#watacchi

[hinata-boke]

Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up 23. Watari Shinji

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #watari shinji #my art #grrr poses are hard when they dont work right away #another 'setter' + jersey number 7 #watacchi #1hqaday

[pearlsephoni]

At the End of the Sun, Ch 26: Confrontation

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: Chapter: M; Whole Work: E

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata); Iwaoi (Iwaizumi/Oikawa)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tooru Oikawa, Tobio Kageyama, Yuutaro Kindaichi, Akira Kunimi

Word Count: Chapter: 4k; Whole Work: 160k

Summary: Shoyo demands explanations for Oikawa's trickery, and gets more than he asked for.

A/N: Originally published on AO3 on August 12th, and beta'd by @/r0mantic-era. Special thanks to @/celestialshell2 for making sure this chapter wasn't too cringe-fail in its drama 😩🙏🏾 C/W for descriptions of off-screen/past animal death and attempts at resurrection, descriptions of blood. Further author's note can be found on AO3.

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“You’re drugging him.”

Oikawa didn’t look surprised by Shoyo’s appearance so much as the style of his entrance. “Ah. Good morning, samurai-chan. To what do I owe the displeasure?”

“You’re drugging Tobio,” Shoyo repeated. After two days of kneeling in the same place, Shoyo half-expected to feel divots in the shape of his knees as he lowered himself to the tatami mats, keeping his chin lifted and his eyes fixed on Oikawa. “Why? You’re the one who said I can’t do anything about the curse. What does it matter if we speak to each other?”

Oikawa didn’t answer for a moment, simply sat and stared at Shoyo. Then, suddenly, he sang, “Kindaichi-kun~”

Shoyo didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know the young man flinched. “Y-Yes, Oikawa-san?”

“Did you get lost on the way out? Why am I looking at him again so soon?”

“I’m sorry!” Kindaichi’s voice shook with shame and embarrassment, making Shoyo cringe with guilt. “He just…ran away from me when we passed by here. I couldn’t stop him before he was already in here.”

“Ugh…you’re a flighty little thing, aren’t you?” Oikawa sneered at Shoyo before looking back to Kindaichi. “Would you go ask Watacchi about getting a lock on those doors? It seems that will be a good idea, after all.”

Kindaichi hesitated for just a moment before squeaking, “Yes, sir!” and hurrying away. Suddenly Shoyo was left alone with Oikawa and the two silent guards shadowing the throne. He shifted on his knees, drawing Oikawa’s attention back to him.

“Well, then. Where were we, samurai-chan?”

“You’re drugging Tobio. Why?”

“Ah, yes. That again. I thought I already told you—”

“I know you’re drugging him!” Shoyo interrupted, refusing to be convinced out of what he knew. “I could taste the poppy seeds! You’re not supposed to use enough to taste them in a pain relief tea. You only use that much for a sedative.”

Oikawa raised a single, graceful, dangerous eyebrow. “Is that so? And how exactly do you know what our prince’s tea tastes like?”

Heat rushed to Shoyo’s cheeks, but he raised his chin and held Oikawa’s eye contact, refusing to feel embarrassed. “I kissed him. The tea was still on his lips.”

“Mm…a bit shameless, aren’t we?”

“I’m not shameless! I just…missed him. Why won’t you answer my question?”

“Question?” Oikawa let his lips poke out in a picture of false innocence. “It sounded an awful lot like an accusation, not a question.” Shoyo stayed silent and continued to glower at him. A slow, humorless smile curved across Oikawa’s face and left his eyes untouched.

“You remind me a bit of myself, you know.” His smile broadened when Shoyo blinked in surprise. “Oh, yes. I recognize your desperation. Your willingness to go so far just for the chance to see your lost love again, even to the end of the sun. I went through the same thing after Iwa…” His breath caught. Six years, and he still couldn’t seem to bring himself to plainly speak about Iwaizumi’s death. “I even started looking into dark magic. That was the only way I could find anything on reviving the…the dead.

“It took years, but I did eventually find a way. Of course it was complex, required ingredients and rituals and specific alignments of the stars, but I didn’t conduct it on him. I had to make sure it would work.” He idly traced the embroidery that adorned his kyosoku, his fingertips gliding over the silken armrest. “There’s only one of him; I couldn’t risk any mistakes. So on the planned day, I killed a rabbit and set about bringing it back.”

His fingers suddenly clenched on the armrest. “I could feel the life returning to its body, but I could also feel the magic consuming me. I didn’t care. I’d live a partial life if it meant having Iwa back. My hands felt warm with life while my chest went cold with the dark magic. And it hurt. It hurt like nothing I’d felt before. I still pushed, because I could feel it working, I could feel the warmth running into the rabbit’s body.” His fingers stretched out, as though thawing with the warmth he described.

“I don’t know how long it took, but it eventually ended. I checked the rabbit, and…it had worked. Technically. I could feel its heart beating; it was breathing, it was warm. But that was it. It wouldn’t move, and when I opened its eyes, they were unfocused. Dead, even. All that work, all that hope, gone. Nothing more than ash. Well, and this.”

There, in front of his throne, his guards, and Shoyo, Oikawa removed his obi and loosened his kimono until it fell open to bare his chest. Shoyo took a single glance and sucked in a breath.

His skin was creamy and smooth, unblemished apart from the dark spiderweb threads creeping across his chest and converging right over where his heart rested. He looked like a broken vase, cracked open and badly repaired. The jagged lines strangely complemented the harsh tilt of his smile. “This is all I have from my second chance. Years of work, all for this.”

