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jui-imouto-chan · 3 years

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Haikyuu Hinata-Ship Prompt Dump!! (Number the Third—4/5 of these are Hinata Harem prompts!)

Follow/search #JHHSP to find these!

All of these can be requested for expansion (especially the dormitory one because I have a lot of fun coming up with headcanons for random habits these stupid boys have)

☀️ Harem ☀️

Infinite worlds; parallel universes. Never before had he ever understood the concept of soulmates, but in far too many realities did they exist, and in this instance, he found all of them intersecting. Of course they all took it upon themselves to lay claim to him, even as he sat clueless in the midst of the chaos.

(Soulmate AU, Multiple/Parallel Universes)

🦊 MiyaHina ☀️

Guardian angels shouldn’t have to break up so many fights, even when they’re assigned to a pair of kinda stupid (but also kinda cool) twins. Hinata better get a promotion after this.

(Guardian Angel AU, AtsuHina + OsaHina)

🍊 Harem 🍊

Being dragged into his little sister’s favorite otome game should not be something Hinata can say he’s had happen to him on a nightly basis. He still gets shivers whenever he sees Natsu’s Oikawa Tooru-route poster or remembers Ushijima Wakatoshi’s large hands holding him off the ground as he sized him up. Don’t these damn games have a friendship ending somewhere???

(Hinata and Natsu are from the “real world” and Hinata keeps accidentally going into Natsu’s Otome Game every night, where there is a lot of dialogue that he hopes is scripted, although that draws into question how appropriate the game is for his sister to be playing.)

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☀️ Harem ☀️

Did people in the Mafia actually like to kidnap random street performers or was he just special? Actually, it’s for the best that that goes unanswered.

(Mafia AU, Hinata is a street dancer and gets kidnapped after the mafiosos in his town got into a shootout and he was dragged into a random car. Now he apparently knows too much, so he either has to let them kill him or accept his position in this Famiglia.)

11.

🍊 Harem 🍊**

The HQ dormitories housed all of the company’s top idol groups, and as the newest resident, Hinata has a lot to adjust to, such as: •Kuroo hating wearing shirts (so he makes Hinata wear his instead) •Tsukishima changing all of someone’s clothing—starting with undergarments and then going to formal wear—with dinosaur-pattern versions if they wrong him •Bokuto singing in the shower...and showering every morning at 4 AM •Iwaizumi constantly trying to convince anyone he ever makes eye contact with to be his workout partner •Akaashi hiding in random locations, trying to read (he’s been found in cupboards, a washing machine, the top shelf of the pantry, and even in Hinata’s bed) •Kenma needing to be made and brought dinner every night, and far, far too many more habits.

(Celebrity/Idol and also some College AU, Hinata has a bunch of quirky dormmates but he learns how to deal with them bit by bit. Maybe the Idol part of it is an excuse to have Hinata sing Murase Ayumu’s “Grade Skipping” since that’s his seiyuu and I love the song okay)

** Part 1 of the HQ Dormitory AU

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shinkutsuuki · 6 years

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can I hope for some miyahina appearing after this.

#my ship #miyahina #osahina #atsuhina #atsuhinaosa #miya atsumu #miya osamu #hinata shouyou #hq 291 #haikyuu 291 #kageyama tobio

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jui-imouto-chan · 3 years

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Hi again! Ok so I think I get the Miya twins aging and de-aging thing but I’d be really interested to hear about it more! (Possibly as a continuation with his and Kita’s relationship as well? Kitahina is criminally underrated)

And does Daishou ever come into the story? The au is really good and I honestly would love to hear anything new about it.

Part 11

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Ily thank you for the ask 🥺💕🧡 I did not watch any of the OVA but I will ten billion percent put Daishou in bc Season 4 had him and I’ve kinda really liked him.

(Snake boi,,,, 😳😳 this one got too long to put him in but if I get another request I will write him. He is,,, 👌🏾✌🏾🥺😍)

Tumblr deleted half of what I wrote even though I saved it so yeayyyyy rewriting time 😌🥲

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“They’re a lot older than they were before! Do foxes usually age this quick?”

