He asks for Kenma’s contact information immediately. Hinata copies it into his phone with a weird, sour face, muttering, “I mean it, Kageyama, you better not be a jerk to him.” Kageyama has no idea what Hinata is insinuating, and he forgets the comment almost immediately.’
levels of investment by @skittidyne; karasuno genfic; 9k; ‘Yamaguchi was far less nervous in practice than any games, and he’d gotten far more skilled at serving in a few short months, so Tsukishima was utterly unprepared for the feeling of a volleyball slamming into the back of his head. / There was a beat of silence. / The ball had enough of an angle to bounce off his head and over to the other side of the net, landing neatly in front of a stunned Sugawara. / (( or: Ennoshita plots for the future, Suga wants to mess around and is intent on dragging everyone down to his level, Noya tries to become a spiker, Kiyoko is a good senpai, Yamaguchi cries, and Tsukishima wonders if he’s been dropped off in the Twilight Zone without his notice ))’
Hi :) I’m a German-Australian currently studying politics in Germany. I
love learning about different political environments and how different
world actors interact with each other. I daydream way too much for my
own good, and I love experiencing new places. I find it extremely
difficult to reach decisions, and often second-guess these once I have
made them. In my spare time I like to be active, I especially enjoy
tennis, volleyball and track and field, and I love watching sports too. I
am a relatively normal uni student, I love to go out and party and meet
new people and make awesome memories.
Preferences: 19 - 28
but imagine transboy!akaashi:
•everyone says he’s pretty and although it’s nice it also gives him dysphoria because pretty is often associated with feminine and girls
•bokuto seeming to unknowningly support and affirm akaashi just by being bokuto and calling him “bro” all of the time
•at matches bokuto is always in other teams faces and super serious whenever he hears any transphobic comments and not at all hyper it’s scary
•akaashi used to bind during practice and matches and one time in akaashi’ first year oikawa (the little boy is so perceptive) notices during a practice match and has a fit
•oikawa confronts him in the hallway and eventually akaashi talks about his really bad dysphoria and how being called pretty by the other teams makes him feel so he knows it’s bad but he doesn’t want to stop
•oikawa replies with “well of course you’re pretty, us trans boys are the best looking boys!! None can resist our charm!”
•since then akaashi uses compression sports bras when exercising (under the careful eye of bokuto)
•akaashi lowkey kept in touch with oikawa because another trans boy that played volleyball? And was a setter? Unheard of! (And then oikawa introduces him to the mess of trans boys that are in volleyball, and meets the queer mess of karasuno with transboy suga and no kageyama)
•akaashi and oikawa are both so smart that they get into one of the really good colleges in Tokyo
•when oikawa learns that his kouhai is at the same school they start to live together and tell each other everything
•akaashi being the positive person he is always affirms oikawa whenever oikawa has been feeling dysphoric that he is a guy (and also totally enabling oikawa in all of his crazy plans to get a boyfriend and comforting him when they don’t work)
•oikawa always knows just what to say to cheer akaashi up when he’s feeling dysphoric even if it seems like he’s just being his usual gaudy self (and akaashi pretends that he totally can’t see through it)
•bokuto comes to visit akaashi and can’t handle it because now there are two pretty setters and holy shit is he gay
Scenario on the team discovering that their "little sister" is dating one of them, namely, Sugawara, Oikawa, Kuroo and Tsukishima (separately)
Hi! I got carried away with Tsuki’s whoops. But I hope you like these!
One day, you waited for Sugawara finish his volleyball meeting about what to do about losing Seijoh’s match. You wait for him by the door and he signals for you to give him 5 minutes to pack.
“What are you doing here _____? It’s pretty late.” Asahi says as he spots you by the door.
“Waiting for Koushi-chan.” You say smiling.
Sometimes you forgot to keep it a secret. Whoops.
Asahi looks at you, surprise written on his face. “Koushi-chan?”
“Hi _____!” Suga says with blushed cheeks.
You smile at him and start to walk out the door, his hand in yours.
“______ what are you-”
“I kinda told Asahi…”
You look back and see him with his jaw open. Koushi stops walking and looks back at the team.
Slowly, each team member stops what they’re doing and stares at you both with wide eyes.
“EH?!” Tanaka and Noya shout as Daichi strides over to you two. “You better take care of her Suga or I will punch you in the face.”
Suga laughs nervously and clutches your hand.
“Suga-san! You two are dating?!” Hinata says, in awe. He nods with blushed cheeks and scratches the back of his head.
“Will you guys quit it? This is embarrassing…” He mumbles looking at the ground.
“It’s your fault for not telling us, Suga-chan.” Damn it Tsukishima.
Oikawa had you pinned against the wall ‘kabe don’ style and he smirks at you.
“Is there anything you want Oikawa?” You ask innocently.
“You know what I want _____.” He presses his lips to yours and you smile into the kiss. You move your lips against his and he slips his tongue past your mouth.
You hear a drop of a carton and push Tooru away to look at the cause of the sound.
There stood Hanamaki with his jaw open and eyes wide. Oikawa rushes to shut him up, this was supposed to be a secret.
“MATSUKAWA!” he yells as he runs towards the gym.
“Damn it Hanamaki…” Oikawa groans and you giggle at him.
You grab his hand and bring him to the gym. He complains and tries to run away. The walk to the gym consisted of various versions of “Iwa-chan will kill me ____!” or “I’m not gonna be the captain anymore!”
“Suck it up Tooru, you brought this up yourself.”
When you reach the gym and open the doors, you see the team huddled up together, as if in distress. Iwaizumi sees you and pulls up his sleeves. He walks over to you two with scrunched up eyebrows, glaring at Tooru.
“Iwa-chan I can explain-”
“You better not hurt her or else i’ll hurt you too Crappykawa.”
“So mean Iwa-chan…”
“Guys I have to say something,” Kuroo says as he smirks. He was going to tell everyone that you two were dating.
