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samwrights · 4 years

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Can you do karasuno first years nsfw habits?

Hm, okay so I interpreted this in two ways so bear with me y’all~ sexual habits, to me, include recurring scenario kinks so that’s where my mind went. also everyone is aged up, out of high school, and over the age of 20 (legal age in japan) LMAO WHEN YOU HIT POST before THIS ISH READY TO GO LIVE

Ahem, anyway. Get out your holy water friends.

Hinata;

Outside of the bedroom, Hinata has a habit of touching your thighs.

Sometimes, it’s unintentional.

Like when the two of you drive to the grocery store and his fingers splay across the top of your thigh.

Fine.

But when it’s intentional.

Oh boy.

His fingers ever so slowly gravitate towards the apex of your thighs.

In the middle of a busy restaurant.

When you’re out with friends.

It’s not his fault you decided to wear that one skirt that he just really really likes.

He loves teasing you in public.

10/10 will sit there and play with your clit over your underwear in the middle of a meal

Watching the way the heat and blood rise to color your cheeks.

Somehow, he can even managed pulling your underwear off in the middle of dinner and stuff your panties in his pocket.

You know you’re in for it when you get home.

Speaking of public, Hinata 100% will fuck you on the apartment balcony.

He doesn’t care who sees, who’s watching from behind their curtains.

He’s in love with idea of someone watching while he buries his cock in your cunt.

So much so that he makes it a point to do it at least once a week.

If not, nearly every day.

It’s a wonder the two of you haven’t had the cops called on you yet.

Even then, the thought of the police showing up and shining a spotlight on soaking cock—

He needs a moment, excuse him.

Kageyama;

Kageyama doesn’t know his own strength.

It’s quite evident by the plethora of bruises that often litter your body.

You often had to wear long sleeves, cardigans, pants, even scarves in the dead of summer because of him.

Otherwise, people might get concerned.

It’s not his fault that he was afraid that you might go flying through your bedroom wall when he rams himself into you.

Or the way he grips your wrists to hard when he fucks you from behind—the resistance and movements just makes it that much better.

Kageyama is also a very very avid biter.

He can’t not leave a hickey on you.

From neck all the way down to your ankles, you are covered in massive love bites and he’s fucking proud of it.

You swear, your skin tone is now permanently bloody purple at this point.

It’s even worse if you beg him to go easy on you, still sore from the previous night or morning.

Helloooooo fresh bruises on your hips.

Yes, they are actually in the shape of his large hands. Though, as they heal, the tend to fade into large blobs that cover the entirety of your waist.

Speaking of handprints, you can bet Kageyama is ready to spank the living daylights out of you.

There’s no such thing as too rough for him.

He wants it to hurt.

Wants to see the way red gives way into white, then slowly into a dirty mauve.

Yes, he has spanked you so hard you’ve bruised.

Yes, he’s hit your ass like an ace serve.

Yes, you liked it.

Tsukishima;

Oh this dirty motherfucking tease~

He’s a less subtle version of Hinata when the two of you are in public.

Tsukki purposely touches all of your not-so-intimate weak spots when the two of you are out.

Always starting off with an aggressive rub of your neck before ghosting over the bones underneath.

Rubbing small circles in your back before his fingertips danced over your spine

He’ll lean down to kiss you before licking the shell of your ears

And, when you knew Tsukki needed to go home and fuck you, he would bring his hand back to your neck

Before weaving his fingers in the base of your hair and pulling as hard as he could without attracting attention.

You guys don’t even make it in your house.

He’s gotta fuck you right here, right now, in the fucking car.

And unfortunately for you, the habit has allowed the two of you to figure out the best way to go about doing so.

Lay the drivers side seat down allllll the way, you on top.

Didn’t matter if it was broad daylight or the dead of night—he had to have you.

For Tsukki, there was just something about the way you didn’t have as much leeway in the car to move without hitting your head

So it forced you to grind your hips into his instead, goading it with a death grip on your bare asscheeks.

