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miyumtwins · 10 months

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Reblogging this bc I’m low kEy HIGH KEY debating if I should just use this as inspo write a whole ass contemporary romance novel

souvenir

【ｕｓｈｉｊｉｍａ　ｘ　ｒｅａｄｅｒ】

Summary: Your favorite professor’s impossibly attractive son comes to California to visit. After spending what’s supposed to be a short, sweet fling with him, you find yourself wanting more. NSFW!

Contains: FUTURE HAIKYUU, smut, love-making, fluff

Wordcount: 2.4k

“Your name is the only language I can speak.”

“Professor Utsui, please,” you collapsed into the plush chair across from his desk, slumping backwards. You spun around in the chair dramatically, sighing dejectedly.

“Gosh, why are you such a terrible driver, I swear,” you scolded. “Shame on you for getting a DUI."

The silver-haired man shrugged his shoulders, smiling sheepishly.

"This is why you’re my favorite intern,” Professor Utsui patted your head as he stood. You jerked away from him, folding your arms with false annoyance.

“And don’t worry, he’s cute,” he said, winking at you. You raised an eyebrow, a snort bubbling from your lips. “Professor, are you flirting with me…for your son?” Having become used to his eccentricities, even this was too amusing.

“You’ve always acted like my daughter; daughter-in-law isn’t too much of a stretch,” he replied airily, grinning at the violent shade of red rising to your cheeks.

“PROFESSOR!”

You scuffed your shoes against a pillar as you awaited the arrival of Utsui’s son at the airport. Professor Utsui stood besides you, overflowing with excitement.

You had been Professor Utsui’s intern for three years, and he was by far your favorite professor. Dedicated to your studies and the nuances of sports medicine, you had spent most of your waking hours with him and the volleyball team, pouring over his nutrition plans and game tapes. Among intern duties, being Utsui’s assistant-in-life had just become one of the things you did.

You were interrupted by the whisper of voices and the clamor of suitcases. Swiveling, you peered at the arriving passengers from your place besides the pillar.

And your eyes met his.

He was striking. He had Utsui’s strong brows, but his sloped downwards to reflect seriousness. Olive-brown hair and stoic olive eyes - exuding intensity and honesty all at once, as intimidating as his tall, muscled frame.

You straightened as he approached, tearing your eyes away from his arms. He was wearing a short-sleeved athletic shirt, twining cords of bicep muscle clearly visible.

“Wakatoshi, you’re so big now,” Utsui chimed, pulling his son in for an embrace, ruffling his hair. It was quite the sight given their considerable height difference, and your lips curved into a smile.

He has to be, what, more than 190 cm??

“Wakatoshi, come here and meet my brilliant, beautiful intern,” Utsui exclaimed, a hand on his son’s back.

“And driver,” you teased, sticking your hand out for Ushijima. “I’m L/n Y/n."

His voice was deep and gravelly calm as he bowed to you, completely ignoring your hand. "I am Utsui Takashi’s son, Ushijima Wakatoshi."

You withdrew awkwardly, plastering a smile in place. "Alright. Nice to meet you." Your eyes darted to Utsui, who watched the whole exchange with glee. "Okay, let’s get going, children!”

Utsui forced his son into the shotgun seat besides you, filling the silence as you drove. From what you could see, Ushijima was his father’s polar opposite - the tall, dark, and silent type. Ushijima’s one-word answers became full paragraphs in Utsui’s mouth. You shook your head, sighing internally.

Utsui the matchmaker now?

The steady rhythm of volleyball against hardwood echoed through the gym as practice began. You stood on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, shadowing Utsui as he examined his players.

“I sometimes worry he’s a little too serious,” Professor Utsui said softly, rubbing his beard as he watched his son interact with the UC Irvine volleyball players during warm-ups. “His head is only full of volleyball, you know?”

"Not everyone is as loud as you, Professor Utsui,“ you quipped. "But it seems he’s endearing in his own way."

Utsui chuckled. "If you find him so endearing, why don’t you take him around LA? What do the kids do?"

You watched Ushijima as he spiked a ball, the sheer power and strength setting fire through your body.

Fuck, you really hadn’t gone on a date in a long time.