Kita held his tongue, observing Hinata ruffle Atsumu’s hair and swipe his thumb along Osamu’s cheek. The twins seemed very content with the contact, although every now and again they’d pass a look along that seemed laced with meaning.

“You guys are adorable though! I hope Natsu still looks this cute when she’s your age!” Hinata’s eyes closed as he grinned at them.

Osamu tracked Hinata’s finger as his face was rubbed, and after thinking for a moment, he glanced at Atsumu and bit Hinata’s thumb.

Everything was still for moment, everyone staring intently at the place where Osamu’s teeth were buried into Hinata’s skin.

“O-Ow!!”

Kita grabbed Osamu by the scruff, opening his mouth to tear into him (in a different way than how he just tore into Hinata’s goddamn thumb), but before he could do so, or even apologize to the redhead, Osamu’s weight increased drastically, his limbs lengthening and proportions adjusting.

Atsumu’s eyes gleamed, taking advantage of the panic to bite Hinata’s other hand, growing to assume the same age as his brother.

“His energy sure is something, huh, ‘Samu!”

Osamu smartly did not respond, Kita’s glare piercing Atsumu the instant he finished speaking. Atsumu gulped audibly, a bit more of the blood seeping into his system and aging him until he was about Kita’s age in appearance.

“Atsumu, you should have found a way to understand by now that your actions have consequences.”

“K-K-Ki-Kita-san???” Atsumu scrambled back and away, bumping into Hinata’s knees, as the ginger had crouched to hold his own arm with tears in his eyes and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Hinata sniffled, Atsumu feeling a guilt like one would get from kicking a wounded puppy—which was not a good feeling to couple with the pure terror one gets from earning Kita’s ire.

“Osamu.”

Said twin froze and began sweating profusely. Despite the increase in size, Kita dangled him the way one would hold a particularly rowdy cat.

He desperately tried to minimize the shiver of his voice and be as formal and thereby responsible as he could, though even as he managed a, “Y-Yes?” he could feel his life start to come to an end.

“I don’t care about nor need your explanation—I know why you did this, but Hinata doesn’t. Explain to him clearly, and then apologize, before I cut out your tongues and take each of your teeth out one-by-one.”

Kita’s threats were rare, but very effective.

Once Kita released Osamu’s collar, the twins scooted close to one another on the ground, whispering back and forth with their skin significantly paler than it was before. Eventually, after some muttering and a very pointed glare from Kita, the two composed themselves, sitting on their heels. Osamu coughed, earning Hinata’s watery gaze and faltering slightly.

“Um. So. I’m Miya Osamu, that’s Atsumu.”

“Hinata Shoyo. Nice to meet you,” Hinata murmured, bowing his head, cheeks a bit puffed up. Kita approached him to place a hand on his head.

“We used to be guardians of a shrine nearby here, but it fell into ruin as people stopped coming by and taking care of it.” Atsumu began.

“People would only come by during celebrations. We’d perform during festivals, and we required everyone to be completely silent, or else the performance would be ruined. As we’d do our dances on opposite sides of the mountain where the shrines were, we’d be offering mana to the forest to keep it flourishing.”

“That’s so cool!” Hinata piped, although he quickly stifled his impressed exclamations as Kita pet his hair.

“Usually after the performance, we’d be low on mana, but we’d hide in the woods for a little bit until we were back to normal—”

“—But people got greedy. They knew we were already weaker without offerings being made to the shrine, and they were ready to take advantage of our decrease in mana.”

“Kita-san’s grandmother would give us offerings and come to every performance at the festivals. Kita-san joined her, of course, but one year, she brought along some girls in hopes to help him find a bride—”

“—even though he was like, twelve!”

Hinata gasped and looked up at the silverette, seemingly in awe. “Kita-san, you had game from a young age?!”

“I don’t know, do I have ‘game’ now?”

The redhead struggled to answer, especially with the amusement dancing in Kita’s eyes.

