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illarii · 9 months
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Oikawa is perfect for this scene😔😔 Twitter post
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dorianpavus · 7 months
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haikyuu movie trailer........ the joy of seeing the nekoma game animated with the legends who worked on s1-3...... the heartbreak of knowing the movie format is going to cut so much content...........
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bleach-your-panties · 3 months
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Oh yeah, a rainy day = a writing day 😌🛏💻☕️
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kimbapisnotsushi · 11 months
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haikyuu is cool because you go and read things like "talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you polish" "because people don't have wings we look for others way to fly" "today you are the defeated. what will you become tomorrow?" "we are the protagonists of the world" "and if you get really really good, someone even better will come and find you". and you read about how like. kageyama was learning to love again after it was ripped away from him and hinata was learning that he could jump high enough to become the sun itself and oikawa and ushijima and atsumu and kuroo and everyone else were all learning and trying and living with the hopes of becoming something greater than they ever could have dreamed but that something greater wasn't about winning it all it was about how they were so intricately tied that they will forever be part of the same path no matter how many times it splits and it's THE reason they are able to keep moving forward no matter what they may face. and then you're just expected to continue your life afterwards like nothing HAPPENED.
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petriquors · 1 year
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POV: your best friend is in love with you
a/n: post-timeskip, MSBY4, gn!reader
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🤍 MIYA ATSUMU 🤍
“Hell no.”
“What do you mean, ‘hell no’?” you whine. “Come on, Atsumu; I haven’t been on a date in months—”
“Because men are animals—”
“You’re an animal!”
Touché, Atsumu thinks, while he stares at your bedroom ceiling. He’s supposed to be helping you pick out an outfit for this first date you have planned for tonight, and, genuinely, he doesn’t like anything you’re picking out. Every outfit looks perfect on you, so much that his heart leaps into his throat every time you emerge from your closet, and that’s exactly why they’re not good enough.
Because you won’t be wearing them on dates with him. Like an animal, you said, he’s territorial; and no one deserves to be going on dates with his best friend when it’s so obvious that you’re meant to be with him.
🤍 BOKUTO KORATO 🤍
Panic sets in as soon as Kotaro realizes what he just did. There were lips. And skin. His lips. Your skin.
All you were doing was giving him a hug goodbye. You hug him all the time, even though he’s started holding you a little tighter; you’ve started to joke that he’s going to crush you with his chest. It’s adorable.
He’s been playing with fire lately, between the tighter hugs, the lingering looks, the fleeting touches to your hands and the small of your back. But now, he thinks that he’s about to get burned.
He kissed your forehead. 
It was just for a second, a quick brush of his lips against your skin while you were in his arms. Now that the hug is over, you’re standing in front of him, smiling.
You pat his arms, smile a little wider, and finally tear yourself away. “See you later, Ko!”
He breathes a heavy sigh while he watches you leave. You didn’t notice. Deep down, Kotaro wishes that you did.
🤍 HINATA SHOYO 🤍
“Hey, sunshine!”
When he hears Hinata shout a cliche pet name at the top of his lungs, Meian picks his head up to watch what’s about to happen, betting that Hinata’s going to get a Sakusa-shaped elbow to the face. Where he expects to see his glowering junior, however, he sees you.
You giggle something in response, and the MSBY captain watches Hinata’s face light up from over your shoulder. You fling your arms around him. He pulls you into his chest. It makes Meian’s heart ache as if someone’s squeezing his hand too hard.
“Sunshine, huh?” he teases Hinata once you’re out of sight. “Since when are you dating anybody?”
Hinata gives him a blank stare. “We’re not dating. That’s my best friend.”
Meian can’t help the way he rolls his eyes, or the dry, disbelieving chuckle that falls from his lips. “Yeah, sure they are.”
🤍 SAKUSA KIYOOMI 🤍
The weight of a month-long training camp falls on your shoulder when Kiyoomi’s head rolls to the side. “Missed you,” he mumbles, eyes closed.
He’s next to you on your sofa, after he dragged himself to your apartment first thing when he got back—before even going to his own place.
He had shampoo and a spare change of clothes already packed, anyway. And when Kiyoomi, exhausted from the frustration of a new routine, shows up at your door, who are you to deny him a warm shower and a shoulder to rest his head on? It’s what best friends are for, you told yourself. 
Little do you know, that’s what he told himself, too, but he was trying to convince himself that’s all this is, and absolutely nothing more.
“‘M glad you’re home,” you murmur, patting his wet curls.
There’s a tiny, upward twitch to his lip. Best friends, he reminds himself. That’s definitely all this is.
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hinata-boke · 7 months
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tiny birthday boy doodle!!
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mysterystarz · 16 days
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okay but to all the iwaizumi lovers who don’t hit the gym he’d still love you
i think he’d be the one to get you into small active stuff with him! hiking trails, walks, anything to spend time with you. he cares less about the activity and more about getting to be with you.
if you’re down to start jogging in the morning with him, he’s more than happy to help you start out with a beginners pace. if you need him to spot you at the gym, he’s there.
of course, if neither of those things are your vibe, he’d just ask you to assist him with his push ups so you can lay under him and give him a kiss each time he comes down <3
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moonbeamwritings · 1 year
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To anyone else, a couple sitting together at breakfast not speaking to each other may seem odd, but for you and Kiyoomi, though, it’s nothing out of the ordinary.
“So, you’re away for a game this Friday, right?”
His response comes in the way of a slight nod, eyes narrowed in focus on the plate of food in front of him.
“When will you be home? Monday?”
He nods again, and your eyebrows crease in confusion. You open your mouth to question why he’s suddenly acting so strange, but before you can, Kiyoomi’s tilting his head in the direction of the table to your left. And then you hear it — the gossip.