"Um, I mean, if he has time between practices,” you began. “After all, you are my favorite professor."

Utsui grinned at you. "Well then, you’re not getting out of this one, Y/n."

The beginning of the week was awkward. You questioned him on his interests and preferences, which all wound down to volleyball.

It became your personal mission to get a reaction out of Ushijima, showcasing all that Los Angeles had to offer.

The two of you were traipsing in a souvenir shop on Hollywood Boulevard (you told him it was the quintessential tourist attraction) when Ushijima popped an interesting request.

"Tendou said I need to buy souvenirs,” Ushijima said. You turned towards him, lifting up an “I Heart LA” shirt to his broad chest playfully.

“Like this? And who’s Tendou?”

“A former teammate. He texts me every day.” Ushijima replied, scrutinizing the shirt carefully. “Is this okay?"

"So like, a best friend?” You garnered. You tossed the shirt aside, beckoning him into the store further. “And no, that shirt is utterly horrendous.”

Ushijima nodded at this. “I suppose. He says I should get one for myself as well.”

You laughed. “Do you even want a souvenir, Ushijima-san?”

Shrugging, he stepped close against your backside, raising an arm over you to grab something off the wall. You inhaled sharply, feeling his body heat radiate from him.

“This looks interesting,” Ushijima dangled a snow globe in front of you. You forced yourself to step away from him, smiling up at him.

“We can do better.”

From there, the two of you developed routine. Ushijima woke up at the crack of dawn for hours of practice and work with Utsui, and then he hung out with you, scouring LA for the perfect souvenir and attempting to learn English.

And during your devoted search, Ushijima listened to you, absorbing everything you had to say. About your academics, about his father, about your future hopes and dreams.

You found him endearing and loveable, in a sort of friendly-giant type of way. That and your obvious physical attraction to him - all 190 centimeters of pure muscle.

It was at a beach a couple miles from your apartment where he really came to life.

Waves crashed against the shoreline peacefully as families and friends relaxed under early evening sunset.

“It’s nice,” Ushijima commented, the salty breeze ruffling his hair.

You grinned, delighted. You watched as he surveyed a group of young people playing beach volleyball, shouting and laughing at each other. Taunts flew from across the net, crows and congratulations among teammates. Ushijima’s fingers flexed as a particularly strong spike landed in the back corner of the court, veins struggling across tanned skin. There was the slightest smile of something akin to fondness in his features.

You knew what he craved. Lacing your fingers through his, you dashed over to the group of people.

“We’d like to join, if possible. Though I feel this one could take all of us on,” you laughed, patting Ushijima on the arm.

You played volleyball with reckless abandon until nightfall came. Ushijima even tripped over himself trying to avoid a small dog that had run onto the court. You giggled as he blinked blankly, shaking a head full of sand.

A full moon painted sterling silver across inky blue seas and you dragged Ushijima into the water with you. He dunked his own head beneath the waves, ridding himself of the sand. You laughed as you waded towards him, attacking him with small waves.

When the beach got emptier, the two of you finally left for your apartment, still wet. Your thoughts ran rampant as you tried to soothe yourself under the warm water of your shower.

As soon as you padded out, you saw him in the kitchen, making tea.

His hair was damp, brushing lightly against the tips of his eyelashes. His handsome features were engulfed in shadow as his olive eyes trained carefully on the task at hand. The veins in his hands, the Adonis-like chisel of his chest and arms…

There was something about Ushijima standing in a borrowed shirt too-small for him that ran lightning through your core.

In an instant, your hands were threading through his short locks, lips on his. His momentary surprise was soon overtaken as his thick hands braced you strongly, his mouth hot on yours.

Ushijima lifted you easily onto the countertop, groaning ever so slightly against your lips as you wrapped your legs around him. The desperation confirmed he’d been feeling what you’d been feeling all along.

“Wait,” Ushijima rumbled, withdrawing from you. “Is this what you want?"

You traced a fine line along his chest. “More than you know,” you confessed. You gazed up at him, locking eyes with his, which were steady as ever. You felt him hardening against your inner thigh.

The low timber of his next words practically paralyzed you.

“Then let me take you tonight.”

