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0NE NATI0N UNDER BL00D AND H0NEY
SERIES MASTERLIST: HAIKYUU FULL-LENGTH FIC
synopsis. At an all-women's college, soldiers take siege during martial law.
aesthetics. psychological thriller, 80's/90's japan. haikyuu!! soldiers vs. female students, martial law, hostages, war-torn society, dark academia, stockholm syndrome, military AU, tragedy, loss, angst
warnings. EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors + under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // GRAPHIC CONTENT // PHYSICAL VIOLENCE // nsfw, abuse, twisted and toxic relationships, stockholm syndrome
pairing. various haikyuu boys x multiple f! characters
authors note. this is my attempt to bring more full-length fics to this fandom and to explore more depth with original female characters instead of x readers. one-shot x readers … i’m tired
auth. note 2. links go to ao3 because i’m not putting myself through the hell of posting a full fic on this site
status: ongoing
CHAPTER LIST ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━
01 ━━ WIND BEFORE THE STORM: AKAASHI, BOKUTO
02 ━━ WE'LL SAVE YOU: MATSUKAWA, IWAIZUMI
03 ━━ CALL US LUCKY: IWAIZUMI, MATSUKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, MEIAN, ENNOSHITA
04 ━━ CAN'T SAVE YOU NOW: ENNOSHITA, OSAMU, KAGEYAMA, IWAIZUMI
05 ━━ NOWHERE TO CALL HOME: IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, AONE
06 ━━ SO MUCH INNOCENCE: ENNOSHITA, MATSUKAWA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, AKAASHI, ATSUMU
07 ━━ NIGHT HAS COME: BOKUTO, AKAASHI, TANAKA, ATSUMU, MEIAN, MATSUKAWA, OIKAWA
08 ━━ tbd
09 ━━ tbd
10 ━━
11 ━━
#haikyuu#hq#haikyuu longfic#haikyuu x oc#hq x reader#iwaizumi hajime#matsukawa issei#daichi sawamura#oikawa tooru#tanaka ryuunosuke#osamu miya#hq smut#akaashi keiji#bokuto koutarou#meian shuugo#ennoshita chikara#miya atsumu#tw noncon#yandere haikyuu
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Panels. | Series
panel. in manga art, panels refers to the frame that wraps around one moment in time.
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an original Haikyū AU pairing Udai Tenma (the og little giant)
warning!! : containing some manga content.
word count : 3540
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Panel - 1
“Udai-san, this part and this one need to be reworked.”
“Which one?”
The guy with shoulder-length curly hair shifted, almost sending his chair to fly closer to the serious, glasses-guy. His face serious and his tone polite and organized, while beside him, the curly guy in his hoodie is casually listening to everything he says like an obedient puppy.
“The monologue is too long. It seems unnecessary and a waste of time. That’s it from me.”
“Akaashi-san, don’t you at least have something nicer to say to me?”
“That was the nicest I could be.”
“Geh.”
The curly black haired guy was, Udai Tenma, next to him was Akaashi Keiji, the editor.
Akaashi sighs, “There is also one thing I couldn’t agree with on the next page.”
“Which one?”
“This one.”
Following the editor’s finger pointing at a panel, Udai seriously listened to the way Akaashi specified the whole scene as ‘overly exaggerated’.
“It’s either you come up with another idea to picture the entire event, or you find another way not to make this panel look like this.”
In other words, a just-cut-it-out-of-the-page-and-good-luck-coming-up-with-something-more-worth-publishing.
“Do you think so?”
A confirmation from Akaashi had Udai nod in understanding. He takes his phone out and notes down everything the editor said while casually listening and answering what he needs to answer.
After Akaashi wrapped the discussion up, Udai casually decides, “Alright. I’ll hand it in in two days.”
“No can do.”
“Eehhh?” Staring at the editor’s serious face, Udai insistsing, “Why not?”
The editor sighed before he starts, “You have a fansign next month for this edition. Everything has to be published by the end of this month. I can only accept tomorrow at the latest, at seven in the morning.”
Udai started to whine, dropping his head on the table after Akaashi made a decision on the deadline. But to what end, though? The deadline had been decided and the dearest charming editor, Akaashi Keiji, is simply someone too savage to give a damn about anything when it comes to the deadline.
In the end, Udai did have to work hard to finish the latest edition of the manga tomorrow morning at the required hour.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Udai-san.”
Udai, with a helpless languid look, while hugging the manuscript sheet that Akaashi had corrected, turns around and stares at his editor pityingly. Still having a little determination to negotiate with the charming editor until there is a more humane leniency from him. He put on his most pathetic face in front of the editor, basically trying his best.
“If you understand, please go home and start working.”
Snorting, Udai jerks himself out of the room like some cranky bear, nearly flying, a little uprising against the unfair working hours. Or perhaps, he just hadn’t yet realized that everything is the result of his amazing skill to procrastinate and pile up all his work at one time, forgetting that he is only human and not a manga printing machine that can be pushed to go the extra mile.
But really, drawing is fun.
Since a long time ago, drawing had been an escape from fear, boredom, anxiety, and some random feelings that oftenly creeped up on him.
Whenever those unfamiliar, unpleasantly all too familiar feelings creeped into his mental frame, he would always tear up a piece of paper and start doodling. About anything. Whatever his eyes caught, or whatever his head imagined, or about some places wherever his brain took him to.
In the subtle sound when his pencil met the paper, there was the peace that flushed through, and it almost felt like he was in the heart of a serene forest. Then the chaos inside him would slowly die down.
There is peace in drawing.
Then here he was, back to the room where almost over twenty volumes of his manga were born. In a room where his pen met several strokes of paper in definite or indefinite lines, where his pen met the screen of his computer at busy hours before all those stories were brought to life as some book, namely manga, working for another extra special hour.
Udai Tenma was not a familiar name before the Zombie Knight Zom'bish manga became as famous as it is now. He was just a normal citizen, an ordinary guy living within the framework of a normal story somewhere in Tokyo.
Although he no longer yearns for those days, for those who still remember, they might recognize him better by a nickname other than his real name. Call it The Little Giant.
With that name, youths familiar with the volleyball of his day would immediately raise an eyebrow, amused, welcoming with a sky-rocketing expectation in the face of that particular figure who in his days was revered for his outstanding ability despite a fairly obvious weakness. The very figure to conquer the orange court of the famously annual national’s spring high volleyball tournament with some player known as the crows.
But those days are over.
Just like the beginning of a fiction novel, the past was left behind and the reader moves on to the next chapters, looking forward to what might lie ahead.
Udai Tenma is one of those readers who diligently turns the pages of the life story that fate had written for him.
His days as the little giant had come to an end when he decided to turn to the next chapter. Now, he is in the chapter where he is just the ordinary Udai Tenma, the manga artist Udai Tenma, living up to the result of his hard work creating over twenty volumes of manga, and is currently and will always be struggling with deadlines from his editor.
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Udai-san, the deadline is tomorrow by seven am in the dot. Please don’t be late.
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Udai grimaced as he read Akaashi’s message from the notification bar of his phone.
It’s not that he will pretend to be on a temporary memory-lost something funnier.
He is working hard.
Despite almost swallowing some of his curly strands as his mouth is busy munching some chips, his hands are busy working on what he had to fix on the entire panel.
“That damn Akaashi really is a dictator. He’s such a sadist. He really is one.”
His hands take a slight pause, scooping up a handful of chips that are almost gone on the other side of the table and feeding himself. He is busy. Very busy. Munching and working on those panels at the same time.
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Udai could barely finish the latest volume of his Zombie Knight Zom'bish.
He grimaced at the fact that the editor is a sadistic perfectionist who alwa time, valuing time too much.
Of all the things that made him grimace more was how Akashi was always she looked like a pathetic misfit every time he handed in a new script.
At first glance, while waiting for Akashi to finish scanning the revised panels with his eagle eyes that always demanded the best of the best that he, as the artist, could come up with, Udai's feet shuffled anxiously under the table as his brain roamed, thinking about whether Akashi Keiji had ever once looked as pathetic as himself right now.
When Akashi Keiji is working as an editor, the room will be so quiet that Udai swears he could hear a needle dropping from the next room. Udai was even convinced that the charming editor had stppped breathing to look for mistakes that aren't worth publishing, to make sure that they wouldn't slip away from his eyes. But honestly, if anything, Udai couldn’t ask for someone better than Akaashi Keiji of all people.
One of the reasons would be that, "There are chips in the second drawer."
Udai had a bad habit of biting his finger as he waited patiently for the dearest editor to do his job scanning over the revised book. And Akashi, surprise surprise, apparently had gotten used to that bad habit of the manga artist, so, amusingly, he prepared the chips in his drawer. Knowing well that the artist had a high level of addiction to msg.
There will always be only a chip in the drawer and that's for Udai.
The curly-haired guy swears that Akashi is probably a hero who only ate healthy food on a daily basis, probably had been sworn over whatever good and bad throughout the heavens and the earth that he shouldn't eat chips.
Witnessing the way Akaashi Keiji being such a perfectionist that he is, making Udai almost lost the last trace of worthiness in himself.
If Akaashi Keiji is just a normal human being, then it should be that Udai Tenma is just a trash.
"Akaashi-san, you're indeed the most understanding person I've ever met in my life."
"Please eat something more proper at home, Udai-san."
Munching, Udai glanced at Akashi and replied, "I eat properly. It's just that, it's not complete if I don't get chips in a day. It's like my brain's freezing."
He held the chips solemnly in his lap while gazing out the window of Akashi's room.
Tokyo was slowly getting to start its bustling, busy morning as he would soon take a rest after this all was over.
"If you eat chips and work hard for the next volume, I don't have anything to say."
"I eat chips while working."
"You've always been on more chewing terms than drawing."
"For the record, I came just in time before the deadline, Akaashi-san. Let's not forget about that."
Udai ignored that Akashi sighed just after he spoke. It was the loudest and clearest he ever heard.
It was quiet for some time until Akaashi turned the last page and all the checks were completed.
Glancing at the table, Udai was still half-chewing when he asked, “Are you finished, Akaashi-san?”
Akaashi confirms, then adds, “If there are no obstacles, the publication will proceed as scheduled.”
Udai nods, “I guess I can rest now.”
“Please.”
Udai almost complains, but instead he helps himself to stand up and excused himself. “Then. I’ll go home and rest. Ja ne, Akaashi-san. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Udai had stepped away when Akaashi called out. So he stopped and turned back to the editor who immediately greeted him with a question.
“Are you free on the weekend?”
Udai frowns. He did not expect such a question coming from a guy at all.
“This weekend?”
Akaashi showed two tickets to Udai who was increasingly confused about what he was dealing with. “I got extra tickets for the theater show on the weekend.”
