yama line


Happy kaomoji & pairings!   (.゚ー゚) x (´・∀・`) x (`・З・´) x (‘◇‘) x ノノ`∀´ル 

~ Satoshi x Kazu x Jun           (´・∀・`) x  (.゚ー゚) x  ノノ`∀´ル 

~ Kazu x Masaki x Jun            (.゚ー゚) (‘◇‘) x  ノノ`∀´ル

~ Kazu x Sho x Masaki            (.゚ー゚) x (`・З・´) x  (‘◇‘) 

~ Sho x Satoshi x Masaki      (`・З・´)  x (´・∀・`) x (‘◇‘)

~ Sho x Jun x Satoshi             (`・З・´) x  ノノ`∀´ル x (´・∀・`)

Cr: Documentary Film ~ Are You Happy ~


𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮? 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱? 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮? 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻? 𝓡𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮? 𝓞𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶? 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮- 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮.


These are JUST stills for some favourite Sho shots.  

Cr: Fukkatsu Love Making of

thatsnotacow  asked:

Au where tsukki has to move right before they start high school but he ends up coming back a year later and finds that Yama also moved. It turns out he got a scholarship in Tokyo and now goes to a fancy school bonus if it's nekoma.

“Ah…Back…” Kei sighs, flopping onto his bed in his old bedroom. He’d missed home. His grandmother was a darling, but he just couldn’t live with her any longer. 

There’s a knock at his door, and his mother is peeking in. “Kei, do you have all of your things ready for school?” 

School. Karasuno. 

“I’m moving.” Kei doesn’t need to look at Tadashi to see the pained look that spreads over his face. “I got into a really good school, but it’s really far away; I have to move. I…I need to go.” 

“I know,” Tadashi whispers. Kei can hear tears in his voice. “I get it. That’s good, Tsukki! I’m happy for you.” 

“Where– Where are you going?..Are you going to be ok?” 

Tadashi laughs softly. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to this school nearby. Karasuno.” 

“Karasuno?” Kei raises an eyebrow. “The flightless crows? Fallen champions?” 

“You know I’m going for the volleyball team?”

Kei smiles softly. “Well, of course.” 

“Yeah.” Kei says, smiling at his mother. “Everything’s in my bag.” 

“Great. You nervous, sweetie?” 

Kei shakes his head. “No.” 

As long as Tadashi is there when he goes to sign up for Karasuno’s volleyball team, he’ll be fine. 


“Yamaguchi Tadashi?..Ah! Tadashi! He was such a sweet boy…He transferred at the end of last year. His mom remarried.” 

Kei looks at the captain of the volleyball team with disbelief. “He…Moved.” 

“Yes.” The captain looks over his forms, looking rather impressed with them. “You know him?” 

“He…He was a friend, in elementary. I moved our last year of junior high, I haven’t seen him since…” Kei runs a hand through his hair and pushes his glasses up as the captain stares at him. 

“That’s…too bad…” 

“Of course, we’d love it if you joined our team even though he isn’t here anymore!” The vice captain appears next to the captain from seemingly nowhere, smiling at him. 

Kei thinks about telling them he Takes back his application, but then he remembers how much he missed volleyball, and…

“Well, of course, why wouldn’t I?” 


“Tsukishimaaa, let’s go!” Kei sighs as he’s dragged towards Nekoma’s gym by Nishinoya and Tanaka. “You’re so slow!” 

“I’m not in a rush to lose,” Kei grumbles. 

“Thank’s for having us!” Daichi yells, and they enter. Kei can hear Hinata getting excited over the gyms and snickers. Daichi and Nekoma’s captain meet up and Kei takes the time to scan over the other team. 

They look strong. All of them. They’re all pretty tall, aside from the libero, but that’s normal. Well-built. All except two of them…

A blonde, and a brunet, both facing away from him, but the can tell by their height and stature that they’re weaker than the others. They’re shorter than the others, and they stay hunched into themselves shyly. The brunet flinches when the captain calls for them to line up. 

As they all move to line up and bow, his eyes follow the two and he’s surprised to see a familiar face at the end of the line. 


“Tsukishima, let’s go! It’s time to warm up!” Kei allows himself to get dragged onto the court, eyes catching Tadashi’s. He sees him mouthing something to himself, but he doesn’t quite catch it. 