His mouth captured yours once more before trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking. Large hands, gentle and assured, slipped beneath your oversized hoodie and palmed over your breasts. He pulled you out of your clothing swiftly and you surged forwards, helping him take off the borrowed shirt.

You took it all in, this beautiful display of masculine vitality. Your fingers ghosted over the defined ridges of his pectorals, his abdomen, the v-shaped cut of his lower abs. You pressed kisses along a vein on his neck as you played with the band of his sweatpants and briefs, dipping your fingers beneath. Ushijima sucked in a breath, closing a hand around yours.

“I want to prepare you first.”

“What-“

He hoisted you easily in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. A moment after your backside landed on the mattress, he followed, threading his fingers in yours above your head as he kissed you.

Sliding your shorts off, he fixed a heavy stare on you, gazing over your body.

“You are beautiful, Y/n.”

You blushed, pulling his strong form towards you once more. “Please, no more flattery,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck. Lips on yours, he flicked your bra open, warm fingers wrapping around your breast.

Ushijima ran carefully placed kisses down your chest, squeezing and kneading. Your stomach, your thighs. You felt yourself pulse with unsaturated need.

His fingers pressed against your swollen clit before his mouth descended upon you. Your eyes snapped open and you thrusted upwards into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

You came fast the first time, completely soaking Ushijima’s fingers. And for a second, as pleasure flashed before your eyes, you thought you saw Ushijima smirk of all things.

With a few ragged breaths, you floated back to yourself. Sitting up, you crawled forth to push Ushijima into the silky sheets and straddled him. He humored you, an amused twinkle in his eyes. You knew he had the ability to fuck you to oblivion without pause, but here he was. This fine specimen of a man, willing and aching beneath you.

You delicately traced his right ear, his jaw, his lips, and your mouth followed this sensual path.

“You are a tease,” Ushijima murmured, gripping your waist. His hands crept up the length of your body.

“You’ll be taking me on my terms,” you replied, splaying your fingers over his chest. You ran your tongue down his toned torso, kissing the band of his boxers before tugging them off.

And, god, how had you waited weeks for this?

You couldn’t help but stare at his length, completely hard. A cloud of both awe and ambivalence muffled your thoughts.

“I will be careful,” his voice cut in calmly.

You shot him a look of challenge before pumping him slowly.

The moment his tip breached your entrance, you felt tears leak from the corners of your eyes. He groaned, praising you, and that was the moment he could no longer control himself.

Flipping you onto your back, he sheathed himself slowly in your womb. You screamed, clawing your nails into his back. Even after all of that lubricating preparation, you could still barely contain him. He was reaching places no one had ever reached.

Ushijima thrusted deep within, slow and unhurried, and you could feel it in your stomach, giving you chills down the length of your back. Your entire body was on fire.

It was a sensation that was absolutely exquisite.

Your hips rocked into him as you moaned, arching your back. It was altogether too easy to become lost in his body on yours, his arms around you, the dragging of fingers up and down your body, fervet kisses and hums of praise.

“Come for me, Y/n.”

And you did, completely unraveling beneath him.

But he was nowhere near finished.

“Y/n.”

You lifted your head from his bare chest.

“I care for you.“

Warmth fluttered in your chest, and you kissed him languidly, tongue running over the edge of his lips. "America not so bad, hm?"

He chuckled, a deep reverberating from within.

"And yet your name is the only language I can speak.”

The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Ushijima awoke you with butterfly kisses down your shoulder, tangling his fingers with yours.

When the two of you arrived at practice, hand-in-hand, Utsui practically fell over at the sight.

“Oh my- does this mean I’m getting grandchildren?!?”

“Father, please.”

You giggled into your palm. You never thought you would see exasperation on Ushijima’s features.

The weeks before his departure were filled with impulsive bliss, a kind of love only youth held. It was sun-soaked afternoons on the beach until nightfall, wrapped in the thinnest of beach towels, your body perched in his lap. It was making love under the moonlight on your balcony, feeling the sea breeze and his skin on yours.

It was an illuminating discovery of what kind of future you wanted - a future with Ushijima.

But alas, all good things had to end.

He picked carefully at your hair, smoothing it away from your forehead. The slight furrow of his brow and the intensity of his stare were enough to make you blush prettily, eyes averting away. His body was stooped towards you, a thick hand clasped gently on your shoulder.