Udai paused for a moment, trying to figure out the best response in the midst of his confusion. Wait a minute. “We’re... going together?”
“No. I’m busy this weekend.”
Of course.
Udai feels betrayed by Akaashi’s flat, nonchalant answer. Something so obvious shouldn’t have been said out loud like that. And how do he explain this… he feels rejected and uncomfortable as his head went everywhere, to the most ridiculous things he could think of.
“You can go with anyone with those tickets.”
“Anyone?”
“Anyone. Someone of your friends or maybe your girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?”
Then Akaashi’s question came like a bolt of lightning, “You don’t have something like that?”
Udai laughed blandly. “No.”
His laughter was gone but a smile was forced to line his lips when he rewarded the editor with a more or less the same question. “Why don’t you take your girlfriend instead?”
“I told you I’d be busy this weekend.”
Udai was caught off guard. He was half taken aback when he asked, “You have a girlfriend, Akaashi-san?”
“Yes.”
“Eeeehh? But who?” It would not be an exaggeration to say that Udai was almost shrieking at that surprisingly unexpected fact.
But on the other hand, Akaashi was too casual about it.
“Of course it’s none of your business.” The editor responded. This time he added, “If you can’t take these tickets, you’d better go home and rest. Please reduce your eye bags by getting enough sleep and eating regularly. Your fansign is next month, Udai-san.”
Udai laughed, he shook his head as he said, “Akaashi-san, you must have been a strict nerd with an angelic heart.”
“Thank you. I don’t know if I have ever been a nerd for even once.”
“Geeeh.”
Akaashi’s brows lifted, watching the curly-haired manga artist, “hm?”
Udai turned after bowing very politely to Akaashi, forcing the editor to return the bow properly. He then excused himself politely and closed the door very quietly. Weekly Shonen employs one hell of an editor and it’s Akaashi Keiji.
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After a long and fairly strict process, the 22nd volume of Zombie Knight Zomb’ish was finally released. Reader responses were varied, but positive responses dominated. Then after all the process was over, the long awaited fansign that had been scheduled had come.
If asked about how familiar he is with fansigns—given that he is a manga artist—then Udai would honestly say that to this day he is still unfamiliar with some interaction with fans or fan service in modern words.
At his first fansign, Udai barely said anything and just kept his head down, focusing on the part where the fans came to ask him to sign their books. It wasn’t until Akaashi came whispering to him, telling him what he should say and do when his fans came, that Udai improved.
It wasn’t just a newfound nervousness. Since long time ago, Udai had never been very good with people. He had never really grasped the full feeling of being attached to his surroundings. Or maybe, he had, but only briefly.
Today, however, as the manga artist Udai Tenma, when he was confronted with fans lined up to wait their turn for just a few seconds with him, he had to overcome that weakness of his.
Sitting behind the the table was Udai, dressed more neatly than usual: not in a hoodie or plain t-shirt wrapped in his usual dark jacket, but in a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair, well... his hair remained in its usual style. Only, this time, he tried his best to avoid Mr. Akaashi always-demanding-the-best-of-what-one-can-give Keiji protests by styling his hair a bit neater.
From beside the desk where he sat, it was Akaashi who stood watching him like an owl from time to time.
“Good afternoon, thank you for coming and reading Zombie Knight Zomb’ish!”
In front of him was a quiet middle school student, reminiscent of the days when he was a student: the aloof, hostile, not really stood out, high-schooler Udai Tenma.
Udai wrote down that fan’s name after he spelled it and signed in the same place as where he signed it to the fan before him after learning that he had no special requests. Just like that, the youngster excused himself quickly from the spotlight. Udai was intrigued by the bit of the past that the fan brought before him, catching a little fragment of himself that used to hate attention in more or less the same way.
His smile lingered as he greeted the next fan who was surprisingly excited to meet him. Without prompting, she expressed her thoughts on his work. It was always pleasant to hear some people express their likeness about how good his works are, but to hear someone passionately declare an addiction to his work was something quite ridiculous and amusing.
Just before security let the next fan in, from behind came Akaashi who commented, “At least that person won’t be having an msg overdose.”
Udai still had a chance to reply, “Come on! It’s not that I’m addicted to some weirder things.”
“Alright. Please turn around and say hello to your fans, Udai-san.”
Udai returned to being the manga artist his fans had been eager to meet.
“Good afternoon. Thank you for coming and thank you for always reading Zombie Knight Zomb'ish!”
Udai didn’t expect that someone would talk about anything other than how much they loved and appreciated his work. He did not expect that the day would come when one of his fans would say something about him.
“Seeing you in person really amazed me. You have a very handsome face and a very sweet personality.”
“Eh?”
Udai almost stopped when he realized that of all people, he was the one who objected most to what was said about him instead of feeling grateful that one of his many fans was saying nice things about him in person. No, instead he was amused at himself blushing over the unsubstantiated accusation.
He swore he wanted to say something in his defense if only their time was not up and he had to attend to the next fan immediately. In the end, in a low tone under his breath, Udai said, “You must have the wrong person.”
Behind him, he caught an amused huff that made him take the time to slightly threaten the dreamy editor through his gaze. He had just enough time to return before the next fan arrived, more than enough to hear how the first thing the fan noticed was that the very editor standing behind him had a cute face.
That was definitely not something new. It was no secret that Akaashi had a charming face that attracted attention from the moment Udai first met him. As a man, Udai admitted that Akaashi had everything that made him worthy of being called a handsome man: a certain amount of coolness, a charming face, a serious and hardworking tendency in everything he did, a dexterity that he picked up from his days as a setter at one of Tokyo’s powerschools, and a fashion sense that was definitely a ladies’ delight. But definitely not with how fans express Akaashi Keiji in their dictionary.
Udai swore that he desperately had to hold back his laughter when the fan said that Akaashi looked like a baby owl.
If only Udai had enough time to pull out his cell phone, he would have taken a picture of Akaashi blushing. A super rare sight.
From then on, after the fansign, Udai started bringing up the fan’s words. It was clear to see how the strict editor Akaashi Keiji was caught off-guard by a fan praising him out of the blue.
At lunchtime, Udai didn’t stop teasing Akaashi about it, being so serious when stating that soon, the editor might be getting his own fans, or might soon be holding his own fansign considering that, at the end of the fansign, some fans had gathered and questioned whether the editor-san could get into the photo.
After quite happily colonizing Akaashi with the childishness he suddenly developed at the last minute, Udai excused himself and went to the toilet.
When he finished, Udai was walking at a leisurely pace. But fate wrote something different by still making him bump into someone even at the most leisure pace he took, even when he made sure that he paid attention to his surroundings this time.
Right in front of the corridor, a cell phone fell to the floor, followed by its owner he had just bumped into who immediately bent down to apologize and immediately followed to pick up her cell phone at the same time as Udai who also rushed to grab the phone for her.
Udai did not immediately get up when his eyes caught something he did not expect. Something unfamiliar yet familiar and warm in his memory. He stopped when the person he bumped into walked past him.
The sound of her footsteps gradually moving further away from her back, then stopped.
Seconds slowed in his world. The bustling sounds of the shopping center were drowned out by the silence that suddenly erupted through this unexpected coincidence. His heartbeat slowed down as if accounting for every second that passed. Inside his head, questions about this and that swirled around. He was not exaggerating anything to say that his world had once a blizzard. When the voice came, the snow in his world melted away, forcibly driven away with the unfamiliar warmth of spring bursting from the bottom of his chest when the voice rang in his ears.
“Udai... san?”
There were a few seconds that he missed before he helped himself to turn around, welcoming a presence he never dared to expect to be anywhere before his eyes.
His world turned into a black and white panel as all the color he knew returned to the girl.
“You’re... Udai-san, right? Udai Tenma-san. Right?”
Udai knew what name he would call, what he would say when his senses reconnected with that presence. Her.
He swallowed, swallowing all the feelings that came together in this unexpected encounter, trying to stem them with a little courage to open his voice.
“Sasaki?”
Sasaki Tsubasa, the one who is staring at him with a glimmer of newly flushed pleasure in her eyes. Her smile amused. Her eyes warm. Steadily, not awkward like him, she helped herself to face him properly.
“Oh. It’s really you, Udai-san.”
The time her smile bloomed, his world that once was a black and white panel, turned colorful. Just like when cherry blossoms bloomed during the first day of spring, she was there to color everything again.
“Thankfully, I didn’t get the wrong person.”
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next chapter coming soon.
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On a rainy day like today, Akaashi loves to cuddle up with you and read a book. At the end of every chapter, you get another soft forehead kiss 💋
#rainy day thoughts#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu headcanons#🌸 fluff#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x oc#❤️ akaashi
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Akaashi Keiji x Rin Kento oc
Band oc
The dim street light cast a warm glow on the wet pavement as I walked, my boots leaving deep impressions with each step. The air was heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and a hint of something sweet wafting from the bakery down the block. Pulling my black cap, making sure it's fastened on me, I quickened my pace, eager to reach my destination. There was something about this place that always made me feel alive, like I could be anyone or anything I wanted to be.
As I turned the corner, I spotted the familiar glow of the neon sign: The Rock Up. It was a quaint little venue, nestled between two abandoned warehouses, but it had a charm all its own. Tonight, the music was so loud it vibrated through the walls, beckoning me inside like a siren song. Without hesitation, I pushed open the creaky door and stepped into the electric atmosphere.
The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sweet scent of sweat, but I didn't mind. I was here for the music, and the music was everything. The stage was barely visible through the throng of bodies, but I could make out the silhouettes of the band members as they thrashed about, lost in the moment.
I made my way through the crowd, careful not to spill my drink as I navigated the sea of flailing limbs. I could feel the energy pulsing through me, matching the rhythm of the music. I looked around, taking in the mix of people around me: some were here to just have a good time, others were here because they were friends with the band, and then there were those like me, who just couldn't get enough of the music.
The band took a break between sets, and I took advantage of the lull to grab another drink from the makeshift bar. As I waited, I scanned the crowd for familiar faces, but tonight everyone seemed to be strangers. It was liberating in a way, being able to lose myself in the music and the crowd without worrying about what anyone else thought.
As the band set up for their second set, the energy in the room seemed to surge again, as if we were all holding our breath waiting for them to start playing. The lead singer, a girl not much older than me, took her place at the mic and flashed a crooked smile before launching into the first song. Her voice was raw and powerful, echoing through the club like thunder.
I found myself getting lost in the music again, moving to the beat and letting the rhythm take control of my body. The sweaty press of bodies against me didn't bother me as much as it normally would; tonight, it felt like we were all connected by this invisible thread of sound and emotion.
The bass player, a guy with tattoos crawling up his arms, caught my eye as he switched between standing and kneeling, his fingers a blur of motion as he plucked at the strings. There was something so raw and animalistic about the way he played, as if he were channeling the energy of the crowd through his instrument. I couldn't help but feel a small spark of envy for his talent.
