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hoao · 4 days
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i burst into tears whenever i think about haikyuu and the importance of people.
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dairyocchi · 26 days
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i desperately need knb (kuroko’s basketball) to get a popularity resurgence 😕 like where are all the haikyuu and other sports anime girlies at you’ll love knb trust
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fattymadiy · 11 months
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“BWUH?!”
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lyellexoxo · 4 months
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why is it that when anime/manga creates two characters that couldn’t be more in love, they are always just “best friends” like piss off they’re in L O V E and give it each other hard in bed
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angypanda · 5 months
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haikyuu fandom is fr blessed with so many good writers im in awe every time i read any of the fics. genuinely a bunch of talented AF people its amazing
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azyrayringee · 3 months
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Iwaizumi seems like the kind of a guy that would straight up reject the love of his life simply because he finds them annoying. Like:
Oikawa: Iwaizumi, I wanna date you.
Iwaizumi: Ain't happening.
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flyingwargle · 20 days
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iwaizumi stands in front of his mirror, phone in one hand, the other running through his hair. he has his notes open, english words typed across the screen. he knows what each word means, how they're spelled, how they sound. when it comes to speaking, however...
he takes a breath and stares at his reflection with the same intensity as preparing for a jump serve. with a quick glance at his phone, he quirks his lips into a smile and speaks in english. "hi, my name is iwaizumi haji- wait." he frowns. given name first. he tries again. "hi, my name is hajime iwaizumi. it's nice to meet you."
the words feel awkward on his tongue. his vowels are too exaggerated, words slurred together. he clears his throat. "hi." his voice rises in pitch. "my name is hajime. it's nice to meet you." ugh. it's obvious that english isn't his mother tongue, but he sounds like he's barely spoken it, which isn't wrong, but that's not the impression that he wants to give, especially in america.
iwaizumi falls onto his bed with a groan. going to school overseas remained a dream until he decided to make it a reality during his second year of high school. aside from classroom learning, he attended a weekly english class, but stopped to focus on volleyball after losing the inter-high prelims. now that their last chance has come and passed, it's about time that he picked up where he left off.
and damn does it sound like he lost all his progress from before.
his other skills are solid. listening - he's been watching american shows with subtitles since middle school. writing - he's been translating his homework as practice since the start of high school, along with the comics that he started reading. speaking, however, is a different beast because of how few opportunities he has to practice.
he scrolls through his notes, where he's saved other phrases that he'll need for university life. is this the right classroom? do you know where the washroom is? can you please repeat that? he even has volleyball-related terminology, just in case he decides to try out for the team.
but something tells him that he'll be busy enough, especially with the language barrirer.
his phone buzzes with notifications, but he dismisses them and stands back up. facing the mirror, he takes in a breath. "good afternoon." draw out the vowels longer. pronounce the Rs clearer. "nice weather today." he has no idea when he'll use that, but it's good to have, anyway. he scrolls to practice other phrases. "excuse me, do you know where this classroom is?"
his arm falls to his side as he stares at himself. heat rushes to his cheeks, and he grits his teeth, tosses his phone aside. he practically yells at his reflection. "hello! my name is hajime! i'm from japan! it's nice to meet you!"
that's when his bedroom door opens and a sing-song reply in english responds to him. "it's nice to meet you too!"
"jesus christ!" iwaizumi jumps, glaring at oikawa, who shows himself in. "how did you get in here?"
oikawa gives him a look. "i've had a key to your house since kindergarten. did all that english make you forget?"
"no, i...why are you here?"
"mattsun asked if we wanted to join him and makki for ramen. you didn't reply, so i came over to ask."
iwaizumi deflates, falling onto his bed. "no, thanks. my mom is making dinner."
oikawa sits beside him. "okay, i'll let him know we'll come next time."
"...what do you mean 'we'?"
"you clearly need me to help you practice your english! your accent is awful, iwa-chan."
he grits his teeth. while he'd score higher on written and listening tests, oikawa passed the oral exams with flying colors. "aren't you going to argentina? don't you need spanish instead?"
"english is the language of the world. i'll need it eventually." oikawa waves a flippant hand. "besides, how much spanish do you know? exactly." he smirks at iwaizumi's silence. "so, let's stick with english."
