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kaizokucujoh · 10 months

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#man I love him #kenma #kenma icons #haikyuu #haikyuu icons #haikyu #haikyu icons #ch: kenma #anime: haikyuu #kenma kozume #kenma kozume icons #kozume kenma #kozume kenma icons #kenma hq #kenma haikyuu #hq #hq icons #anime #anime icons

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haikyuuwaifu · 1 year

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Ch.2

Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing, Mentioned Violence, Creepy Guy behavior

MASTERLIST

GROCERY STORE INCONVENIENCE

Suna let out a sigh as he rubbed a hand over his tired face. It was evening, and thankfully, the supermarket he was currently occupying was mostly empty. It didn’t make him feel any better at the fact that he was the one currently doing the grocery shopping, but Samu was busy working an event; and Suna was the picture of perfect boyfriend material. Grabbing a cart, Suna whistled a little ditty to himself, as he made his way over to the produce.

The one saving grace of not having Osamu with him, was the fact that the man could do the shopping however he pleased. As much as he loved his boyfriend, he knew the chef could be an absolute stickler for proper grocery shopping protocol. Making his way through produce, Rintaro began filling his cart with the ingredients on his shopping list.

In another part of the store, Y/n was debating on two different packages of meat. Now that she was back home for good, she knew she needed to start grocery shopping regularly. “I usually go with the bigger cut.” A voice behind her supplied, causing the woman to startle. Turning, she was met with a creepy grin that made Y/n’s insides feel a little too murky. She gave the stranger a tight-lipped smile, and proceeded to try and carry on with her shopping. The man behind the meat counter watched on, unsure of how the situation would play out. “I haven’t seen you around here, you new in town?” The creep quipped, taking a step further into Y/n’s space. Y/n took a step away from him, one of her hands gripping her bag, and the other gripping the basket in her hand tightly. “Sir, I’m trying to do my shopping, I would appreciate it if you left me alone.” She stated, leaning away as the man leaned in. “Oh, don’t be like that cutie, I’m just being friendly.” Y/n could only roll her eyes, trying in vain not to hit him with her empty basket. “She said to fuck off asshole, what are you not understanding?” A voice behind them hissed. Y/n leaned over to see a rather tall man standing with a half full grocery cart. His posture was a bit slouchy, but Y/n could only assume it was out of sheer laziness and not a debilitating health problem.

She would be proven correct when the mystery man stood to his full height, easily towering over the creep in front of her. “How about you fuck off and leave me and my girlfriend to our business.” The creep quipped, reaching out to grab Y/n’s hand. Y/n in turn, side stepped the man and managed to get around him and toward the tall stranger. He at least, seemed like he wasn’t going to wear her skin as a body suit. “As you can clearly see, she’s not interested.” The man quipped, giving the creep a lazy once over. “Get the hell out of here before I call the police.” The creepy guy leered, giving Y/n a smile. “Think your little boytoy can protect you forever do y-” Before the man could finish his sentence, he was on the ground. Above him, was the sight of an angry face and matching fists. Y/n let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Makki as Issei laid waste into the creep. Next to them, Kenma was on the phone calling the police. “Thank god!” Makki sighed, pulling Y/n close. “How the hell did you guys even know I was here?” Y/n sighed, leaning into her friend. Kenma had hung up by now, and the three watched as Issei continued his beating. “Your secretary said you left early to get your groceries. We wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner.” Kenma noticed the man behind Y/n and gave him a nod. “Rintaro.” Suna gave Kenma a lazy wave as he watched Issei.

Y/n turned and bowed lowly quietly thanking the tall stranger. “S’not a big deal sweetheart.” The man supplied, moving back toward his cart. “Let’s get together for lunch soon Kozume, I’ve got a few questions for you.” The blonde could only scoff, knowing good and well what his friend wanted to ask him. Suna watched as Y/n left, his curiosity definitely peaked.

