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osamusriceballs · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1 <3

Oikawa & Titfucking

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,2 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"C'mon, you need to try a bit harder, beautiful," he taunts you, his voice sweet like honey, like a soft caress on your skin.

"Can I please touch you? Please, Tooru, I need you," you try to coerce him into giving into you, but he still smiles at you pitifully, not showing the slightest attempt to let your wrists go. "I don't think that was convincing enough. Maybe I just need to make you wait a little longer."

A hiccup gets stuck in your throat and you wiggle in the tight grip of his hand while his teeth graze against the shell of your ear. "How about this? You get to touch me, and I get to fuck these pretty tits of yours? Does that sound good?" His free hand gently traces the outline of your exposed chest, and a shiver runs down your spine at the small action. Your back arches, your chest pressing tightly against his bare one, and you nod frantically, hoping to ease him into giving you more- and he finally releases your wrists, his hands softly caressing your cheek and your arms before he moves both hands down to your exposed chest. You gasp when his thumb caresses your nipples, the bubs hardening under his skillful fingers, his touch soft, yet with just the right amount of pressure to have airy breaths escape your lips.

"You can touch me wherever you want, pretty girl." The kind smile never leaves his face as he cups your tits and presses them together, making sure to "accidentally" brush his fingers over your nipples a few times again, his eyes taking in every single one of your reactions, reveling in the way your breath stocks for a second. "Sensitive here, beautiful?" At this point you think it's impossible for Oikawa to address you without a sweet nickname, and all of them seem to directly reach to your core and make your heart flutter even more.

His adjusts his position, making sure that his weight is not crushing you, but still pinning you to the bed before he finally lines up his cock at your tits. You let your now freed hands wander to his thighs, that seem even more muscular and defined ever since the Argentinian sun has shown its effect on him. The lean muscles tense under your fingers, and your breath stocks for a second when he suddenly spits down on one hand and languidly strokes his cock, right in front of your face, coating your chest with a bit of his saliva too.

You roam your hands to his abdomen, feeling him flexing at your touch, a deep breath leaving his lips, as he visibly gulps and focuses on your face while he strokes his cock. "Please, Tooru- fuck my tits, and then fuck me, please-" you whine, your hands wandering to his chest and feeling his heart pounding under your fingertips. You pause when he suddenly releases his cock, his expression changing from relaxed and understanding to determined and greedy for the first time, and he abruptly catches your wrists on his chest to bring them down to your tits. You get the hint and cup them, and he nods approvingly at the lewd sight of you, bare under him, your hands cupping your tits and your thighs clenching together, your needy and desperate expression making his breath stock for a second. He caresses your cheek gently one last time before he presses his cock against your tits, that are now dripping and glistening with his spit, one of his hands guiding the tip between them.

A low "fuuuuck" leaves his lips as he starts to buck his hips and fuck your tits, the tip of his cock hitting you chin every now and then when he thrusts his hips extra hard. Groans and whimpers leave his lips as he starts to pick up his pace, and the sounds turn you on even further, his desperate groans making the wetness pool between your legs. His eyes constantly move between your face and the way his cock moves between your tits, eager to see all of your reactions, and you blush feverishly under his intense gaze. You press your tits even further together and loll out your tongue, trying to get a taste of him whenever he thrusts hard enough, and his jaw drops at the sight- the sight of his beautiful wife begging for more. "More Tooru, use me, please-" his pace gets even faster at your words, his hips now feverishly bucking against your body as he chases his high, both of you knowing that he will finish soon. One of his hands comes to rest on your shoulder, while the other grasps the sheets, the muscles on his arms straining from the pressure, and the desperation is clear in his eyes as he fucks you with no restrain. The sheer force has your toes curing and your body aching for more- more of him. "Fuck- just like that- I'll-" broken words escape his lips, his teeth digging into his lower lip while you moan his name and lick the tip of his cock whenever you get the chance to, drool now coating your chin and dripping down to your neck. The sound of his cock fucking your wet tits is lewd enough to bring even heat to your cheeks, and you squirm under him, your walls clenching at the thought of him fucking you like this next.

