🌟 190823 [MEET THE STARS] 🌟
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A long time ago I made an au where Yamaguchi becomes a magical girl but unlike my regular magical girl yama au in this one he’s an idol. He meets a magical hamster that gives him the power to transform into a magical idol with the mission of fueling the hope and passion of the world through music. Whenever Yamaguchi preforms, it’ll grow stronger and the people of the world will feel all the benefits. When he transforms he gains access to all the spirits and talents of magical idols past. Finally decided to make a design for it lol
ID: [two digital sketches in red side by side of Yamaguchi tadashi from haikyuu. On the left he is portrayed as a female idol with long hair and a frilly costume covered in star motifs. On the right he is his canon self wearing a denim jacket with an apprehensive expression. In the middle is a small hamster, wearing a hat and with wings.] /End ID
What if the Haikyuu setters were a bunch of idols in an idol group called PSIS (Pretty Setter Idol Squad) and you happen to be their self-proclaimed "biggest fan" and win an all-inclusive tour of the behind-the-scenes of each member! What will you find out about each member? What are their lives off the stage like? Will you get to know them or will you just be another fangirl?
notes: Written in 2nd person, a bit angsty
word count: 1.1k
enjoy!
KING, also known as Tobio Kageyama, is the youngest member of the group, at the age of 19.
Kageyama is the most serious member of PSIS and the newest member of the group.
He's one of the rappers in the group
Every public appearance he has made, he's seen with an unfazed expression.
His photocards are usually him in a serious pose and never seen smiling.
Rumored to be the most professional acting idol.
Not much is known about him as an idol, hence why so many people love him, for his mysterious aura.
His fans have a really hard time getting his attention.
The first dressing room is that of KING's. The most stoic and unfazed member of PSIS. You decide to give a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" his voice seemed a bit annoyed.
"Uh- I'm the winner of the all-inclusive V.I.P tour. You can ask the head security guard for the verification!" you reply back to idol respectfully.
"Alright, let me open the door."
As the door opens you see a tall jet-black-haired male with dark blue eyes standing before you with a seemingly angry expression, he's wearing a white t-shirt and a gray pair of sweatpants, nothing you would have expected from an idol to wear. Though, the nicknamed mysterious idol fully did live up to his name since you feel intrigued by what stands before you.
"Let me guess, you didn't expect an idol to dress like this?" he questioned as he looked at you, still with his same expression.
"Oh no, it's nothing like that, It's just, I-I don't think..." You're trying to find an excuse to try and not offend KING. "I don't think I've ever been this close to an idol before!"
He lets out a sigh seeing straight through your lie, he didn't want to offend his fan so he went with the lie.
"It's alright, just please come in," he tells you with that same unfazed expression he is seen with. It's almost like his personal idol trademark at this point.
As you walk into the dressing room of KING, you are surprised to see the room is decked out with volleyball posters, with a mini-fridge of milk beside the couch. You also spot a volleyball on the ground next to the couch. You then thought I didn't take the oh-so-mysterious KING to be such a volleyball fan...
"I'm sure you didn't think this is what I would do in my past time..." KING lets out breaking the silents between you two.
You must admit, you didn't expect this from King. The fan theories online predicted he's secretly into modeling, or perhaps some party boy who goes to parties under a fake name, but definitely not this.
"I'm sure nobody did KING..." you reply back to KING with a surprised look.
"Please currently, don't refer to me as KING. Kageyama will do just fine," he tells you with a stern look. It seems he doesn't like his stage name too much.
"May I ask why?" you question with wide eyes. The fan pages on KING talk about how he doesn't usually let anyone call him his true name.
"I just, don't like it. We are kind of under contract to go by those names," he explains to you, his voice seemed genuine like he was upset about this certain matter.
Then again, why is he telling you this?
"Why are you telling me this exactly?"
"Because I don't exactly enjoy being an Idol as much as I use to." he lets out with a saddened expression. "I only started to support my family really, they were in a dire time."
The atmosphere became heavy as he explained his reason for becoming an idol. You feel as if you're getting to know, Kageyama, and not KING. You start putting together some pieces, the volleyball posters, the story he's telling you, all of it.
"I assume then you gave up on an important dream," you ask him with a sorrowful expression.
he looks you in the eyes. "Yeah, I had a real passion for volleyball..." he bitterly smiles after saying that. "I had the potential to go pro, but I gave that up for what I thought was the greater good."
"That was very selfless of you Kageyama." you look at him with a smile. "You gave up something you love most for your family," you add to your previous statement, attempting to console him.