“Curious eyes stare at both of you and you blush. “______ is my girlfriend.” He says proudly.
Everyone stares at you with wide eyes, except Kenma. He just glanced from his game and went back to it. He already knew anyway.
“Really? I thought you could to better _____-chan.” Yaku says as Kuroo glares at him.
“Hey _____-chan, don’t be afraid to talk to me when you’re having problems with that guy, okay?” Lev whispers as you giggle and nod at him.
“Will you take care of her?” Yamamoto asks with squinted eyes and face close to Kuroo’s.
Yamamoto continued to throw questions to Kuroo.
“_____-chan?” Inuoka says shyly. You turn to look at him and smile. “Yes?”
“I’ll be here when you ever need ahug, okay?” His cheeks turn a slight shade of pink and you squish them between your fingers. A string of ow’s and stop’s coming out of the boy.
Kai walks over to you two and slings his arms over you and Kuroo. “If you even think of hurting her I will personally kick you in the balls, captain”
He gulps and nods at him.
He was having a bad day. Bad days for him usually meant hugs and kisses from you.
Today he just couldn’t wait for you to be alone with him.
“Tsuki? Are you alright? You’ve been missing your blocks recently…” Yamaguchi says, concerned about his tall friend.
Tsuki scoffs and walks towards you. You were talking with Kiyoko and Yachi in the corner of the gym and he just couldn’t take it anymore.
Yachi looks at Tsukishima, now not listening to your conversation. You turn to look at what she was looking at and you were met by arms wrapping around your waist and a head buried in the crook of your neck.
You gasp as you felt yourself fall a little bit, obviously taken aback. He holds you in place.
The gym was dead silent. Everyone stared at Tsuki, the same Tsukishima that smirked when someone got hit in the face, the one who teased the hell out of everybody.
Hinata misses his spike, Kageyama gets hit in the face by the ball he was setting. Yamaguchi and Tanaka had their mouths open, Nishinoya stopped climbing Asahi. Ennoshita stops talking to Daichi who was also staring with wide eyes.
“Tsuki? What happened? Everyone’s staring…” You whisper as you look around the gym.
He curses and hides his red face in your hair.
“What are you staring at? Go back to practice.” Kiyoko says. You look at her thankfully. She smiles at you and nods.
Um, I would ADORE a random tumlr short of them as cousins, provided you were up for writing it. That would be AMAZING. (And, haha, I always imagined Tobio would be like Ritsu, with some psychic potential locked up that would only show itself after extreme emotional stress, but UNLIKE my boy Ritsu, Tobio doesn’t ever want powers because they might interfere with his Volleyball, which is The Most Important Thing. Though secretly!psychic Tobio WOULD be equally amazing).
Kageyama had first
mentioned that his cousin was psychic as an off-hand sort of statement that
various members of the volleyball club (Tsukishima, primarily, with Yamaguchi
snickering at the sidelines and the Third Years rolling their eyes) proceeded
to mercilessly mock him for a good hour.
“He is!” Kageyama
insists. “He can do all kinds of stuff!”
“Who knew the King of
the Court was such a gullible baby?” Tsukishima says.
“Whoa, whoa, like, what
kind of stuff?” Hinata asks. “Can he bend spoons with his mind? Or float
“Yeah, he can do all
those things,” Kageyama says.
“That is so
cool!” Hinata exclaims.
“He’s teasing, Hinata,”
Hinata looks betrayed at
his boyfriend, who declares, “I am not! Shigeo really can do all those things!
I’ve seen it!”
“Oh man, that’s some
serious stuff, Kageyama,” Tanaka says, “You shouldn’t joke around about things
“Psychics aren’t real,”
Sugawara says patiently.
“Yes, they are! And I’m
not joking!” Kageyama says. “Stop laughing, Tsukishima!”
Yachi doesn’t say
anything through the whole exchange. She doesn’t really believe in psychics but
she’d like to think it was true. Mostly, she can’t help but think that
Kageyama Tobio is not the kind of person who would pull an extended joke like
this; he’s not someone who would say, “My cousin is psychic,” without actually
believing it to be true.
But, she has to admit,
it wouldn’t be completely impossible for Kageyama to be easily tricked.
He wasn’t exactly the most discerning of people, when it came to anything other
Kageyama’s cousins changes everything. They come to practice one day,
apparently visiting Kageyama’s family, and Tsukishima starts the whole thing by
saying, “Are you the psychic cousin?”
“Shigeo is,” Kageyama
says, pointing to the young man who resembles a slightly nerdier, softer,
plainer, non-descript version of Kageyama.
“Ritsu is as well,” the
boy says, looking at his younger brother proudly.
“Oh, you developed
powers too, Ritsu? Good for you,” Kageyama says, off-hand.
“Thanks,” Ritsu says
dryly, perhaps not appreciating the casual way Kageyama said that.
psychic?” Daichi says skeptically.
“Prove it,” Tsukishima
The two brothers just
look at each other and shrug.
And then they proceed to
“Holy crap! Holy crap, Kageyama!
Can you do that?” Hinata demands.
“What? No, of course
not,” Kageyama says.
need to,” Shigeo says, the pride in his voice no less noticeable than when he
talked about his younger brother. “Tobio-nii-san is an incredibly talented
“Although there’s no
reason to assume he can’t,” Ritsu says, speculatively. “It seems to run in the
family. Have you ever tried, Tobio-nii-san?”
“Why would I?” Kageyama
“You could have superpowers!”
Yachi exclaims, wanting to shake the boy. “If you had superpowers
wouldn’t you want to know?”
“I don’t see how it’d
help me play volleyball,” Kageyama replies.
“Hmm, hmm, true,” Hinata
says, nodding his head thoughtfully, “You might even get disqualified from
playing, if you did.”
“And Tobio-nii-san is
amazing,” Shigeo continues to put forth. “He has muscles and athleticism.”
Yachi, who has neither
athleticism or psychic abilities, can’t help but feel like a Kageyama family
reunions must be a terrifying event to behold.