You feel him tense and see how his muscles pop out when he finally cums, coating your chin and your chest in white, the feeling of it so lewd and so dirty, yet so forbidden good. You can see how he turns even more feral at the sight, his hips bucking one last time, his balls loudly smacking against the fat of your tits before his body loses all tension. He takes a few deep breaths, his brown eyes fixed on the mess he made on your chest, barely able to look away from it. "Fuck, you look so hot like that, love." His eyes roam to your face and you suppress the urge to turn away- because the intensity of his stare makes shivers run down your spine. He notices the shift in your face and he is quick to bring his hand to your chin to turn your face to him and to lean down to connect your lips with his. "I love you. You're my everything." The soft caress of his lips makes you almost explode from love but also from the aching need between your legs that he still needs to tend to. You're pretty sure that he notices the way you rub your legs together, at this point begging for any friction to ease to your needs- and Oikawa knows exactly what you need.

A mischievous smile sports his lips when he pulls back, and his thumb collects some of his cum on your chin and brings it to your mouth, forcing your tongue down and making you swallow the liquid.

"C'mon now, pretty girl. Show me how ready you are for me. Spread those legs for me, and I'll make you feel really good."

#kinktober #kinktober day 1 #haikyuu kinktober #oikawa #smut #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #I really hope I'll manage to post all fics around this time! <3 #I'll do my very best!#ENJOY EVERYONE! <3 #I have used random kink generators for all the days!#to make this a personal challenge for me #I kind of like the outcome #the next day feel kind of scandalous ngl #but in a good way! <3 #sleep well everyone! <3 #i have two weeks off from work #so I'll definitely be more active <3

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pipopipo · 2 years

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hellooo my ipad is finally fixed! all my files are gone now and i forgot how to draw with this thing

#also lost a good chunk of procreate brushes that i really liked :D #curse past me for not backing up my stuff #haikyuu #hq #kozume kenma #art #kenma #i do miss drawing kenma a lot . i realized #also u can tell w how messy my lines r that i havent drawn w this in a while #heres to more art in the future ig hope my burnout goes away too

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kakashihotakes · 11 months

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#hq!!edit #dailyanime #haikyuu!!#!#oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #did i use too many crowns?#probably #i also really love adding yellow to them for their colors #it fits so good!!#rip this doesn't count towards what i made it for #uggggggggggh why am i so dumb

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kimbapisnotsushi · 9 months

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see the thing that gets me about the nekoma v. nohebi match is that when naoi is helping yaku on the side of the court, he tells him, "shibayama may look weak, but he's strong" to try and reassure him and yaku just goes, "i know. it's not him i'm worried about" in response

and whenever i read that i'm just like "!!!" because yaku never doubted shibayama! yaku ALWAYS believed in him, even when shibayama didn't believe in himself! yaku trusted that he would carry! what the fuck was naoi even on! why would he say that in the first place! yaku is presumably the one who spent the most time with shibayama, training him and helping him and teaching him to grow! to connect! to become part of the team! that's YAKU'S number one pupil! how could yaku not have any faith in him? how could yaku think, even for a second, that shibayama wouldn't pull through?

also, his admission that it was lev he was worried about? which, yeah, i'm pretty sure all of us already knew — if anyone was going to be a weak link, it would be the cocky overconfident first-year brat who talked hot shit without anything to show for it. (and i'm saying this as someone who loves lev a lot, mind you.)

but what worried yaku the most was that lev didn't understand 'connection'. and while yaku could more than make up for it with his own skill, it's crazy to think that lev didn't understand it while yaku, of all people, was on the court. lev didn't understand until shibayama stepped in! and that's the crazier part: yaku couldn't connect with lev, but shibayama did. yaku and lev worked fine, yeah, but that wasn't what lev needed to understand. and that's okay! sometimes all it takes is the right person with the right words, and everything falls into place. and i think that's an absolutely brilliant and incredibly lovely lesson on how connection is also about finding the different ways to make puzzle pieces fit instead of sanding down their edges, because everyone is different and that should be something we are all understanding of!!!!

