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Time to finally organize this nonsense. 😤 All of my translations from the final guidebook in one place!
IMPORTANT NOTE!!! I am still learning the language and cannot guarantee complete accuracy. Translations I post are for fun / practice, and may change in the future if I catch mistakes.
↳ General / Extras
Siblings! (ongoing series)
List of Only Children
Post-Timeskip Current Concerns
Bonus Mini-Chapter: Meteor Attack!
↳ Notes from Sensei
Karasuno High School
Aoba Johsai High School
Date Tech High School
Shiratorizawa Academy
Nekoma High School
Fukurodani Academy
Inarizaki High School
Kamomedai High School
Itachiyama & Mujinazaka
Miscellaneous
↳ Full Character Profiles
Oikawa Tooru
Hanamaki Takahiro
Kunimi Akira
Futakuchi Kenji
Shirabu Kenjirou
Goshiki Tsutomu
Kawanishi Taichi
Semi Eita
Daishou Suguru
Konoha Akinori
Miya Osamu
Suna Rintarou
Requested (may take a while!)
Yamaguchi Tadashi
Iwaizumi Hajime
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Tendou Satori
Ōhira Reon
Terushima Yuuji
Kuroo Tetsuro
Bokuto Kōtarō
all of Inarizaki (ahhh????)
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Does anyone know if these are available as GIF's???
Neko Kenma wiggling his tailed bum is definitely a fave!
#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu magazine#karasuno#nekoma#fukurodani#inarizaki#shiratorizawa#aoba johsai#msby#schweiden adlers
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Rule of thumb: You do not leave Japan unless you buy Haikyuu merch 🧡🧡🧡
I'm so happy with these finds, although I wished I had found more illustration books and bought more cards.
And wow it seems Kenma's Sportiva VII is rare to find, for of all the eligible bookstores/shops I went to, I found him in just one place.
The worker even said that it's popular in Japan so some volumes are almost always sold out. Glad that I got the complete series though, and they even came with large sized illustration cards for each volume (if you buy from Animate)
#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu fandom#karasuno#nekoma#aoba johsai#fukurodani#inarizaki#shiratorizawa#haikyuu merch#sportiva hq#haikyuu magazines
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Here's the long-awaited international release dates for Haikyuu!!! It's finally coming 🧡🧡🧡
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~~Haikyuu Movie~~
Because there's no news for the international release yet, I flew to Japan, in excitement and desperation, just to watch these sweet hq boys 🥹
It did not disappoint.
I would say I echo the sentiment of those who would've preferred a series release, but the pacing was actually reasonable given the short 90 minutes.
I do wish it was longer, but fret not, for they did the manga justice. At least in my own opinion.
This movie, in its entirety, is between Nekoma vs Karasuno only and then a short snippet of the Little Giant. Given the timeline, I'm not sure if the timeskip will even be animated in the next movie since there's still two games left in the manga. Fingers crossed though🤞
I wish the 2nd movie would come sooner 😢
Also, the animation was chef's kiss, and the flashbacks were paced just right 🧡
#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu movie#karasuno#nekoma#battle of the garbage dump#hq#the dumpster battle#decisive battle at the garbage dump#haikyuu the movie
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Hello, may I please ask for headcanons for Inarizaki reacting to Omimi having a long distance gf, she's a foreigner in an all girls school
Thanks for the interesting concept request! Hope you like this one:)
For some reason, this prompt reminded me of that Juju Stroll scene where Megumi was being hit on.
I think that;
Kita - already knows. He knows everything.
Ojiro - still thinks moitié is the name of the girlfriend
Ginjima - goes along whatever Atsumu thinks of the girl
Suna - thinks she's just a fan. He doesnt really care though.
Kosaku - whispers “did he threaten you?”
Riseki - proud of his senpai
Akagi - created a whole ass scenario in his head as to how they were “forced to date” each other. Who threatened who? Shares the same braincell as Kosaku.
Atsumu - in disbelief. Is jealous and thinks he should also be handsome enough for a foreign girl to have a crush on him
Osamu - thinks Omimi’s cool for dating a foreign girl. Also slightly jealous.