“I just can’t believe she would do that! I thought she was my friend, ya know?”
Your mouth snaps shut in an instant, anxious to hear what unfolds next.
“Well,” the girl on the other side starts, clearly apprehensive, “she has liked him since high school. I thought you knew that.”
Silverware clatters down to the table. Whatever answer the first girl was expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. You and Kiyoomi share a pointed look, your mouths full of food.
“He’s my ex-fiancé. Are you serious right now?”
You have to control your face, taking a sip from your coffee mug to hide your surprise. Kiyoomi’s no better — eyes all but bulging at the new bit of information.
“I think you’re being a little unfair.”
You and Kiyoomi lock eyes in an instant, sharing looks that scream “oh shit.”
“Unfair?” The first girl is incredulous, and you can tell she’s biting back the volume in her voice. You have to strain to hear what she says next. “They started hooking up the second him and I broke up.”
Kiyoomi hides another expression behind his fist, cheeks stuffed with pancakes. His eyes widen, brows raising as he looks at you over his hand. You’re familiar enough with what you lovingly call Kiyoomi-speak to know he’s saying, “Can you believe this shit?”
Your expression mirrors his own.
You spend the rest of your meal digesting the conversation coming from the table beside you, and as you walk back to your apartment, Kiyoomi’s hand in yours, you unpack it together.
“Her ex seems like a dick.”
“He does! The friend is no better either.”
“Mm,” Kiyoomi’s brow furrows. “That friend she was eating with kind of sucks, too. It seemed like she was pulling out all of these excuses for the other girl.”
“That’s what I was gonna say! She probably knew all along.”
“Mm, probably.”
You continue to chat the whole way home, and as silly as it sounds, the idle conversation has warmth thrumming beneath your skin. It’s nice, you think as Kiyoomi delves into the theory that the poor girl was probably cheated on. To have someone who understands you, someone you can always rely on to people watch and gossip with you.
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gigili-jiggly · 1 year
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pov: you told them a funny joke 🤓😛
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chaosemmie · 3 months
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streamers
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thyluvcupix · 9 months
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I think this proves the point they where making perfectly💀
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illarii · 9 months
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dorianpavus · 2 years
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me when haikyuu season five news drops
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the 99.9994% of you who do not care
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touchlikethesun · 5 days
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if you told kageyama and hinata that they could improve their timing and strengthen their hitter/setter bond by kissing they would immediately start making out. even if they weren’t interested in the other like that at all before, those boys would do anything for volleyball
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kimbapisnotsushi · 3 months
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you know what. miya "i called my fans 'pigs' over a simple misunderstanding and i genuinely don't care what other people think of me and my shit mouth" atsumu and sakusa "i walked up to kageyama tobio and the first thing i said implied that karasuno sucked ass" kiyoomi fucking DESERVE each other
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petriquors · 1 year
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POV: you wake up in someone else's bed
a/n: gn!reader, post-timeskip, mention of drinking alcohol
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Your pounding head wakes you first. It wakes you like a blaring fire alarm might, or perhaps a high school marching band practicing in your living room—either way, you groan and bury your face further into your pillow, hoping for the sweet release of sleep to welcome you back.
You realize that you’re not currently lying on a pillow.
No, that’s most definitely skin.
You jolt backward, but you’re stopped by the way your head starts to spin, punishing you for sudden movement. A muscular arm winds around your waist and gently pulls you back to the (admittedly pillowy) chest below. Heart racing, you glance around the room, trying desperately to figure out where you are.
A tidy-ish, generic bedroom. Dark wood floors, white sheets, and a volleyball in the corner. That doesn’t help you much, given that half the men you know are volleyball players. If you could crane your neck a little farther, you’d be able to see the number on the white jersey sticking out of the hamper—
“You’re in my apartment.” You avoided looking at who you’re in bed with, afraid of the mess you’ve gotten into. But when he speaks with a familiar voice, you peek up through your eyelashes.
Suna Rintaro lays on his back, arm pressed against his eyes. He looks as exhausted as he sounds: messy hair sticks up in all directions, and his cheeks flush with uneven splotches of peach and mauve.
“How’d you know I—”
“I can feel you freaking out,” he says. 
“How’d I—”
“You were too drunk to tell me your address last night, so I brought you here.” He drops his arm from his face, and now you have an up-close look at his tired, golden eyes. “And then,” he smirks, “you started crying when I told you I’d sleep on the couch.”
Mortification twists your stomach. This is, without a doubt, your worst nightmare come true: somehow, you let yourself get drunk enough that last night’s party is now a blur. You have to learn secondhand what you said and did in front of Suna—the man you’ve been in love with since high school.
You glance down, stealing a look at his bare chest while avoiding his eyes. “Why’re you shirtless?”
He chuckles. “Because a human furnace decided to sleep on top of me.”
When you wish the floor would open up and swallow you, another terrifying thought hits you. You tear the blankets off and look down, finding yourself in a faded Raijin shirt and gray sweatpants.
Suna’s eyes follow yours. Then, his hand gives your waist a squeeze. “Those are mine. Your outfit looked uncomfortable.”
You open your mouth, but before you can ask a question with an answer you’re dreading, he shakes his head. “I didn’t see you naked.”
Satisfied but still embarrassed, you lay your red-hot cheek back on his chest. His skin is invitingly cool against yours, and you’re too tired to silence the excited beat of your heart. You’ve never been this close to him. You’ve never felt him this way. You never expected him to care for you, let alone this gently. In this state, you’re too weak to fight off the idea that maybe, just maybe, this morning means there’s something more than friendship between you.
Maybe, after some coffee and a delayed breakfast, you’ll notice how his heart beats faster around you too.
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