“Wakatoshi,” you breathed, staring up at him.

A charged energy passed between the two of you. Pain stretched in your chest, and you suddenly felt an ache of longing so strong it made you tremble beneath his grip.

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he angled your head upwards, kissing the apples of your cheeks like it was the last time.

You gave a soft smile as you stepped off the plane, Professor Utsui right at your side.

It was time for Ushijima to pick up his long-awaited souvenir.

WHO SAID jumping a man didn’t lead to good things

god I’m so hot for the mass of a man that Ushijima is; catch me cheating on my main mans

in OTHER NEWS, I AM BACK!!! I hope you have all been safe and healthy; blessings to all your families. I’ve had half of this written for ages; not completely satisified but I’ve really been feeling Ushijima these days. the song inspo is souvenir by selena gomez

shoot me some mail loves <3

#thoughts please

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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YESSSS 🥳

Hi! Want to let you know that Xave now opens commissions. I open 4 slots for February, if there’s anything more you need to make sure, please feel free to dm me. Cheers! :)

#xave back at it again #xaveart

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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warming up ☁️ arankita

※ DO NOT REPOST

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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WTF THE ACCURACY

U give off d 2 f

Much love !!!!

LU! Hi there bubs🖤 dyhshshsh damn right im a coffee girl! Btw i think to me you're an F8B HAHAHAHA tell me if im deadass wrong:*

Tell me what vibe do i have based on this post.

#I feel ATTACKED #LIKE HOW #xave back at it again #xavestory #LUdicrous thoughts

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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Kidnapping Captains with Teams

Characters: Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Daichi, Ushijima, Kita

ALSO KITA'S GRAND DEBUT ON MY PAGE - there are finally some gifs of him <3

Kuroo Tetsurou

You somehow convince the team to help you kidnap Kuroo to celebrate his last days as Nekoma captain

It's after his class president activities for the day that Kenma throws a sack over Kuroo's head, Taketora and Nobuyuki tie his wrists behind his back, and the others throw him onto a cart

Instantly figures out it's you

"Ayeeee my baby really woke up today and chose ~violence~"

Cue Kenma banging his head on a wall

"Sorry Y/n I'm out"

"KENMA WE DIDN'T EVEN START"

“That’s right daddy we didn’t even start ;)”

Yaku HURLS himself at Kuroo, face the color of a tomato, ready to hurt this man

“YOU ASTAXANTHIN”

Lev gets absolutely bulldozed in his attempt to stop Yaku

PSA to protecc Lev's ass from Yaku

The team breaks out into a fight

Kenma and Yaku are throwing hands at Kuroo

Who is still tied up, mind you

Lev is crying

And you

Honestly you don't know if you should be helping Kenma and Yaku or Lev and Kuroo

Oikawa Tooru

Convincing the team to help you kidnap Oikawa for his surprise birthday is a CHALLENGE

The team is looking at you with equally unimpressed faces

“Do we have to”

“I don’t want him; you keep him”

"Let's ship him off to Argentina"

can you even disagree tho ;-;

The team sneaks close to the classroom after school when he's all alone, the sun having already set outside

You've barely even TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS when Oikawa starts screaming about aliens

"Kami-sama, please let me live to tell the story of my extraterrestrial abduction"

You have to throw yourself at Iwaizumi so he doesn't chuck the object nearest to him

which just so happens to be his slipper

"If you salvage my body parts, give Y/n my dick, Tobio-chan my middle finger, Ushijima my other middle finger, and Iwa-chan my face"

This time, you don't stop Iwaizumi

Overall, kidnapping Oikawa is a success, but he's super bummed you guys aren't aliens

"I mean, are you guys wearing human skin suits or-"

"ARE YOU ASKING TO DIE?"

Daichi Sawamura

It's a late night for Daichi in the club room

Karasuno turns this into a whole ass mission

crow babies are nothing if not extra

Kageyama is wearing his shitty ass disguise

Hinata and Nishinoya are back-to-back, using ninja hand-signs

“Watch your six”

“Roger that”

"We're headed into no man's land, I repeat, we're headed into no man's land"

Nishinoya does a super secretive somersault, accidentally sending Tanaka slamming into the club room door

You can practically see Tanaka's soul leaving his body

“TANAKA!”