“I…I’m sorry—”

“I’m not finished,” Oikawa snapped. “Yes, Shoyo Hinata, I know the desperation you’re feeling. I felt it for years. But unlike me, you’re succeeding. Less than a year of toil, and here you are, with everything you wanted within your grasp, while I’m left with this ugly scar on my chest and demons crawling around my island.” He sat down and leaned forward, letting his kimono flutter around his legs in an airy way that couldn’t have been more different from his hard glare. “Now, you tell me, little samurai. You keep speaking about fairness. Where’s the fairness in that, hm?”

“It…it’s not,” Shoyo admitted, voice low. “It’s not fair, not to you or…or anyone. But…two wrongs don’t make a right. Cheating and punishing Tobio won’t undo anything that happened to you, Oikawa-sama. You’re just making things worse for yourself and everyone else on this island and…and…” Saying that name would be dangerous, especially in front of Oikawa.

Something flashed in Oikawa’s eye, making Shoyo’s tremulous nerves quail. “And who?”

“Just… give me one more night,” Shoyo diverted, “please. I’ll…I’ll give you anything you want, if you’ll let me see him while he’s awake, please, please let me speak to him.”

Interest and annoyance made a dangerous combination on Oikawa’s face. “I’m getting tired of your…dramatics, little samurai,” he said lowly, as though he hadn’t just revealed his own attempt to bring back the dead. “But fine. I still sense some of my magic on you. Give me whatever else you’re holding on to that’s mine, and you’ll see your prince.”

“Not just see,” Shoyo insisted. “Let me hear and speak to him, too.”

“That’s a terribly nice bow,” Oikawa remarked, ignoring Shoyo’s demand. “Fit for the nobility, even.” The words were flippant, matching Oikawa’s feigned apathy. But the longer he eyed the bow, his apathy shifted into realization. “Is that the prince’s bow?” He dragged his eyes from the bow to Shoyo, anger descending over him like a storm cloud. “Is that…is that the bow that killed Hajime?”

Shoyo stayed silent, this time from fear and the knowledge that any lies he tried to tell would be futile. That was all the answer Oikawa needed. “Give that to me.”

“And then I’ll see—?”

“You walked into my home with the weapon that killed the love of my life,” he said slowly, deliberately, with a sense of quiet that was far more terrifying than if he’d shouted with all the fury radiating off of him. “If you ever want to see that bastard again, alive, then you will give me that bow. Now. Before I change my mind about letting either of you live.”

Shoyo was silent as he unslung the bow from around his body and set it on the tatami mats. His hand shook around the bamboo, a cocktail of anger and fear pumping through him. There was not a doubt in his mind that Oikawa would see that threat through.

He knew that the best thing to do would be to stand up and hand the bow over directly to Oikawa, but he wasn’t sure he could trust his legs to hold his weight. Yes, annoyance framed the anger lining every inch of Oikawa’s body. That didn’t mean he was worth Shoyo pushing his own body’s limits just to avoid—

“Shoyo?!”

The sound of his name gasped in that voice made Shoyo’s heart leap to his throat and twinged his neck from how quickly he whipped around.

There, standing dumbfounded in the entrance of the throne room with a terrifying, panicked stranger in his shadow, was—“Tobio!”

It seemed to happen in an instant: Shoyo leapt to his feet, and Tobio lunged towards him. But before Shoyo could reach for him, chains burst from the floor and latched around his wrists, forcing his hands down and keeping him from moving.

Oikawa was on his feet, and a single “Mad Dog—!” made the glowering stranger catch Tobio and drag him back to the door. Tobio thrashed against him, shoving at his arms and trying to dig his heels in, and the whole time, he was screaming, “Let me go! Shoyo! Shoyo— please, let me go, Kyotani-san, please, Shoyo! Shoyo, don’t go, wait for me—!”

“Tobio!” Shoyo screamed back. He pulled against the chains, even as they shortened and forced him back to the ground. He didn’t care about his bruised knees hitting the floor, didn’t care about the sting of the metal cuffs cutting into his wrists. All that mattered was the sight of the man he loved, real and in front of him and just out of reach. That, more than anything, sank Shoyo into desperation, kicking at the floor and fighting the chains. “Tobio, you can’t sleep! You have to stay awake, please, I’ll come for you—!”

The screens to the throne room slammed shut, fully blocking him from Tobio. The injustice of their separation; the fury of getting so close; the frustration of laying out the signs of his arrival at night and still failing to get to him; the desperation to touch him, hold him, look at him tore through Shoyo. He was tired of Oikawa’s machinations, his skillful manipulation of words to keep Shoyo one step too far from what he wanted. He had endured weeks, months in the wild, slept through storms and winds, dueled a kitsune, stayed with a goddess and her husband, befriended a siren, and survived a magical storm, and this man—this pretty, frightening man—was single-handedly more effective at thwarting Shoyo than everything else.

Nothing else had worked. So he let instinct take over, let it burn through every thread of control he’d somehow managed to hold onto. He was like an animal, fighting against his cuffs with no thought spared for the now-searing pain at his wrists and the warmth dripping down his arms. “You bastard!” he screamed at Oikawa. “Let me go, you said I could see him, you liar, you sneak, you drugged him, I know you did, it’s not fair, let me go—!”