The rest of the band seemed to feed off of each other's energy, building the music higher and higher, taking us all on a journey through their soundscape. I closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me, losing myself in the haze of lights and sound. For a moment, it felt like I was a part of something bigger than myself, like I belonged here, on this stage, with these people.
As the set came to an end, the lead singer stepped back from the mic, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, drowning out the tinny music from the speakers. I clapped along, feeling a small swell of pride for the band, for their talent and their dedication. But as the last note faded away, reality came rushing back in, and I remembered why I was really here.
With a sigh, I glanced at my phone. It was well past midnight, and I had to be up in a few hours to catch the bus to school. The thought of facing another day of gym class and math tests was enough to make me want to stay here, lost in the music and the crowd. But I knew I couldn't.
I pushed my way through the throng of people, careful not to spill my now-empty drink on anyone, and made my way toward the exit. As I fought my way past the last few revelers, I felt a pang of regret, knowing that I wouldn't be able to see the band play their encore. They were so talented, and they deserved a bigger audience than just this dingy little club.
But alas, it wasn't meant to be. School would have to take priority, at least for now. With a sigh, I stepped out into the cool night air, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. The city lights twinkled like stars above me, and the air was thick with the sounds of car horns and distant music.
I started the long walk to the bus stop, my feet moving automatically through the familiar streets. My thoughts drifted back to the band, and I couldn't help but wonder if they'd find their way out of the small-time gigs and into something bigger. They deserved it, they really did.
As I neared the bus stop, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. It wasn't just the band that I was thinking of; it was me too. I wanted more out of life, wanted to be part of something bigger and more meaningful. But with my father constantly breathing down my neck, always reminding me of my place in the world, it felt like those dreams were impossibly out of reach.
He was always so critical of my interests, of my friends. He didn't understand why I liked to play guitar, why I liked to go to shows, why I didn't want to settle down and get married and have kids right out of high school like my older sister had. He didn't understand that there was more to life than just that.
As the bus pulled up to the stop, I took one last look back down the street, wondering if I'd ever find the courage to break free from my father's expectations and forge my own path in life. It was a daunting thought, but I knew deep down that it was what I wanted, what I needed, to be truly happy.
#wattpad#akaashi keiji x reader#haiykuu#oc#akaashi keiji#haikyuu#haikyu x reader#anime#anime x reader#wattpad books#fanfiction#bokuto koutarou#Spotify
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The Brothers Black, Regulus Black x fem!reader, slight angst, fluff- @sufferingstarlight
A Snake and his Little Bird, Regulus Black x fem!sunshine!reader, some angst, hurt/comfort- @robynlilyblack
Regulus Black Masterlist- @messers-moony
Deadly Favors, Theseus Scamander x gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @spideyharrington
The Legend of Vox Machina (Critical Role)
(Untitled proposal fic), Percy de Rolo x gn!reader, fluff- @saphirered
Floriography, Percy de Rolo x fem!OC, fluff- @leopardfang15
In the Glade, Percy de Rolo x gn!reader, fluff- @finn-writes-stuff
Mha
Your Soldier, Knight!Takami Keigo x Princess!reader, Royalty AU, fluff- @livlivlivliv
Crimson and Cloves, Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader, Hanahaki AU, angst- @gcpards
(Untitled drabble), Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader, so much angst, major character death, fluff ending- @alienaiver
Iida Tenya Masterlist, CONTAINS SOME SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED- @lovinkiri
Haikyuu
HQ Masterlist- @215-luv
HQ Imagines Masterlist- @arhvste
(Untitled drabble), Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader, fluff- @kentolove
Touch-Averse, Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ending- @watevermelon
You Look Pretty When You Do the Laundry, Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader, fluff- @otoyastoy
I Need to Talk to You, Akaashi Keiji x fem!reader, fluff- @otoyastoy
JuJutsu Kaisen
Sweet Love, Nanami Kento x gn!reader, fluff- @haruchuiyo
Kitchen Charm, Domestic!Nanami Kento x gn!reader, fluff- @itsfairly
Masterlist, CONTAINS SOME SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED- @kentosbabes
rich bf nanami headcannons, Nanami Kento x impliedfem!reader, fluff- @kiyoily
Star Wars
If Only pt. 1 (part 2 is linked), Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader, angst- @make-me-imagine
(Untitled breakup drabble), Poe Dameron x gn!reader, angst- @never—doubt
The Arrival of the Pilots, Poe Dameron x gn!reader, mild angst, fluff- @gawaaine
Twilight
Insomnia, Jasper Hale x fem!human!reader, fluff- @junkdrawerfics
Heartbeat, Jasper Hale x fem!human!reader, fluff- @3vergr3en
Squid Game
Eliminated, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, fluff- @sweetenercode
Dating HCs, Hwang Junho x fem!not korean!reader, fluff- @sophiewritesworld
The World Will Suffer, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, angst- @philomaay
Dating HCs, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, fluff- @saebyeoked
Real People
when you fall asleep, Chris Evans x actress!reader, fluff- @imyourbratzdoll
#fic rec#rec list#skz fic recs#vox machina#tlovm#tlovm fic recs#regulus black#regulus black fic recs#Poe Dameron#Poe Dameron fic recs#x reader fic recs#Skz x reader#regulus black x reader#poe dameron x reader
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•-------Masterpost--------•
Requests: Closed!
Art Requests: Open!
Twitch: Link
Discord: Link
Wild Kratt's Discord: Link
Commissions: Link
•----------------Info------------------•
I do not write NSFW! That excludes bondage (heavy, perhaps mild), nudity, and adult activities, jokes are a completely different matter.
Please make sure to read the list below every so often to make sure if one of my fandoms are still active or not, I will be updating it every time I make a new fic or read/watch something new.
Remember I'm only one person, if I take long to do your request, it most likely will be due to personal life issues, my entire life doesn't need the internet.
If you disrespect my friend's rules/boundaries, just know if you come to me, I may not do your ask for a long while, for if you hurt a friend of mine, I'll not take that lightly.
More may be added in future.
•--------------Fandoms--------------•
Will Never Take Off: 👀
Most Into: 💖
Average: 💗
Like But Won't Write For: ❤
Not Into Currently: 💔
Will Write For: ✍
Won't Write For: 🤚
Still Playing/Watching: 🤳
Play/Watch List: 👁
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•---------------Anime----------------•
Dororo: 👀✍
BSD: 💖✍
Haikyuu!!: 💗✍
TBHK: 💗🤚
Black Butler: 👁🤚
Demon Slayer: 👀✍
Spy x Family: 🤳✍
Nanbaka: 👁✍
One Piece: 🤳✍
Komi Can't Communicate: 🤳✍
FMAB: 🤳✍
MHA: 🤳✍
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•---------------Game----------------•
Genshin Impact: 💖✍
Honkai Star Rail: 👁🤚
Skyrim: ❤🤚
Ace Attorney: 👀✍
Obey Me: 💗✍
PjSekai: 💔🤚
Misao: 💗✍
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
•----------------Show----------------•
HTTYD: 💖✍
TOH: ❤🤚
Ninjago: 💖✍
Puss 'N Boots: 💖✍
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•--------------Webtoon--------------•
Batman Wayne Family Adventures: 💖🤳✍
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•-------------Masterlist--------------•
Let The Stars Guide You (Lee!Reader/Ler!Xiao)
Departure Day (Lee!Senjuro/Ler!Kyojuro)
How To Train Your Owl (Lee!Bokuto/Ler!Akaashi)
Ango's Weakness (Lee!Ango/Ler!Reader)
Upper 1 & 2's Secret (Switches!Douma & Kokushibo/Ler!Akaza)
Dazai's Troublesome Day (Lee!Dazai/Lers!Atsushi & Akutagawa)
Cackly Cords (Lee!Zane/Lers!Cole & Pixal) (Collab w/ @jettorii)
Mushi-Madness (Lee!Reader/Ler!Mushitarou)
Sun Dials & Wails (Lee!Tengen/Ler!Kyojuro)
Knight In Shining Armour (Lee!Rui/Ler!Tsukasa)
Wonderous Ways (Lee!Xiao/Ler!Lumine)
Lying Lawyer (Lee!Phoenix/Ler!Edgeworth)
Boo Boo's & Laughter (Switches!Anya & Loid/Ler!Yor
High Horizons (Lee!Venti/Ler!Lisa)
Butterflies Bounty (Lee!Tomioka/Ler!Kocho)
A Book's Purpose (Lee!Yanfei/Ler!Hu Tao)
Best Day Off Ever (Lee!Chuuya/Ler!Reader) (Dani's Birthday Fic)
Late Night Sorrows (Lee!Reader/Ler!Mushitaro)
A Proxy's Memories (Lee!Toby/Ler!Slender)
Silent Kicks (Lee!Tadano/Ler!Komi
Tripping Up (Lee!Roy/Ler!Riza)
A Magician's Trick (Lee!Ferminet/Lers!Lynette & Lyney)
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Near The Wood Fire (Lee!Jason Todd/Ler!Sakura)
Finding His Voice (Lee!Hyakkimaru/Ler!Mio)
•-----------------Art-----------------•
Lee!Jacqui(OC)
Lee!Edward Elric(FMAB)
#natalie writez#sfw tickle community#sfw tk community#tk community#sfw tk blog#tickle content#tickle fluff#tickle fic#tk fic#bsd tickle#haikyuu tickle#genshin tickle#ace attorney tickle#pjsekai tickle#demon slayer tickle#ninjago tickle#fmab tickle
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FLIGHT 231218 : rollingubeomgyu ⋆ ★
hello everyone! i am finally opening my account as a writing blog and i will try to start officially writing! my old works are NOT going to be archived since idk.. they were a social experiment..?
ANYHOW! WELCOME TO MY INTRO!
i'm ren, a filipino artist, writer, voice actor, and stan of a lot of things! my timezone is gmt+8 and school is an asshole so maybe i might update slowly.. (never posted that akaashi fanfic lol, i forgot about the plot)
my number one skill is procrastinating! if not writing. i guess. HAHAHAHA. anyway..
I WILL MAINLY BE WRITING FOR. . .
[self inserts or oc] & [ships]
may include: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slight suggestive but no smut.
> haikyuu!!
> kpop
including , , , seventeen, tomorrow x together, enhypen and astro
> genshin impact
and... not only that, but i accept requests! just go to my requests/inbox and you can drop anything there! like anything, like any side stories to oneshots i'll write, or ideas, or just hang by! doesn't need to be a request :) also yes, i will take anons for this account and i actually don't.. request on other people's pages so you'll just find me here. i'm very sneaky as a reader.