Atsumu cut in before Hinata could embarrass himself, “Those stupid girls decided to be annoying during my performance, and ended up distracting me. Usually with the dance, we can steadily feed the forest mana and influence how much leaves us. Since it was interrupted—”

“'Tsumu lost a lot of mana, and I had to try to compensate it. Kita-san’s grandma tried to help me, but 'Tsumu was grabbed by some adults before Kita-san could get to him. When they went into the forest, I got away from Kita-san’s grandma to find them.”

“They sealed most of our power, but Kita-san managed to interrupt the ritual before they could force us into a contract. Kita-san was so angry, it was like watching the beast from Naruto.”

“Oh, the Nine-Tails!” Osamu corrected.

“Didn’t it have a name? Kuroomi or something??”

“Ah, Kurama!” Hinata blurted.

“Yeah, that!” The twins affirmed, snapping and pointing—or were those finger guns?

“He totally looked like Kurama when he was beating the shit out of those dudes!”

“I think he only turned back when his grandma started calling for him.”

“So, let me get this straight—”

Osamu coughed, “—Good luck with that—”

“—Kita-san can turn into a super gigantic awesome fox monster and you two keep getting younger? Except for when you get mana?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Hinata practically had stars in his eyes.

“We know it’s selfish to ask this of you after we, uh, bit you...”

“But, Shoyo-kun....”

The twins bowed, foreheads touching the floor. “Please form a contract with us.”

“...Eh?”

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•• Part 11 of (?) ••

• A lot of this is influenced by Natsume Yuujinchou to some extent and I am not sorry. Also ykno how I reblogged Kindaichi with his hair down? I did so while looking for some KinHina, and now I’m a little tempted to write smthn. Or maybe KuniHina. Or literally anyone with Hinata because when I say hinata harem I mean Hinata HAREM. •

•• Send Asks for more! Feel free to ask about characters and send Headcanons! Or if u wanna just talk Haikyuu/ships, I’m good with that too! :) and for other parts, search the “summoner au” tag on my blog and you’ll find em! ••

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jui-imouto-chan · 3 years

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I stumbled across your page as I was going through the miya twin tag and was pleasantly surprised to see your summoner au with kitsune miya twins and kita! I eat up any inarizaki kitsune content I can get (especially of the twins) and I wanted to thank you for writing about it! Your style and the way you depict the characters...*chefs kiss* it's fantastic. I also love the story you developed for the twins and would love to see more about it and kitahina! Can't wait to read more about the au! ♡

Part 11.5

Ahhh tysm 💕💕💕

I was really worried about their characterization while I was writing them, and to hear you say that my writing style and my version of them is good 🥺🥺🥺😭😭 I love y’all sm ❤️❤️

Because I’m still a lil bit in Inarizaki mode, here’s a quick lil thang 😘

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“Wait, you’re telling me that tiny little ginger is the one who has Kita-san wrapped around his little finger??”

Suna could hardly believe it. Aran, while surprised, took the information in stride, at least moreso than the twins expected, and as they nodded eagerly, Suna whipped out his phone.

“Hey, shortie!” he called, quickly hiding and pulling Aran with him. As the twins (especially Atsumu) panicked at the sudden attention from the redhead, Suna took as many pictures as he could, quickly downloading them to the cloud in case the twins tried to delete them.

“So it’s not just Kita-san, then.” Aran noted aloud, observing the way the boy’s bright persona affected the twins. Osamu’s usual stoic (if not irritated) expression looked like it took more effort than it should to maintain, like he was just barely keeping himself from smiling.

Of course, the tan man’s eyes shifted over to the redhead, and he couldn’t stop the slight drop in his jaw and the creases forming at the corners of his lips. Furthermore, the scent of strength came off of the boy, juxtaposing his overall slim and agile form. He felt like Atsumu—the pathetic simp, as Suna would unashamedly correct him—when he imagined how warm the ginger’s hugs would be, and how his small hands would fit into his palms.

“I wonder what Kita-san’s expressions are like when he sees this Hinata Shoyo.” The brunette pondered, interest swimming in his eyes despite his impassive expression. “I’m sure they’d be amusing, if not at least interesting.”

Aran didn’t really need to think about it. “He probably smiles.”

“Kita-san smiling? He hasn’t done much of that in years—what makes you think that shrimp would get him to do that?”