“Fair?” Oikawa snarled. He had collapsed back onto his cushion once the doors had shut behind Tobio, but now he pushed himself to his feet again and stalked towards Shoyo. Some distant part of Shoyo’s mind pricked at him with fear, but it was quickly overpowered by his wrath. “Again with ‘fair.’ I gave him his terms and he failed them. That should have been it. I could have easily had you thrown out the moment you stepped into my home. I would have even been within my rights to send you back into that storm. But no, I welcomed you in, accepted your deal, let you see Tobio, as we agreed.”

He crouched in front of Shoyo, keeping his silk robes from dragging through the droplets of blood dripping from the cuffs. “You want to know what’s not fair, little samurai?” he hissed, grasping Shoyo’s jaw in a firm grip and forcing him to hold still and meet his eyes. There was anger in that brown gaze, yes, but also grief. Maybe guilt might have crept through Shoyo, if single-minded rage hadn’t overtaken him. “I spent my whole life hiding who I am and being accepted by only one person. We ran away together, hid together, built this place together. He was tough and blunt and even mean sometimes, and he was the best person in the world, and he loved me. And all of that, everything he was, the life we’d built together, was gone in an instant, because of one spoiled brat. Tell me, does that sound fair?”

“It was an accident,” Shoyo growled, trying and failing to jerk his face out of Oikawa’s grip. “Tobio’s not a murderer, he would never kill a person on purpose! He saw a wolf! How was he supposed to know it was Iwaizumi-san?”

“Don’t you ever,” Oikawa hissed, leaning in until his breath beaded on Shoyo’s burning face, “speak his name.”

With that, Oikawa thrust Shoyo’s face away from him, snatched up the bow, and glided back to the dais, his anger nowhere to be seen in his elegant movements.

“We still have a deal.”

Oikawa froze, before slowly turning and pinning Shoyo under a sharp gaze. “What?”

“We made a deal,” Shoyo said, fighting to keep his voice steady. “One more night, in exchange for the bow.”

Fury burned bright in Oikawa’s pretty eyes. “You dare—”

“I do.” Shoyo raised his chin, forcing himself to meet his gaze. “One more night.”

Oikawa glared for another breath, before spitting, “Fine. Talk to your prince. It won’t change anything. He still won’t take a step off of this island. As long as this curse remains unbroken, he is tied to me.”

Desperate rage stung in Shoyo’s veins, a venom that he struggled to keep from spreading as the shackles finally fell from his wrists. He didn’t care what Oikawa said—he would get Tobio out of here if it was the last thing he did. For now, he forced himself to focus on the fact that he would finally, finally look into Tobio’s eyes that night. Surely he wouldn’t drink the tea now that he knew Shoyo was at the castle. Surely he would at least puzzle that out.

The flow of blood at his wrists had slowed, though some of it had dried on the cuffs and made their removal pang with fresh injury when they fell away. Shoyo held his hands up to make the blood flow away from his wrists as he rose to his feet, but they still throbbed and leaked sluggishly, and he had to be careful not to slip in the puddles of blood at his feet. He’d have to use his mother’s ointment on the wounds and ask Iwaizumi to wrap them after he washed them. Hopefully the river spirit wouldn’t mind—

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Shoyo flinched, before slowly turning to look at Oikawa. The sorcerer leaned against his kyosoku in what looked like a leisurely sprawl, but that Shoyo knew was an exhausted slump. Despite that, his narrowed eyes still made Shoyo struggle to keep his voice steady. “Back to my camp.”

“Don’t be stupid. I’m not letting you run off and scheme an escape for Tobio. Kindaichi-chan, take him to a room again.”

Kindaichi jolted and hurried to step forward from where he stood behind Shoyo. “Y-yes, Oikawa-san.”

“My wrists need to be—”

“You’re a healer’s son,” Oikawa interrupted, eyes cold. “Use what your mother taught you and heal.” With that, he pushed himself to his feet and disappeared through an entrance behind the dais, leaving Shoyo and Kindaichi blinking at each other.

“Um…follow me, please.”

The walk to his room—his glorified cage, his mind supplied—was familiar to Shoyo, but it felt so much longer when he had to be mindful of not dripping blood through the halls. He ignored the sidelong glances Kindaichi kept stealing, until they reached the room and Kindaichi murmured, “I’ll bring some water.”

When he returned with the usual bucket of water, he wasn’t alone. “If Oikawa-san finds out about this, I’m blaming you,” said a new voice, sounding an awful lot like Hanamaki when he’d said the same to Matsukawa.

Shoyo looked up to see a new young man following Kindaichi into the room like a shadow. He was the slightest bit shorter than Kindaichi, with straight, dark hair parting in the middle to frame his face like curtains. His eyes were heavy-lidded, as though he were tired or bored, but there was still a sharpness to them that didn’t let any details escape their notice. “So you’re who everyone’s talking about.”

“Um…I guess so, yeah.” Shoyo rose to his knees and dipped into a bow. “My name is Shoyo Hinata. Are you the healer?”

“Oh, great. My reputation precedes me,” he sighed. “I’m Kunimi. What’s wrong with your wrists?”

“Spirits, man,” Kindaichi hissed. “What happened to your bedside manner?”

“I don’t see a bed.” Kunimi knelt in front of Shoyo and took his wrists in gentle hands that belied his flat voice. “Wow. You did some good damage.”

“Ah…thank you?”