ANYWAY!
aside from my main fandoms, requests are open to...
> my hero academia
> demon slayer
> project sekai
> other kpop groups other than those mentioned (if i'm not familiar with them, i might not be able to do it, but i will try!)
> spiderverse (check out @nicostenz he's awesome)
> mcyt
but, i will strictly state this.
DREAM STANS/PEOPLE WHO SUPPORT DREAM IN ANY WAY, DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ACCOUNT.
(i will be very nitpicky with MCYT requests, because of drama/problematic creators, and since i haven't been in the fandom for a long time running since i left TT.)
want a free blog suggestion though? @checkingunpowderpower she's the best y'all
[fun fact though, i've been a technoblade fangirl for 3-4 years already, crazy, right? RIP :') i love people who still write for him (to honor his memory) and maybe you'll see a techno fic here. idk. ]
probably won't see me writing. . .
> anything nsfw, incest, lolicon, noncon, etc.
> marvel
I HAVE REASONS OKAY I'M NOT AS EDUCATED AS @siennafrxst when it comes to the topic and I DON'T WANNA BUTCHER YOUR FAVS anyway visit her account
> anything illegal bruh please 😂🫵
ANYONE IS WELCOME IN MY ACCOUNT! js dont be weird lol i dont write smut though i read dont call me out on that 💞
SEE YOU GUYS AROUND!
— all rights reserved to rollingubeomgyu. 2023
#tomorrow x together#seungcheol fluff#scoups fluff#beomgyu x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#junhui x reader#hoshi x reader#soonhoon#minwon#jeongcheol#wonwoo x reader#woozi#woozi x reader#minghao x reader#junhao#mingyu x reader#mingyu#dokyeom x reader#seoksoo#vernon#vernon x reader#seungkwan#seungkwan x reader#dino x reader#lee chan#seventeen x reader#seventeen#yeonjun#soobin
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† ABOUT THE WRITER !
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♱
XANJYL⠀or⠀BTS RAPLINE’s #1 STAN (CANON)⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀✶ nineteen. he!xe. boricua. your stereotypical mean lesbian !
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⟡
⠀⠀⠀“ my name? mf there’s too many, next question. ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ wattpad † tiktok † instagram
♱⠀PRIVADO⠀ᵎᵎ
VENOM⠀⟡⠀benji. evren. venix. yociel. czar. certified milf pursuer. graphic designer. born n raised new yorker. aspiring sugar momma. miles morales’ cousin. hobie brown’s unprovoked sidekick. professional makima & himeno hater. irl gwenpool. venom realest best friend. ava ayala in the flesh. diagnosed bpd pill popper. keeho’s secret bsf. ricky’s boss baby. yunjin’s needy.
BLOG⠀⟡⠀is for hispanic/latines that never see themselves in either oc's or readers, mainly because they’re always white and don't have culture. it is also for my tall chica’s who never get representation in media, aside from the tall girl movie where they weaponized her height until the last 30 mins of that god forsaken film. so bienvenidos mis amores.
♱⠀MI VIDAS⠀ᵎᵎ
TWIZZY’S⠀⟡⠀hobie brown. nagi seishiro. katsuki bakugo. keiji akaashi. yuuji itadori. maki zenin. ava ayala. america chavez. aña corazón. miles morales. shoyo hinata. takemichi hanegaki. hinata tachibana. denji hayakawa. chigiri hyoma.
MIS QUERIDAS⠀⟡⠀adri. mia. mula. lin. via. aster. riah. zeph. amy. cori. zayi. lulu. anahi. bri. naomi. mars. raj. dawn. rissy. sol.
REPLAY⠀⟡⠀chief keef. yeat. kanii. lijay. koto. odetari. cade clair. ken carson. playboi carti. a boogie. d4vd. ice spice. kendrick lamar. lil uzi vert. 2pac. biggie. labrinth. joji. monaleo. flomilli. glorilla. megan thee stallion. kehlani. young ma. ski mask the slump god. kali uchis. melanie martinez. mitski. rae sremmurd. bad bunny. daddy yankee. pierce the veil. zion & lennox. hector & tito. selena. baby metal. bts. e’last. piwon. ateez. txt. le sserafim. new jeans. xdinary heroes. onlyoneof. wonho. jiae. zb1. insane clown posse.
♱⠀PREFERIDO⠀ᵎᵎ
ANIMANGAS⠀⟡⠀attack on titan. god of high school. jujutsu kaisen. classroom of the elite. soul eater. chainsaw man. blue lock. gangsta. tokyo revengers. haikyuu. demon slayer. death note. hunter x hunter. sailor moon. angels of death.
COMFORT LOSERS⠀⟡⠀venom. miles morales. takemichi hanegaki. michael afton. yuuji itadori. denji hayakawa. suzune horikita. mikasa ackerman. mori jin. black star. meguru bachira. nicolas brown. aran ojiro. suma uzui. misa amane. killua zoldyck. usagi tsukino. isaac foster. katsuki bakugo.
♱⠀ESCRIBE⠀ᵎᵎ
BASICS⠀⟡⠀i always write tall (6'2), indigenous taíno puerto rican oc's for my stories. only time i won't is when a request specifically asks for an unlabeled reader, or a specific type of reader that doesn't correlate with my typical one.
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Welcome!
Hello! This is my fanfiction recommendation blog. The fics in this blog were written by various authors from AO3, Quotev, and Tumblr. If you're looking for fics posted on Wattpad, please go to my Wattpad profile and check out my reading lists.
This blog isn't dedicated to any particular fandom, so don't be fooled by whatever my blog's current theme is. I post what I like. My main criterion to determine whether or not I post a fic here is whether or not I want to reread a fic someday. I'm a simple woman. (This blog is basically my library.)
Most of the fanfictions here are female reader or OC inserts. It's quite rare for me to post character/character fics because it's also rare for me to read character/character fics. Also, most, if not all, ships are straight. If they're supposed to be a gay ship, one of them is probably genderbent. Sorry. If that's not your cup of tea, you're free to click/tap away. Additionally, some fics may include dark content. If you don't know how to define that, maybe you shouldn't be looking at this blog. As always, you're free to leave if you don't like such fics.
Fandoms, characters and ships available (in alphabetical order, mostly):
[Note: To look for fics more efficiently, type the character/ship/fandom name in the search bar. Look for the name you used in the search bar in the tags of the results/posts. Click on the tag.
TLDR: Search by tags instead of just looking up the name using the search bar.]
Assassination Classroom | Anatsu Kyoushitsu (ASSCLASS)
Akabane Karma
Avatar: The Last Airbender (ATLA)
Zuko
Avatar: The Legend of Korra (LOK)
Mako
Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, The (TBOSAS) | The Hunger Games (THG)
Coriolanus Snow
Black Butler | Kuroshitsuji (BB)
Alois Trancy
Ciel Phantomhive
Sebastian Michaelis
BTS
Kim Namjoon
Kim Seokjin
Min Yoongi
Jung Hoseok
Park Jimin
Kim Taehyung
Jeon Jungkook
DC
Batfamily & Batsis
Bruce Wayne
Damian Wayne
Damian Wayne / Mar'i Grayson (Demonfire)
Jason Todd
Kaldur'ahm
Kyle Rayner
Dick Grayson
Roy Harper
Folk of the Air, The (TFOTA)
Jude Duarte / Cardan Greenbriar (Jurdan)
Genshin Impact (GI)
Diluc Ragnvindr
Haikyuu!!
Akaashi Keiji
Bokuto Koutarou
Hinata Shouyou
Hoshiumu Kourai
Iwaizumi Hajime
Kozume Kenma
Kuroo Tetsurou
Meian Shuugo
Miya Atsumu
Miya Osamu
Oikawa Tooru
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Sawamura Daichi
Sugawara Koushi
Suna Rintarou
Tsukishima Kei
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Harry Potter (HP) | Marauders
Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy / Hermione Granger (Dramione)
James Potter
James Potter / Female Regulus Black (Jegulus)
Regulus Black
Remus Lupin
Sirius Black
Harry Potter: Magic Awakened (HPMA)
Daniel Page
Hogwarts Legacy (HPHL)
Ominis Gaunt
Sebastian Sallow
Honkai: Star Rail
Dan Heng / Stelle (Danstelle)
Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK)
Fushiguro Megumi
Fushiguro Toji
Getou Suguru
Gojou Satoru
Kamo Chousou
Nanami Kento
Ryoumen Sukuna
Little Women
Theodore "Laurie" Laurence
Marvel | Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)
Bucky Barnes
Loki
Peter Parker
Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir (MLB)
Adrien Agreste
My Hero Academia | Boku no Hero Academia (MHA | BNHA)
Amajiki Tamaki
Bakugou Katsuki
Shinsou Hitoshi
Takami Keigo
Todoroki Shouto
Todoroki Touya | Dabi
Night Manager, The
Jonathan Pine
Percy Jackson and the Olympians (PJO) | Riordanverse | Heroes of Olympus (HOO)
Apollo / Female Percy Jackson (Perpollo)
Female Percy Jackson
Percy Jackson
Shadowhunter Chronicles, The (TSC)
Jem Carstairs / Tessa Gray (Jessa)
Jem Carstairs / Tessa Gray / Will Herondale (Herongraystairs)
Tessa Gray / Will Herondale (Wessa)
SPY x FAMILY (SXF)
Loid Forger / Yor Briar Forger (Twiyor)
Tears of Themis (TOT)
Artem Wing
Luke Pearce
Marius von Hagen
Vyn Richter
TOKYO REVENGERS (TOKREV)
Sano "Mikey" Manjirou
TOMORROW X TOGETHER (TXT)
Choi Yeonjun
Twisted Wonderland (TWST)
Ace Trappola
Azul Ashengrotto
Cater Diamond
Deuce Spade
Epel Felmier
Floyd Leech
Idia Shroud
Jack Howl
Jade Leech
Jamil Viper
Kalim Al-Asim
Leona Kingscholar
Lilia Vanrouge
Malleus Draconia
Riddle Rosehearts
Rook Hunt
Ruggie Bucchi
Sebek Zigvolt
Silver
Trey Clover
Vil Schoenheit
Umbrella Academy, The (TUA)
Five Hargreeves
Wonka
Willy Wonka
There are more fics of certain fandoms and there are more fics of certain characters. Nonetheless, as long as they're listed above, there's at least one (1) fanfiction of them in here somewhere.