A/N: Hahaha, alright friend,
anon-friend, here you are! @thefancytomato was also enthusiastic about this
crossover (and so was I) so thanks!! I tried to go with both suggestions, since
I like the idea of Kageyama not being psychic but MAYBE HE COULD BE.
When they first got to high school and meet their volleyball senpai Yamaguchi saw how pretty Suga is and had a huge urge to bite him. Tsukki noticed and tried to help contain Yama so he didn't get kicked off for biting. Sometime in their second week Tsukki wasn't around and Yama lost control and bit Suga. Then got super scared and felt bad for biting him and apologized a lot trying to explain why he bites. Then Suga felt super honored that it was an affection thing.
Yama sees this pretty, nice person and he is just…so compelled to nip at his neck and nuzzle his chest because even though they’ve just met he feels totally and completely safe with him. Tsukishima knows what happens when he’s comfortable with someone and suffers the biting in place of Suga. However, one day Tsukishima is helping out Kiyoko and he’s alone with Suga. And Suga is talking, and suddenly he’s laughing, and his neck is exposed and one second Yama is struggling to pay attention and the next he’s latched himself onto Suga’s neck, biting lightly and licking, but…Then he realizes he’s done it and freaks out. He immediately apologizing, and he. He runs.
Suga and the rest of the team are confused, and when Tsukishima comes back to find Yama is gone and Suga has a slight reddening bite mark on his neck. Shit. The others approach him, asking him about Yamaguchi, and he has to explain Yamaguchi’s childhood in like five seconds before he rushes out to find him, hoping he hasn’t gone off to his parents.
He finds him having a panic attack behind the school building and has to calm him down. However, they’re both worried about the team because Tsukishima left before he could gauge their reactions, and they don’t want to go back but they have to. So once Yama has calmed down, they make their way back to the gym, completely ready to be condemned.
So when they show up to the gym, they’re bombarded with questions, and they have to explain. Everything. And once Yama explains that his biting is for affection, Suga is very flattered. Hinata, Tanaka, and Noya are immediately asking for him to bite them. Tsukishima, jealous, guides Yama off saying that he’s had an exciting day and needs to calm down.
Later, when they’re alone, Yama nuzzles into him and Tsukishima holds him tight, mumbling that he’s a good boy, and that he’s glad the others were accepting but maybe not bite the others because maybe it made him a little jealous when the others were demanding a bite. Yama turns bright red.
Matsukawa must’ve been like really, really shy when he was a kid. Like he’s one of the quiet kids that no one really notices, he doesn’t say much or anything at all unless he’s told or asked something.
He shows up to his first day in grade school, and this poor child can’t say a thing without flubbering his words and shutting himself up. He had friends, but he felt so out of place because his friends would have a lot to talk about, and he feels terrible because he can only respond with “mhm” or “mm mm”, just little sounds. He doesn’t really open his mouth.
Middle school was worse. He’s at that age where he feels like anything he does is completely awkward, and almost everything just makes him feel so self conscious. He feels like he needs to run past a group of other students in case they decide to try and talk to him. Or worse, bully him. (He knows they wouldn’t do it, but he’s really paranoid ok)
Enter high school. This guy did not say a single word for a month. When he joined the volleyball club he realized he’d have to talk and communicate with his teammates. It was really hard at first. He meets Oikawa and this guy just. Talks. And talks. And talks. And Mattsun feels like he might be forced to talk but Iwa saves him from Oikawa and his motor mouth. They talk a little, and Iwa seems to appreciate how quiet he is, it’s like a break from Oikawa’s constant banter.
He finally gets his confidence when he meets Makki. They meet during volleyball practice when the team assigned partners to practice spiking and blocking. Makki tries to talk to him while Mattsun is trying his best to respond but he’s always had a hard time with new people. Makki tries a different approach and decides to make jokes, and its probably the first time anyone had ever heard Mattsun laugh. And he tries to tell a joke too, but it just comes out so badly and he’s terrified of getting laughed at. Makki laughs and Mattsun just.. shuts down. Until Makki tells him that its okay if he doesn’t have much to say.
All four of them hang out at lunch every day. After weeks of doing that, plus volleyball practice and walking home from school, Mattsun has finally come out of his shell. He can finally talk with his friends, start conversations and make jokes without making it feel awkward. They’re all really proud of him.
AN: Happy Holidays, everyone! As a thank you for 50+ followers, I wanted to write Christmas scenarios of you under the mistletoe with our favorite Karasuno boys. They, uh, turned out to be quite long…. Daichi will be shown first and the rest of the boys will be under the cut. I hope you all enjoy!
DAICHI: School had been out for winter break for about a week now, and that meant that volleyball practice had been on hiatus due to the holiday season. It was quite relaxing for everyone, really, but the team had missed each other so much that Coach Ukai agreed to hold a small holiday get-together before everyone left on vacation (thanks to Takeda-sensei’s begging).
As one of the older managers, you helped Kiyoko and Hitoka decorate Coach Ukai’s home with tinsel, candy canes, and per Hitoka’s request, mistletoe.
“_____-chan, you know it won’t be Christmas without mistletoe!” Hitoka beamed, shoving the plastic plant to your chest.
You pouted. “What if you and Yamaguchi fell under the mistletoe!? Will you really kiss him?”
“_-____-chan!! You don’t have to actually kiss under the mistletoe!! T-that’s just tradition!!” her cheeks burned a bright red.
Knowing the boys, you knew that if you, Kiyoko, or Hitoka fell under the mistletoe with them, they would probably attempt to kiss either of you, without any hesitation at all. But you only wanted to kiss one person, and one person only.
The whole team had finally arrived around dinner time. Sugawara was the only one dressed appropriately with an ugly sweater. But your attention was focused on Daichi the entire night. He looked so good in green….
Your relationship with Daichi would not have existed without the volleyball team. You didn’t meet him until you and Kiyoko joined as managers, and you were so thankful for that. You fell for Daichi almost as soon as you met him. He was friendly, reliable, smart, and so much more. He was simply amazing.