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ickymichi · 2 years

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HOLD TO CONTINUE..

a kenma kozume × reader smau

description: what happens when your management wants you to fake date another streamer for publicity? seems easy, if you didn't have a crush bigger than your storage

remember: male implied reader but can also be gn with he/him preferred pronouns! steamer smau! blank & ageless blogs dni or im blocking you ^^

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes at times cause my two favourite idiots r main characters, slight angst, mostly fluff

note: i promised this like 2 days ago n completely forgot i about it whoops T^T but yeah it’s kinda short so i’m gonna get the next ch up straight away :3 !

taglist: @shusbby

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004: KENMA’S A SEXY GENIUS

#🎮—hs2c #✎—hq works #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x gn!reader #kenma kozume smau #kenma kozume x male reader #kenma x male reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu smau

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kagehinafromtheconcrete · 2 years

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afterglow || ch 05: games

fic summary: Kageyama has learned a lot of things since befriending Hinata Shouyou. Things about Hinata, things about himself. How to open up. How to be vulnerable. How to love. And Hinata? Hinata learns more about Kageyama than he ever thought he would. Kagehina drabble collection ft. the rest of Karasuno, written for sarahenany. prompt: “don’t be stupid” ch summary: Hinata asks Kageyama to play his new game with him on his new game console, and he doesn't let Kageyama refuse. Kageyama is simultaneously confused and delighted by this.

Send me dialogue prompts in my ask box and I’ll credit you! Find on the whole collection on ao3. Or...

Hinata always chatted up a storm after practice. Well, Hinata chatted up a storm at any point of the day if he was given the chance, but it was especially post-practice.

“—and I’ve finally saved up enough to get the console, and Kenma and Kuroo-san got me a game since I couldn’t afford both, which was gah, so nice, but since we’ve been practicing so much, I haven’t had time to play much, so—”

Ah. Kozume again.

“—I’m thinking about playing this weekend since we’re not having Saturday practice,” Hinata finished enthusiastically.

“Sounds fun, Shouyou,” Noya said with a grin. “What console did you get?”

Hinata beamed. “A Switch Lite!”

Kageyama’s brows pulled together. Which one was that? Kageyama didn’t keep up with a lot of gaming consoles. Miwa-nee had a handheld one back when Kageyama was in middle school, but he didn’t remember what it was called.

“...geyama. Kageyama, are you listening?”

Kageyama turned to Hinata with a frown. “What?”

“I asked if you wanted to play games with me!”

“Go ask Kozume,” Kageyama said with a shrug, not to be dismissive, but because it seemed like Kozume was the better option, here. And Hinata obviously liked spending time with Kozume. He talked about him a lot.

Something uncomfortably tight shifted in his chest. Kageyama wondered idly if Hinata talked about him to other people.

Don’t be stupid, his brain said immediately. What would you need him to talk about you for?

“Are you… jealous, Kageyama?” Hinata asked abruptly.

“What? What reason would I have to be jealous?”

He turned to give Hinata a questioning look, frowning, and then realized that multiple teammates were staring at him, too. Their expressions were hard to read, but then, Kageyama couldn’t read someone to save his life. Not unless he was in the middle of a match.

It wasn’t a big deal that Hinata talked about Kozume all the time. It wasn’t. Regardless of the stupid feeling in his chest, he couldn’t really get mad at Hinata for having friends. It was just a Hinata thing. He made friends with everyone.

Everyone, including socially awkward, couldn’t-keep-up-with-the-times Kageyama. So, really, Kageyama wasn’t all that special. All he had was volleyball.

Kageyama’s frown deepened. Maybe after everyone left, he’d change back into his practice clothes and go back to the gym. Maybe he could convince Tanaka to give him the key so he could lock up instead.

“Kageyama?” Hinata echoed.

“I’m not jealous,” Kageyama repeated, shouldering his bag.

“...but you look sad.”

“I’m not sad.”

“Then come play games with me tonight!”

“No.”

“Please?”

“I said no.”

“Pleeeeaaaase?”

“Ugh, fine. Fine,” Kageyama relented finally, tossing Hinata an exasperated look. “I’ll play games with you.”

“Whipped,” Tanaka whispered suddenly, only to be silenced immediately by a rough shove from Ennoshita.

And thus, Kageyama sat on Hinata’s bed a few hours later, awaiting Hinata’s return from his sister’s room. He cradled Hinata’s console in his hands—bright yellow in color, fitting his even brighter personality—trying to figure out how the button mapping worked. The third-years had left and only three of the five second-years remained, but Hinata had asked him to play games with him.