Everyone's clamoring towards Tanaka's fallen form

Sugawara slaps him on the cheeks to check for life, once again sending him back to the dead

"TANAKA!"

"NISHINOYA!"

"D-Daichi"

Everyone looks up from their crouched places on the floor and screams at the now-open club door

daddy daichi part 2, Y/n

Kita Shinsuke

You somehow became good friends with the second year headasses

Y’all are swapping stories about your boyfriend Kita and there seems to be a common thread

No one has EVER seen him flustered

So of course Suna and you want to pull a prank on him, just to see his reaction

And while the twins have always been scared of Suna, even they can't resist switching up the victims of their usual ways

He's the last one to leave as usual, going through his ritual of cleaning the locker room

Only this time, the entire team and you are lurking

The lights go off and everything goes as planned

Kita's not even struggling

what the fuck

At this point everyone is kind of confused, like should you just leave him with a burlap sack over his head?

Kita raises his hand

"I'm sorry, but I need to finish cleaning"

Suna sighs, stopping the recording and tossing his phone

"I hate him"

You giggle while wrapping Kita's head in your arms

"Never change, love"

Bokuto Koutarou

Of his 37 weaknesses, studying is one of them

Bokuto can never sit still and actively avoids it

But he needs to pass his next finals, so you and Akaashi devise the most thorough, beautiful master plan in existence

is that a blueprint of Bokuto's damn house

Unfortunately, Bokuto is literally too LOUD to kidnap

The team rolls up to Bokuto's house and sneaks in

He's a beefy boy, so it's quite a handful to drag him into the car waiting outside in the first place

But then he starts screaming

"PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY STUFFED ANIMALS AND MY STEAK I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT"

So now you're looking extremely sus to Bokuto's neighbors, who duck into their homes

Konoha's driving when suddenly a police car flashes its lights at you

"Pull over. I repeat, pull over the vehicle"

"I'M IN HERE!" Bokuto screams

"Bokuto, it's us, shut up!"

Apparently the police take this the wrong way

"Victim is being threatened. Suspects are ten teenagers, unknown genders. Requesting backup."

Three hours later, you are still at the police station and Bokuto has gotten absolutely no studying done

"Oh well, he was going to fail anyway"

"AGGHHAASHI :("

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You kidnap Ushijima for an anniversary date

And honestly

You don’t even really need the team

This mans is HELPING you kidnap him

Tendou opens his dorm while Ushijima is napping

The team quietly files in, supplies at the ready

“PUT YOUR HANDS UP” Semi barks as Shirabu cautiously blindfolds his captain

Don’t hurt the precious cargo

Ushijima wakes up blearily and just does as he’s told, shuffling out of the room

The team watches in utter confusion as you gently nudge him all the way to your destination, not even resisting

You un-blindfold him after tying him to a chair, and he greets you all calmly

“Toshi, you were being KIDNAPPED; why did you do nothing??”

"I was not doing anything important at the moment,” Ushijima replies, puzzled

You facepalm

someone teach this 190 cm baby what STRANGER DANGER is

Taglist 😍 @janellion @deadontheinsidebut @fangirling25-8 @badboysdoitbetter2

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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WTF UR BACK OMG!! it's like 12:40 ish am for me and I have so much work due BUT IT'S OKAY CUS I AM A MASTER PROCRASTINATOR. n e ways welcome back I missed seeing u on my dash 🥺🥺

yo if you don’t do your work dadchi will be coming for your ass

#sleep is so important!!!#nothing is more important than your health!!!!!#GO TO SLEEP KIDS #daddy daichi #LUcky with mail

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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ohmygodsss you're backkkk!!! and there's a matchup?? gsksbslaja

whaddup baby 😉

#lu tries to flirt #yes indeed #LUcky with mail #BIG TIDDY COMMITTEEEEEEEE

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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Wtf souvenir is EVERYTHING it brought out so many emotions in me 😭😭 what a comeback lu tyty for this loveliness!!