°°°°°°°°°°
“Where’d you three run off to again?” Aran’s raised eyebrow and slight lift of his lips betrayed the serious tone he was pretending to portray on his kohais.
The Miya twins were running towards them, Suna trailing casually behind. He wondered what the second year trios were up to again.
“Omimi-senpai is being hit on!” The blonde Miya raised his pointy finger towards the gym exit doors.
“Someone’s hitting our senpai?!” The brown-haired wing spiker rolled his sleeves and clenched his hands as if readying himself for battle, “Let’s go as back-up!”
“Tone it down, Ginjima.” Kita interrupted as he finished folding his uniform. Once he put it neatly inside his gym bag, he looked up at Atsumu to inquire further. “Is Omimi speaking to a foreign-looking lady?”
The setter nodded his head eagerly and grabbed Suna’s phone from his hand. “Look at this, captain!” He pointed at the photo of the 3rd year middle blocker conversing with an angelic looking girl. The whole team gathered around him to look at the subject of interest, curiosity dancing in the air.
“Uh, should we worry about Omimi-san or the girl?” Inarizaki’s libero remarked as he stared at the unfamiliar figure in the photo.
“I think her name is Moitié.” Aran stated. “She is Omimi’s girl-”
“Speaking of the devil!” Osamu cut in as two figures entered the gym. The girl’s shy but gentle smile rendered them in awe.
Not for long though because Kosaku ran up to his senpai and coddled his arms, “Omimi-san, where’ev you been. You promised we’d have dinner tonight!”
“Yer still sleeping over at ours right?” Atsumu jumped up behind Omimi’s back and wrapped his legs around his waist. Osamu followed suit and clung onto his legs like a koala would to a tree.
Suna wasted no time and took excessive photos at varying angles. These will definitely be in the yearbook he mused to himself.
Kita sighed and approached your giggling figure, “Y/N-san, please pardon my teammates' behaviour. Although it is nice to see you again.”
“It’s all good Kita-san. I find it amusing.” You smiled warmly and nodded your head at Omimi. The latter smiled softly and grabbed your hand.
“Everyone, meet my girlfriend.”
A resounding consecutive gasps echoed in the gym, their mouths left agape with surprised whispers shared between a few.
Atsumu pointed his finger between the two of you accusingly. How is it that he himself, blessed by the gods for his fine and attractive features, does not have a girlfriend yet and his stoic but, yes, still good looking senpai does first?
Two big oh’s resembling that of a donut hole was all Suna and Osamu could muster.
Akagi was also still deep in thought when you spoke up. “Hello, pleased to meet you all!”
“It is nice to finally meet you in person, Moitié-san.” Aran extended his hand for a handshake but Omimi choked on his saliva as you laughed at the possible misunderstanding.
“Moitié is an endearment that means ‘my other half’, Y/N is my name, Aran-san.”
“Oh.” The color in his face drained from embarrassment. “Oh. Oh, I always thought that was your name because that’s what Omimi has on his contact list.” The sudden realization hit him like a truck, he almost would have been isekai’d to a fantasy world where he’d be reborn as a talking tree. “Oh. Omg I’m sorry.” Aran put up both his hands on his face from awkwardness.
“Did Omimi-senpai threaten you?” Kosaku whispered to which you laughed at what you presumed was a joke.
“No, silly. We met at a cosplay convention last year and have kept in contact since then.”
“I’m not sure if I should focus on the fact that Omimi-senpai is dating a foreigner or that he went to a cosplay convention.”
“I cosplayed Zoro from One-Piece.” Omimi said matter-of-factly so simply as if telling a grade schooler that 1+1 is 2.
“YOU COSPLAY?!” Inarizaki’s team were all astoundedly in disbelief at the surprising fact. All except for Kita.
Of course, he would know. It’s one of those things Omimi would talk over a hot cup of tea.