Surely Tanaka or Noya would be better at this sort of thing? Yet Hinata wouldn’t let him say no. Maybe the only reason he didn’t bring up playing with Nekoma’s setter was that he was all the way in Tokyo. Couldn’t they have figured something out, though? Over the phone? Through streaming or whatever?

Maybe… maybe Kageyama was Hinata’s second choice. The thought made his heart twist in a way that was physically painful.

The door slid open suddenly. “Ok! I’m back, Kageyama!”

“M’kay.”

“Do you like it?” Hinata asked, plopping down beside him. He leaned his weight into Kageyama, so close that his hair tickled Kageyama’s cheek. “The Switch Lite?”

A shrug. “I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess?! Say it’s cool!”

“What difference does it make if I like it? It’s your console, dumbass.”

“Yeah, but your opinion is important to me, so.”

Kageyama blinked, not expecting such an honest answer. His fingers hovered over the console’s analog sticks, eyes widening a hair as the words fully registered. “...really?”

“Wha—of course! You’re my best friend.”

Kageyama quieted, chest swelling. His fingers remained motionless against the Switch’s controls as he fought to think of something to say in response. But all that came out was: “I’ve never… had a best friend before.”

“Me neither, honestly. You’re my first.”

Kageyama's lips twitched as he looked back at Hinata’s console. A best friend. Hinata’s first best friend. “...you don’t have other best friends?”

“Nope! Just you.”

Hinata said the words so happily, like he was proud of it. The heat in Kageyama’s chest sparked anew. “M…me too.”

“Huh?”

“You’re. Uh. You’re mine… too. My best, um. Best friend.”

Hinata didn’t respond right away. Instead, he leaned more into Kageyama, his weight comfortable in a way that Kageyama couldn’t explain. Then, quietly: “That makes me really happy.”

They played Hinata’s game for hours. Kageyama wasn’t all that great at it—they switched every time their character died—and even though he’d never admit it out loud, there was something… oddly relaxing about watching Hinata play. Or maybe it was because of the way they sat together on the bed, leaning on each other, so close that Kageyama could hear Hinata’s breathing. Or maybe it was the reassurance of Hinata’s words, so confident and without hesitance, calling Kageyama his friend. His best friend.

His only best friend.

My opinion is… important to him.

The thoughts carried him into the night, when it was too dark and too late to even consider going home until the next day. He fell asleep cradled in their warmth, listening to Hinata’s breathing and the repetitive clicking of buttons.

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hpf07 · 1 year

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Kuroo knew Kenma wasn't the most romantic person in the world, but since Kodzuken appeared he was practically forced to be aware of the date, so the algorithm will be kind to him.

Halloween, christmas, anything. He'll need to be aware to play something according to the occasion.

Sometimes he'll do a casual blog, like mother's day, a simple recipe, a day outside with him, just daily things.

But there was a certain festivity Kenma avoided like the plague, trying to be untraceable for the weekend.

Valentine's day.

Kuroo knew about Kenma's crush.

Most importantly, Kuroo new the pain of unrequited love. So, every Valentine's day he'll appear with apple pie and beer, some stupid cards with cat-puns and a movie, just to check out on him.

Fearing every year to interrupt something.

Sometimes he felt selfish for doing it.

Maybe Kenma wanted to be alone and see some old matches, maybe that's why he isolated himself.

Maybe it was selfish to force his friend to spend the most romantic day with him, knowing his feelins. Does that make his intentions impure?

He tried to force himself to remember.

Kenma will kick him out no shame if he didn't wanted him there.

Another year arrived and another Valentine's day was there, so Kuroo was ready.

He got the cheesiest move he could, musical included, maybe he'll manage to cuddle Kenma when boredom will lully him to sleep.

He got a beautiful bouquet of roses, expensive perfume on him, hair somehow tamed for the ocassion and a plastic bag full of things for the evening as he arrived to the Kozume residence.

"My love, your date is he-"

"The door is open, Kuro"

Kenma's voice was grumpier than usual.

He looked tired and hurt, like he didn't even took a shower, not even stopping to greet him.

Kuroo bite the inside of his cheek, taking his shoes off in the genkan, letting his confidence slip out there too, thinking if he really overstepped Kenma's boundaries this year.

"Uhm, sorry for the inconvenience" He murmured softly, shrinking despite his height, like all the air in his lungs was suddenly gone.