Happy reading! <3
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0NE NATI0N UNDER BL00D AND H0NEY
SERIES MASTERLIST: HAIKYUU FULL-LENGTH FIC
synopsis. At an all-women's college, soldiers take siege during martial law.
aesthetics. psychological thriller, 80's/90's japan. haikyuu!! soldiers vs. female students, martial law, hostages, war-torn society, dark academia, stockholm syndrome, military AU, tragedy, loss, angst
warnings. EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors + under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // GRAPHIC CONTENT // PHYSICAL VIOLENCE // nsfw, abuse, twisted and toxic relationships, stockholm syndrome
pairing. various haikyuu boys x multiple f! characters
authors note. this is my attempt to bring more full-length fics to this fandom and explore more depth with multiple original female characters instead of x reader. one-shot x readers … i’m tired
auth. note 2. links go to ao3 because i’m not putting myself through the hell of posting a full fic on this site
status: ongoing
CHAPTER LIST ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━
01 ━━ WIND BEFORE THE STORM: AKAASHI, BOKUTO
02 ━━ WE'LL SAVE YOU: MATSUKAWA, IWAIZUMI
03 ━━ CALL US LUCKY: IWAIZUMI, MATSUKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, MEIAN, ENNOSHITA
04 ━━ CAN'T SAVE YOU NOW: ENNOSHITA, OSAMU, KAGEYAMA, IWAIZUMI
05 ━━ NOWHERE TO CALL HOME: IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, AONE
06 ━━ SO MUCH INNOCENCE: ENNOSHITA, MATSUKAWA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, AKAASHI, ATSUMU
07 ━━ NIGHT HAS COME: BOKUTO, AKAASHI, TANAKA, ATSUMU, MEIAN, MATSUKAWA, OIKAWA
08 ━━ tbd
09 ━━ tbd
10 ━━
11 ━━
#haikyuu longfic#tw noncon#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x oc#haikyuu x reader#akaashi keiji#bokuto koutarou#matsukawa issei#iwaizumi hajime#daichi sawamura#meian shuugo#ennoshita chikara#osamu miya#kageyama tobio#oikawa tooru#tanaka ryuunosuke#miya atsumu
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Panels. | Series
panel. in manga art, panels refers to the frame that wraps around one moment in time.
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an original Haikyū AU pairing Udai Tenma (the og little giant)
warning!!: containing some manga content.
word count: 6790
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Panel - 8
Udai sat at his desk, the dim light of the lamp casting a warm glow over his workspace. His fingers flicked across the keyboard, jotting down notes and ideas as they came to him.
He was working hard on the rough sketch of the whole plot twist, and his enthusiasm for the story had reached new heights. He felt like a conductor, orchestrating the characters and events of his manga into a grand symphony of emotion and excitement.
The idea of a human organization behind the outbreak of zombies had opened up a new world of possibilities for him, and he was determined to make the most of it.
Udai’s mind raced with possibilities as he sketched out the rough outline of the new plot twist. He added notes about how the organization would interact with the other characters, and how it would affect the climax of the story.
As he worked, Udai felt a great sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was creating something unique and exciting. He had always loved manga, and now he was finally making one of his own.
But at the same time, he felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He knew that he had to make the story work, had to craft characters and situations that would keep readers intrigued and engaged.
Udai worked through the night, barely stopping to eat or rest. He was consumed by his vision, and he knew that he had to do everything he could to bring it to life.
As morning approached, Udai put down his pen and leaned back, admiring his handiwork. The rough sketch was complete, and he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him.
Udai had barely slept a wink, so consumed was he with his rough sketch of the plot twist.
Satisfied with his accomplishment, Udai took his phone out and took a photo of his work which he sent to his editor.
To : Akaashi Keiji
05.51 - *attachment*
05.52 - Perfectly wrapped!! >.<
Udai was still surprised by the fact that his editor would even still be there to reply to him in the early morning, still wondering what time he actually woke up.
From : Akaashi Keiji
05.54 - Congratulations.
However, even being a super fast-responding editor, there was no excitement that he could capture from his reply. Akaashi Keiji was indeed a flat man, unsurprisingly. Udai vowed to bet that so far, he had only ever seen two punctuation marks on any of his messages. Well, it wasn’t like he expected a message to be more expressive.
To : Akaashi Keiji
05.55 - Let’s meet, Akaashi-san!
05.55 - I’ll show you the details and everything. You’re definitely gonna love it for 120%, Akaashi-san!!
05.56 - And please show some excitement to cheer me up -_-
From : Akaashi Keiji
05.58 - I’m excited.
Exactly.
To : Akaashi Keiji
05.59 - I’ll meet you up at 7 or 8 in café B
05.59 - Give me some time to at least pretty myself before meeting you. I need to look competent.
From : Akaashi Keiji
06.00 - At seven, in café B.
Udai sighed, “As expected from our Akaashi Task-Focus Keiji-san.”
As soon as the sun had risen, Udai was already on his way to meet with Akaashi at the scheduled time. He couldn’t wait to show off what he'd created.
As he sat in the café, sipping on a warm cup of coffee, Udai could feel the excitement building up inside him. He pulled out his sketch and slid it across the table to Akaashi.
“Good morning, Akaashi-san! Good day today!”
Akaashi greeted with his casual trademark politely, “Good morning, Udai-san.”
Although Akaashi may seem ignorant and strict, he was actually a nice guy on the other side. It was no surprise that he took the time to order another coffee in advance. Saving Udai the hassle of wasting time queuing up alongside the formal office hours chasers lining up before the ordering counter, not to mention that he pretty much knew what Udai would order and ordered that.
But, honestly, Udai was still wondering if Akaashi was really that considerate or if all along, it was just something he did to save time. Remembering that they were here about work, and Akaashi Keiji is Akaashi Task-Focus Keiji in the first place.
After some simple pleasantries, Udai pulled out a tab and handed it to Akaashi. Then, those hopeful seconds rolled around.
Akaashi took a sip of his own coffee and studied Udai’s work, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Udai waited eagerly for his reaction, hoping for praise and approval.
But instead, Akaashi was quiet for a long time. Finally, he spoke.
“Alright. I’m done reading.” Akaashi said, taking a sip of his coffee.
Udai nodded, shifting closer so that he could get what significant change to hear Akaashi clearer. His little notebook was ready, a pen was ready on his mark.
“First off, I think the pacing could be improved. The introduction of the human organization behind the outbreak should be more gradual, to build suspense and tension.”
Udai frowned in concentration. Pen brushing against the paper of his notebook as he writes everything his editor was mentioning thoroughly. His eyes distractedly scanning over the panel that Akaashi was talking about.
“I see,” he said, “what else, Akaashi-san?”
Akaashi took another sip of his coffee before continuing. “Also, I think the character motivations need to be clearer. Right now, they feel a bit muddled and inconsistent.”
Udai felt a sense of frustration. He thought he'd understood his characters perfectly, but now it seemed like he had to go back to the drawing board.
“I see…” he paused, thinking about something, then nodded, “I get it,” he said.
Akaashi leaned back in his chair. “That’s all from me.”
Udai nodded.
“But don’t worry, Udai-san. These are small tweaks that can be easily fixed. And besides, the overall concept of the story is still strong. I think you have something special here.”
Udai took a deep breath, feeling a bit reassured. Akaashi was right — the story was still rough around the edges, but it had the potential to be great. They’ve talked about this before and agreed that this was a promising twist to end the whole story with.
“I sure get it, Editor-san.”
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Udai let out a sigh as he rummaged through his drawer, searching for a pen. But as he dug deeper, his hands brushed against something soft and familiar
A small, old notebook, brown in color.
Udai felt a pang of nostalgia as he picked up the notebook, the one he used to carry with him everywhere back then in highschool. It was quite a multifunctional notebook as it could be something he would write some scratches of mathematical scribble or just something he would use to fool his Japanese teacher about his invisible homework. And then, he also uses this small notebook to pour some fragments of his lame, cringe, stupid ideas as just an inexperienced high-schooler.
The panels that filled some of the pages were fading, fragile with time. The once vibrant images that filled the empty panels have almost disappeared, no longer echoing those voices he remembered in the back of his mind.
As he flipped through the pages, memories flooded back to him—of his first ever manga to be created; the first one he was dared to share the public with, while on the other side of the fragile page was a sketch that once he tried so hard to hide from Akaashi.
Her. His first ever drawing of Tsubasa, his first inspiration, the main protagonist of his first manga.
He remembered it.
It was nothing more like his current work with all the darkness and grayness of zombies and conflicts that are hard to digest. Back then, his first manga was a cringe-worthy story about a schoolboy romance ignited by the feelings that blossomed in pink.
Unlike Zombie Knight that sold hundreds of millions of copies worldwide, his first manga was only rewarded with a small panel at the end of a weekly newspaper, the result of his gambling with fate that won him a lucky break.
About his first manga, Udai never said that he was particularly skillful, or that the story was particularly good. Instead, there were many weaknesses in his first manga. But back then, everything was pink, because beside him, there was always a warm whisper of reminder to always appreciate himself.
She had been there with him during those early days, encouraging him and supporting him when he was just starting out.
How cruel time had been.
It consumed all the panels containing the fragments of his ideas on those fragile sheets, yet, it seemed reluctant to take away the depiction of his first love, as if it was determined to keep punishing him with agony.
His chest ached, tight with regret that he could not put into words. Even a thousand apologies would not be able to contain his regret for what he could not repeat.
About the last time, yes, Udai was surprised because he didn’t expect that Tsubasa would be one of the million readers-not to mention, fans-of his manga. He wasn’t sure how he would sum up his feelings after gathering them all one by one.
There was something about this that excited him; that she read his manga, and even took some time to read his manga in between her presumably hectic work. It was a small victory, something that meant so much to him.
It was certainly something to be proud of, not only as a creator who managed to turn the world of one of his readers from time to time, as a Senpai who managed to gain the sincere support of one of his Kohai, but also as... someone who worked hard to realize one of the dreams they had once shared together in the early days.
However, something about this also made his chest tight.
The fact that she was the one who knew the most about his journey from the scratch, and still continued to be one of his readers until he was at this high made his heart clenched.
The door that led him to go back no longer existed.
That time, frustrated with what fate could not give him, frustrated that his hand could not reach an opportunity he desperately wanted to grasp, Udai lost his ability to distinguish between red and green.
The words that came out of his mouth, drumming like thunder, shutting down the only access he had.
One day, when there was a chance to turn everything back, he still put his ego first though a large part of him was fighting to be released from his binding pride, to return to the panel where the two of them were connected, to her.
Later on, when he encountered the last chance indifferently, the last access he had to return simply disappeared.
If only he could—
Udai shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He had work to do—work that Akaashi had pointed out needed improvement. He couldn’t let himself get distracted by thoughts of Tsubasa.
With renewed focus, Udai set to work. He spent hours poring over his sketch, making the changes that Akaashi had suggested. He adjusted the pacing, worked on making the character motivations clearer, and tightened the overall structure of the story.
As he worked, Udai found that his mind kept wandering back to Tsubasa.
He wondered if she was reading his manga now in between something she would be doing on her desk, if she would be proud of him for chasing his dreams. But he knew that he couldn’t let those thoughts get in the way of his work.