#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu fic#hq fic#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fanfiction#inarizaki#omimi ren#omimi x reader#kita shinsuke#haikyuu miya atsumu#miya osamu#suna rintarou#ojiro aran#ginjima hitoshi#kosaku yuuto#akagi michinari
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Of course, he'd complain about the hair! 🤣
Custom action figure gift for HQ partners
Racy remarks, but no smut. Gender-neutral reader.
Oikawa
It was Iwaizumi who told him about the custom action figures during one of the rare times they met up. They were in Miami, basking in the sun, sipping neon drinks, shades on, ignoring appreciative looks. When they have amazing partners, who cares about other people? Even Oikawa only made time for volleyball fans, but kept his distance from flirtatious strangers.
"The teams I train won't stop yapping about them," Iwaizumi groused with unusual loquaciousness, "They're like children. Oh, and they can't just buy one themselves. It has to be a gift or it doesn't count. Seems like they put the pressure on their partners."
Oikawa merely hummed. He was kind of curious about the idea, but they can keep their dolls. He had the gold medal.
A month later, he returned home to greet your cheeky smile.
"Buenos tardes, mi amor," he sing-songed, "My Spidey sense is tingling. What's going on?"
"First of all, Iwaizumi is your good friend," you coyly responded, "He tried to talk me out of it."
Oikawa raised his brows. Iwaizumi knew you were a gremlin beneath your elegant exterior, but limited his intervention to questioning your choice, rather than spiking your head with a volleyball.
"And secondly..." Oikawa prompted.
"Oh, here," you exclaimed, thrusting your gift into this hands so that he dropped his gym bag in startlement.
It was one of those action figures. He was represented in his Argentina Olympic uniform, gold medal and all. You expected him to be squealing by now.
If he only knew how much he mirrored Atsumu's expression when the MSBY setter first beheld his own toy. A pucker of disappointment appeared between his brows, and his well-glossed lips pouted.
"My hair," he whimpered, "What did they do to my HAIR?"
You snatched it back to study it. "What do you mean? It looks just like yours," you muttered.
"That is certainly NOT my hair," he started getting worked up, "It looks like a $10 haircut, not the salon cut I always get."
You gaped. "Tooru, it matches the photos I sent," you protested, "I'm telling you this is an exact match!"
"Then your photos were defective," he howled.
You stomped away, fed up with your ingrate spouse.
<Later that night on Zoom>
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mattsun blew a raspberry, "You're the king of action figures."
"I bet I could get a ton of money if I put it up for sale on eBay," Oikawa boasted, then nervously looked over his shoulder, "Not that I would, because I love my present from my sweet partner."
"How much longer are you going to brag about it," Makki sighed, "I want to tell you about my new job."
Back to Master List
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This story made my heart twirl in delight, sending a ripple of inspiration in my empty noggin, currently bereft of ideas.
Kudos, lovely writer! This is the type of creative writing that arouses my love for the art 🩵
જ⁀➴ ₊⊹ ♡ˎˊ˗ calla. — kita shinsuke
wc; 1.0k | down baddery at its finest with shin.
🎧 calla. w2e — if you don't have enough sunlight / i'll blow the clouds away
It’s on cold mornings like this that have you pressing so close to Shinsuke that he fears you’ll melt right through his skin and settle into the marrow of his bones. Not that he’d mind—he knows that he’s a furnace and you an icebox, that he’d set all his harvest alight just to warm your hands.
Chilled fingers snake under the hem of his shirt, traveling across the smoothness of his belly to curl over his sides, running up the toned and freckled expanse of his wide back to settle a breadth above the knob at the base of his neck. Your nails scrape against his nape as you play with the sparse grey strands that lay there, the ink-dipped ends of them coiling.
“Mornin’,” he murmurs, the low roil of thunder on a horizon, a promise of rain, telltale with petrichor. Your breath feathers against his clavicle from where your sleepy mouth brushes against the hollow of his throat.
You say nothing though, responding only with the press of your freezing toes against his warm shins. The cold punches through bone, icing over his tendons as you thaw out with the help of his warmth.