“Just a hunch.” It was just a hunch, but he was quite certain. “But I’d even bet on it.”

Suna, of course, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to blackmail Aran, even if it was only on the darker man’s terms. His ears and tail twitched, the latter appendage swaying the way a cat’s would when stalking its prey. “Oh?”

Aran snorted. Hook, line, and sinker. Suna was just as predictable as Kita claimed he was, although he knew there wasn’t really any downside for the brunette in this wager. Either he gets pictures of Kita smiling (probably to sell them, the bastard) or he gets Aran to do one thing he wants him to. Regardless, his tail swished in amusement, and his ears flattened a little as they discussed their innocent bet, peering eagerly down at the unknowing Hinata Shoyo.

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••Part 11.5 of (?)••

• you know I love the Haikyu boys equally, I say, staring at the Inarizaki boys with hearts in my eyes. •

•also yes I love Aran—he’s a black man, so my tan ass goes “he’s one of me” despite the fact that I probably don’t have even a similar ethnicity (I’m desi, both parents from Bangladesh). Also pls don’t take that first part of the sentence out of context I will actually smite you if you make me seem racist over simping for a tan POC in an anime •

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jui-imouto-chan · 3 years

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How does Atsumu and Osamu fit into the story? I love them both especially in a hinaharem, so I'm curious!!

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I got carried away OTL. This may have been influenced by me watching too much NatsuYuu

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Hinata was not pleased with this situation.

Pressing his back to a a withering tree, his eyes darted around as a shiver passed through his body. The graveyard was quiet, although the tranquility that some found when cleaning the tombstones was evidently not present within Hinata.

A breeze broke the eerie stillness, sending a few leaves aloft, which then skittered across the ground whence gravity recalled them. Hinata whimpered a bit.

“I just need to clean up the grave and place and offering. Clean and offering. Clean and offering...”

“You can’t clean a grave from behind a tree.”

Hinata screamed, backing further against the tree, the bark digging into and scratching his skin through his shirt. “Wh-Who—Ghost?!”

From the white robes to the silver-and-black hair, the guess wasn’t unfounded.

“Nope.”

Hinata could’ve cried from relief.

“Are you lost?”

“N-no. I think....”

It was clear as day that the other was unamused by his momentary incapability, rolling his eyes and grasping Hinata’s wrist softly to tug him away from the tree. Hinata’s cheeks burned. Despite his mild mortification, he felt a wash of gratitude flood him.

Eventually, Hinata was stood before his father’s grave, and his palm was pressed snugly against the silver-black haired person’s. Their fingers loosened their clasp, but didn’t unwind fully, not until Hinata heard the jingle of bells and a breeze brush his side, his hand suddenly empty.

And then, with another gust and another jingle, the other returned, a broom and dustpan firmly in his grasp. “I’ll bring something to clean the headstone with. Sweep the ground, for now.”

Hinata really shouldn’t have been surprised that this person was supernatural, honestly. His features were far too serene and eyes too present for him have been just a normal person around his age, after all. Not that Hinata knows very many normal people.

The two of them cleaned quite efficiently, and the other, introducing himself as Kita Shinsuke, even brought incense for Hinata to light. Hinata offered him some of the food his mom had made as the offering for his father, but Kita said it wouldn’t be right to eat it if it wasn’t intended for him.

“Then if I make you something, will you eat it? I wanna thank you for your help! You really saved me today!”

“I’d be willing to eat what you make, although I won’t say I like it if it doesn’t taste good.”

Hinata smiled determinedly, “I’ll make the best lunch ever, I promise!”

Kita, despite his strong inclination of doubt, couldn’t help but smile back, albeit nearly unnoticably.

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Kageyama was thankfully not home for the first five attempts at making Kita a lunch box, although he did bear witness to the latter half of them, which was still unfortunate. Hinata’s mother would have scolded him, but she and Natsu were too busy speculating about why he was making the lunch and occasionally strolling in to assist him.

“It’s done!” Hinata cried after the twelfth try. Kageyama dutifully kept his mouth shut, for once, eyeing Hinata’s hands and steering the redhead to the bathroom to clean up.