“Not a compliment. Being so rough in handcuffs is pretty stupid. Could I have a wet rag?” he asked Kindaichi. He only looked back at Shoyo when he started soaking and dabbing away the dried blood. “You’re lucky they weren’t rusted. That would be a bitch to clean.”

“Yeah…thank you for helping me clean them.”

“Just doing my job.”

He carefully held both of Shoyo’s wrists, letting his fingertips brush the raw edges of the wounds while his eyes fluttered close. Before Shoyo could ask what he was doing, a gentle, warm glow began emanating from his fingertips, spreading along his wounds until they shone. An intense itch prickled beneath the glow, and when the light eventually eased away, Shoyo was stunned to see that healthy scabs had formed over the wounds, something that shouldn’t have happened for at least another couple of days. He’d known, from Kindaichi, that Kunimi had healing powers, but he still wasn’t prepared to truly see them at work.

Kunimi didn’t seem all that inclined to conversation, keeping his eyes away from Shoyo’s as he set about smearing some ointment over the scabs and began wrapping bandages around them. Shoyo would have been fine with letting him work in silence, if something hadn’t occurred to him. “If you’re the healer…have you been making Tobio’s tea?”

His careful fingers paused for the briefest moment, but Shoyo’s sharp senses still caught it. “...Yeah,” Kunimi admitted, keeping his eyes fixed on Shoyo’s wrists.

“Then…you’ve been giving him the sleeping draught, too?”

“Ah. How’d you figure that out?”

“I could taste the poppy seeds.”

That finally brought Kunimi’s eyes up to Shoyo’s. “Not bad. I didn’t know samurai get trained in healing.”

“Only a little. My mom taught me the rest.”

“A healer’s son?”

Shoyo nodded.

“Huh. That explains how you wrapped that so well,” Kunimi remarked, nodding at the bandages covering the healing wolf bite.

“Why did you do it?” Shoyo asked, ignoring the compliment. “Why would you knock him out if he just needed pain relief?”

“I usually don't. That was a special request from Oikawa-san.”

Shoyo had suspected as much, but that didn’t keep him from feeling suffocated with anger. “Did…did he tell you why?” he bit out, trying and failing to keep his voice steady.

Kunimi didn’t respond at all to Shoyo’s anger, his answer coming as flat as ever. “Nope. He didn’t need to. I figured it had something to do with your visits.”

“And you just followed his orders without questioning them?”

“They weren’t orders,” Kunimi shot back, his voice finally sharpening with some of the edge in his eyes. “He just asked me to, and I agreed to do it. No offense, but I have no stake in any of this. I came here after Iwaizumi-san’s death. If Oikawa-san thinks I can do something to help ease his grief, then I won’t question it.”

In just a few minutes, Shoyo already had the sense that Kunimi wasn’t much of a talker, and that his long response was very out of the ordinary for him. Even Kindaichi was gaping at him. “Right. Sorry,” Shoyo murmured, abashed. “Then…if I ask you to leave the poppy seeds out for tonight…”

“Can’t. Oikawa might double check the tea after all your dramatics today,” Kunimi sniffed, only to grunt at Kindaichi’s nudge. “But…I can try to warn Kageyama. Maybe. No promises.”

“Thank you, Kunimi-san!” Shoyo cried.

“Gross, don’t call me ‘-san.’” Kunimi’s wrinkled nose relaxed as the tiniest curve tugged at his lips. “But you’re welcome, I guess.”

He smoothed down the ends of the bandages around Shoyo’s wrists, surprising him with how quickly he’d finished cleaning and dressing the wounds. “There. You should be all set. Try not to, like…I dunno, just don’t do anything too intense with your hands. Common sense.”

“Right! Of course!”

Kunimi’s eyes narrowed at Shoyo’s overeager agreement, but he didn’t respond beyond a shrug and standing up. “Do you need anything else?”

Shoyo shook his head, and that was all Kunimi needed as permission to leave. “Good luck with…everything. Don’t do anything else that you’d need my help with.”

He looked at Kindaichi and jerked his head towards the open screens. By the time Kindaichi got to his feet, Kunimi was already walking down the hallway. “Shoot, uh…I’ll come get you later!” Kindaichi reminded Shoyo before hastily shutting and locking the screens.

It was almost startling, how suddenly Shoyo was alone again, with only the sound of hurried footsteps keeping him company. Both men’s departures meant Shoyo couldn’t distract himself from the alternating sting and ache of his wrists. The pain was radiating through his body with every heartbeat, until it settled into every nerve and bone and radiated from him like a glow.

Maybe Tobio would have some pain relief tea leftover. The thought brought a smile to his face despite his pained grimace. Too bad he wasn’t planning on getting much sleep that night, because Tobio would finally be awake, and they would need the rest of the night to make up for lost time.

He held onto that wish as he curled up on the tatami floor and slowly, fitfully fell asleep.

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For the first time in his three nights at the castle, fear hung over Shoyo on the walk to Tobio’s room. His mouth was dry and tacky like it was stuffed with cloth, keeping him from making small conversation with Kindaichi, and he could see the other man sneaking worried glances at him from the corner of his eye.

Shoyo didn’t care, couldn’t care. He was too preoccupied with the terrible possibility of Tobio somehow not realizing the tea was putting him to sleep and drinking it again. If he still couldn’t figure everything out after seeing Shoyo in the throne room and hearing him say to “stay awake” that night, then Shoyo really didn’t know what he would do. There was a chance Kindaichi would be willing to help more than he already was, but how many days of convincing and nudging would that take? Just the thought of it exhausted Shoyo.