#idk there's something so poetic about yaku teaching shibayama and then shibayama teaching lev #and there's something incredibly funny about yaku going “i KNOW” in naoi's face. which was well-deserved #also i think this is one of the moments that really shows the maturity of the third years compared to how baby the first years are #bc like . . . you can't dismiss yaku's opinion like that #we know he's good. we know he's talented.#praise from him HAS to be high #AND ALSO!!!!#THE WHOLE REASON LEV UNDERSTOOD IN THE FIRST PLACE WAS BC SHIBAYAMA WASN'T YAKU #YAKU WASN'T THERE TO COVER HIS ASS AND LEV HAD TO STEP UP IN TURN #also “me and shibayama are like one yaku!!!” that's so fucking funny. are you a fucking transformer #anyways guys i love shibayama and i love lev and i love them together #yaku morisuke #haiba lev #shibayama yuuki #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu meta #sou says stuff

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touchlikethesun · 3 months

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so i completed my first ever fan binding, everything from start to finish - barring writing the fic myself - and i wanted to share the results!!

the fic is the certain things we lack by @deanpendragon on ao3 (it’s an incredible fic, if you haven’t read it already, you really really really should!!)

if anyone wants to bind their own copy using the typeset i made, i’ve put a fully formatted and print-ready pdf along with some instructions for how to go about fan binding (and links to people who can explain the process better than i can) on my google drive!

#i just had to share i’m actually so proud #i’m probably more proud of the typeset than i am of the actually binding #i've made typesets for fics before so i was familiar with the process but i did try harder on this one than i ever have previously #and i think it looks really good i came up with a few little ideas that ended up working out better than i thought they would #as for the binding itself… well for a first attempt i can’t complain the books both open w/o falling apart 😭#and that’s the most important thing #anyways this was fun #tsukkiyama #haikyuu #fic: the certain things we lack #book binding #fan binding #typesetting #posting this now that my friend has her copy and most of the surprises can’t be spoiled anymore #i did have to tell her a few things eventually but that was mostly just to make sure i got her preferences right lol

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tenowls · 1 year

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if you get really good... i promise you... somebody even better will come and find you.

redraw of some of THE panels of all time

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #kagehina #fanart #thought abt hq for a bit too long and gave myself Emotions #@everyone who followed me for mbd please know my last catastrophic brainworms event was the release of hq 387 kageyama backstory #[yelling from the rooftop] IF YOU GET REALLY GOOD #I PROMISE YOU #SOMEBODY EVEN BETTER WILL COME AND FIND YOU!!!!#and he did ;w;

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revasserium · 10 months

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Hi rain, how are you today? take care of yourself, okay. May i please request prompt 88 for kita? Hope you're doing good, and if you're okay with the request. Thank you, have a great sunmer! Xoxoxo

hq reqs are open u__u

88. This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

kita; 1,857 words; fluff and that's it -- happy bday kita-san! <3 may your rice harvest be plentiful this year!

“what does ‘beauty’ mean to you?”

it’s a question you’ve pondered, your skin smudged dark with charcoal and lead, your fingertips always ash-bitten, but sparrow-quick and just as flighty. when your art teacher had posed the question to the entire class, you’d been taken by it, held still by the vastness and the implication.

the first time you see him, you see him in brushstroke and paint, and it’s hard not to, what with his hair the exact imitation of an ink-dipped brush. but you see him in still-life and in motion studies, in the hard marble of renaissance sculpture, in the soft effervescence of impressionist painters.

beautiful, is your first and only thought.

but you are of the quiet sort of artists, the ones who, like truly dedicated nature photographers, have mastered the art of camouflage so well that rare birds and animals will crawl right up to their cameras. you are an expert at blending in, whether it be into the back of a classroom or simply to a park bench along a busy stretch of road to watch the street vendors hawking their wares, the tourists with their wide eyes and wandering gazes, always so unsure, the parents and children and businessmen in their ill-fitted suits.

you are of the quiet sort, and you’re content being as you have always been. but quiet artist girls don’t usually suddenly manage to find the gusto to talk to the beautiful boy who also just so happens to be the captain of their nationally ranked volleyball team.

it’s just not the sort of thing that happens.

until… it does.

“ahh… a model?”

you nod, your eyes flickering passed kita’s expression of tempered confusion, your fingers worrying themselves in the hem of your skirt.