“You’re freezin’, baby,” Shinsuke murmurs again, a grit-gravel roughness on his heavy tongue. You only curl closer into him, a blooming vine to a sturdy trellis, and sniffle wetly.
The world sits still in its in-betweens, sun barely lolling over the horizon for a slow, sweet dawn—the rays dawdle frozen at the edge of the world and paint your shared bed blue with the fading moon. The light plays a pale, nearly harsh haze over your face, shadow’s edges burnished with a brilliant highlight as if you were something otherworldly than a regular person.
He’s kissing your forehead when you mumble something into the gooseflesh rising on his throat—Shin, no, I’ll get’cha sick because the Hyogo chill finally caught up to you, or—Shin, the heater’s broken again because the wires freeze over before the dawn thaws them out on cold mornings like this.
Your hand falls down the gentle curve of his spine, resting in the cusp of muscle at the base of his back, fingers lingering in the dimpled skin. The time your touch has spent at his warm neck leaves a soft heat stirring in its wake, trailing gooseflesh at the barest brush of your nails on the pale slope of his body.
( Oh, if this were what heaven is like— )
Shinsuke feels your sigh before he hears it, the stretch of your ribs, the widening of your lungs straining against his strong arms. Your lashes flutter, brushing with the soft underside of his jaw.
Voice wrinkled and coarse with the cold, “‘M hungry.” He feels your stomach rumble before he hears it too, tremors and vibrations traveling through your skin like live wires.
“Breakfast in bed?” he questions, lips coming down to press against your temple, marred and rippled with pillow lines. He laughs quietly, ribs shaking and rumbling with it, when you dip your head to nuzzle at his clavicle wordlessly. “Okayu sound good for you?”
“Come back when you’re done,” you murmur, feather light touches falling away when he sits up to slide out of the sheets, worn nightshirt falling back over his soft belly. Shinsuke twists, mattress dipping under the extra weight, cupping the soft swell of your cheek and giving you one last kiss before padding off.
He slows at the doorway for a second too long, just enough to see you wriggle beneath the covers and curl up where he’d laid, the thawing heat of him still clinging between the threads of the sheets. You press your face into his pillow and wave him off lazily.
When he comes back, he finds that you’ve been buried completely by the covers in your search of warmth, wriggling beneath the duvet. Shinsuke balances the bowl of congee atop his strong fingers, knocking against the doorframe to see you pop your head out from the thick blanket.
You yawn, saline gathering at the corners of your eyes, swallowing in an effort to chase away the sharp ache in your throat. He blows over the rice gruel as you sit up and rub your face blearily, sniffling.
“‘M sick sick,” you say, voice nasally and obscured by congestion. Shinsuke smiles, soft like the waking dawn that’s spilling over you oh-so-warmly.
“Aren’t’cha a whiner. Told you not to make snow angels without a hat,” he teases between the breaths he blows over the porridge—you accept the spoonful without complaint, “ but I know you like it when I feed you though.”
“Who wouldn’t want to be fed by the best farmer in the prefecture?” Shinsuke raises a brow, fond, watching you swallow down another mouthful of the watery rice. “Sorry—the strongest, most good-looking farmer who cooks amazing food and is the best grandson any granny could ask for.”
He chuckles when he runs out of the breaths skimming slipstreamed over the congee, bumping the plastic edge of the soup spoon against your lips. “You missin’ something?”
The soup is tucked into the pockets of your cheeks, giving you a pufferfish-like appearance as you ponder in faux wonderment.
“Right,” you mumble through your swallowing, “my boyfriend, too.” You grin at him, bright like the oncoming dawn—he realizes here that he needs you in the way a plant craves the light, a sunflower that will always turn its face to the sun.
Despite your protests, he cups the curve of your jaw in his palm—reveres the way the joints of him fit perfectly against your grooves, like he was carved for you, sashimono—and presses his nose against your face. Breathes you in, the wind of the line-dried sheets and the heady scent of freshly turned earth and the light, familiar musk of petrichor lingering like a cast on your skin.