"okay." iwaizumi fiddles with the edge of his blanket, suddenly shy. they'd spoken in english to each other before, but there would always be a topic and vocabulary to use. the real world has no such parameters, no limits as to what can be said or how. "what...what should we talk about?"
"anything." oikawa shrugs. "just like how we always talk, but in english." he switches gears, as seamless as his tosses. "what's your mom making for dinner?"
"she's...making curry," iwaizumi answers slowly. he can envision all the words in his mind, knows how to arrange them into sentences, but when he speaks, they become wobbly, hesitant. "her vegetable curry is pretty good."
"i know, right? i love how it's both sweet and spicy. my mom would never put apples in her curry." oikawa falls onto the bed, and iwaizumi joins him, both of them staring at the ceiling. "do you think you'll play volleyball in america?"
"i want to, but don't know if i can."
"why not?"
he gestures at himself. "i'm not tall enough. the other guys will probably be better than me. i'll be busy trying to understand my homework."
"you understand more english than me. i think you'll be fine. you can tell them you were the ace in high school!"
“that isn’t a term americans know, idiot.”
“wow, you know how to swear?”
“you’d be surprised, shittykawa.”
“mean! iwa-chan, that’s mean!”
he chuckles. “i picked it up from all those shows we watched.”
“oh, yeah. i forgot about them.” oikawa has a smile on his face. “you wanted this for a long time, huh?”
“yeah. i guess i did.”
they keep the conversation going, all the way until iwaizumi’s mom returns home and shouts for him to help. “coming!” he calls back, jaw snapping shut when he realizes he said it in english. oikawa gives him a look as he remains still, shocked. “oh.”
“see?” oikawa prods him, switching back to japanese. “you’ll be fine. your accent is still terrible, though.”
“shut up.” iwaizumi shoves him before he rises to his feet. he catches his eye in the mirror, watches his friend grumble and stand behind him. oikawa looks up at his voice. “let’s do it again tomorrow?”
“sure. we can even rope in mattsun and makki.”
“they’re so bad at english.” iwaizumi chuckles, remembering how they complained about the exams last term. he pushes the door open, gestures for oikawa to follow. “thanks. for helping, i mean.”
“any time, iwa-chan.”
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skz-miroh · 2 years
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Before going out: talk about normal things, people like that. Don’t be weird.
Me, socialising (or trying to): HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF IWAIZUMI HAJIME, 27, ATHLETIC TRAINER ??
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monomiial · 6 months
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omg could you draw oikawa from hq? hed look amazing in your art style *o*
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He was actually my favorite character in hq back in 2020 but I realized I never drew him until now D:
I kinda messed up on his face shape so it kinda doesn't look like oikawa :(
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krtetsu · 2 years
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iwaoi edit + coloring for a friend ✶
– not edited coloring + og panel ↓
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shovellyyy · 5 months
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From sketching to line art!!! Not sure if I wanna color it… I just wanna on how I draw vs how I color for right now.
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adraydoux · 2 years
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Green lights 🛸
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ccerealsoupp · 9 months
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(un)conditional
Iwaizumi / Oikawa
Rated T, 6.3k, post timeksip
Oikawa had been fifteen when he got his first girlfriend.
A young, fresh sophomore at the time, he'd been foolish enough to believe that that had been love.
They'd gone on coffee dates and to the cinema and to each other's houses, hung out in the school courtyard, treated each other like boyfriends and girlfriends did.
It was sickeningly sugar-sweet and sappy and not quite perfect enough to be perfect, but just perfect enough that Oikawa had enjoyed it anyways.
He'd been overjoyed to tell his family about the girl he poured his whole soul into, so he ran home after school like fifteen-year-olds do with his heart halfway in his throat and a huge smile on his face and a plan to tell them everything.
It had been two months since they started dating, and all was well, and he'd announced to the whole house just how much he loved her like it was the only thing he had left to do.
He remembers that her hair was long and pretty and red, and that her eyes had sparkled, and that she had just a few more freckles than him. He remembers thinking she was the prettiest girl in the world.
He remembers that the first time he told his dad about her, he'd been lectured for saying he loved her.
He'd been told love was something conditional, something you had to earn and certainly not something to give out to the girl you sat next to in chemistry class. He remembers feeling guilty for wanting to say he still did.
He remembers crying in his bedroom late at night after everything had all gone wrong, and believing his dad was right and never to tell anyone you loved them without good reason to.