“y-yes… it’ll only be for about an hour or so — and it’s on a day when you don’t have practice —” you frown at a fraying thread in the corner of your uniform and resist the urge to tug it till it unspools across the bright, paneled wooden floors of the hallway, cast brilliant in reflections of afternoon light. like this, kita’s face is lit up from below, his skin inked in orange and yellows. like this, he is nothing short of incandescent.

“sure. it’s no trouble.”

you nearly slam yourself into a bow of thanks, promising that you’ll find some way to repay him for this, turning on your heels and nearly galloping to the empty classroom where you spend most of your afternoons, sketching for your portfolio.

you run so fast that you don’t see kita’s lips twitch into the beginnings of a smile.

you don’t see the dark amber of his eyes track your form all the way down the stretch of hallway, till you turn and are lost to his sight. you don’t see him standing there for a long moment after, listening to the echo of your footsteps as they ring against the walls.

he arrives at the after school art club a bit early, intent on doing his due diligence, and he’d taken care to shower early that morning, to make sure this uniform is pressed and neat and tucked in at all the right places. he arrives at the art class to find the room bustling with activity, and the history teacher smiling at him genially from the front of the classroom.

“ah — kita-san, welcome, welcome. and thank you again for agreeing to model for us today.”

kita drops into a short, sharp bow before his eyes slingshot to you, sitting behind an easel that’s easily almost as tall as you are standing up. you’re busy with your supplies, but there’s a practiced nature to your movement as you methodically pull out all your paints and brushes, your charcoals and inks. it reminds him of himself when he’s in his element, on the court, or collecting all the scattered balls from around the gym after a good, hard practice session, pushing the cart, dragging the long mop across the wax-wooden floors.

you pause and look up, your eyes meeting his, and immediately again you duck behind the large easel. kita bites down a smile, makes note of the tight, tingling feeling in his chest and reminds himself to address it later. he tucks the thought away as he turns back to the history teacher as he begins to explain the specifics of being model for a day.

you peer out from behind your easel as kita turns away, the weight of his eagle-eyed gaze no longer pressed to your skin — like a pair of sun-warmed stones, they sit round and smooth and right and you’d felt them flicker over the rest of you before coming back up to rest on your face.

class starts and for the first time in your life, you find yourself hesitant to put pencil to paper, to dip your brush in ink and watch the darkness seep into the waiting canvas. you stare at kita, who is standing with a hand tucked into his pocket, the other resting by his side, his face turned at a 45-degree angle, looking for all the world as if he were in engaged in a phantom conversation, listening intently.

“1-minute poses please,” the history teacher says and kita bobs his head in a brief nod as the timer starts.

and this time, you don’t miss it — the way his eyes swipe towards you, lingering, lingering, and then he’s gone again.

you suck in a breath and nearly upset a jar of black ink coughing as it catches in your chest. flushing deep and hot, you mutter a soft apology to the people sitting next to you as you begin to draw.

it is mixed medium, so you pick a few of your smudgiest charcoals and set to work, your arm lissome and fluid as you sketch out the contrasting lines of kita’s face, his arms, the bend of his calves, even within the loose-fitted slacks of the school uniform — you can see their strength.

another blush threatens to overwhelm your cheeks as you squint at the page, eyes flickering up at odd intervals. and once, twice, three times, you catch him staring straight back at you. the air between you fizzles with unspent static electricity and you can’t help wondering if it’s all in your mind.

but of course it is, you think to yourself as the first half of the drawing sessions draws to a close and everyone stretches sore arms and stiff legs in their seats, chair legs scraping against the classroom floor. you frown down at the mess of sketches peppering your sketchpad. it isn’t until you feel his presence next to you that you finally lift your head.

“you do beautiful work.”

you gulp, blinking up at him. his face is gilded gold from the setting sun and you feel your breath soften in your chest.

“it helps to have a beautiful subject.”

you want to swallow back the words almost the second you say them, but then kita is laughing, a light laugh, a warm happy laugh. and you look back up to find him smiling. it’s a brilliant, beautiful thing.

“well… thank you.”

the second half of the drawing session is a reclining pose, and you pick pastels for this, rendering him in soft colors and even softer lines. except for the deep amber of his eyes, the ink-dipped tips of his hair. time shifts itself around you and before you know it, the session is ending. and everyone is packing up to go.

you finish packing your art supplies to find kita by the door, his eyes downcast at his phone screen, but when he looks up to find you watching him, he offers you a smile, pushing himself up from the doorframe to the rapidly emptying classroom.