“Hello– ah, I didn’t mean to startle you! I’m sorry!” Kei whirls around to see Tadashi standing behind him, in Nekoma red, smiling up at him shyly.

Kei smiles at him. “It’s fine.” 

“Uh– I don’t…know if you remember me, but– I’m…Y– Yamaguchi Tadashi…We– we went to school together…”

“So it is you…” Kei breathes. Of course, he knew– occasionally throughout the match, his teammates called his name out from the sidelines, and Kei’s mind had been only on him the entire time. Not that he wanted Tadashi to know that. 

“You– You came back…” 

“And you moved.” 

Tadashi giggles nervously. “Ah, y- yeah…my mother got moved to a new firm in Tokyo and…yeah…” 

He moved. In the same year as he went away, Tadashi moved, and they didn’t even have contact. 

“My…school wasn’t as good as I thought it was. There was no sports teams, I didn’t make friends…” 

Tadashi giggles. “That sounds horrible.” 

Kei smiles. “Well…maybe the no volleyball part. The part that was really horrible was the fact that you weren’t there.” 

“Oh really?” Tadashi raises an eyebrow. 

“W- Well, you know…Not– Not seeing your best friend for a year is kinda…sucky…”

Tadashi giggles, and takes a step closer, wrapping his arms around Kei’s neck, hugging him. Kei, surprised, freezes before his mind registers what’s going on, and before he can move his arms to hug him back, he pulls away. 

“I missed you, Tsukki!” 

“I– I missed you…too…” 

Daichi calls Tsukishima to go, and he frowns. 

“Let’s not lose touch again, ok?” Tadashi winks at Kei, pushing him in the direction of the door, and Kei stumbles forward, dazed. It’s not until he reaches the bus he feels a slight irritation on his neck. When he reaches up to see what it is, his hands find a slip of paper tucked in the strap of his sports goggles. He’d forgotten to take them off. When he opens up the folded paper, he’s not surprised at all to see Tadashi’s phone number on the paper. 

What he is surprised by, is the heart proceeding immediately after it. 

anonymous asked:

dialogue 16 with tsukkiyama, tsukki with the first line and yama with the second? thank u!!

from this.

16. “I thought you forgot about me.”

Yamaguchi’s response doesn’t miss a beat, and Tsukishima swallows hard at that. It’s been years since Tsukishima’s seen him, the first year of university being the last time they’ve spoken. They’d gone to universities in different cities, a two-hour train ride, clashing schedules and a drunken kiss on Tsukishima’s part had been the end of their relationship. It’s been three years since, a long-awaited marriage their unplanned meeting. 

Despite the time that has passed, though, Tsukishima doesn’t think of him any less.

Tsukishima’s never been one for words, so he’s content to side-step past Yamaguchi, ignoring the ache of the seeing his ex-best friend, his lover.

Yamaguchi doesn’t let him.

“Wait—! Tsukki, can we please talk?”

Of course, he’d want to, Tsukishima thinks. Yamaguchi was the one who had called out to him first, after all. He knew that coming to his former captain and setter’s wedding entailed the possibility of seeing his childhood friend, and maybe a part of him did want to see Yamaguchi. 

But seeing him and facing up to him was different. 

Tsukishima didn’t have the courage. He knows what’s running through Yamaguchi’s mind: weeks of missed calls and ignored text messages. A surprise visit from Yamaguchi the weekend after. Tsukishima had holed up and his dorm and pretended to have disappeared to nowhere, thankful that his dorm had its own bathroom installation and that he had stocked up a secret sweet stash.

Yamaguchi didn’t leave until the weekend ended.

He stays, though. He stays because he hasn’t seen Yamaguchi with such a sad expression in a long time. (He hasn’t seen Yamaguchi in a long time either.)

Yamaguchi opens and closes his mouth, twice, a few times, until finally—


Tsukishima knows exactly what he’s asking.

“What’re you talking about?” 

Tsukishima hears them before registering that the words were in his voice, that it had come from him. It’s what he’s good at, avoiding. 

“You know what I mean,” Yamaguchi’s firm, doesn’t let Tsukishima play dumb; he’s anything but. 

Tsukishima’s irritation flares, his defence up. He doesn’t want to talk about it, doesn’t want to be challenged, doesn’t want to remember. He says something he regrets.

“There was someone else. What other reason could it have been?”

He walks away. Yamaguchi doesn’t call out to him again.