Oh my gods that means so much to me you don’t even know...I usually write silly ass shit that gets much more validation but I absolutely cherish souvenir and portraying Ushijima’s soft side ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#IM CRYING #THIS IS SO SWEET WTF #COLLECT YO MANS USHIJIMA #ABSOLUTE HUBBY MATERIAL #LUcky with mail

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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SO EXCITED FOR THE RETURN OF BIG TIDDY COMMITTEE 🤩🤩 LET’S GOOOO

LETS GOOOOOOOO

#LUcky with mail

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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I MISSED U SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHH WELCOME BACK!!!

THANKS SO MUCH LOVE ❤️ I really missed this too oh gosh

#I LOVE MY ANONS #the absolute SWEETEST #😭😭😭#lucky with mail

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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Helloooo

Firstly, I want to say thank you so much for 4.6k followers!!! That is absolutely INSANE and I will try to live up to the expectations this beautiful community deserves.

So of course we’re going back to our roots, giving the people what they want, where the brain rot all stArtEd

BIG TIDDY COMMITTEE MATCHUPS & THIRST HOURS WITH LU ARE A GO👏

If you arent caught up, there’s this, a quiz, and a WHOLE THREAD:

S.O. Managing the Big Tiddy Committee

Send me something about 🥰 you 🥰 and I’ll give you a matchup, maybe a crumb of tiddy as well

#LU THIRST HOURS ARE FKN BACK #big tiddy committee #haikyuu x reader #ludicrous thoughts #sakusa x reader #ushijima x reader #iwaizumi x reader #miya osamu x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #bokuto x reader

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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Kags and baby tangerine do be competing to see who can grow more 😭😭😭

🏐 Haikyuu!! characters ranked by height 🏐

Hi there! I spent +3 hours making this endless masterpost, so I just hope it will be useful for someone. It includes a list of 82 characters organized from tallest to shortest (though it has only 80 numbers, because some of the characters share position, since they are the same height) and some extra information that I thought could be interesting as well. You can use this as a reference for drawing, writing, or whatever you might need!

Some opening notes:

For the characters that have a canon post timeskip height, I’ll be using that one to position them in the ranking, but their pre timeskip height will be included too.

I’ve found that some of the characters also have two different heights pre timeskip, because they grow a bit during high school from april 2012 to november 2012. However, in those cases I’ll only list their tallest 2012 height to avoid confusion.

I tried to list as many characters as possible, but if I left out someone that you want me to include, feel free to ask me about it!

Similarly, if you spot any mistakes or have different/more updated information, please let me know! I would appreciate it.

List of characters ranked from tallest to shortest

Keep reading

#hinata at 8 cm!!!!!!#this is a masterpiece #i am at place 71 #LUsh recs #where are you guys

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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WOAHHH WELCOME BACK!! It’s such a pleasant surprise to see you again, I missed you :’) hope you’ve been doing well bb!

HI ANON TYSM it feels so great to be back home 💕💕💕💕 right back at chu 🥰

#lovely miyummies #lucky with mail #ludicrous thoughts

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miyumtwins · 3 years

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souvenir

【ｕｓｈｉｊｉｍａ　ｘ　ｒｅａｄｅｒ】

Summary: Your favorite professor's impossibly attractive son comes to California to visit. After spending what's supposed to be a short, sweet fling with him, you find yourself wanting more. NSFW!

Contains: FUTURE HAIKYUU, smut, love-making, fluff

Wordcount: 2.4k

"Your name is the only language I can speak."

"Professor Utsui, please," you collapsed into the plush chair across from his desk, slumping backwards. You spun around in the chair dramatically, sighing dejectedly.

"Gosh, why are you such a terrible driver, I swear," you scolded. "Shame on you for getting a DUI."

The silver-haired man shrugged his shoulders, smiling sheepishly.

"This is why you're my favorite intern," Professor Utsui patted your head as he stood. You jerked away from him, folding your arms with false annoyance.

"And don't worry, he's cute," he said, winking at you. You raised an eyebrow, a snort bubbling from your lips. "Professor, are you flirting with me...for your son?" Having become used to his eccentricities, even this was too amusing.

"You've always acted like my daughter; daughter-in-law isn't too much of a stretch," he replied airily, grinning at the violent shade of red rising to your cheeks.