“th-thanks again for agreeing to this…” you say as you both head out into the darkening hallway.

“i had a good time,” he says, and you think this is the most you’ve ever heard him speak.

the quiet stretches, taffy thick between you as he walks you to the school gates and you turn towards him with another shy smile.

“maybe… you could do it again sometime?”

kita cocks his head.

“if it’s alright. i’d like to.”

you nod, pleasure twining up your chest till you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue.

“i’ll talk to takigawa-sensei again and i’m sure he’d like to have you back just as much as i —” you cut off with a hiccup, realizing how much you’d said out loud and judging from the small grin tugging at kita’s lips, he’s not hard of hearing.

“ah… so you spoke to sensei first about me modeling?”

you have to physically fight the itch in your arms, to bury your face in your hands and perhaps press your back to the school’s red-brick wall and hope that it swallows you whole.

“i — well — he was asking if we knew any — anyone who’d be good and i — i immediately thought of you…”

“immediately, hm?”

there’s a soft iambic hum to his voice that washes shivers down the length of your back, like stepping into a hot shower after a day spent out in the cold.

“sorry… i should’ve asked you first but…”

kita shakes his head, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes before tucking his hands into his pockets.

“you live down that way, right?” he tips his chin in the direction of the street behind you.

nonplussed, you nod. he readjusts his school bag on his shoulders and starts to walk.

“c’mon. i’ll walk you home. it’ll be dark soon.”

you stare after him for a solid ten seconds before stumbling into a jog to catch up to him, chewing down a smile that breaks over your lips anyway.

“so,” he says, letting his eyes slip towards you for a second before he focuses back on the road, “when did you start drawing?”

“i… i’ve been drawing as long as i can remember… ever since i was old enough to hold a pencil…” you take a breath and kita waits. you breathe out and let yourself smile.

“i think i’ve just… always been attracted to beautiful things… and i want to take them and keep them for myself, y’know?”

kita nods, once more casting you a side-long glance, “yeah. i know the feeling. quite well, actually.”

he doesn’t tell you that like this, with your cheeks washed in a delicate blush, either from the cold or something else, your jacket pulled high over your untucked school uniform, your thick, thigh-high stockings offsetting well-shined shoes he thinks that you’re nothing short of beautiful.

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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 3 months

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I drew my husband

#i was looking at some of my old sketches that i made when I was in school and thought damn i was good at sketching #really wanted to do it again because I haven't touched it in years #of course I had to draw Asahi first #i was afraid i was out of practice and it wouldn't turn out well #but it did!!!! and im proud of it!!!#i tried to scan this image but they all didn't look good so here #asahi azumane #asahi #azumane asahi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu art

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weezmancer3 · 5 months

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Finals season D:

My finals start next week, so here's Kagehina bc at least I'm doing better than them.

Kageyama has no idea it's finals season. Turns to the kid next to him and asks if they know about an exam happening today. As the final is being handed out. Guesses on everything, finishes first, then takes a nap. Passes by the skin of his teeth (Thanks to the curve)

Every time Hinata attempts to study he just breaks down. He makes it to his first class and is already in tears. Takes all of his exams while silent tears stream down his face. The highest grade he gets is a B- and he rubs it in Kageyama's face for the longest time. Kageyama is pissed but mainly just confused that everyone knew about the exams but him.

Good luck to everyone with finals coming up, you're probably doing better than your favorite fictional high schoolers!