He probably shouted a few too many angry words at her in the throes of heartbreak, and slowly he'd healed and started saying I love you again, and never let it get to him more than a fifteen year old boy would.
He remembers letting her go.
Oikawa was sixteen when he got his first boyfriend.
He'd internalized the fact that he ever wanted one for several years prior until he'd met a pretty boy who made him want to shout it to the whole world. They hadn't held hands in the hallways or kissed each other in public the same way Oikawa did with his girlfriend; they were private and careful behind locked and bolted doors.
But Oikawa had been happy, and he'd thought maybe this time love was in his favor.
He remembers that he never told his parents about that. They probably would've been fine with it, but it worried him too much to try.
He remembers crying over that boy too. He remembers wondering why he thought it was worth it. He remembers thinking that his dad was right and that love really did just have to be conditional, and that boy, that relationship, just didn't fall under good conditions. And that was okay.
Oikawa was seventeen when he fell for Iwaizumi.
They'd been talking for longer than that ( since they were children) , long enough that they knew each other like the backs of their hands. Iwaizumi had been also seventeen years old at the time, and Oikawa had barely even noticed that he was falling until he was head over heels, immobilized midair and positively unable to live without him.
(He’s always been that way)
They'd spent night after night either on call or at each other's houses, laughing at each other's stupid jokes, talking about their favorite songs and their hopes for the future. It didn't matter that Iwaizumi was going to be 4,000 miles away from him after they graduate or that he was pretty and smart and talented and funny in ways that Oikawa didn't think he'd ever be.
Oikawa had wanted him more than anything in the world.
He's twenty-one, and he thinks he still does.
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If you want to read what happens next, go check this story out on ao3! thank you xxo
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fattymadiy · 11 months
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##!— 5/26/23
—## haikyuu
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gl4ukopis · 10 months
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Songs that remind me of Iwaoi
Animal by Neon Trees
Here we go again
I kinda want to be more than friends
Tongue tied by GROUPLOVE
Oh, take me to your best friend's house
I loved you then and I love you now
Mr Porcelain by Jude York
I've never been so close
To such pretty things
And it hurts to be only of earth
Mr porcelain doll
Mr instagram scroll
Mr flatter me enough
Just to keep me on my toes
Make you mine by PUBLIC
Well, I will call you darlin' and everything will be okay
'Cause I know that I am yours and you are mine
Doesn't matter anyway
In the night, we'll take a walk, it's nothin' funny
Just to talk
Put your hand in mine
You know that I want to be with you all the time
Space song by Beach House
It was late at night
You held on tight
From an empty seat
A flash of light
It will take a while
To make you smile
Somewhere in these eyes
I'm on your side
Boy will be bugs by Cavetown
I just turned 14
And I think this year I'm gonna be mean
Don't mess with me, I'm a big boy now, and I'm very scary
I punch my walls, stay out at night, and I do karate
Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny
But when he loves me, I feel like I'm floating
When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody
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You will always be my favorite form of loving
Pretty Face by PUBLIC
Are we enough?
Do we measure up?
Are we enough?
Do we measure up?
Such a pretty face, you see her walking around
Oh, she's such a pretty face
Still into you by Paramore
Can't count the years on one hand
That we've been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better
It's not a walk in the park
To love each other
But when our fingers interlock
Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it
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I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)
Mystery of love by Sufjan Stevens
Like Haphaestion, who died
Alexander's lover
Hey there Delilah by Plain White T's
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Somewhere only we know by Keane
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Jenny by Studio Killers
I wanna ruin our friendship
We should be lovers instead
I don't know how to say this
'Cause you're really my dearest friend
The Story by Conan Gray
And when I was younger
I knew a boy and a boy
Best friends with each other
But always wished they were more
'Cause they loved one another
But never discovered
'Cause they were too afraid of what they'd say
Moved to different states
Christmas Kids by Roar
You'll change your name, or change your mind
And leave this fucked up place behind
But I'll know, I'll know
I'll know, I'll know
I'll know, I'll know
I'll know, I'll know
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someone: *saying something probably important i should be listening to*
me, completely spacing out and thinking about how hard oikawa and seijoh worked to make it to nationals only to continuously fall short and mindmapping what could have happened if they’d beaten ushiwaka and shiratorizawa:
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