“Um…we’re here,” Kindaichi quietly announced, pulling Shoyo out of his spiraling thoughts. “I guess I don’t need to remind you about anything.”

“No…no, thank you.”

“Alright, then…see you in the morning.”

Shoyo waited for the click of the lock and Kindaichi’s fading footsteps down the hall before he turned to the familiar lump in the futon. “Tobio?”

Nothing.

“Tobio, are you awake?”

Silence.

Dread washed cold over Shoyo, rising higher and higher with each step until he felt like he was drowning from it by the time he knelt at the futon.

Tobio was…he was asleep again.

#ateots #haikyuu!! #at the end of the sun #kagehina #shobio #shoyo hinata #tobio kageyama #pearl writes #pearl's stuff #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #haikyu!! #hq!! #haikyuu #haikyu #fics #fanfics #kagehina fics #kagehina fanfics #kagehina fic #kagehina fanfic #shobio fics #shobio fanfics #shobio fanfic #shobio fic

[becomehaikyuu]

Haikyuu Chapter 63: Something To Turn The Tides

REFLECTION:

After Hinata's bitching spike, Aobajousai is coating the court with the sheer volumes of their collective piss. The coach calms them down with a suggestion: give up on blocking the Broad Attack.

The game continues and Hinata tries the attack again but something happens: Watacchi is able to bounce it. In a flashback, the coach reveals that as hard and fast as Hinata can spike the ball, he can't control where it goes. So instead of preventing it, they're going to focus on bouncing it back. In the present, Aobajousai gets ahead again (damn) and it's Oikawa's turn to serve (SHIT). Karasuno fights the good fight but in the end, it's 16-19 and Aobajousai is in the lead. Hinata is forced to the rear guard and shit is looking bleak...and things look a hell of a lot bleaker when freaking YAMAGUCHI gets off the bench to pinch serve.

Oh hell...

#haikyuu!! #something to turn the tides #review

[ask-tooru]

Who do you think should take over your position next year as captain and why

Yahaba’s taken over my position as captain because I think he’s the only one who could truly control the rest and because he’s very passionate about volleyball (Watacchi is the vice captain)

#yahaba #watacchi #oikawa #oikawa tooru

[starlity]

Watari is the best!

YES he’s just a chill dude, I love him!!

#start #ask #anon #watari shinji #watacchi will always be so important #he's just so CUTE

[fukoronoko]

Watari is Yahaba's best man and Oikawa throws a hissy fit- 'but im Ya-chan's mentor!!! I should be his best man, Watacchi!!!'- so they make him the flower boy, which he both loves and hates. Iwaizumi is Kyoutani's best man and he cries. The dog is the ring bearer and its very cute. Both of Yahaba's brothers are there and Kyoutani's sister is too and they're like 'ah yes. The person I've heard so much about'

Yes! Oikawa you fucking drama queen

Ya know my headcanon that their first dance is to beauty and the beast? Yeah please I need it

#i‘m trash #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #maira’s crap #yahaba shigeru #kyouhaba #kyoutani kentarou #kyouhaba headcanon #crane💕💖 #maira’s headcanons🌸

[moshikiii]

Making Oikawa call everyone -chan is just boring and annoying like he makes good nicknames for others like Makki Mattsun Watacchi etc. And -chan is mostly used to make it annoying (when its used for men from what i learned) so its not him being overly sweet by using -chan. And thats why he is not calling everyone -chan.

#Like its true he uses it often to be a lil shit and i love him but calling daichi-can is weird idk man maybe im being too much #But like after reading makki-chan i was like what??????

[ezzydean]

your hubris brings me to my knees (13)

for @ushioi-fanmonth I am going to put each day of the week’s prompts in the same au (aka all the Mondays will be one, Tuesdays will be another, etc, etc)

finishing off the month with doubling the prompts.  so the last two prompt of each day will be smushed together because 1) i am a week behind with writing and 2) i do what i want

enjoy this last week friends!

Monday - supernatural & make up/break up

(under a cut cause this one hit 1k)

The coffee in Wakatoshi’s cup was cold.  But not nearly as cold as the look on Tooru’s face.  He knew he hadn’t forgotten anything important.  They had just celebrated their anniversary two nights ago and Tooru’s birthday wasn’t for another couple months.  They had gone grocery shopping last night and weren’t out of any of Tooru’s favorite foods or necessities.  Which only left…

“What did Dream Wakatoshi do to you last night?”

“You broke up with me!”

“Dream Wakatoshi broke up with Dream Tooru.”

“You.  Broke up with.  Me.”

Wakatoshi rubbed tiredly at his cheek and blinked up at Tooru.  While it wouldn’t be the first time his dream self had done something similar — there had been a stretch of three weeks where dream him had apparently shown up late to every dream date and dream social function and real him had suffered cold coffee and burnt toast the entire time — the betrayal in Tooru’s eyes was more than just from a dream break up.

“What else did dream Wakatoshi do?”

“You broke up with me,” Tooru repeated mulishly.  Then he smacked his hand on the table.  “For Watacchi!”

“I have no control over whatever Dream Wakatoshi does in your dreams.  I don’t even control Dream Wakatoshi in my own dreams.”  Wakatoshi stood up and dumped the cold coffee down the drain, leaving the empty mug in the sink for later.  “You know I would never break up with you Tooru.  Not even for Watari.  Because I.  Love you.”