"Maybe so... but I'm honestly thinking of quitting. I'm blessed I was able to get my family out of a tough situation 3 years ago but, I don't know if rapping in this group is what I want to do anymore..." he explains while putting his hand into a fist. "I mean, the other member I really do consider my brothers almost in a way," his expression turns into one of anger "but the restrictions of the contract and basically having no freedom takes one hell of a toll on you. Plus the KING isn't even close to the real me. I'm not actually the serious, unfazed, bastard people actually think I am. I hate the dressing up I have to do, I hate all the damn photoshoots, I hate this act I have to play!" he raises his voice a bit while letting out his emotions to you. "I'm sorry, you didn't need to know this." he looks away from your eyes.
You look at the stature of Kageyama, it shows the true feelings of how he really feels. All this pent-up anger, all the sorrowful feelings, all of it just makes you want to help him.
"Kageyama, I would like to know you."
He averts his gaze to you again, but this time, wide-eyed. He seems to be surprised by this statement, you have made.
"Do you truly mean it?" he lets out in a clear state of shock. "Are you one hundred percent certain about this?"
"I mean it, I would love to help you Kageyama-kun!" you tell him as you smile at him reassuring him that you truly mean what you're telling him.
Kageyama then gets up rummaging around his personal dressing room for something. As soon as he finds what he's looking for he hands it to you, it seems to be his phone number.
"Let's keep in contact, please?" he smiles at you for the first time and asked you in a more happy tone than previously
it seems like you got to know the real Tobio Kageyama, not the personification of KING.
Iwaki Idol AU where Oikawa is a hard-working idol who might overwork himself and Iwa is a manager who'll go against all tides to make sure Oikawa is okay. Iwa cannot imagine the day Oikawa committed suicide even though Oikawa had never shown any signs of that, and Iwa was sure to not let any sign go past him.
Atsumu walked off the stage, thanking the attendant who handed him a towel to wipe his face off and give him a water bottle.
It was the last stop on the world tour. Eight months flew by in the blink of an eye and now he was on a break.
"Atsumu! Great show tonight!!"
He smiled at his manager and was about to walk into his dressing room when she stopped him again.
"Oh, I forgot to mention. Yuta is going on paternity leave, his wife just went into labor so you're going to have-"
"Cherry is in labor??? We have to send them flowers and gifts!"
"Already ordered, they'll be delivered tomorrow. As I was saying, your new bodyguard is already here. His name is Sakusa Kiyoomi. He came highly recommended. He'll be with you during your break."
"Alright gotcha. I'm gonna go change now."
When he reached his dressing room, he had to pause and pinch himself. In front of him was the fantasy he didn't even know he had.
"You must be Kiyoomi! Nice to meet ya!"
"Sakusa. And you must be Miya."
Atsumus hand was glared at, and he quickly dropped it. "This is going to be a long 6 months."
And the first four months were grueling.
"Ommiiiii, omi you're off tomorrow but can you spend the day with me? I wanna bake...stuff!"
"Atsumu, you look at a raw egg and it catches on fire. You want me to spend my day off, baking for you."
"Well...yes...you make the best brownies!! Pretty please??? I need them, I'm craving them!!"
That wasn't a lie either, last night he dreamed he was eating brownies. Brownies that Omi was hand feeding him.
Atsumu wasn't sure when he fell in love with the brooding bodyguard. It may have been when Omi had burst into his room at 3 am after he screamed because of a spider on his ceiling. (It was very big in his defense)
Or it was when Omi wrapped his arm around his waist and picked him up. (Ignore the fact is was because someone tried to grab him)
And so, Atsumu was pining. In not so silence. And now his brain was against him, Omi was infiltrating his dreams now!
"...fine. I'll stay. But you listen to my orders when we're baking"
"Yes sir."
Atsumu didn't miss the deep breath that Omi took when he said that word. But no matter what, that line couldn't be crossed. He wouldn't be responsible for Omi losing his job. To become a target to the crazy "fans" he had. But sometimes he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. To be the one that Omi comes home to.
To be the one that Omi kisses before bed and right when he wakes up.
To be the one that Omi lets down his walls for.
And sometimes, when he looks into Omi's eyes, he sees that future shining right back at him, as though Omi wants it too. The next day, Atsumu was on the best behavior he could manage to be. The flour on their aprons wasn't on purpose! And the shells in the batter were easy to scoop out.
And so when Omi put the pan in the oven, Atsumu was already cleaning the remaining mess that was there. "Do...you want to stay for dinner tonight?"
He asked with his back turned, scared to show the fragile hope in his eyes.
"We're ordering in then, because you only get one cooking session with me a day, Atsumu."
And maybe when Atsumu turned back to look at Omi, the fragile hope in his eyes didn't need to be so delicate. Because maybe he saw it reflecting right back to him.