You were chatting with Sugawara about his sweater when Daichi approached you two.
“Thank you for planning all of this, _____-san,” he smiled. Boy, did you love that smile.
“It wasn’t all me,” you messed with the hem of your sweater. “Kiyoko and Hitoka-chan helped, too.” You noticed that the his mug that was once filled with hot chocolate was empty. “Do you want more hot chocolate?”
Daichi gave you his signature smile that made your cheeks flush. “I’d like that.”
You grabbed his mug and he followed you into the kitchen.
“_____-san,” he said. You turned to look at him with curious eyes. God, you were so cute. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Of course. What do you need?”
“Can you look up?”
Confused, you looked up and your eyes widened. You saw one of the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Had you hung that there earlier…?
“M-mistletoe,” you stuttered.
“You know what people do under the mistletoe, right?” Daichi teased.
“Of course I do!”
“Then can I kiss you?”
You felt your face burn as hot as the stove. Had Sawamura Daichi really asked you to kiss him under the mistletoe? How could you decline?
Instead of answering verbally, you leaned into him slowly. He cupped your face with his hands and kissed you. His lips were so soft and boy, did he know how to kiss. You could feel every emotion he felt fo you. You felt like you were melting into him.
First I need to make an explanation for why these two are important to me. It’s not just that they’re so intriguing and their friendship seems to make so little sense. There’s something else going on here.
One thing I love about Haikyuu is the realism, not just in the way sports are displayed but also in the development of all of the characters. They all have depth. None of them are one-note cliches. Sure, when you’re first introduced to them the characters all have a surface that makes them easy to grab onto—Hinata is hyper and energetic, Kageyama is intense and difficult to get along with, Tanaka is a brash, loud jock, Tsukishima is a mean jerk with an acid tongue, and Yamaguchi is his faithful sidekick who laughs at all his jokes and doesn’t have much presence without him.
But as you watch the show and read the manga, you begin to see other facets of these characters. They all have strengths and weaknesses, backstories and goals. Hinata is hyper and energetic, yes, but he’s also ambitious and has moments of incredible intensity, he can be almost paralyzed by anxiety, he’s easily intimidated, and he sometimes doubts his own abilities. Kageyama can be a jerk, but he’s also terrible in social situations and cannot express his thoughts and feelings in an acceptable manner, he fails academically even though he’s intelligent, and since coming to Karasuno he’s been trying very hard to change and get better at relating with people. Tanaka is brash and loud, but he’s also skilled and mentally tough, caring and protective of his teammates, and more prone to humor than violence despite all the threats he likes to make.
is five years old when he meets his first friend.
messy black hair, a really chubby
face, and caterpillars for eyebrows.
sure he told him so, and the boy looked affronted until he looked at Takahiro
and saw his eyebrows. Or lack thereof.
wonder you want to be friends with me,” the boy told him. “You’re trying to
take some of mine, aren’t you?”
why would I want caterpillars on my face?”
just jealous,” the boy snickers. He grabs Takahiro’s hand and pumps it enthusiastically,
telling him, “I’m Issei. What’s your name?”
He pulls his arm away and shakes feeling back into it, scowling at his new
friend. “Why’d you shake my arm like that for?”
shrugs. “Tou-san does it with some of his work friends sometimes. I thought it
supposed to bow in greeting to
everything together, school and homework and play, and Takahiro wonders why he
never made friends before. Having a friend is fun.
frowns a little every time he says he’s going out to play with Issei, but she
doesn’t complain. She does ask him to have Issei over, but the other boy always
makes excuses not to go.
wonders why, but that’s put out of mind the moment they start playing.
wishes time would last forever, because Issei is the bestest friend ever, and he doesn’t want to stop playing.
year he enters middle school, Issei disappears.
never found out where he moved to.
really move though? Why didn’t he tell Takahiro? How could he just disappear?)
sad for a long time, and wrote him long letters that he never sends, because where would he send it to?
letters go in a box under his bed, getting fuller and fuller until one day, he
stops writing them.
misses him, sometimes, but then he dreams, and remembers.
is twelve when he meets Oikawa.
shy and quiet, and keeps playing with his hair nervously. Even after Hanamaki
makes him laugh a few times, his hands don’t stop fidgeting, and finally, he is
curious enough to ask why.
to play,” he whispers. He lifts his eyes to meet Hanamaki’s, fingers curling
and uncurling. “But Iwa-chan moved away and now no one will play with me.”
shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t ask, but Oikawa looks so sad and vulnerable–
do you want to play?”
takes a small, shaky breath. “Have you heard of volleyball?”
hasn’t, but he’s curious, and when he prods Oikawa for answers, the boy’s eyes
light up and the words start pouring out.
half regrets letting him talk now.
then there are setters, and they push the ball up, high up for the spikers to
hit them! Iwa-chan–” His words falter, and Hanamaki looks at him curiously, but
he presses on, voice only a little muffled, “Iwa-chan was a spiker. But now
he’s gone, and no one will hit my tosses anymore.”
shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, but he doesn’t want to see his new friend sad.
could hit your uh, tosses?”
perks up, eyes bright. “Would you?”
mean I guess I could, but I don’t
really know how to play–”
teach you.” Oikawa tells him firmly. “You’ll never be like Iwa-chan, because no one can be like Iwa-chan, but I’ll
teach you, and we’ll be the best in Japan!”
is a bit taken aback.
(Okay, a lot.)
you aim for something a little easier?”
“That is easy.” Oikawa cocks his head at him.
“We’ll practice lots, and we’ll be the best there is.”
grins suddenly, grabbing his hand and twining their pinkies together. “I
promise we’ll make it to the top together.”
should answer to that promise, but his mind is latched on to something else.
face falls, and his fingers tighten. “He broke our promise, so he doesn’t
breath, a hardening of his eyes.
making a new promise with you, Makki, so just accept me, okay?”