Tooru’s grouchy expression slowly faded into a pleased one.  He leaned against Wakatoshi’s side and smiled up at him.

“You know,” Tooru said cheerfully, “if this were one of those ghost movies you like so much this is right when you’d morph into some bizarre dream demon and consume my soul.”

Wakatoshi shook his head.  “It is far too early to consume souls.  They are too heavy a meal for breakfast.”

Tooru’s eyes widened in surprise at his words, clearly he hadn’t been expecting Wakatoshi to play along.

“You are too much sometimes.”  Tooru pulled away to start a new post of coffee, content smile on his face.  He suddenly froze with one hand on the coffee pot and turned to glare at Wakatoshi suspiciously.  “What do you mean ‘not even for Watari’?”

He let out a sigh and turned his gaze to the ceiling.  When Dream Wakatoshi decided to be a jerk to Tooru he always managed to ruin Wakatoshi’s day.

—

“So.”  Tooru propped his chin in his hands and looked around the booth.  “What is the probability that I am dating a werewolf?”

Iwaizumi rubbed at his temples and let out a soft sigh.  Watacchi leaned his head against Iwaizumi’s shoulder and Tooru narrowed his eyes.  He still hadn’t forgiven Wakatoshi for dumping him for Watacchi in his dream.

“Do you have any proof?  Or signs?”  Tooru grinned.  He could always count on Mattsun to indulge him when Iwa-chan wouldn’t.

He twisted in the booth to face Mattsun.  “Well.  He eats a lot of meat.  Is actually surprisingly hairy.  Very muscular even though we don’t play volleyball anymore and he only gets to the gym like once a week.  Disappears during full moons.”

Iwaizumi groaned.  “Oikawa.  You eat a lot of meat too.  Ushijima is a firefighter.  He’s in shape for his job and gets plenty of exercise there.  Trust me.”

Tooru scoffed at him.  “The hairiness?”  Mattsun asked, once again coming to Tooru’s indulgence rescue.

“Hairiness isn’t an indicator of being a werewolf.  Hell if the shows and movies are anything to go by it’s the smooth shiny chested hairless ones that are gonna be wolves.  Like Watari.”  Makki finally joined the conversation.  Half an hour late with a coffee cup from the shop down the street, but he was there.  The waiter behind the counter gave Makki an unimpressed look and Makki sent him an air kiss back.  Tooru would never understand his friends.

“Wow.  Call me out why don’t you?”  Watacchi muttered.

“Fine,” Tooru said, ignoring Watacchi and Makki.  “The full moon disappearances?”

He and Makki stared at each other for a few moments, neither willing to look away until Iwaizumi groaned.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Oikawa.  Ushijima comes and works at my station once a month.  You know this.  You call him all the time at my station.  Hell if anyone is a werewolf it’s my station leader since she’s the one who actually vanishes during the full moon and goes full hermit mode.”

“Oooh does she have a smooth shiny hairless chest?”  Makki grinned at Iwaizumi as he started sputtering and turning an angry shade of red.  “Does Watari know about this?”

“Watari is right here you know,” Watacchi said petulantly.

“Oh I know.”

“So… is that a no on me dating a werewolf?”

—

Before Tooru could even slip out of his shoes Wakatoshi was standing in the doorway — super speed, totally a werewolf thing right? — holding something out to him.

“What’s this?”  Tooru grabbed the slips of paper out of Wakatoshi’s hands.

“Tickets to the planetarium show tonight.”

Tooru sucked in a breath.  “The Archaeoastronomy one?  I thought it was sold out?”

Wakatoshi shrugged.  “I know people.  And I called in favors.  And now owe favors.”

Tooru jumped at Wakatoshi and wrapped him in a hug when the other man easily caught him.  “You’re forgiven for breaking up with me.”

“Dream Wakatoshi broke up with Dream Tooru,” Wakatoshi replied patiently.  “I would never break up with you.”

“Never ever?”

“Never ever.”

“Even if you were an immortal werewolf and I was a helpless frail human?”

Wakatoshi blinked down at him.  “Your mind is a strange place Tooru.”

“Doesn’t matter.  I have tickets to the planetarium to a sold out show I’ve wanted to see for ages and an amazingly handsome date to take me there.”

“Oh is Iwaizumi taking you?”

Tooru mock glared at Wakatoshi and pulled him down for a kiss.  “Wakatoshi.  You’re the only date I’ll ever need or want.”

#haikyuu #UshiOi #ushijima wakatoshi #oikawa tooru #UshiOi Month #UshiOi Month Monday #UshiOi fic #hq writing #full k scribble

[nemurui-a]

hehe   /   @juryokv !