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Udai had spent the whole night working on the changes that Akaashi had suggested. He had barely slept, hands sore from the constant sketching and note-taking.
But finally, he had a finished product in front of him — a revised rough sketching of the new twist of Zomb’ish ending, with the pacing smoothed out and the character motivations crystal clear.
He couldn’t wait to show Akaashi, to see the look of approval on his editor's face. As he headed to the café the next day, he felt a sense of nervous excitement building up inside him.
Akaashi was already there when Udai arrived, sitting at their usual table with a cup of coffee in front of him. Udai pulled out his sketch and slid it across the table to Akaashi, unable to contain the smile spreading across his face.
“Check it out, Akaashi-san.” Udai said, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him, “I think I’ve finally nailed it.”
Akaashi took a sip of his coffee before studying the sketch, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Udai waited eagerly for his reaction, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
But as he watched, Akaashi’s face remained impassive. He kept looking back and forth between the sketch and Udai, expression unchanged.
Finally, he spoke. “Hm. This is much better,” he said, “but I still think the pacing could be improved in this scene here.”
Udai felt the frustration rising inside him. He had worked so hard on this, putting all of his energy and passion into making the changes that Akaashi had demanded. And yet, it still wasn’t enough.
“Akaashi-san,” Udai said, making sure disappointment creeping into his voice, “I worked all night on this. I’m overworked and exhausted, and you still want me to make more changes?”
Akaashi looked up at him, his expression nonchalant as ever. “I just gave you some necessary feedback on how to improve your manga, for your own sake, Udai-san,” he said, “and as the mangaka, you are to make the necessary changes to realize what’s better. It’s necessary to be proud of your work, but you should also be willing to make changes when they’re necessary.”
Udai sighed, feeling a sense of guilt washing over him. He smiled wryly, almost a grin but more of a wincing sound. “As expected, your words are as sharp as ever. Do you have some kind of routine to sharpen them every morning? That’s why you’re waking up that early in the morning every day? And just how many times did you mention the word necessary just now?”
Akaashi did not respond, prompting Udai to quickly add what should have been his answer earlier. “I thought you’d be a little foolproof. Anyway, alright,” he said, trying to keep the defeat out of his voice, “I’ll make the necessary changes. But please, Akaashi-san. Can you show some mercy?”
Akaashi paused, his eyes locking onto Udai’s. For a moment, Udai thought he saw a flicker of kindness in them, a hint of sympathy.
But then Akaashi spoke, his tone nonchalant. “Well, only if you’re up for a hiatus, I suppose?”
Udai groaned, “Oh, come on!”
And with that, Akaashi took another sip of his coffee, his attention already shifting to something else.
“I’m 100% sure you are still going to demand a revision on my graveyard. I’m 100– no, 200% sure of that!” Udai muttered.
“Well, then, that’s cruel.”
“You’re the one saying that?”
Hours turned into days, and Udai felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into a hole of pure artistic drive. He was consumed by his work, tweaking and refining every detail until it was perfect.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he had a new draft ready.
Finally, Akaashi spoke. “Hm. This is it,” he said, “this’ll do.”
“Yosh!” Udai smiled, fisting the air confidently, missing the slight smile in Akaashi’s face. “Finally, a chance to sleep!”
“Sleep?”
Akaashi’s eyebrow, quirked. “You have a deadline for the 25th volume, Udai-san. Have you forgotten about that?”
His world was upside down, his head buried in the table as his mouth uttered a cry of whine.
“Akaashi-san… Remission please~”
Udai raised his head, his face making Akaashi frown in horror. It was truly a look that made people concerned.
“Udai-san, at this rate, you look more terrifying than the walking dead in your manga. Your face is terrifying!”
“Akaashi-san…”
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Udai stumbled out of the café, his mind still filled with thoughts of deadlines and work. He was exhausted, barely able to keep his eyes open, let alone focus on anything else.
But as he walked down the sidewalk, lost in his own world, he suddenly felt something collide with his leg. He looked down, feeling a sense of surprise creeping up on him.
A little kid was standing there, looking up at him with wide eyes. A little boy. He couldn’t have been more than five or six years old, dressed in a bright orange jacket and holding a teddy bear in one hand.
Udai felt a sense of panic rising up inside him. He was not good with kids. He had never been good with them, even when he was young, and now he was too tired and overworked to deal with something like this.
But before he could say anything, the kid spoke up. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, “can you help me find my dad?”
Udai felt the panic rising up inside him. He didn’t know what to do or say. He was too flustered, too overworked, and too exhausted to think straight.
“I, uh,” he started, feeling his voice falter, “I’m not sure. I don’t… I don’t know where your dad is.”
The kid’s lower lip started to quiver, and Udai felt a sense of guilt washing over him. He didn’t want to make the kid cry.
But try as he might, he couldn’t think of anything to say or do. He was too lost in his own thoughts, too consumed by his own problems.
As the little boy’s sobs grew louder, people started to turn and stare. Udai felt a sense of embarrassment wash over him. He didn’t want to cause a scene, didn’t want to be the center of attention.
Awkwardly, still unsure of what he could say to calm the little boy down, let alone of anything he could do for him, Udai bent down to meet him. His hand slowly, hesitantly and awkwardly, tried to touch the little boy’s shoulder to calm him down.
First of all, just do it like this… right?
His brain quickly to find a way out. Finally, he managed to stammer out something, something that only made things worse. “I-I’m sorry, but.. but I really don’t know how to find your dad.”
He was dumb.
The little boy’s crying was getting worse. Instead of making the little boy feel better, what he had just said, made things worse. As expected, he was really bad with kids.
Not to mention his looming deadline waiting at the apartment, another thing happened on his way back.
Panic and guilt mixed with his anxiety when she was being noticed by every eye that passed by them. Udai was rooted to the spot... it was obvious that immediately leaving this little boy alone right there would make him a total jerk, right? But even then, his presence only exacerbated this little boy’s crying.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, someone passed by, approaching the little boy and greeting him kindly.
His world was momentarily taken over by the figure that had just passed by. Someone familiar had been there, taking over his role as the adult he had failed to play.
Crouching down to meet the little boy was Tsubasa who had appeared out of nowhere behind him. Although he wondered about her unexpected presence—and about this whole threatening thread of their continuous encounter—he was grateful that it was Tsubasa, who had always been very much better at things that he was bad at.
Her hands met the little boy’s shoulders gently, and she was warm. Her smile was as warm as a spring breeze.
“Hey, it’s okay,” her soothing voice, would no doubt immediately soothe the little boy from his crying which had previously gotten worse because of him. “Are you lost?”
The child nodded, hiccupping as he tried to speak. “I can’t find my dad,” he said, tears streaming down his face.
“Ah? Is that so? So you can’t find your dad?”
“Yes.”
Tsubasa was nodding.
“Are you going to help me find my dad, Onee-san?”
Tsubasa nodded again, this time a smile spread across her lips. “Yes, I am.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Tsubasa promised, “You can wipe your tears now—”
“Isamu, Tanaka Isamu.”
“Ah? So, your name is Isamu?”
The little boy nodded, “Yes.”
Tanaka.
Wait. Tanaka?
That name rang a bell to Udai. A name that he once heard back then in high school, a name of a familiar classmate with particularly short, blonde hair.
His eyes fixed to the little guy talking with Tsubasa, scanning that little boy, obviously looking for some resemblance that could ring a bell.
“Well, you got a very good name right there, Isamu-kun! Your parents must have thought so well to give you the name as it goes really well with you! Isamu. Bravery.”
Udai was unable to move as his eyes took in the way Tsubasa had her own way of soothing the lost little boy.
His heart clenched, tight with pain. Throbbing at every second he spent watching what was unfolding before him. Yet, on the one hand, seeing all the interactions between Tsubasa and the little boy brought relief to her heart.
“Alright brave boy, let’s find your dad! Can you tell me where did you see him last?”
“We were walking on the street and my dad said he wanted to go to the toilet. But he was taking so long, so I went to check… But I couldn’t find any toilet nearby and get lost in the street.”
“Alright, I get it. Now can you tell me about what your dad looks like?”
Watching Tsubasa saving his ass in front of the little boy made Udai feel embarrassingly safe.
Then, when she was done listening to everything the little boy said, Tsubasa turned to Udai. Her eyes that looked at him warmly carried with them a million pains that stabbed straight into his heart.
“Udai-san, hello,” she said.
The world was about her. The world was her.
Udai struggled to breathe, almost forgetting how to do so. And he almost forgot how to speak.
As best he could, he tried to answer her greeting in a friendly manner. A smile might be difficult, but a friendly greeting wouldn’t hurt, right? After all, in no time now, Hatakeyama Jiro might be coming to catch up with her, certainly couldn’t stand to be a second longer away from his significant other.
“Oh, Tsubasa. Hi.”
Even after a moment, Udai didn’t realize that he had just called her by her given name rather than her last name like the last two times. He only realized after Tsubasa’s eyes softened at him, tender, and so warm that guilt creeped up preying on his skin.
“I mean… Sasaki. Hello, Sasaki.”
Tsubasa just smiled, then immediately told him that she would help the little boy find his father. She intended to call the police to keep an eye on the little boy and will wait until the police come. Udai could see how the little boy held Tsubasa’s hand comfortably, certainly feeling safe and a thousand times better.
“I’ll be back when I’m done. Can you wait for me at a nearby park?”
Udai felt his heart sink into his stomach. Dumbstruck, he could only stare at her.
“I’ll be there to join you soon,” Tsubasa said, “so, wait for me.”
You’ll be there soon... then... then what? What of it that’s good for me? For us?
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He should have said something.
Udai should have said something like ah, don’t bother coming back, I won’t wait for you, I’ll just leave, or perhaps something that’s more like I really wasn’t expecting another encounter with you, so please just go.
He should have said something, yet he didn’t. And it was because he couldn’t bring himself to say something that he felt annoyed with himself.
Didn’t he not want this meeting? Getting involved with her, getting into this panel was the last thing he wanted—
“Udai-san?”
Her voice came closer. Udai’s world shifted from the gray of self-reproach and the deafening hum of regret, to the warm greeting of a familiar woman smiling at him.
Her hand waved, kindly greeting him before she joined him.
Time is cruel. So is fate.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Tsubasa joined him, not hesitating to sit in the empty spot beside him. Her gaze was on him as she said, “I had to take care of other things while handing the child over to the local police. Ah, but the little boy’s father arrived just before the police took him.”
“Yeah?”
Tsubasa nodded. “Hm.” She took out a business card and showed it to Udai. “Her father is a personal trainer.”
Tsubasa’s gaze focused on the business card, missing how Udai’s gaze focused on her. It was as if his gaze was glued to her every feature, and as if the world around her was sinking into black and white.