Hanamaki wonders why he accepts his defeat so easily.
don’t make it to the top.
their first year, or their second, or their third.
time they part for high school, they don’t really talk anymore.
is sixteen when he joins the volleyball team, and meets Iwaizumi.
short, but hits a mean spike, quick and powerful.
decides he likes him.
their first practice, he approaches him, but it is he who speaks first.
you played with someone called Oikawa before?”
startles, because how did he know?
laughs at his shock. “We used to play together. Your play style reminds me of
how I’d hit his tosses. They were so easy to hit.”
are.” He shocks himself by speaking up. “He was the one who taught me
looks amused. “Funny, he did that to me too. Does he still give people weird
think they’re cute.”
thinks he must be, with the next words that fall out of his mouth.
“Well, Iwa-chan, that’s your loss.”
face distorts into one of horror, and promptly throws a volleyball at him. Hanamaki
catches it with ease, smiling to himself at the answered question.
not hard to be his friend after that.
wonders if he’ll be able to keep this one friend.
Third time’s the charm, right?
friends, but not close outside of the court, and by the time they graduate and
Hanamaki chooses a university far, far away, they don’t speak anymore.
wonders what it is about himself that makes him keep losing friends.
is a bore most days, but his roommate is quiet and nice, and though his words
are too harsh sometimes, he knows he doesn’t mean to be malicious.
please. I’m trying to be cordial here.”
do not see the issue. Why do you not talk to your classmates if you want to
befriend them?” His face is as impassive as ever, though his brows are slightly
furrowed in confusion.
hesitates. “I– I’m not good at making friends.”
are on good terms with your classmates.”
on good terms does not mean they are friends!” He takes a deep breath, exhales
it slowly. “I haven’t had a single friend stick with me for long. Issei,
Oikawa, Iwaizumi – they’re all gone.”
frown deepens a little. “I do not recognise any of those names.”
I wouldn’t expect you to,” he tells him archly. “Oikawa’s a pretty good setter
though, surely you’ve played against him before?”
gives him a weird look. “I do not recall facing an Oikawa on court before.”
Hanamaki’s getting mad, because fine,
even if he had lost contact with Oikawa years before, he’s still an awesome
setter and he respects his skill and dedication. “Come on, Ushijima, you’re not
have truly never faced Oikawa on court before. I remember strong opponents. I
was in Shiratorizawa,” Ushijima reminds, as though Hanamaki could forget that
know, geez! Alright, here, why don’t I google him for you, and we’ll see if it
rings any bells.”
grabs his laptop, and Ushijima seats himself on the bed next to him, patiently
waiting as Hanamaki throws Oikawa’s name into the search browser.
scans the search results, puzzled when he sees nothing. That’s odd.
tries again, this time with the added word of volleyball, and the search churns out results with a name now, but
with nothing he expects.
gapes, while Ushijima peers over his shoulder and makes a mild sound of
surprise. “Oh. Oikawa.”
moves Hanamaki’s limp hand away, and clicks
on the first result.
stares, eyes reading, but not comprehending what he sees.
Promising Teen Severely Injured In Match
Oikawa Tooru (captain, setter) of Kitagawa
Daiichi was taken out of the third match of the preliminary matches today,
after collapsing on the court. Paramedics were called to the scene, and while
it is unconfirmed what injury he has sustained, it is apparent that he will not
be continuing the rest of the season.
UPDATE: Oikawa’s right knee appears to have
been dislocated, and all supporting ligaments are torn. His overall condition
seems to be poor, and it is unknown if he will recover.
sighs, breaking him from his stupor. “I remember him now. He was a good setter.
If he had taken care of himself better, he would have been a good asset to
whirls on him and snaps, “It’s not all about Shiratorizawa! Oikawa was injured,
and I didn’t know?” His voice breaks towards the end, and he looks at his
screen woefully. “How did I not know?”
were on the team with him?”
there should be a picture somewhere.”
wants to scream at him but then his words register. “You’re right.”
trawl through the internet, finally finding one of Kitagawa Daiichi when Oikawa
was still on the team. Hanamaki scans it eagerly, but while Oikawa is there, he
doesn’t see himself in the picture.
not in the picture.”
noticed, thanks, Ushijima.”
you were absent on that day?”
I’m never absent, I never miss practice.” The words ring hollowly in the room,
leaving a sour taste in his mouth.
where is he in the picture?
doesn’t realise he’s trembling until Ushijima puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Hanamaki, perhaps you were imagining it. There is no evidence of you being on
the volleyball team.”
that’s not possible. I have to be. I was. I know
I was. I was on the team in high school too.”
we should search for your high school team?”
is already there, Aoba Jousai Volleyball
Club typed into the search bar and pictures pulled up. But as he scans each
picture, he still doesn’t find himself, still doesn’t spot the pink tinge of
his hair in any photo.
do you recall any teammates from your time at high school?”
makes a surprised sound. “I know him. He is a strong player.”
But where am I in this photo?!”
aren’t.” Ushijima says, prying his hands off the laptop and shutting its cover
with a click. “Would you come with me
for a moment?”
where? For what?”
isn’t panicking, no, he isn’t. So his breathing is a little fast, but he can
slow it down – in, one two three, out, one two three, in–
gym. Shall we practice some drills?”
okay, volleyball sounds like a good idea right now.
up and follows Ushijima.
is curiously empty when they get there, and Hanamaki realises he forgot his
volleyball shoes. Ushijima waves it off, setting his phone and water bottle on
the bench. “We will not be here for long. If it is alright with you, I asked a
friend of mine to come along.”
regards him for a second, then shakes his head. “You would not know him. But he
is a setter and can help us with spiking drills.”
nods, and they begin their drills.
the tenth ball that he has failed to receive, Hanamaki’s nails dig into his
palms in frustration. Surely it hadn’t been that long since he last played?
regards him carefully, then tosses him the ball.
pretends he didn’t fumble as he caught it.)
for the intrusion.”