"PROFESSOR!"

You scuffed your shoes against a pillar as you awaited the arrival of Utsui's son at the airport. Professor Utsui stood besides you, overflowing with excitement.

You had been Professor Utsui's intern for three years, and he was by far your favorite professor. Dedicated to your studies and the nuances of sports medicine, you had spent most of your waking hours with him and the volleyball team, pouring over his nutrition plans and game tapes. Among intern duties, being Utsui's assistant-in-life had just become one of the things you did.

You were interrupted by the whisper of voices and the clamor of suitcases. Swiveling, you peered at the arriving passengers from your place besides the pillar.

And your eyes met his.

He was striking. He had Utsui's strong brows, but his sloped downwards to reflect seriousness. Olive-brown hair and stoic olive eyes - exuding intensity and honesty all at once, as intimidating as his tall, muscled frame.

You straightened as he approached, tearing your eyes away from his arms. He was wearing a short-sleeved athletic shirt, twining cords of bicep muscle clearly visible.

"Wakatoshi, you're so big now," Utsui chimed, pulling his son in for an embrace, ruffling his hair. It was quite the sight given their considerable height difference, and your lips curved into a smile.

He has to be, what, more than 190 cm??

"Wakatoshi, come here and meet my brilliant, beautiful intern," Utsui exclaimed, a hand on his son's back.

"And driver," you teased, sticking your hand out for Ushijima. "I'm L/n Y/n."

His voice was deep and gravelly calm as he bowed to you, completely ignoring your hand. "I am Utsui Takashi's son, Ushijima Wakatoshi."

You withdrew awkwardly, plastering a smile in place. "Alright. Nice to meet you." Your eyes darted to Utsui, who watched the whole exchange with glee. "Okay, let's get going, children!"

Utsui forced his son into the shotgun seat besides you, filling the silence as you drove. From what you could see, Ushijima was his father's polar opposite - the tall, dark, and silent type. Ushijima's one-word answers became full paragraphs in Utsui's mouth. You shook your head, sighing internally.

Utsui the matchmaker now?

The steady rhythm of volleyball against hardwood echoed through the gym as practice began. You stood on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, shadowing Utsui as he examined his players.

"I sometimes worry he's a little too serious," Professor Utsui said softly, rubbing his beard as he watched his son interact with the UC Irvine volleyball players during warm-ups. "His head is only full of volleyball, you know?"

"Not everyone is as loud as you, Professor Utsui," you quipped. "But it seems he's endearing in his own way."

Utsui chuckled. "If you find him so endearing, why don't you take him around LA? What do the kids do?"

You watched Ushijima as he spiked a ball, the sheer power and strength setting fire through your body.

Fuck, you really hadn't gone on a date in a long time.

"Um, I mean, if he has time between practices," you began. "After all, you are my favorite professor."

Utsui grinned at you. "Well then, you're not getting out of this one, Y/n."

The beginning of the week was awkward. You questioned him on his interests and preferences, which all wound down to volleyball.

It became your personal mission to get a reaction out of Ushijima, showcasing all that Los Angeles had to offer.

The two of you were traipsing in a souvenir shop on Hollywood Boulevard (you told him it was the quintessential tourist attraction) when Ushijima popped an interesting request.

"Tendou said I need to buy souvenirs," Ushijima said. You turned towards him, lifting up an "I Heart LA" shirt to his broad chest playfully.

"Like this? And who's Tendou?"

"A former teammate. He texts me every day." Ushijima replied, scrutinizing the shirt carefully. "Is this okay?"

"So like, a best friend?" You garnered. You tossed the shirt aside, beckoning him into the store further. "And no, that shirt is utterly horrendous."

Ushijima nodded at this. "I suppose. He says I should get one for myself as well."

You laughed. "Do you even want a souvenir, Ushijima-san?"

Shrugging, he stepped close against your backside, raising an arm over you to grab something off the wall. You inhaled sharply, feeling his body heat radiate from him.

"This looks interesting," Ushijima dangled a snow globe in front of you. You forced yourself to step away from him, smiling up at him.

"We can do better."

And during your devoted search, Ushijima listened to you, absorbing everything you had to say. About your academics, about his father, about your future hopes and dreams.