       “   watacchi ~   ”   ritsu’s attention is wholly captured by the gun - shooting stall at the festival,  absently tugging at the sleeve of wataru’s yukata as he points out the plush toy that had attracted him prior.   he nicks the candied apple from wataru’s hand,   (  shooting requires two hands,  after all !  )  and steals a bite while he’s at it.   “   watacchi’s a magician,  so you should be able to win that for me ~  ?   ”       

#juryokv #❪ sakuma ritsu. ❫ ic. #he's brat but i love him

[ob-aube]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Yahaba Shigeru Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Iwaizumi Hajime, Yahaba Shigeru, Watari Shinji, Kindaichi Yuutarou, Kunimi Akira, Kyoutani Kentarou, Mizoguchi Sadayuki, Irihata Nobuteru, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou Additional Tags: silly seijou shenanigans, very stupid, these boys are so dumb Summary:

(12:27PM) Watari Shinji: Oikawa-san (12:28PM) Tooru Oikawa: What’s up Watacchi? (12:30PM) Watari Shinji: We’re lost. (12:31PM) Iwaizumi Hajime: Oh my god (12:31PM) Iwaizumi Hajime: Where are you? (12:33PM) Kindaichi Yuutarou: We don’t know… (12:34PM) Tooru Oikawa: Hold still, I’ll go out and get you (12:34PM) Hanamaki Takahiro: lmao

or

this is the day iwaizumi had the worst headache imaginable.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu fic rec #seijoh #aoba johsei #seijoh fic rec #seijoh team #aoba johsei team

[honedtalent]

@dogofseijou

he’s making his way to morning practice after turning in some papers to their teacher advisor when he spots two heads of blonde hair. at this time, students are either in the gyms or at their classrooms. it’s particularly eye-catching. even more when he recognizes both heads. huh. how curious.

he puts it out of his mind for the rest of the day. comes afternoon practice, he keeps an eye on kyoken-chan after some mild jabbing for ditching. it isn’t until she shows up again that he remembers this isn’t the first time she’s done so. watacchi notices her first and goes up to meet her. they chat for a bit while she looks into the gym, green gaze stopping when it falls upon their little mad dog. curiouser and curiouser.

when she notices him looking, she gives him an apologetic bow and a small wave. he smiles in return. she doesn’t stay for long. but it’s more than enough to pique his interest. once practice is over, he strolls up to the boy. “so. you and sakurazuka-chan know each other.” she’s taking advanced classes with him, so they’re not in the same academic circles. and their personalities couldn’t be more different. “how did that happen?”

#dogofseijou #ds2

[volleyboys-imagines]

I heard the ask box was empty so here I am asking about what would Makki and Mattsun do of their respective holidays? (because god knows I miss holidays :') sob) thank you!

heyyy you’re back :)) same, i miss holidays. hope you’re doing well tho. part college au!

Hanamaki

he’s the more active one of the two for some reason

he’s the one that’ll drag you out for frisbee and ice cream and beacn volleyball and arcading

no matter the time of year, he’ll want to get out and do something

he gets bored easily for some reason, and the pent up energy that could be spent learning something new is poured into running around instead

he’s also the one that’ll break out the wii and the mario kart and have the team sleep over for MK night

Mattsun still has the record for the most wins among the third years, and Watacchi among the whole team

ofc he’s g for show marathons at night

like, all night

and subsequently sleeping in until 5pm

despite the fact that lots of teens like pizza and soda, he’s a ramen guy. and not the cheap just-add-water kind, but the actual ramen shop ramen. and no night is good enough without a good bowl of ramen

selfies. looooooots of selfies

“because taking pictures of what I do is almost always better with a selfie” —FlowerMakki 2k17

he’s probably flowermakki on snapchat too

Matsukawa

this boi’s ass is so heckin lazy his own mama’s given up

all he does is sleep because during school he’s always up either doing homework, studying, or studying the boss level of his game

one time he slept 25 hours straight and he didn’t even notice

the type to lock his door and sleep naked (face-up, too) because it’s hot as hell

or to bundle up in just his comforter like a big, long burrito

he doesn’t comb his hair, check the date and time, or even go out to get remotely good food. he’s just that heckin lazy

well tbh most of the time he’s having a bad time with programming and machine problems (projects and homework in IT; he’s in IT for some reason….), and actually making a project that’s 60% of your grade kind of eats up your sleep

it makes him so tired all the time for some reason

but on the days he’s awake (which is still about 50% of the holidays) he goes out with Makki and the guys to get some sun and play

people ask if he’s an ambivert. He’s not; he’s just always tired.

in fact, he’s one of the most talkative and annoying when playing, even if he’s not the loudest. he’s a walking salt lick, and he flaunts it.

#my booooys #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #flowermakki #holidays #headcanons #haikyuu

[becomehaikyuu]

Haikyuu Chapter 61: A Team's True Strength And The Small Beast

REFLECTION:

The game is on. Both teams are neck and neck but Aobajousai is one point ahead at all times.

FLASHBACK...TO LIKE A FEW MINUTES BEFORE THE MATCH

Aobajousai discuss a strategy that basically amounts to "keep an idea on Hinata".

PRESENT TIME

The ball is in the air for an illegal (not literally) amount of time before Watacchi (Aobajousai's liberio) sets Oikawa up for a sick spike that finally gives them a two point difference. Ukai points out that what makes Watacchi a current danger is that there's a possibility that he wasn't always the liberio...he may have been the team's setter once upon a time.

The match continues and unfortunately, Aobajousai is getting more of their groove back as they get another point over Karasuno. Ukai tells the team to use the width of the court to their advantage and they do, bring the match back down to a...two point different.

Hinata gets pumped, Yamaguchi fades back into existence to envy him and the chapter ends with Hinata getting called in.

It's possibly nothing changes showtime!

#haikyuu!! #a team's true strength and the small beast #review

[starlity]

thank you for drawing watacchi!!!!! this baby sprout needs more love!!!!!!

!!!