While he wasn’t so adamant on fucking in the car, he did make it a point to start teasing you whenever the two of you went out anywhere

Just to make sure he got to end the day with him balls deep in your pussy.

Yamaguchi;

When Tadashi is feeling bold, which was slowly becoming a recurring event, he made it a point to start your day in a very specific manner.

A bullet vibrator, buried in you while you ran errands like grocery shop or hit up your local department store for knickknacks you didn’t need.

He always knew when you were going to, and how long you took.

Probably due to you not wanting to have an orgasm while shopping, you always came home after two hours and no longer.

The depraved, hungry look in your eye when you come face to face with him is an addiction.

But he won’t satisfy you right then and there, oh no.

Yamaguchi Tadashi is a bit, fat fucking tease.

When you’re finally in his presence, he’ll amp of the vibrator to full speed before sitting you down in his lap.

Despite his very obvious hard-on, he’ll ask you questions about your trip.

“Find anything you like?” Or “did you remember to pick up some milk?”

He won’t stop asking until you’re nearly in tears, begging for him to fuck you.

Who knew Tadashi had a sadistic side?

“You know what, honey? It looks like I need you to pick up just one more thing from the store.”

Yes, he will fucking torture you, and himself, until you’re literally weeping and begging him like he’s your god to stick his cock in you.

Depending on his mood, you either end up back at the store or sprawled out on the kitchen table with his balls buried in you.

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sunshinesukuna · 4 years

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lemon detergent

pairing: tsukishima x reader

tw: fighting, injuries (bruises), light swearing

wc: 1.7k

genre: angst to fluff

ayyy catch me plagiarizig my own work. eh, miya atsumu can rot anyways. im sorry if this is bad, i haven’t given you guys writing for over a week and my people-pleasing ass rushed to give you guys some content ahhhhh. éñÿwâÿś, enjoy <333

Three strikes and you’re out. For each of you, so technically that was six strikes, but the two of you never debated the technicalities of it. Not like you had time to, with a hectic schedule as third-year students and athletes. Him chucking volleyballs into the air, and you chucking yourself up in the air in the wondrous sport known as cheerleading.

He’s already waiting for you in your usual spot behind the gym. God forbid anyone see the two of you together unless it was a life-or-death situation. Hinata would grow at least a feet before that would ever happen. At least that was easy when you were dating someone like him. Being in different classes, different teams, houses on the opposite sides of town. You wondered when you would actually be close to him both emotionally, and physically.

Now that you’re closer, you can smell him for real. The tang of lemon detergent that his mom loves and clean sweat can only mean it’s Tsukishima. You stand in front of him wordlessly, eyes expectant for something. Well, something other than the forlorn look in his eyes that he’s giving you.

“I don’t think I can come to your house after school tomorrow,” he says. There it is. You were totally expecting that this would come at some point during the year, but you didn’t expect it to come this soon. You’re still disappointed anyways.

“It’s the third time you’ve bailed out on me this week alone, Kei,” you complain. He puts a finger to his lips at the sound of your quickly rising voice. “I barely see you at school outside of the gym!”

“And I told you, I’m practicing. It’s not like I’m cheating or anything.” Certainly feels like you are, you want to say. But it’s best if you keep those words in the back of your head.

“For what? Nationals aren’t for two more months!” He breaks eye contact with you, opting to stare at the tree at the edge of the road.

"Practice makes perfect.”

“But you shouldn’t overwork yourself this much! Even I take breaks from cheerleading every now and then to come to support you at your games!”

“(Y/N), I think you’re misjudging how important the Interhigh is to Karasuno. If we lose—”

“I know how important the match is, Kei. But there’s a difference between giving it your all and giving it too much.” You pause, taking a long breath. “Even cheerleaders don’t break our backs trying to reach new heights.”

Tsukishima sighs before putting his hands back into his pocket. He furrows his eyebrows.

“What would you know about it? Cheerleading isn’t a real sport anyway.”