#haikyuu #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #hinata shouyou #kagehina #kageyama tobio #kageyama gets really good at guessing at scores higher than Tsuki on a pop quiz #Tsuki cries when he gets home #finals week #scary ikr

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freakurodani · 11 months

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all cozy

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #hq!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu!#fukurodani #conspiracy lvl: art #not suuuper happy w this one but! i really like how akaashis face came out so its all good #he looks so happy and handsome

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lotus-duckies · 4 days

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also on the topic of bokuto being a captain, i need to address how everyone talked about him during his first Mood Swing TM of the series

Everyone was so quick to say "ah, Bokuto's simple, he's like a baby, his violent outbursts are an opportunity for the rest of the team to shine"

which is a very limited take from outsiders who don't actually understand their team and who don't really understand Bokuto

and the most positive statements on bokuto came from ukai, and more importantly, akaashi

i think these outline why Bokuto is a captain and why everyone on fukuroudani is so okay with him doing whatever. He's a dependable guy who cheers up the whole team during a game

#fukuroudani's good quality being chalked up to “can keep playing after bokuto falls apart” irks me and i can't really ascertain Why right no #i will figure ito ut later #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!#IS AKAASHI THE ONLY PERSON WHO STILL THINKS HIGHLY OF BOKUTO #besides hinata

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prick-love-for-arting · 7 months

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someone else can decide which novel they're reading together

they are the kind to have been around each other so long they know each others routines and exist almost seamlessly. their home is so cozy and clean. they always have all kinds of tea and their friends' favorite snacks

#haikyuu!!#kita shinsuke #omimi ren #kitamimi #art #fan art #digital art #haikyuu art #they also would not own a tv and use a laptop to watch all their friends' pro games but neither of them is really tech savy #suna bookmarked all the important stuff for them #omimi is really good at spreadsheets though #they are the old married couple #zine app art

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kimbapisnotsushi · 7 months

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you seem to have a good read on HQ and your takes are great, so i have a question...and if you'd rather not go there, please ignore this! but i see oikawa get called "arrogant" quite often and i'm curious, would you say he is? what is it that makes people think that? imo he has a plenty of flaws, but i truly don't think arrogance is one of them. self-centered, sure, but not arrogant i think. i'm open to being wrong, i'm just legit so confused by that particular criticism, it makes me doubting my reading comprehension. i feel like that one post that's like "free my man, he didn't do that. he did a lot of other stuff tho" LOL. if you do answer this, then thanks for your time!

oh, dear anon. this is a very very big question and i'm honored you think i am capable of providing an answer that does it justice!! i don't consider myself an oikawa expert by far, but i'll do my best because he's still very beloved to me, and i hope whatever i say helps!

(but also - maybe take what i say with a grain of salt LMAO)

anyways, to get the main point out of the way: i completely agree that oikawa isn't arrogant! i actually haven't seen any commentary about that myself (bless!!!), so i can't say for sure why some people might think that, but my guess is that they think his pridefulness = arrogance — they think that the confidence he has in himself and seijoh contributes nothing to their actual power and is utterly meaningless if they don't win, especially in the face of ushijima. which, like, come on. what kind of captain would he be if he wasn't confident in himself and his teammates? is he supposed to tell them that they're going to lose??? is he supposed to discourage their hard work and effort???

or maybe it's because oikawa acts like he's all that, but doesn't have anything to show for it. who does he think he is? what does he think his pride is worth? what right does he have to go around making grand declarations when he has nothing to his name?

(which isn't entirely true, either, but we'll get into that, promise.)

now, do i think that he can, occasionally, be flippant, shallow, and/or petty? yeah, sure. he's got one hell of a personality about it. even iwaizumi says as much. oikawa is great at being a little shit. it's one of my favorite things about him!

but is oikawa genuinely arrogant, or self-centered? well . . . i don't think so.

see, here's the thing about oikawa: he knows he's good, but he doesn't think he's good enough. i think it'd be easiest to really explain what that meant if we broke this down into two separate parts, so let's give it a go, shall we?

(buckle up, friends, because it's about to get LONG. also: TIMESKIP SPOILERS!! and there's a tldr at the start of the tags because. WOW.)

so, first things first: if people are calling oikawa arrogant, then i'm like 99% sure that they don't actually know what the word "arrogant" means.

"arrogant" is used to describe someone full of themselves. it's used to describe someone conceited and pompous. it's used to describe someone so assured of and invested in their self-importance that they don't care for other people, and if it seems like they do, then it's usually wildly off the mark and still serves to inflate their own egos.

oikawa has never once been like that. he's been pretty much the exact opposite, in fact.

and yeah, sure, by his third year of high school, he knows he's good at volleyball, and that's fine! it's perfectly all right to claim you're good at something if you have the skills/experience to back it up. confidence is healthy as long as it isn't in overabundance, and we actually see a lot of this throughout the series!