"You're never sorry about that" Kenma answered, eyebrows arching hard.

"I can go If you want?" Kuroo asked, hidding the roses, feet stuck.

Kenma noticed the roses and massaged the bridge of his nose.

"No, I'm being an asshole. I'm sorry. Bad day"

And it was probably a hell of a day, his eyebags were dark and swollen, like he hasn't sleeped in a month and cried in the process.

His hair was dirty and greasy.

"Oh, uh. I'm here to be your company in a romantic dinner?"

"As you can see,I'm not exactly ready for a restaurant"

Kuroo's heart squeezed at the snarky smile and glassed eyes, he let the roses down the entry table and the bag slip between his fingers.

"You're beautiful, Kenma"

He walked up to face him and pulled his best friend's head to his chest and covered his body with his own in a thight hug.

"No matter how you look, you always look beautiful to me"

"You're really in character this year,isn't it?" He mumbled bitterly against the expensive shirt.

Kuroo's grip tightened, feeling an inmense desolation as if Kenma's pain was radiating throught him.

"My service, baby" He faked confidence, smiling sadly.

"Can't you just say I'm awful looking and get wasted? You'll make my day easier."

"Nope" He kissed the crown of his head.

Kenma smiled sadly and pushed him appart.

"Okay, enough, just let your stuff on the kotatsu"

Kuroo pushed the roses against Kenma's face grinning.

"You're beautiful, but you do smell awful too"

"Get out of my house"

"Work is a bitch, life is worse. Go get a shower, love you"

Kenma's middle finger was in his face in no time, so he kissed it as a reflex.

"I'll get things done, just take your time and relax."

"Fine, but fuck you too"

Kuroo bite back the comment he wanted to say, Kenma wasn't in the mood for teasing.

"Go, I'll get you fresh clothes"

Kenma's silhouette was quickly out of his gaze, so he took his sweet time to organize everything in his bag.

The champagne and cheese table were expensive looking compared to the cute apple pie and beer cans, but he wanted to have everything Kenma would want at the moment.

He had chips and other snacks waiting to be served until something got his attention. Kenma's usual love-letters, well. Kodzuken's love letters and his phone.

The screen flashed urgently.

Kenma !!

Kenma please don't cry (╯︵╰,)

If I only knew before I-

Shoyo (´,,•ω•,,)

Kuroo's stomach dropped and suddenly he felt as a fool, all the romantic decorations carefully packed on the bag feeling stupid as his eyes suddenly were tingling.

He took the phone in his hands for a second, should he read the convo?

Did...they fight?

Did...Kenma confessed?

Kuroo's hands were shaking. He wanted to cry, but he took a deep breath.

No, If anything, that message meant he was right.

Kenma needed support right now, no matter what happened and he was there to make the day the less miserable he could.

"What are you doing with my phone?"

And there was Kenma, beautiful and breathtaking Kenma, a very naked and rosy Kenma, in a towell and underwear.

Kuroo chocked on his own spit.

"Sorry, you got a message and-"

"Did you read it?" Kenma asked scared, violently, trying to get the phone out of his grip.

"No"

That answer seemed to be the correct one, Kenma inmediatly calmed down, hugging the phone against his chest, looking so small and vulnerable

Kuroo wanted to hold him again.

"Could you please get me some clothes?"

"Sure, sorry I took it"

"Sorry I'm a mess today"

"No worries"

Kuroo went throught the closet with a heavy heart, but decided to make Kenma's day better getting his usual Nekoma sweats and comfy socks.

His eyes lingered for a second and he took one of his hoodies, inhaling his best friend scent in there.

He couldn't help but being selfish.

He loved the inmature feeling of ownership as he used his clothes, not really caring if he didn't had anything casual to wear anymore.

"Alright, my prince's royal attire is here" Kuroo faked composture as he got closer to the Kotatsu were Kenma was under, searching for heat.

"God, I'm freezing" He whispered as he shimmied out from under the kotatsu, shaking softly.

Kuroo's eyes drank the image of Kenma's so incredibly soft looking skin as he handled him the clothes. Maybe he was delirious, but he could swear he took his sweet time to get dressed.

His mouth felt dry as the delicious sight of his long legs got slowly covered, using all his strenght to not open them and bite those milky thighs inside, so soft and slighty plushy after getting out of high school work out routine,he wanted to press him against the kotatsu and-

"Once you stop looking at my ass could you help me dry my hair?"