( You smell like him, and he probably smells like you. He’s truly become yours in every sense possible. )
“…get’cha sick, Shin.” Your words fade into his hearing, a break in the reverie. Shinsuke smiles into your cheek, nose flattened against your temple.
“S’okay. I love you.”
p.s.; first fic here how r we feeling. i've been having severe w2e brainrot, i srsly cannot go a day without screaming lyrics at least once haha. here's some words u might not have known: okayu = rice porridge, sashimono = japanese wood joinery!!
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~☆Haikyū Stories Masterlist☆~
Hello lovelies!
The below team catalog will direct you to an index page linking each of the characters' stories.
~work in progress~
🌿Seijoh
🐦⬛Karasuno
🐈Nekoma
🦉Fukurōdani
🦊Inarizaki
🦅Shiratorizawa
I hope this makes it a little bit easier for you to navigate around my posts. Each name will be hyperlinked as a story relating to them becomes available.
Thank you once again for taking the time to read my works! They're also up on AO3 and Wattpad under the pen name SakuraInSpring.
♡S🌸
#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu fic#hq fic#seijoh#karasuno#nekoma#inarizaki#fukurodani#shiratorizawa#date tech
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Hinata Shōyō
~~Heads and a Tail~~
Shoyo is notoriously known by his teammates for his nervous jitters during volleyball matches. His occasional trips to the washroom were no longer a surprise but rather an expectation.
It was a routine.
The events leading up to the washroom doors were always the same, for trouble always followed him.
It's as if the universe knew how to taunt him by distressing him during what is supposedly a simple task.
He wanted to curse fate, but he knew what to expect now. He knew what to do with it.
All he needed to do was go to the right washroom at a very specific time to avoid the same old issues. If he did it right, he would effectively avoid confrontation with a hulky guy called "Japan" from Shiratorizawa or even The Great King of the Blue Castle.
This time, he'll avoid them.
He wasn't going to follow the same disturbing script. He will break the routine.
And so, Shoyo resolved himself and readied his petite body like a soldier going for battle.
Today, he will conquer it all.
He treaded carefully towards the washroom. He looked to the left, to the right, to the back, to the front—all with uneasiness unfurling in his stomach, already laden with discomfort.
Still, he kept walking with a purpose. What's the secret to a successful washroom trip, you ask? Shoyo thinks it's going to the furthest one.
Once he had arrived, he paused and surveyed his surroundings with eyes like an eagle. It was relatively devoid of people. That's to be expected if you are on the other side of the building, where most of the crowd is near the gym.
The orange-head took a deep breath and tip-toed his way in. Once inside the washroom, he slowly poked his head on every stall and went for the last one to go about his business.
His trip was surprisingly uneventful, and he managed to avoid mishaps this time around.
Today must be an extraordinary day for Shoyo.
No intimidating people towering over his height. No menacing aura challenging him.
It was just him and his quiet trip to the washroom—just as it was supposed to be.
The gods so love him, no?
Everything seems to be working so well for him. Too damn well.
But who cares? Shoyo thought nothing of it and triumphantly left the stall. He was feeling victorious to have had his journey stripped of trouble.
Ah, but alas! To his misfortune, a trail of tissue hitched a ride on the back of his joggers.
He was too delighted to notice, of course.
After washing his hands, he stared at his reflection in the mirror before him and patted his unknowing self on the shoulder.
I did it! He thought to himself then walked out of the washroom.
The tissue train dangled innocently and then fluttered in the wind as he marched back toward his team. Each step was overflowing with confidence.
His next battle was to reach his teammates without encountering intimidating volleyball players. But with his gleeful mood, nothing could rain on his parade.
Or so he thought.
The closer he got to his team, the more people stared. Were they silently applauding him for his successful trip to the washroom? The thought made Shoyo feel giddy and proud. He was on cloud 9.
His obliviousness was his only fault, and he smiled at every passing figure, not knowing they were gawking at the parade of tissue behind him, their heads focused on the gliding tail.
Some snickered. Some took photos. Some pitied him and wanted to tell Shoyo, but the innocent smile on his face just made it unbearable to break his fragile heart.