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“Kita-san!!!!” Hinata called out to the cemetery, his bright aura dispelling the eeriness of the location. “Kita-saaaaan!!!”

“You shouldn’t shout in a place like this. It’s rude,” Kita murmured, his hand settling over Hinata’s mouth. “Will you behave?” The redhead nodded, and Kita slowly removed his palm. “So, what’d you need?”

Hinata proferred a box wrapped with a yellow cloth dotted with cats. “I brought you lunch, like I promised!”

Kita looked a little taken aback, and Hinata wondered if he was imagining the way Kita’s hair seemed to twitch. “You remembered?”

“It was only like, two days ago! How could I forget? Especially when Kita-san saved me from ghosts and stuff—”

“—That didn’t happen. There wasn’t a single ghost—”

“—it’d be ungrateful of me if I didn’t make good on my promise!”

Kita’s almost couldn’t handle watching Hinata break out into a grin. His eyes felt strained, like he was staring directly into the sun, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away. Softly, he let the corners of his lips push up, and he accepted the box gingerly.

“Let’s eat elsewhere,” he offered, urging Hinata to hold onto him by the shoulder. He jumped, one foot landing before the other onto a hill of long grass overlooking flower fields. A forest stood off to the right, and a single tree sat behind them, providing a bit of shade.

Hinata wasn’t quite prepared for the sudden transport, stumbling to his knees before gazing around in wonder.

Kita helped him up. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yeah!”

Eventually the two of them settled to the ground, Hinata watching anxiously as Kita opened the lunchbox.

Kita paused, observing Hinata’s jitters. “It’s not poisoned, is it?”

He shook his head, Kita breathing a chuckle.

“It was a joke. Thank you for the meal.” His hands pressed together in a momentary prayer, and then he lifted a single octopus-hot-dog-weiner to his mouth. Hinata watched him intently, and Kita knew before it hit his tongue that Hinata put in a lot of effort when making the meal. Just that info made it delicious, but once he’d swallowed it, he eagerly sought more, trying some of the riceballs and vegetables on the sides. He saved the fruit for last.

“Is it good? Do you like it?”

Kita nodded serenely, offering an octodog to the redhead. Hinata immediately latched on and slid the octodog out from between the chop sticks. Kita had to avert his eyes, only to spot the bandages wrapping Hinata’s fingers and parts of his palms.

“You’re hurt.”

“Oh, yeah! I accidentally chopped my fingers, and burned them. I stopped hurting myself as much after the fourth try, though!”

“How many tries did you take?”

“Twelve!”

“Sounds like you wasted a lot of food,” Kita commented. At that, Hinata pulled a pouty smile on his face that was a bit too adorable to not gain amusement from, though Kita consoled him with a ruffle of his hair.

They descended into a comfortable quiet.

After ten minutes, which. Kita almost wished could have been eternity, Hinata tugged on his sleeve. “Will you let me make you lunch again?” He mumbled, looking up through his lashes.

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“I smell food.”

“That’s just because you’re a damn glutton.”

“What was that? You wanna say that again you bastard?”

“If I’m a bastard then so are you!”

Fists flew, the sound of fighting accompanied by shouts and grunts. Kita stepped in just as Osamu bit Atsumu’s calf and Atsumu yanked his hair.

“Why is it that every time one of you speaks, it comes to this? Do you find amusement in wasting your minimal energy on healing injuries that could have been avoided?”

The twins’ ears flattened against their skulls, their big, dejected eyes ineffective against Kita’s bland disposition.

“Sorry.”

Kita breezed past them, starting up the electric kettle to prepare himself some tea.

Osamu and Atsumu perked up at once.

“Your steps are bouncier,” Atsumu piped, at the same time as Osamu commented, “You smell like food.” They then made eye contact with each other and pointed, simultaneously saying, “Oh hey, you’re right!”

The two small fox spirits proceeded to prod at him endlessly regarding his seemingly ‘good mood’, and the tiny smile he had as he batted them away seemed to only fuel their suspicions.

“Woah... Tsumu, he’s got more energy, too.”