(not to mention that this was where ushijima fell short. he was overflowing with confidence. he did not believe, for even a single second, that hinata shouyou and his meager, scrappy little flock of crows could beat him.

but oikawa? he knew. he knew what it looked like to make something bloom.)

the key to oikawa's confidence that made him better was that he could pinpoint others' strengths and weaknesses just as well as he could with his own. and (bear with me, please, i might get kind of boring here bc it's nothing that hasn't been said in the manga before) i don't mean it in the way we see the coaches or more analytical players do, as observations to be taken advantage of by everyone else; i mean that in the sense of how vital it is to his position as a setter. that was always the biggest difference between oikawa and kageyama: no matter how much more raw talent kageyama had, no matter how much better oikawa believed him to be, kageyama, especially in the beginning, struggled to do what oikawa could with a team. kageyama struggled to bring out the best in each player. and it wasn't because he didn't know how -- oikawa freely admitted that kageyama had the skill for it, that kageyama, once he got his shit together, could win against him -- it was because kageyama didn't have that same confidence in himself.

(not until much later, anyways. but that's another story, for another time.)

so, oikawa's confident. he knows he's good. he can bring out the best in each player. he's got a killer serve (and a killer smile!), a mind for tactics that borders on machievallianism, and cherishes the trust he is given like it's something precious. his coaches let him lead without leaning on them. his team has the utmost respect and admiration for him. he has a reputation. from karasuno to shiratorizawa to the whole of miyagi -- there is not a single character who knows oikawa tooru and would believe that he is, in any way, bad at volleyball.

but it's not enough. despite all of that, oikawa still doesn't think he's good enough. and that, friends, brings us to the second point.

oikawa tooru is nothing if not passionate.

so were the others, of course. kageyama kept going after his grandfather's death. hinata kept going while being a nobody from nowhere with no one to back him up. atsumu kept going while osamu didn't. it's not even about just those who went pro -- kenma, kuroo, noya, and everyone else found things that they were passionate about and kept going with it. the entire story revolves around loving what you do and trying to keep that love alive, and, sometimes, that can be really, really difficult when it seems like it doesn't love you back.

oikawa was so insecure over kageyama to the point where he nearly decked the poor kid. oikawa got crushed by ushijima-- who kept telling him that his team was not good enough, that his choices were not good enough, that there was nothing good enough to be proud of -- for years in a row. oikawa was taught that there would always be someone better than him no matter how skilled he was, but if he let that stop him then he didn't fucking belong on the court in the first place.

oikawa tooru is intimately acquainted with not being good enough, but he keeps trying to be. he keeps going. he tries to keep the love alive even if he's not loved back. he pushes and practices and takes a plane far from home to become even better. even if he doesn't have the skill, even if he doesn't have the talent, even if he doesn't have the love -- he still has his pride. and what does that mean, in the end? how far does that take him?

in the end, oikawa tooru walks across a world stage and sees people who believed in him on the other side and calls it a family reunion. in the end, he gets to play the volleyball that reminds him of why he loves it and how it gives him so much love back. in the end, his pride is unyielding and unbreakable, a product of the forge. he molded it with his own two hands. he will not let it falter so easily.

arrogance would not have taken oikawa tooru this far. i hope this has proven that he is anything but.

remember: instinct is something you polish. talent is something you make bloom. and never, ever let anyone else tell you what your pride is worth.

#tldr: oikawa 's confident in himself but (believing that there will always be someone more talented) is always striving to become better #ANYWAYS #i know this one's a bit different from the itachiyama post where i analyzed each panel but like #that was REALLY hard to do for this one since there were so many good ones i could use!!!#so i ended up just smashing 2-3 panels together that i thought were best representative of each point i wanted to talk about #and then just diving deep into the whole thing #if i had done it the first way we would have been here FOREVER #literally that's why it took so long i kept deleting and rewriting and going 'holy shit how the fuck do i write this'#'how can ANYTHING i possibly say do justice to oikawa tooru'#i hope i did a good job and i hope this helped anon!!!#i genuinely think this is the most insane thing i have ever written so thanks for that i guess #oikawa tooru #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu meta #sou says stuff

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