The burning stares slowly made him feel uneasy, and his smile faltered. The anxiety creeping in made him speed-walk his way toward the end of the hallway where his team was.
Oh, but the woeful orange head's luck was nearly inexistent, for he bumped into two tall figures towering over his surprised one. Their white and turquoise uniform was indicative of whose team they belonged to.
Poor Shoyo must have done something to upset the goddess Benzaiten for he has crossed paths with the very same people he wanted to avoid.
A clear of the throat made Shoyo look up, his eyes wide as saucers.
The brown-haired setter tittered at the trail of tissue swaying behind the orange-head like a bridal train. "All you are missing is a wedding dress, chibi-chan."
His comment earned him a smack in the head from his vice-captain, "Crappykawa, stop tyrannizing the juniors."
"But Iwa-chan, look! Chibi Shoyo here has grown a tail!" Tooru continued to snicker.
The remark froze Karasuno's middle blocker. He has a tail??
Shoyo frantically looked behind him, and to his horror, he did grow a tail! It was a tail of mocking tissue that dangled tauntingly behind his joggers.
He was mortified at the sight.
He pointed at the offending tissue accusingly, his face and neck now a bright shade of red.
The people around them laughed at Shoyo's predicament, and he felt he could melt from shame.
Amid this sudden series of unfortunate events, Seijoh's wing spiker plucked the tissue and crumpled it in his pocket—a well-meaning gesture that he hoped would somehow comfort the orange head. It seemed to do the trick, for Hajime's benevolent smile eased the embarrassment that pricked Shoyo's skin, and he bowed gratefully at the 3rd year.
Just as the middle blocker turned to leave, a yellow tracksuit blocked his vision, and Johzenji's captain, Terushima, waved his phone, a photo with a tissue on his back stared at him glaringly.
"Thanks for the amusement, shorty!"
Shoyo bit his lip in shame and ran for his life, leaving behind no longer a train of tissue but a trail of humiliation.
Will he ever escape this troubled routine?
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Haikyuu Imagines on AO3
#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu fic#hq fic#haikyuu fanfiction#hinata shouyou#hq hinata#karasuno#karasuno hinata#hq karasuno
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Kageyama Tobio / Hinata Shoyo
AU: Kageyama who suffers from achromatopsia meets Hinata.
~~A tinge of sun in a grayscale world~~
He stood somber at the edge of the street
His orbs stare distantly-
Into the dismal shades of grey
Devoid of hues; filled with dull shade visions
What’s crimson; what’s indigo?
To him, color was a mere concept
A distant notion
He only sees light and shadow
But then, in the backdrop of grey
A man stood aglow
In the night
As if the sun came to play
Trickled in warmth
Hair bathed in sunlight
A vibrant shade of orange
Warm like the sun; Sweet like tangerine
A surreal feeling; like his veil lifted
As if released from the confines of his grayscale world
For the first time
In the expanse of black and white
Was a man who stood aglow
Head luminously bright; like a glaring halo
Chatters of the crowd muted
As his heart bled
Color.
He was seeing color
From the man who stood aglow
His eyes focused solely
On the elusive lad whose hair a vivid hue
He wanted to touch his hair
Wanted to be close to it
But would the man permit?
His yearning gaze lay bare
The man who stood aglow
Took notice of his stare
A radiant smile on his supple lips
Brighter than the sun
He found himself drawn in
And he pushed his way,
Against the sea of grey
Towards the man who stood aglow
Each step echoing in his ears
Closer, he thought
Closer, he begged
The crowd moving like a swarm of fishes
In shades of bland hues
Except for the man who stood aglow
A beacon of hope
In a backdrop of grey
Though his thirst for color quenched
His hunger remained unsatiated
More.
He wanted more.
I am so tempted to expand this into a multi-chapter fiction, but I already have an ongoing AU project.
Also, I'm fearful of a writer's block. It's my absolute nemesis.