Was it true that this encounter was the last thing that he wanted?
Turning to face him, Tsubasa was almost surprised to find that Udai had been watching her all along. Udai, realizing that he had been caught looking at her carelessly, immediately averted his gaze. Awkwardness creeping over his skin. Subconsciously, his hands clenched. Stupid thing, he cursed.
Udai was just about to apologize, but Tsubasa preceded him.
“I—“
“I’m sorry, Udai-san! I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Slowly, Udai turned to Tsubasa.
“I didn’t know that you were seeing the business card.”
Their gazes met.
Udai didn’t know whether to be grateful that he wasn't caught, or to be disappointed for some stupid reason.
He stared at the business card Tsubasa handed him for a moment as he heard her, “Here.”
Then Tsubasa added, “Ah, right. They’re also from Miyagi. What a coincidence, right?”
Udai had expected that before. The name Tanaka that the little boy brought up was all too familiar in his memory. He didn’t need Tsubasa to tell him that. He remembered the name he read on the business card.
“Ah, yeah…” Udai hesitated to nod, “thank you.”
Tsubasa smiled and quickly pulled out the business card and slipped it into the pocket of the jacket she was wearing.
Udai glanced over after hearing Tsubasa exhale loudly; a sigh of relief that ended in a smile as her eyes wandered to something he didn’t really want to know about.
“Summer will be over really soon…” she murmured.
This time, before being caught watching her again like before, Udai gathered the remnants of his sanity to quickly shift his gaze. Then just as he expected, Tsubasa returned him.
Really, though. He really wanted to ask her just for once, was she okay every time she was looking at him so casually like this? Since he never was..
“I’m sorry,”
Udai, who immediately turned, was greeted by Tsubasa’s smile. Although initially surprised by her words and the way she was looking at him, he frowned, even more confused by her words.
“that must’ve been so surprising for you.”
“Huh? About… about what?”
“About that little boy before,” Tsubasa continued, “you must have gotten confused when he started crying.”
Udai almost winced.
“Well... there are many unexpected things on the road. A mugging, a hit-and-run, a fight, a little boy looking for his father who was from Miyagi,” Tsubasa smiled before she got to her last sentence, “also about meeting you again on the street.”
The world around them went silent at that sentence. Everything slowed down, time, and everything outside of their panel slowed down.
“But I bet you must have been pretty flustered by a little kid suddenly crying in front of you, well... not to mention that it was surprising.”
The world returned to its normal rotation, and Tsubasa had returned to meet his gaze.
At Tsubasa’s innuendo, Udai grimaced. He almost looked half dejected when he said, “Do I look like that unreliable for you to say that?”
“Ah?”
Udai sighed, “I, too, am an adult myself.”
No matter how hard Udai denied the connection and familiarity between them, it would never be enough to fool his feelings. In the midst of his persistence to resist prolonged interaction with her, his body naturally succumbed to the magnetic force she brought with her. And that was how this interaction came back to its pole, to the panel he was on.
Udai would surely regret this.
One night, he would wake up to witness how he was wrapped in a bundle of guilt for crossing the line, for coming back into her life.
Then her laughter rang out, crystal clear in his ears. And the sight, oh, don’t even ask. Udai had no idea that somewhere in this world, he would find something that could match what he was witnessing.
Her eyes narrowed as she turned to meet his gaze. Beautiful, as ever. A glimpse of Sasaki Tsubasa, whom he met nine years ago, fit in between them. Udai’s heart swelled with pain, regret, and longing all rolled into one.
“Well, that little boy can decide for himself,” Tsubasa said.
In her smile this time, there was innuendo and confidence and a hint of joke. In his eyes however, there was something unreadable.
The one second during which their gazes met felt like a thousand years, seconds spinning away for what seemed like forever. Immediately, before he crossed the line even further, Udai averted his gaze.
“Ah! Right!”
Udai was almost startled by Tsubasa’s voice. He immediately turned to meet her.
“About that day,” Tsubasa continued, “what happened to your precious t-shirt?”
Udai remembered, “Oh…”
Guilt had just entered Tsubasa’s eyes. Her forehead furrowed, almost looking like she was wincing as she said, “I’m really sorry for what happened the other day! I was really careless!”
Udai raised both hands, “O-oh... yeah, I’m fine.”
“Then what happened? Did you wash it yourself?”
“Eh?”
“Your t-shirt I mean,” Tsubasa said. “Did you wash it on your own?”
“Sure— ah, I took my clothes to the laundry.” Udai quickly continued before Tsubasa could say anything. “I made a note to the laundry worker to pay attention to the ocha stains.”
“Is that so?”
Udai nodded.
Tsubasa sighed, sounding more relieved this time. “Thank goodness,” she murmured.
Udai hummed. His gaze shifted, leaving Tsubasa behind.
The atmosphere returned to silence. They were both immersed in the sounds of the bustling street with no thought of immediately resuming the conversation. Even Tsubasa, who usually could not stand the silence for long, this time also chose to side with the silence. Udai wouldn’t blame her. What did she expect from a conversation with some ignorant jerk like him? What did she expect from the man who had broken her heart?
“Well…” Tsubasa finally spoke. Her relieved sigh invited Udai to return. “I guess I can say that I’m a slightly better adult than you, Udai-san.” she smiled kindly at him.
“Also,” Tsubasa was still smiling. The seconds when she paused her sentence were heavy with anticipation, “it’s been a while since I heard someone call me by my real name.”
Udai was dumbfounded. Damn tongue.
No.
Damn brain. If his brain hadn’t thought the name he usually called her was Tsubasa, then he wouldn’t have called her name so carelessly. Or was it his heart? His feelings?
No. Damn fate and time.
If fate and time had not brought them together, Udai would not have become so sentimental about Tsubasa and their unsettled pace in the first place. And since the damn fate and time were so eager to see him suffer, here he was. He succumbed to the awkwardness that held him tight before this situation.
“I think... The last time I heard someone call me by my real name was in high school.”
He heard her, and he swore that she was talking about him. Who else? There wasn’t a single person in Karasuno who called Tsubasa by her real name if it wasn’t him.
“It’s good to hear it again. Like a good reminder of the past.” Tsubasa said, smiling kindly at Udai.
He looked away, choosing to avert his eyes first. The stupid jerk that he is.
“I just slipped off…”Udai muttered, as if unwilling for Tsubasa to hear his words.
His response came in a surprisingly bright tone, “It’s okay.”
Udai met her gaze again to witness how warmly she smiled.
“Whether you just slipped off and didn’t mean to or not, I’m still happy to hear someone call me by my real name after a while.”
For the first time, Udai didn’t want to believe her words. He would have preferred if she had said that she was uncomfortable with his calling, that she was uncomfortable with anything that reminded her of the past, like how he felt about everything... but what if she was happy that it was him?
“I guess I should…” she did not finish her sentence, like she felt heavy on the part where she finally had to exclude herself. But after that, her smile quickly brightened as she got up. Her gaze returned to Udai as she said, “I’ll take this direction,” she pointed in any direction behind her back, “what about you, Udai-san?”
Udai had previously been convinced that he would rather not meet her anywhere, convinced that it was the wisest choice.
Being distracted in the middle of his work because his mind was constantly searching for her was more than enough. Plunging himself into her panel would only bloom his desire, whereas in his sense, that was the least that could happen for her sake.
His presence was a catastrophe in her life, his presence would only bring thundering rain to her summer, black clouds to her sunshine.
“I…”
He knew that he wasn’t good for Tsubasa, moreover, it was inappropriate to have his panel running alongside hers, but this time, Udai wanted to let that be.
Seeing her slowly pull away made him want to cross the line. Just this once, he didn’t want their meeting to end this fast.
Udai left his seat, catching up with Tsubasa who greeted him with a look that was still waiting for his answer.
“Udai-san?”
One last look into her eyes and Udai was sure to be greedy just this once.
“Are you free today?”
Just this once, he said. After that, he would drag himself away from this panel.
He saw Tsubasa staring in confusion, “Sorry?”
Squeezing everything that prevented him from surrendering into the magnetic pull of wanting to be around her, Udai finally said, “If you’re free, would you mind joining me for a coffee?”
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Miyagi Prefecture, Nine Years Ago
In the early hours of the morning, as the sun started to peek out from behind the trees, Udai was already up and ready to go. He laced up his volleyball shoes, checked his knee pads, and made his way to the gymnasium for his team’s morning practice.
Hitting the court, he was in his element, exploding with energy and passion for the sport. He felt the weight of the volleyball in his palm, and as he served over the net, it seemed like all of his focus was on that little white ball. Every time it made contact with his fingertips, he felt the exhilarating rush of adrenaline that kept him going.
As the practice began to wind down, the other members of the Karasuno team slowly started filing out of the gym. Udai lingered a little longer, taking advantage of the empty space to run a few drills that he hadn't quite mastered yet.
He made a decision that would alter the course of his day.
He slipped away from the classroom, unnoticed by his classmates, and crept into the gymnasium storage room. The dusty smell of the room was familiar to him, and he lay down on an old mat in the corner. He was not tired, he just didn’t want to attend the class, because…. It wasn't that he didn’t like the class, but it was just so uninteresting to him. He’d much rather be practicing on the court for some hours more.
The storage room indeed wasn’t the most comfortable place to spend time, but it was secluded, hidden away from prying eyes.
The silence of the storage room allowed his thoughts to wander. He thought of the volleyball match that was coming up soon and the fear of losing started creeping in.
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It was another typical day in the gymnasium as Tsubasa’s gym class was in full swing.
Their gym teacher had arranged a friendly match, pitting the students against each other, to promote teamwork and sportive spirit. As Tsubasa stood with her teammates, a bundle of nerves and trepidation coiled up inside of her. But as soon as the whistle blew, and the game began, she was surprisingly doing well in the game.
“Oi, Sasaki did a really great job right there!”
Some boys watching commented.
“She’s enjoying herself. Not bad!” The other one added.
“Way to go, Sasaki!” And the other began cheering for her.
“She’s cute, don’t you think?” Then he turned to the boy before, smiling.
“Yeah, she has some grace.” The other boy agreed.
“Right? Gonna have to try to ask for her number.” He said again, “Go, go, Sasaki! Take them down!”
Despite being a newcomer to the game, Tsubasa quickly adapted, using her intelligence and quick thinking to outmaneuver the other players.
Her shots had precision, and her passes found their mark. She moved with such grace that it was as if she had been playing this game all her life.
As she skated back and forth on the court, dodging other players and scoring goals, her classmates cheered.
The girls on the other side of the court cheered for her, “Sasaki! You’re the best!”
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When the class finally came to an end, Tsubasa began to gather her things, ready to head back to the locker room and get ready for the next class.