"KYANMAAA"

Kenma chuckled for the first time of the night, a sad giggling, but Kuroo felt his chest warmer.

"Can't I appreciate the beauty of my best friend?" He murmured blushing as he searched for the hair dryer.

Kenma didn't answered, sight lost on the walls, thinking. He took a second to see the hoodie being placed over his abdomen, covering his beloved collarbones and pink nubbles in a second. He'll do anything to kiss his entire body until all those worries will leave his heart.

"Alright," Kuroo said as he placed himself behind Kenma, whose legs were still hiding under the kotatsu. "Now, isn't this feel better, baby?"

"Less sore, I guess" Kenma answered with a lost sight

Kuroo smiled sadly, something definitely was off with his best friend today.

As he was about to turn the hair dryer on, Kenma's voice brought him back to reality.

"Have you ever noticed-" He interrupted himself. "Doesn't matter"

"Tell me"

"My house"

"What about it?"

"You have it memorized"

"I know,that's what happens when you share your life with someone"

Kenma's lips sealed in a tight line, so Kuroo took it as a green light to start his work.

Kenma's hair was longer as ever, also softer, now that most of it wasn't dyed, Kuroo loved it completely, the dark roots, the pudding hair, the longer one. He could remember so many things just by looking as his hair.

He brushed the long strands in a gentle motion applying the heat with extremely care to not burn his skin, wondering where was the last time Kenma combed it properly. Kenma's blissed smile and rosy cheeks eased his worries as he handled him a tie.

He'll love to braid it, but a low bun will work, Kenma's scalp probably needed a rest too.

He placed a kiss at his now uncovered neck, making Kenma squeak.

"Hey!"

"Warmth really make you day dream, isn't it?"

Kenma's embarassed face was a gift to the world. Cute, so kissable.

"Thanks" He muttered.

"So, what now?"

"The best date in the world is here Kyanma, have no fear!"

"Where is he?" He said with a flat face.

"You're the worst Kyanma"

"And somehow you always prefer to keep coming back instead of getting a cute girl"

Kuroo breath hitched.

"Of course"

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bipercykin · 3 years

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it’s loving kenma hours

#mara.txt #sigh...kenma💓💓#💕 tag #ch: kozume kenma #hq

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kenmaniac · 4 years

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❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜ (kuroken medical au)

after a while, he stopped registering what he was doing. his hands kept moving, one over the other on a continuous movement whilst he watched the water that runned through it go down the sink painted red. as he did so, he couldn’t stop wishing for it to become pink but there was just so much blood staining his hands that kenma thought that it would never happen. they would be forever like that, forever drenched in blood.

akaashi’s blood.

“— oh.” he didn’t fully register his voice coming out like that, in a soft mumble, neither did he register kuro’s presence entirely until he felt him by his side, hovering him with concerned and too sad eyes. it was like his mind was on a blank state, as if every memory had fled away and things were just things and people were just people and he felt nothing, he was numb. so numb that only when the orthopedist lined up his chest against his back and took kenma’s now frozen in mid-air hands in his to keep on washing them gently, did he register that he could, in fact, still feel something.

his gaze returned to his hands and fingers then, to kuro’s bigger hands rubbing his knuckles carefully and slowly, taking away every carmesin outline until it was all flesh and bones again, his chin over kenma’s head and every bit of him warm.

this was warmth, he thought. warmth like akaashi’s small smile or the way he would often look at bokuto. warmth like akaashi’s way of dealing with his patients and how he would listen to their story even if it meant losing more time than it was intended. warmth like akaashi’s gentle reminders and how he kept everyone in check, every board organized, and how a simple touch of his hand on his shoulder made him feel more secure when kenma often felt out of place. warmth like his heart, while kenma squished it gently but desperately, praying, begging for it to beat again, even if half the blood of his body was washing the ER’s floor.

he never understood until then, the true concept of hopelessness, but now he did. he did and he trembled against kuro, every piece of him shaking as the first sob rocked his small frame and the tears came down his face and he felt strong arms come around him.

as the water came down the sink, now transparent without his hands there to state how fragile life was, kenma cried. he cried and cried letting kuroo keep his promise and hold him down before turning to him and fully hugging the orthopedist, staining his white coat red too as his shaking hands settled on his back and he held on for dear life because he was afraid. afraid that akaashi would never again open his eyes and that he could’ve done more, but right now the only thing he could do was cry and wait.