“Yeah, it’s radiating!”

They likely absorbed some of the stray energy coming off him, growing a little taller. Instead of looking like toddlers, they now were the equivalent size of a six year-old human. It was almost strange to see them this way.

Kita didn’t let his confusion show on his face, though his tail swished slightly, enough to peek out of his robes. His ears also raised off the top of his head, finally, twitching as he considered where the extra energy came from.

Was it the lunch?

“Kita-san, what did you do? Did you eat someone?”

“No, I don’t do things that I don’t let you two do.”

The twins seemed to communicate with just eye-contact, and it was one of those rare occasions where Kita couldn’t quite decipher what they intended to do with the information they had.

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Hinata always felt antsy during the moments Kita prayed--just between the “Thanks for the meal,” and the first bite he’d take of the food Hinata prepared for him. This time, Kita brought with him a small snack in exchange for Hinata’s.

“You’ve gotten better,” he commented after a swallow. He always wiped his mouth between bites instead of licking his lips, meticulously keeping the tissue folded in a particular manner. “I think the fried rice could use a bit more salt next time, though.”

“Ah, thank you! I’ll remember that!”

It felt like an escape to spend time with Kita, somewhere far away and unknown. Like a secret retreat, away from all of the other supernatural beings that he contracted, and away from the stress of school and tests and life. Hinata felt like he got more chipper than usual after their picnics.

Unbeknownst to Hinata, the same could be said about Kita. They’d only meet once or twice per week, and yet the silverette couldn’t always keep his smiles at bay even days after their lunches. Furthermore, the surges of extra energy from the meals helped him keep a better eye on his troublesome junior foxes, even allowing them to ‘age up’ when they’d latch onto him.

Speaking of those troublemakers...

“Did you hear that?” Hinata asked him, peering over at a spot in the long grass. “I think someone’s there.”

Kita sighed, brushing off his pants and preparing to grab his companions and send them home. However, before he could begin to walk over, Hinata was crouched in front of the patch where the twins hid, smiling at them disarmingly.

“Are you two lost?”

The silverette joined him with a hand on his shoulder.

“They’re not lost, don’t worry. They’re with me.”

Hinata grinned at them. “You’re Kita-san’s friends? Nice to meet you!”

Their eyes widened just a bit, tails swishing.

Kita knew it was inevitable that the twins would get interested, but he should’ve known that it was going to happen much sooner than he’d have ever hoped.

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Days later, Hinata presented two extra boxes, one with a silver-blue wrapping and the other with a sunset-gold. “I’ve brought some for them, too. The little foxes.”

“Atsumu might not eat it,” Kita warned, “Although if Osamu eats first, then he’ll probably get hungry and give in.”

“Which one’s which?”

Kita’s eyes gleamed. “I’ll let you figure that out.”

The twins did not come to spy on them this time, but Kita dutifully brought the lunchboxes to their cabin once Hinata left. As expected, Osamu dug right in, and Atsumu held out as long as he could before giving into his competitive nature. The twins choked on the food in their efforts to finish eating before the other (Osamu won), but when they finished, their bodies were at the approximate age of 13.

Even more impressive than that, though, was that they remained older for a lot longer than they usually do with extra energy, reverting back gradually over the course of a few days rather than the standard overnight regression.

If Hinata’s cooking alone could produce such results, then what would a contract do? ...What would his blood do?

Kita closed his eyes and banished the thoughts before they could fully manifest.

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• Part 10 of (?) •

• I really liked writing Kita. I feel like he’d actually really like Hinata, since Hinata’s always been really hardworking and puts in all this effort to be better. I think Hinata would really like that Kita’s attentive and a good listener, so he could ramble endlessly if he wanted and Kita would be content to listen. •

• Also, anybody curious as to why Osamu and Atsumu ‘age up’ and ‘revert’ to a younger state? •

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#kita shinsuke #hinata shoyo/everyone #hinata harem #haikyuu #hinaharem #kitahina #atsuhina #miyahina #miya atsumu #miya osamu #osahina #hq #haikyu #miya twins #osahinaatsu #atsuhinaosa #atsuosahina #summoner au

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