turns to see a light-haired guy (with dyed tips?) finish putting on his shoes
and walk over to them. He greets Ushijima softly, then raises his hand in a
half-wave. “Nice to meet you. I’m Semi.”
nods. “I’ll set for you guys in a minute, let me get warmed up.”
leaves to run laps, and Ushijima gestures for Hanamaki to throw the ball.
receives it perfectly, and Hanamaki can almost return the ball this time.
time Semi returns, he can receive the balls decently if they fall near him, but
anything too far off and he scrambles to get it. Hanamaki takes a short break, cursing
to himself as he drinks. He still can’t fathom why his skills are suddenly so
gets to spike first, the ball set in a perfectly high arc that gives him ample
time to jump. Their lone ball rolls to a stop by Hanamaki’s feet when Ushijima
passes it back to him, and Semi eyes him expectantly as he tosses the ball
and jumps, but the ball flies over his head.
jumped too early.”
know,” he grits out, retrieving the ball and moving back to the court. “One
jumps too close to the net the second time. His fingers scrape past the ball on
the third. He touches the ball on the fourth, but it hits the net.
fingernails would be drawing blood by now, if only they weren’t so short.
Ushijima and Semi speaking in low tones as he retrieves the ball, and sincerely
hopes they aren’t judging him too badly for suddenly being a complete amateur.
time he returns, Semi looks grim, and even stoic Ushijima looks a little
discomfited. Hanamaki stops and frowns at them. “What?”
sighs. “Hanamaki-san. You say you started playing volleyball in middle school,
as it stands, your skills are on par with someone who just started playing volleyball.” The setter’s eyes are confused,
his mouth set in a deep frown. “Neither Wakatoshi nor I remember seeing you on
any court at all. We have also played Aoba Jousai multiple times for us to know
if you were on the team. Are you certain you have been playing volleyball for
course!” Hanamaki insists. Of course.
remembers everything – the hectic practices, the feel of receiving a ball, the
satisfying heft of the ball in his hand right before he smashes it. He remembers
the sweat dripping down, the squeak of shoes on the wood floor, the faces of
his teammates after they lost.
longer he looks at Ushijima’s mildly worried face and Semi’s frustrated one,
the further the memories go from him, fading and slipping through his fingers
But… Weren’t they real?
Oikawa and Iwaizumi were real. They are real. It happened. All of it had to have happened.
begins to form, little tendrils weaving themselves together.
They’ll remember me. They should remember
turns away and picks up his phone, scrolling through his contacts. He hears a
frustrated conversation behind him, but ignores it, fingers growing panicked as
he doesn’t find the names he’s looking for.
Iwaizumi? Oikawa? No, no, no. Not it, not
it, not it.
Where are their names?
is held out to him, a call already in progress. He looks up, connecting the
phone to the face.
sighs and presses the phone to his ear. “Speak to him.”
hesitantly places his hand over Ushijima’s to steady the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello? Who am I speaking to?”
That’s his voice, right? It is? It’s Iwaizumi?
“I think that’s my name, not yours. Who are you?”
Hanamaki.” Don’t you remember me?
“Sorry, Hanamaki-san, why are you looking
for me? I don’t recall ever meeting you before?”
feels Ushijima’s fingers tighten, and realise his hand has grown limp. He adjusts
his grip, fingers squeezing the other’s desperately. “We were on the volleyball
“I don’t think so? I’m very sorry,
Hanamaki-san. I wish I could help, but I have really never met you before.”
“That’s all right. I’m sorry I couldn’t
help. I hope you’ll have a good day.”
clicks off, and Hanamaki peels his hand and face away, panic tearing through
He doesn’t remember me? But we spoke, I
know we have, I have talked to him before…
we should ask his parents about this?”
There’s nothing wrong with me.
realises he’s in a ball on the floor, curled up and panting into his hands.
There’s light murmuring above him, but he pays it no mind, not until there’s a
hand on his back and his phone in front of him.
His voice is a croak – but why? He hasn’t been screaming, he hasn’t been crying
– oh, is he crying?
“Takahiro,” she sighs. “What have you gotten into now?”
didn’t do anything!” He protests, but then bites on his lip, because what if
that had been it? That he hadn’t done anything?
Semi begins – Hanamaki wonders why he’s still here, it’s not his problem, after
all – “Does, um, Hanamaki-kun have any medical conditions?”
“No?” She sounds confused, and Hanamaki breathes
a sigh of relief. “Is he panicking or
seems to recall untrue memories,” Ushijima puts in. “It is very confusing for
a long silence, before Hanamaki’s mother sighs deeply. “Oh. Yes. I recall that.”
it be too much to pry? Hanamaki-kun isn’t exactly, uh, responsive, and we want
to help him.”
I’m right here, is what he wants to say, but he doesn’t,
his mouth is glued shut and his memories are vivid leaves falling away in an
him? He doesn’t need help. He’s fine. Just fine.)
“No, no. It’s fine. Takahiro just isn’t
good at making friends, so he makes up his own friendships. I’m surprised to
have real people talking to me over the phone. It’s definitely a first.”
no no no no.
friendship with Issei and Oikawa and Iwaizumi had been real – they’d talked and laughed and played together–
Um, who are you?
You’re weird, go
backs, noses scrunched up in disgust, figures getting smaller as they walk
Eep, it’s the
slapping and punching, bodies slamming into him before running away.
No one will ever
be your friend!
Go away and leave
Takahiro, did you
make any friends today?
head hung, a deep blush on his cheeks. A shake for no.
a hand tousling his hair.
his fists clenched as he follows her.
next day, the same.
Did you make any
shake, a hand running through his hair, a barely concealed look of
after day after day.
She looks so tired of asking.
Takahiro, did you
make any friends today?
a falsehood, a bitter curl of his tongue.