I've been on a writing streak, and my lone brain cell is nearing its extinction. I feel my archenemy slowly creeping in. 😩
Poem inspired by @ariosesae 's post. I know I said I can't do this concept justice, but I took on the challenge anyway 😅
This whole "summer/winter solstice" thing is giving me a plethora of ideas, but man, I don't have enough magic dust to bring them all to life.
I got the achromatopsia idea from the fact that winter solstice is the longest night of the year. It's symbolic of peak darkness, but it could also be representative of something physical. In this case Kageyama's inability to see colors.
Then there's sunshine, baby Hinata born on a summer solstice, bathing the world in golden sunlight. He is the epitome of jovial.
Their lives are intertwined. Hinata is the light Kageyama has been hoping for. The warm color in his monochromatic world. They're bound together. It doesn't have to be romantic. It can just be platonic.
Okay, damn there goes my rant. K, I'll go ponder under a rock on how to write this fic.
Do I even want to write it? Yes.
Do I have the artistic means and the time? Heck no lmao.
Maybe I'll write, but I'm feeling quite ambivalent on this one.
Be back in 250 business days.
#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyuu fic#hq fic#haikyuu poem#hinata shouyou#kageyama tobio#kageyama x hinata#karasuno
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~~Bokuto and Akaashi~~
There is no need to say whose dialogue is which because we all know the dynamics of their friendhsip.
And who are the kids?? A particular orange head and a blueberry orbed baby.
>>Sugamama is on the hunt for the kidnappers.
"You what?"
"I adopted some kids!"
"Who let you have kids?!"
"No one? I found them in the woods. They're mine now."
#dialogue prompt#hq bokuto#hq akaashi#hq sugawara#hq hinata#hq kageyama#haikyū!!#haikyuu#haikyuu dialogues#bokuto koutarou#akaashi keiji#sugawara koushi#hinata shouyou#kageyama tobio
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Iwaizumi Hajime × Reader
~~A loving hand to hold for eternity~~
The soft glow of the morning sun trickled through the window, and it casted a comforting light across the nursery.
In front of the crib sat a man whose face contorted in concentration, the warm sunrays streaming over his striking features. A slight bead of sweat glistened under the sunlight as Hajime taped the edges of the soft carpet in place so it would not be a tripping hazard.
The view of your husband's face made you sigh in bliss while your hands tenderly caressed the gentle curves of your growing belly.
Being in the ripe month meant you had limited mobility, and you were unable to assist your husband with completing the nursery. However, he was very much happy to take on the task by himself, ensuring that the room was not short of perfection.
You and Hajime chose everything in the nursery with the utmost care and consideration.
From the floating clouds made out of polyester stuffing that's naturally hypoallergenic to ensuring the wooden crib was free of splints and that the frames on the walls were secured in place. Every minute details. Every corner. Every single thing in the room was planned and inspected the nth time with scrutiny. Making certain that it will be a sanctuary of safety, warmth and comfort for your little one.
Once Hajime had secured the carpet in place, he stepped back and stood beside the sofa you were sitting on to take in the full view of the nursery.
The pastel-painted walls bathed the room in whimsy and wonder and made the ambience feel mellowly sweet. You were quite proud of yourself for choosing those pair of soft, light-toned shades.
Seeing the nursery ready for occupation caressed your hearts with excitement and joy for an angel that will soon bathe your lives in laughter and light.
You hear your husband sigh in elation at the sight before you, and you fondle his arm lovingly. The gesture made his heart jump in glee, and he proceeded to kiss the top of your head before kneeling in front of you.
His warm eyes that you adored stare into your orbs with tenderness, and you loved that the forest of olives in his irises always held a solemn promise of an eternal springtime. Hajime loves your eyes just the same and how they always sparkled in merriment. It was like the stars were within his reach every time he gazed into yours.
His hand rested on top of your baby bump as he stared at your beautiful face. Your little one must have felt his father's presence because you both felt a movement from within your belly as if to say hello.
Your baby thrived on attention. It loves expressing its presence to both of you by kicking relentlessly. Hajime jokes it's probably going to somersault its way out of you. Too excited to see the world.
"Papa is eager to meet you, little angel." You hear him mutter softly as it kicks under his touch again.