#ask meme respondido #ch: kozume kenma #ship: ( don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people? ) — kuroo tetsurou ✘ kozume kenma #honestamente #o que eu fiz aqui?#perdão????#ME DESCULPA AKAASHI DHDOAEHDH #asamyia

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fiendishpal · 2 years

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your honor, it’s them!!!!!!!!

#haikyuu #haikyu #hq!!#kenhina #kozume kenma #hinata shoyo #kenma going to brazil to play volleyball with hinata i am *is melting*#fiendish art #fiendish comics #post-timeskip #hq ch 402.1

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nekoma-cat · 6 years

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•°Kenma icons made by @nekoma-cat °• ❁❁❁❁ reblog if using ❁❁❁❁

#kozume kenma #nekoma #hq #hq!!#haikyuu #hq!! icons #manga #allanimanga #anime #pfp #ch: kozume kenma

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kaizokucujoh · 1 year

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kenma kozume icons • like/reblog if you save or use

#KENMA MY BELOVED #kenma #kenma icons #haikyuu #haikyuu icons #haikyu #haikyu icons #ch: kenma #anime: haikyuu #kozume kenma #kozume kenma icons #kenma kozume #kenma kozume icons #kenma hq #kenma haikyuu #hq #hq icons #anime #anime icons

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kzmkenmaa · 3 years

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Regardless if we win or lose, no one really dies or respawns, the dark side never prospers nor does the world end. We don't travel across a grand land, all we do is stand within the four corners of a 9x18 metre rectangle, and give everything we've got to prevent a ball from hitting the floor.

#haikyuu!!#hq #fyhaikyuu #kenma kozume #hinata shoyo #kuroo testuro #manga coloring #a: haikyuu!!#ch: kenma kozume #reposting bc i found some coloring mistakes :')#mine #mine: haikyuu!!#mine: manga coloring

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rintarouss · 3 years

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𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗞𝗬𝗨𝗨 !! 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗔𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦 !

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 these are such old songs but idc. here’s a glimpse into my spotify

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 almost all of them ?? idk

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 18+ characters, suggestive lyrics, alludes to infidelity, profanity

“darling i dont wish you well, when you ain’t with me. I want you crying. I know it’s wrong, but I just gotta be honest” unreleased by brent fiayaz — akaashi, SUNA, semi, konoha

“you found a magnum inside of my bag, don't know how to explain this. that was in there way before we started dating, this the only music I hate facing” somethin’ tells me by bryson tiller — futakuchi, tendo, tanaka

“this dick is too big just to swallow it baby but you still you do it like its thanksgiving, and you gobblin’ gobblin’ gobblin’ gobblin’ baby” the take by tory lanez — daichi, ushijima, aone, aran

“two in the morning my mind is on you. four in the morning, still hasn’t moved” change locations by drake — osamu, tadashi, asahi

“if thats your girl why she in my section? if thats your girl why she doing roleplay goin’ both ways like an intersection. stole her like an interception, but you can have her back she ask a million questions” these days by mike. — atsumu, hinata, nishinoya

“fuck is you saying, who are you talkin’ to? never called you a bitch but who are you barkin’ to? disrespecting me, calling me a lying ass —, who are you tryin’. am i on trial?” talk show by twenty88 — iwaizumi, terushima, kyotani

“she my number one i dont need nothing on the side. said that i was done for good and dont want no more lies. but my phone be blowing up, temptations on my line” kevin’s heart by j. cole — oikawa, UKAI, makki

“these girls are insane, all girls are the same” all girls are the same by juice wrld — kenma, TSUKISHIMA, kageyama

“you need a — when he done probably gon’ put you out, you need a — thats gon’ put it in yo mouth. dick so big its like a foot is in yo’ mouth, you ain’t babysitting but my kids all on yo couch” planez by jeremih — bokuto, MATTSUN, meian

“this the one you talking ‘bout thats supposed to take my place, is this for real? its almost disrespectful, that’s a downgrade and you know it. still your best, me” still your best by giveon — kita, sugawara, kuroo, sakusa

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