His name is Issei.
shining memories, glistening and dripping like snow. Too bright, too vivid,
around the neighbourhood with Issei.
on InterHigh with Iwaizumi.
melt away as soon as he touches them – fragile, brittle, but strangely caustic
for something that shouldn’t exist.
thinks he feels someone shaking him, thinks he hears a voice – but the world is
is so dark in comparison to those bright, shining, stardrops.
- You better have a really good excuse for waking me up this early in the morning/ making me miss my favourite show.
‘What d’you want,’ came the annoyed voice across the line.
Astrid bit her lip, feeling so uncharacteristically vulnerable that her eyes watered. She was so glad that he’d picked up, so glad she was away from anyone other than him who could see her this way.
‘Please don’t hang up, I really need your help,’ she begged. She heard rustling, a groan.
‘Gods, it’s 2.30am. Astrid, what’s wrong?’
They were fighting; they had been for the past two weeks. She’d never missed anyone so much in her entire life. Hiccup had been her best friend since they were eleven, and she had messed up so bad. But she was in so much trouble, she was almost scared, and he was the only one she knew whom she trusted.
‘I’m in … I don’t really know where I am. Is the GPS giving you a signal?’
‘Don’t know where you are? Thor, Astrid… give me a moment…’ He fiddled with his phone, and she prayed the buddy-app system he’d invented and installed on their phones worked. ‘Yeah, I’ve got you,’ he said, and relief flooded her chest like fresh water. ‘What the heck are you doing in Nadder Woods?’
‘Ruff dragged me here, said there was something she needed a friend to be at … turns out she wanted to pick up this guy. Picked him up and then left me here… Hiccup, I’m … I’m really scared.’
‘Hang on, I’ll be there in twenty.’
More relief brought actual tears to her eyes.
‘Where are you? Still inside?’
‘I don’t … you’ll have to follow the app. I dashed out into the woods as soon as I realised that Ruff’d just driven off without me. It’s this off-road pub, off the M16 where the Nadder Woods start… it was full of guys - men- and not the kind I’m used to dealing with.’
‘Hang on.’ His voice had gained an echo, and she jolted when she heard his car door closing. He’d already left to get her. ‘Keep talking, OK? I’ve got you.’ Toothless’s bark went off in the background, and Astrid slunk down against the tree trunk, tears coming down more freely now as she felt safe even before he got there.
It took him fifteen minutes to get to her, during which time he kept talking her down from her panic and discussing whether or not they should tell Ruff’s mother exactly what crowd her daughter was frequenting. Two headlights came down the path slowly, then, and Hiccup’s Jeep followed, Toothless giving a bark through the window as he smelt her and jumped out.
‘Get on,’ Hiccup told her quietly when the wolf dog led her back into the four-wheeler, before Hiccup turned his body, dressed in pjs and a jacket, threw a hand over her seat and reversed out of the path, the large car unable to make the turn.
In contrast with his trip here, their journey back home was silent. Astrid had so many things to tell him that she kept opening her mouth to say all of them, and nothing came out. He was so grown up now, almost eighteen and with a long neck and strong jaw and sharp, sharp eyes. Looking at him from across the car where she leaned on her door, moonlight and lamplight alternating on his skin, it felt almost as if she was sitting an ocean away.
He stopped in front of her house, shutting off the engine. Astrid felt dread pool in the pit of her stomach at the prospect of leaving the car and not talking to him again for any length of time.
‘Can we go to yours?’ she asked quietly. Toothless’ head was in her lap, where he’d squeezed between the seats, and his warmth gave her some strength to talk.
But Hiccup clenched his jaw and his grip on the steering wheel went white-knuckled.
‘I don’t think that’s a good idea,’ he said quietly, and she really had to hold onto the tears this time. She’d never cried, not even when her beloved Uncle died… but between two weeks of worry and pain, and tonight’s experience, she was rubbed raw and bloody.
‘Hiccup, I didn’t…’ she paused to swallow a sob, but it was too late. Tears had burst the lip of eyes and she tried to rub them off quickly. Toothless tried to help with his tongue and she buried her face in his fur as he whined. Hiccup started his car up again. ‘Wait!’ she said, panic rising again. Her emotions were in complete turmoil, and when their eyes crossed, after two long weeks, her words almost dried out. ‘You shouldn’t. If you don’t want to, if you- I’ll get out,’ she said, looking away and turning to the door, fumbling for handle as her tears kept blinding her.
‘Why did you do it?’ Hiccup asked, shutting the engine off again.
‘I-I …’ Toothless squeezed more of his massive body between the front seats, blanketing her in black fur and warmth and doggy smell. She grabbed onto the shaggy fur and hugged, leeching off the offered comfort. The other side of the car still looked oceans away.
She’d messed up, so bad. Things had been changing between them. She’d felt it, he’d felt it. She’d been so sure of it. Before she knew it she was kissing him after he’d taken her home from a study session. She’d thought it was a sealed deal.
Then he avoided her for a week. She’d been heartbroken, so utterly, utterly sure that she’d completely ruined their beautiful friendship over something that was only in her head. When last week he’d asked her to prom, he’d looked so uncomfortable, so upset about having to do it, that she’d said no and rushed away. Later, she’d found out in the locker room before their volleyball meet that the whole school had heard, and Scott had made it a point to mention it every time they met.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, quietly, into Toothless’ fur. ‘I like you, I thought you did too. I was stupid and I ruined everything. Sorry.’
‘You like me,’ he said evenly. She just nodded, not quite trusting her voice, and not wanting to look up at him either. He’d changed so much since they were little, while Astrid felt she’d stayed mostly the same. Same hair, same face, if a little wider. She barely even had any boobs. She’d always been so self-assured, so secure in herself, that she didn’t know how to do this new her, where she looked in the mirror and did not know how to behave or feel, but didn’t like what looked back at her.
‘Then … why did you say no to prom?’ he asked, his voice low.
‘I know you, Hiccup,’ she answered quietly after a moment. ‘You’re kind. You were only doing it to be nice. You shouldn’t … I didn’t want you to do that. You deserve … better.’ She bit her tongue to keep from sobbing again. The idea that she wasn’t good enough for her best friend hurt more than she dared to think.