He truly loved the flutters of life within your womb and the gentle kicks tapping beneath his fingertips. You gently stroke the back of his hand as he caresses your belly. Very soon, the roughened textures of his hands that held yours unwaveringly through the years will be the very same comforting hands that will guide and hold your newborn's tiny fists.
You basked in the warmth of the moment, but then, without warning, you felt a sudden gush of warmth between your legs, dressing your maternity dress in pale yellow spots. The sudden realization made you gasp, and your eyes widened in surprise.
Hajime's concerned orbs snapped to yours, panic coursing through his alluring eyes. "What's wrong?"
Your heart raced as you felt another rush of liquid. "My water.." Your voice wavered uncertainly, and you bit your lip before looking at your husband. "I think my water broke."
Hajime leaped to his feet, his calm mind suddenly becoming a jumbled mess from the flurry of thoughts and emotions that coursed through him. "What does that mean now? Do we call the doctor? Should we go to the hospital? Are you okay? Do you feel any pain? Should I call an ambulance instead?!" His words tumbled in a frantic rush as panic surged in his veins.
Your trembling hands reached for him as you took a deep breath to steady yourself. "Haji, it's okay. We've prepared for this." Your voice came out surprisingly calm despite the urgency of the situation.
Your gentle voice and small smile seemed to soothe your husband's anxiety. Taking a deep breath himself, he forced his trembling hands to dial your OB/GYN's number.
With his newfound strength, he looked at you with a determined resolve as he squeezed your hands tight. "Stay here for now. I will go grab your delivery bag and start the car. I'll come back for you soon, okay?" The gentle command in his voice was remarkably calm compared to his chaotic state earlier on.
You nod with a small smile. Your trust in him is unwavering. With Hajime by your side, you were confident. As long as you both hold each other hands, everything will be just fine.
The once light atmosphere was now laden with anticipation for parenthood.
It was palpable in the air, almost tangible.
This is it.
A new chapter begins.
~Haikyū Lovers Series~
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Someone write a fic on this quick!!!
Somewhere along the lines of AU world where Kageyama has lived in the dark for all his life (winter solstice being the longest night) until he meets our sunshine baby and how hinata brings light into his dull world.
Kags suffering from achromatopsia (absence of color vision) and the only color he sees is hinata????
Maybe I can try my spin on it, but I fear I won't be able to do it justice.
did y’all haikyuu fandom KNOW hinata’s birthday is on summer solstice and kageyama’s is on winter solstice????? have y’all been gatekeeping this information from me?????????? why did i just find out through an online chemistry course
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Iwaizumi Hajime
~~Though they lived in disparate spaces, they found themselves bound by an invisible thread.~~
The ravenette man climbed out his room's window and latched onto the frames. His brawny arms reached for the roofline cautiously then used the drainpipe to support his weight.
Once above, he inhaled in the evening winter air, and a small puff of smoke floated as he exhaled. He let his legs dangle over the roof edges, his olive-green eyes taking in the nocturnal landscape.
The wide open space offered a panoramic view of the city quite disparate from the constraints of his room. In the zero hour, only the distant sound of the train echoed in the dead of the night.
Above him was the luminous moon suspended in the velvety blank sky. Though the night was starless it was made bright by a myriad of streetlights, creating a mélange of silhouettes. Its lunar radiance made the phantom shadows seemingly dance as wisps of clouds drift across the celestial orb as if in silvery embrace.
It was a beautiful sight that one might wish to last forever, but not the man who felt so blue. He craved for the light, the warmth. Her smile that always seemingly light up a room.
Peaceful as the night seemed, his mind was in chaos.
He stared at his phone with an aching heart, and wondered how his best friend was coping up with the sudden loss of a family member. He felt frustrated at his helplessness and wished he could provide some form of comfort for her.
The man closed his eyes and prayed hard to any god who could answer his wishes. He wished for her healing and hoped he could somehow help alleviate her sorrow.
◇Excerpt from Courting Victory◇
Oikawa's part in here.
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