You found him endearing and loveable, in a sort of friendly-giant type of way. That and your obvious physical attraction to him - all 190 centimeters of pure muscle.

It was at a beach a couple miles from your apartment where he really came to life.

Waves crashed against the shoreline peacefully as families and friends relaxed under early evening sunset.

"It's nice," Ushijima commented, the salty breeze ruffling his hair.

You knew what he craved. Lacing your fingers through his, you dashed over to the group of people.

“We’d like to join, if possible. Though I feel this one could take all of us on,” you laughed, patting Ushijima on the arm.

When the beach got emptier, the two of you finally left for your apartment, still wet. Your thoughts ran rampant as you tried to soothe yourself under the warm water of your shower.

As soon as you padded out, you saw him in the kitchen, making tea.

There was something about Ushijima standing in a borrowed shirt too-small for him that ran lightning through your core.

In an instant, your hands were threading through his short locks, lips on his. His momentary surprise was soon overtaken as his thick hands braced you strongly, his mouth hot on yours.

"Wait," Ushijima rumbled, withdrawing from you. "Is this what you want?"

The low timber of his next words practically paralyzed you.

“Then let me take you tonight.”

“I want to prepare you first.”

“What-“

He hoisted you easily in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. A moment after your backside landed on the mattress, he followed, threading his fingers in yours above your head as he kissed you.

Sliding your shorts off, he fixed a heavy stare on you, gazing over your body.

“You are beautiful, Y/n.”

You blushed, pulling his strong form towards you once more. “Please, no more flattery," you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck. Lips on yours, he flicked your bra open, warm fingers wrapping around your breast.

Ushijima ran carefully placed kisses down your chest, squeezing and kneading. Your stomach, your thighs. You felt yourself pulse with unsaturated need.

His fingers pressed against your swollen clit before his mouth descended upon you. Your eyes snapped open and you thrusted upwards into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

You came fast the first time, completely soaking Ushijima’s fingers. And for a second, as pleasure flashed before your eyes, you thought you saw Ushijima smirk of all things.

You delicately traced his right ear, his jaw, his lips, and your mouth followed this sensual path.

“You are a tease,” Ushijima murmured, gripping your waist. His hands crept up the length of your body.

“You’ll be taking me on my terms,” you replied, splaying your fingers over his chest. You ran your tongue down his toned torso, kissing the band of his boxers before tugging them off.

And, god, how had you waited weeks for this?

You couldn’t help but stare at his length, completely hard. A cloud of both awe and ambivalence muffled your thoughts.

“I will be careful,” his voice cut in calmly.

You shot him a look of challenge before pumping him slowly.

The moment his tip breached your entrance, you felt tears leak from the corners of your eyes. He groaned, praising you, and that was the moment he could no longer control himself.

Ushijima thrusted deep within, slow and unhurried, and you could feel it in your stomach, giving you chills down the length of your back. Your entire body was on fire.

It was a sensation that was absolutely exquisite.

“Come for me, Y/n.”

And you did, completely unraveling beneath him.

But he was nowhere near finished.

“Y/n.”

You lifted your head from his bare chest.

“I care for you."

Warmth fluttered in your chest, and you kissed him languidly, tongue running over the edge of his lips. "America not so bad, hm?"

He chuckled, a deep reverberating from within.

"And yet your name is the only language I can speak."

The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Ushijima awoke you with butterfly kisses down your shoulder, tangling his fingers with yours.

When the two of you arrived at practice, hand-in-hand, Utsui practically fell over at the sight.

“Oh my- does this mean I’m getting grandchildren?!?”

“Father, please.”

You giggled into your palm. You never thought you would see exasperation on Ushijima’s features.

It was an illuminating discovery of what kind of future you wanted - a future with Ushijima.

But alas, all good things had to end.

“Wakatoshi,” you breathed, staring up at him.

A charged energy passed between the two of you. Pain stretched in your chest, and you suddenly felt an ache of longing so strong it made you tremble beneath his grip.

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he angled your head upwards, kissing the apples of your cheeks like it was the last time.

You gave a soft smile as you stepped off the plane, Professor Utsui right at your side.

It was time for Ushijima to pick up his long-awaited souvenir.

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