‘I didn’t. I really wanted to go to prom with you.’
The car was quiet. After a few seconds, Astrid dared to look up. Hiccup was looking at his hands, fiddling with his nails as he always did when he was nervous. She’d been picking up his mannerisms around her, and those were what had led her to give him that stupid, stupid kiss.
‘Hiccup, don’t lie,’ she said, looking at her lap again.
‘I’m not lying,’ he said, and there was anger and frustration there. Without meaning too, the turmoil in her chest answered in kind.
‘Then why did you avoid me like the plague after I kissed you!’ she snapped back, and then she hid her face in Toothless’ fur. The dog was panting in agitation, obviously upset that they were upset.
‘I freaked out, ok?’ His tone was panicky and shaky. She looked up to find him running both his hands through his hair. ‘I didn’t … do anything when you kissed me and I thought I messed up because you never came to talk to me after anyway. I thought you’d made a mistake or ….’ He bit his lip. ‘Scott said it was a joke.’
‘What?!’ she gasped, sitting up straight. ‘How did.. we were alone! … We were alone, right?’
‘Yeah, yeah I think so. Just … I was really dumb. After you said no … he sort of lit into me like he used to when we were younger, you know? I got so annoyed at one point… He kept asking how I thought it was a good idea to ask you to prom and I just … I told him you kissed me.’ He winced. ‘Sorry.’
‘…I don’t mind, ‘ she replied. ‘I did kiss you.’
‘Yeah, just, at the time I didn’t know you didn’t mind. I shouldn’t have … and then he and Ted started laughing. And Scott said you lost a bet and they made you do it…’
‘I didn’t lose a bet!’ Her tears had all but dried up as she kept imagining all the horrors she was going to put Snotlout through when she saw him again. They’d need a gurney to get him out of school.
‘Should have known,’ Hiccup muttered, looking sheepish. ‘He said you’d have kissed him if you won.’
Astrid’s eye twitched. She looked down at Toothless’ head in her lap, anger mounting as she debated the pros and cons of getting a suspension from school for beating the snot out of one of her fellow students.
‘May I kiss you?’ he asked, out of nowhere. Astrid started, looking up at him in surprise. He looked back at her, green eyes nearly glowing in the half-light of her street. She stared for too long, because he cringed. ‘Sorry, it was stupid- I mean, of course after all this mess, it’s different now.’
‘No, it’s not different,’ she said quickly. She sat up straighter, lightly pushing Toothless away. The car’s driver seat still looked so far away, but if he was the one crossing the bridge… ‘I’d really like it. If you kissed me.’
They looked at one another for a moment, before he moved in, leaning on her seat back to come close. He seemed to hesitate for a moment when he was only inches away, and she closed her eyes. Both because she wanted him to know she was waiting, and because she didn’t want to see his face if he backed off.
Lips touched her, softly. They were there for nearly a moment before retreating. She waited an extra moment, then opened her heavy eyes slowly to find him inches away, their breath mingling. It was instinct that had her smiling at him, and when he smiled back, she moved forward slightly before pausing. He closed the gap again, and then she got the courage to hold onto the back of his neck with one hand, the other fisting in Toothless’ fur. When his lips pressed against her harder, she dared to let her fingers into his hair, thrilling at finally doing what she’d been dreaming for months.
They broke apart, but Hiccup stayed close again. One of his hands hesitate for a moment before it came up to caress her cheek, and she could feel the blush spreading across her face, violent and hot. Her lips still tingled, and she could still feel his there as if he’d never moved. She was dying to lick her lips and see what he tasted like.
‘So … is it still no to prom, or…’ he faltered. He was awkward and blushing and shy. He was Hiccup. She leaned in and kissed him again briefly.
‘I’d like to go with you,’ she said. ‘Very much.’ Then when he smiled crookedly at her, still shy, still awkward, she got the courage to ask; ‘Are- are we dating?’
He blinked at her, and he moved away slightly to look at her squarely, biting at his lip. He was cheating, she thought frantically; now he knew what she tasted like.
‘Do you want to?’ he asked. Then he winced. ‘Yeah, yeah, I mean, I want to take you on a date.’
‘I want to take you on a date too,’ she mumbled, looking at his tooth gnaw at his lip. He must have noticed, because he kissed her again, and something inside her settled when she realised they were in tune again, that they were on the same page.
‘Prom’s still a month away,’ he mumbled when they broke apart again. ‘….So, next Friday?’
‘Hmm,’ she agreed, nodding. He gave her a wide smile, and after a moment, Toothless broke the quiet in the car by licking both of their chins. it was so liberating to laugh, and laugh together, again.
‘I’ll walk you to the door,’ he said, and he was out of the car and opening her door before she could protest. She passed her hand through his arm courageously as he walked her up the drive, and then he stopped and kissed her again, waiting on her step until she’d closed the door behind her with a promise to drop by the following day once she phoned that she was awake, seeing that it was a already 3am into Sunday.
She stopped for a moment, leaning against the door and finally folding her lip inwards, the taste of her boyfriend exploding in her mouth.
She jumped, her mother peeking at her from the top of the stairs. Her mother’s face changed once she took in her own; no doubt, her mascara had made it perfectly clear that she’d been crying, and oh boy, her lips felt a little sore and swollen. Astrid self-consciously covered her mouth, no doubt making it worse. ‘What happened? Come to the kitchen; let me make tea.’
That was her mother’s code for ‘spill - now.’
‘I thought you were at Ruff’s for the weekend?’ her mother opened leadingly. She was looking at Astrid in a rather stern manner, and she had to wonder just how bad she looked.
‘Oh, I don’t think I’ll be sleeping over at Ruff’s any time soon,’ she admitted, sitting down to a steaming mug.
‘Oh,’ Mrs Hofferson said simply, taking her seat across her daughter and looking pointedly at her lips. ‘Do tell.’