As she made her way towards the gymnasium’s entrance she noticed the class representative was struggling to carry a pile of gym equipment and props, her small frame buckling under the weight of it all.
Tsubasa stood there, observing for a moment and taking in the situation at hand.
Some of her classmates were still there, they greet her when they passed her.
“Sasaki, you’re not coming?”
She turned briefly and nodded, “Go ahead. I’ll meet you in the class.”
“Okay.”
When her classmates leave, Tsubasa shifted to where she remember the class rep. was, still struggling with everything.
“Ishikawa!” She called out, approaching the girl.
The class rep. turned, “Oh? Sasaki, you’re still here?”
Tsubasa hummed. “Here, let me help.”
“Oh no—“
Tsubasa smiled. “That’s too much for you to handle, right?” She turned and looked around, “and the boys are really fast to leave… Moh… they’re really the worst!”
She casually bent down to gather some things that needed to be brought back to the storage room.
“Thank you, Sasaki.”
Tsubasa turned and smiled.
Opening the gym storage room door, the room was very dark and dusty. They had tried to turn on the lights, but they were broken. Finally, with a little light from the vents, they entered the room while being careful to put anything down lest it damage the rest of the gym equipment.
The next time they entered, Tsubasa brought with her a stack of mats that had been used in the previous gym class alone.
“Sasaki? Eh— but that’s too much for you—“
“It’s okay, Ishikawa-chan. I got this.” Tsubasa smiled and walked slowly into the storage room.
“Be careful. Really, be careful, Sasaki. It’s very dark inside.” The class rep. said worriedly.
“Alright. I’m okay.”
The class rep. was walking out anxiously while occasionally looking back at the storage room door to make sure that Tsubasa would be okay, all the while feeling guilty for involving her in her troublesome job. She wasn’t so far leaving the storage entrance that she heard a loud clattering sound from inside.
“Sasaki!”
The class rep. immediately rushed into the storage room, watching as Tsubasa sat on the floor whilst staring at another boy standing before her, along with some metal poles lying on the floor.
“Sasaki!? Are you okay?”
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#udai tenma#udai tenma x sasaki tsubasa#udai tenma and akaashi keiji#udai tenma x female oc#udai tenma the little giant#udai tenma karasuno#udai tenma haikyuu#udai tenma angst#manga artist udai tenma#haikyu x reader#haikyu au#haikyu post time skip
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the major problem about fanfictions are that people read anything and everything if they are stories about their favorite characters. they might have their nose up in the air when it comes to actual books but they'd pick up the same kind of erroneous fanfiction in a heartbeat.
a reason for that might be that most readers or writers don't consider fanfictions as actual pieces of literature. they think it's something for them to pass time with and therefore, low quality doesn't matter. they forget that actual fanfictions are something even harder to produce than original novels because you have to be mindful since they aren't your OCs.
so here are some of useless apoce's (very aggressive, haha, i'm short-tempered) opinions about where fanfiction writers are going wrong.
changing character personalities- now this is something i'm frankly very annoyed about because changing personalities is unacceptable (unless you are doing AUs).
why the fuck would i click on a fanfiction about soukoku only to find that dazai is some expressionless bastard who doesn't even have is signature comic relief attitude and chuuya is a shivering, feminized version of the actual spirited, passionate and loud mafioso?
seriously, i really don't care if this hits too close to home for some people, because you can always go write an actual novel with your own OCs if you can't maintain the original characteristics of people you are writing the fanfiction on. i didn't come to read about some strangers with the same name as characters who i love and whom their original authors worked painstakingly to produce.
sheesh, imagine your own OCs being changed drastically for the sake of someone else's plot? personally, i wouldn't have forgiven them. trust me, even readers appreciate it more when you stick to their actual characteristics.
covers (not meant for ao3 writers)- wow, simply wow. i never realized i was this pissed over fanfiction writers when it came to the covers they use.
listen, if you have forgotten, let me remind you again, COVERS ARE ALSO A BASIC PART OF STORIES, especially if they are e-books. how do you expect me to get invested when i see a poorly cropped image from pinterest that has no link whatsoever to the characters you are writing about or the story line?
of course there are authors who create some absolutely godly edits for their fanfictions (gimme tips master), but the others can't even choose a proper font/color that will at least be clearly visible.
oh, and don't even get me started on the fact that a baji x reader fanfiction might have a cover starring vanitas— no, hold on, like why? what does that even mean?????? seriously people, if you want tips on making covers, why don't you check my other post?
the english- it's okay, i understand that your first language isn't english sweetie, still doesn't give you the right to type, 'howl walked to calcifer sticks his hand over and moans "AAAAAAAAA I'M DYING I'M DYING!!!!!!!!'"
first of all what did that even mean? and how do you moan a scream? and lastly, don't grammarly ads ever make you wanna pull your hair out? do you not know of it's existence? do you think you can get away with a disclaimer that you don't know english? well newsflash, grammarly can help.
(p.s. no don't even think of asking me about that cursed howl x calcifer fanfiction)
the blurb/synopsis- there is not much i can say about this because most people can nail it, but the others... could you at least pretend to treat your fanfiction as an actual story, posted online to be read by the whole world?
do you think it's funny to say it's a fic about kuroo x kenma and then turn it into a bokuto x akaashi just because the latter ship were introduced as best friends of kuroken and you suddenly decided you like bokuaka more than kuroken halfway into the story?
certain AUs- matchablossom is a married couple/ enemies to lovers ship. i agree. does that mean joe has to lowkey abuse cherry? i thought it was an enemies to lovers and not a toxic story about a over possessive dickhead and his lover with a stockholm syndrome?
likewise, the dom/sub stories and many more, why are they so toxic? just because he is a dom doesn't mean he gotta be openly manipulative and lowkey sociopathic? if that's what your tastes are, i am indeed quite concerned about your choices.
last but not the least, being grateful- hello? readers are your lifeline, who tf are you being so rude to? and why for? do you think you are so much better that you cannot accept criticisms or a loophole kindly pointed out by one of your audience? last time i checked, you were the summer child who said, 'this is my first time writing online, please take care of me'.
in conclusion, please, for heaven's sake, consider your fanfiction as an actual novel and try to match the bars set for them. just because you get loads of reads and kudos doesn't mean you can get away with whatever crap you sprout. oh and by the way, if i have offended someone, um haha, wasn't it your own fault?
that's it for the post, hope most people will agree and not come after me with pitchforks :)
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Summer
Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eY5inld
by slvt4Yelena
In which→
You and Bokuto meet each other in high school, but do strangers really last?
university Au + Bokuto x f!reader (she/her) implied chubby
warnings:
angst
smut
implied time skip spoilers
school
first love
All rights to the creator of Haikyuu I don't own Haikyuu nor any of the images/songs/characters/gifs in the story I only own the plot of this book and some ocs
©slvt4Yelena
Words: 812, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Bokuto Koutarou's Sisters, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Akaashi Keiji, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Yaku Morisuke, Haiba Lev, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi
Relationships: Bokuto Koutarou/Reader, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Bokuto Koutarou & Reader, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Additional Tags: Angst, Summer Love, Alternate Universe - College/University, High School, Smut, Fluff, Falling In Love, First Love, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eY5inld
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and if i completely rework my akaashi x oc hanahaki fanfic into being akaashi x reader, then what? i should post it. definitely should post it.
also if i theoretically had a twitter account would anyone be interested in it and being bffs there too
#honestly the only reason i make them x oc is so i don’t have to type y/n all the time#bc admittedly doing x readers aren’t my vibe but ik people eat them up#i also eat them up#peri speaks
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Iah since i now know you like Haikyuu i must know who are some of your faves??
-@barbabetos
OOOOOOOOOO man why was this so hard to answer lmao I like so many of them in different ways??
I enjoy them IMMENSELY but like, on a bestie level: TANAKA, Noya, Yachi, Hinata, Kenma, Sugawara
Enjoy them immensely as well and I like reading romantic stuff of them even tho I don’t really like them that way: Atsumu, Osamu, Oikawa, Kageyama, Tendou, Ushijima, Kita
Love reading nice x reader fics of them sobs They’re So Enjoyable: Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, ASAHI, Semi, Sakusa
Special Category (saw him for 30 seconds and somehow he’s helped inspire an OC ehem; but also don’t know shit about him so I’m only going off of some anime snippets + what people write lol): Sakusa
Ahsjsha tbh I know there’s a shit ton of people I’m missing but these are the ones that I can name off the top of my head + ones I encounter the most >.>
@barbabetos
#chat & colloquy#barbabetos#this list feels so basic but since i have the memory of a goldfish + havent actually read/watched hq in so long these are all i can remember#i just read a headcanon thing that had all the wing spikers included but 1/3 through the list i was like oml i dont even know#who these are anymore shdjshsjs#but anyway yeah dhsishs
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Haikyuu Scenarios ❣
Scenario: Accidentally Revealed Relationship *SMAU Version*
Characters: Kenma,Sakusa,Kuroo,Atsumu,Suna,
Ushijima,Daichi,Akaashi, Osamu,Yuuji
Genre: fluff
Koukami Scenarios: Scenarios 🎟
♡Kenma Kozume ♡Sakusa Kiyoomi
♡Kuroo Tetsuro
♡Atsumu Miya ♡Suna Rintaro
♡Wakatoshi Ushijima ♡Daichi Sawamura ♡Akaashi Keiji
♡Osamu Miya ♡Terushima Yuuji
Masterlist - Other Characters *pending*
Requested by: @kenkenmaaa @passionateuchiha @naviation-xx @wolffmaiden Thank you so much for your comments on my previous post since this scenario received the most requests, I worked on this one. I hope you all enjoyed this concept and I appreciate your support.
@ermespop please enjoy this scenario for now, I will be working on your request next. 😊 I'll tag you in that post once it's uploaded.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
The requests on the previous post are still open, if you'd like to leave another request. I will try to get through them all if I can.
Haikyuu Master Taglist:*OPEN* @onelostgirl @passionateuchiha @kenkenmaaa *To be added to the general taglist for Haikyuu Scenarios just send an ask,PM or comment
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Haikyuu characters or the artwork used. I fully credit those who deserve the amazing works provided throughout my stories. *
#koukamisstuff requests#haikyuu smau#haikyuu social media#haikyuu x oc/reader#haikyuu request scenarios#haikyuu request au#request haikyuu#koukamisstuff works#kenma smau#haikyuu kuroo smau#kita smau#ushijima smau#akaashi smau#suna smau#atsumu smau#osamu smau#daichi smau#yuuji smau#kita scenarios#kenma scenario#kuroo scenario#ushijima texts#osamu scenarios#atsumu scenarios#daichi scenarios#yuuji scenario#akaashi scenarios#kita text#kuroo texts#osamu texts
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