#wow! #a watari has sprouted! #thank you for taking good care of him and allowing him to grow!! #bless your soul #I hope you have a super wonderful day!! #take care friend!! #ask #anon #watari shinji #start

[fukoronoko]

'Hey Kyoutani WHY is the rice black?' 'I DON'T KNOW WATARI, WHY ARE YOU BALD??? STOP ATTACKING ME OK' 'how dare you kyou-kun, don't be mean to poor Watacchi!!!' 'You pretending to be Oikawa isn't helping, Shige' 'Look ok. I put the rice in. I turned it on. I close my eyes for FIVE SECONDS and it's burnt! Not my fault!!!' 'Kyou,,, did you wash the rice???' 'Youre supposed to wash rice?'

Omg yes!! I’m crying

#i‘m trash #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #maira’s crap #yahaba shigeru #kyouhaba #watari shinji #kyoutani kentarou #crane💕💖 #maira’s headcanons🌸

[ezzydean]

your hubris brings me to my knees (7)

for @ushioi-fanmonth I am going to put each day of the week’s prompts in the same au (aka all the Mondays will be one, Tuesdays will be another, etc, etc)

Monday - hello again (get to know the real you)

Wakatoshi could feel the eyes on him as he slipped into the gym to begin his stretches and he held in a sigh.  The others weren’t rude to him.  In fact they had been very polite to him since he switched schools.  But that was it.  They were polite.  They kept their distance.  He hadn’t realized how used to Shiratorizawa he had gotten until they were gone and there was no Tendou hovering around him and chattering away and no Semi giving people dirty looks for their muttered comments about him.  Seijoh was a good school and had a good volleyball team.  But it was starting to feel a little lonely and for the first time since he made up his mind to switch schools he was starting to question his choice.

“Hello Ushijima-san.”  He glanced to the side and was lost enough in his own thoughts that he apparently didn’t hide the surprise on his face well enough judging by the quiet laugh he heard.  “You looked like you could use company?”

“Watari.  Hello.”  Watari nodded at him and began stretching.  It was… nice.  Watari didn’t ramble the way Tendou always did and he didn’t throw around any glares even when Kyoutani grumbled something under his breath that made Yahaba elbow him in the side.  But he was a warm presence at Wakatoshi’s side throughout warm ups.

Watari didn’t hover, not like Tendou.  But he seemed to be at the edge of Wakatoshi’s awareness throughout practice.  And after practice he joined Wakatoshi in his cool down stretches.

He had no idea what Watari got out of it.  Why he did it.  But by the end of the week Watari had been joined by a grumbling Kyoutani and for a moment or two when Kyoutani would huff and growl at Oikawa and Hanamaki and Watari would talk about something he was learning in class and ask rhetorical questions it made everything he didn’t realize was off balance settle.

“You know, Oikawa-san really isn’t so bad.”  Watari dropped the statement in the middle of a rambling story about something that happened to his second cousin’s boyfriend’s sister.  He said it in the same tone he used for all his rhetorical statements so Wakatoshi simply nodded and continued his stretches.  “He really just wants us all to be able to play our best and he can get a little intense about it.  He’s really a giant goofball when he’s not focused on volleyball.  You know?”

Watari almost sounded distressed so Wakatoshi paused to give him a patient look.

“Just something for you to maybe think about.”  Watari shrugged and grinned at him.  “You know.  To help you see the real Oikawa.”

That made no sense to Wakatoshi at all.  Everything he saw was the ‘real’ Oikawa.  Even the masks the other teen insisted on wearing were part of what made him Oikawa.

—

“I don’t know what you’re doing Watacchi but I’m onto you.”

Watari grinned at him, blinking innocently.  Last year Tooru might have believed that look.  But he knew better now.

“But Oikawa-san,” Watari said sweetly.

“No.”

“I just want Ushijima-san to know that there’s more to you than this,” he carried on as though Tooru hadn’t spoken, gesturing vaguely at Tooru as he did.

Tooru glanced down at his sweaty practice clothes and spun the volleyball in his hands idly.  It sounded legitimate enough he supposed.  But the question of the matter was why?  Why did Watari care what Ushiwaka did or didn’t know or think about Tooru?

“What’s the bet and which one of them is closest to winning?  And don’t lie to me Watacchi.”  Watari’s mouth snapped shut.  “I may not know what you’re lying about but I always know when you’re lying to me.”

Watari sighed dramatically and settled onto the bench next to Tooru.  “Fine,” he said petulantly.  “But you didn’t hear any of this from me.  Yahaba’s up next for winning the bet on how long it will take you to admit that Ushijima is not just an asset to the team but also maybe your friend.  Matsukawa-san is up next for the bet on you admitting that Ushijima is not just an asset but that he has a nice ass.  And Iwaizumi-san is the only one who has actually made a bet on when someone will catch the two of you making out in the supply closet.”

“Traitors,” Tooru hissed.  He glared around the gym.  Not that it mattered since everyone else was already in the club room.  “Traitors the lot of them.  You’re the only decent one Watacchi.”

“Yeah well I’m next up if you don’t admit you like his ass this week.  So, you know.”  Watari grinned at him and hopped to his feet.  “Well Captain?  Shall we?”

Tooru waved Watari off and sat on the bench, staring into space as he spun the volleyball in his hands again and again.  He could admit that Ushiwaka wasn’t quite the horrible villain he had once thought him to be.  But he didn’t really like him that much.

Did he?

#haikyuu #UshiOi #ushijima wakatoshi #oikawa tooru #UshiOi month #UshiOi Month Monday #UshiOi fic #hq writing #long post #kinda #it's almost 900 words this time