Words cut deep like knives. Tsukishima’s don’t. They hit you like a bag of bricks all at once.

The pang in your chest isn’t just from his words, it’s from his indifference. His eyes giving you that blank stare as he brushes off everything important to you. His hands staying still in his pockets as he talks to you, like you’re not even worthy of his attention.

“What?”

And thus the standoff begins.

First is the lunch line. You think waiting for food while hungry is hard? Try waiting for food when you’re hungry and have Tsukishima Kei looming over behind you. You’re about to plant your feet down in the floor when you’re finished, waiting for him to finish up, but you remember that you have no one to wait for.

So you briskly pick up your tray and move to a table where you spot some of your friends from cheer sitting. His eyes twitch at your figure walking so easily away from him. But it’s not like you would notice.

Second is the hallway. Your heart clenches a bit when you spot Yamaguchi around the corner, because you know who’s going to be next to him. You can already smell the lemon detergent from here.

His eyes burn through his glasses when you walk by. The usual glance and smile is thrown out in exchange for… nothing. Your eyes look straight forward at the end of the hall, where your classroom is. Frustration rolls off of him in waves so intense you can practically smell them, like a disruption in his lemon detergent-scented aura.

No matter, that means it’s working, right? He’ll fess up sooner enough.

But what was it again? Three strikes and you’re out. The third strike comes later at practice.

You really should have thought this out even further. The damaged piping in the gym the cheerleading team usually used meant that they had to share with someone. And who else to share a gym with than the Karasuno Men’s Volleyball Team?

So here you are, stuck at one side of the gym while you can feel Tsukishima’s eyes on you from the other side. The routine starts off well. The first stunts all hit, with none of the same wobblings that was there in the first few weeks of learning it.

And there it was. The throw was already crooked from the beginning. If you couldn’t reach the other flyer’s hand, then you were done for. In a last attempt to save the pyramid, you flung out your legs, trying to land on your feet.

Bad move.

Your knee landed on something— but it wasn’t your teammates’ hands that were ready to catch you. A spike of pain shot up your foot. Suddenly the world was a blur as skin-coloured blobs that could only be your teammates rushed to help you. The lights above were reduced to sparkles that were just too bright.

The buzzing in your ears was enough to block out the sounds coming in, but you could hear snippets of conversation here and there.

“Was that (Y/N)?”

“She landed on her knee!”

“It looks bruised….”

On your knee, eh. So that was why the fire was all concentrated on your patella. The sweat on your hands wouldn’t let you regain your balance. You slump down with your back to the floor, hands over your face to block out what little pain you could, but the faucet of liquid fire trickled down your knee to no end.

“May I help?” someone asked in a low baritone voice. You assumed that your coach said yes because you felt yourself being lifted in the air off the mat. The nape of your neck was wet, either from your sweat or this person’s.

This person was strong too. They walked briskly and easily across the halls of Karasuno, even with a body in their hands. But their heart rate was abnormally fast. They probably had been exercising.

You dare to open your eyes. All you see are pools of purple and white, obscured by the residual tears in your eyes. It could be anyone. But as your senses focused, hints olive and green came into the image. Your sense of smell was also starting to refocus as well. Lemon detergent, deodorant, and rubber.

Lemon detergent…

You opened your eyes as widely as you could. It was Tsukishima. Face unmoving and eyes showing no sign of emotion, but anyone could feel a sense of emergency with his rushed steps and the way he clicked his tongue anytime anyone stood in his way.

The scent of sharp disinfectants replaced the lemon detergent as you were put down on a soft bed. You winced at the new position you were put in, your weight crashing down on your lower body yet again.

“It hurts...” you squeak out, every word another rope squeezing your chest flush out of air.

“It does. It hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?”

That’s enough to set your heart at ease, if only a little. No sappy words to shoo away the pain by pretending it isn’t real, just a concise confirmation that what you’re feeling is real. And somehow, that’s just enough.

Tsukishima works quickly and quietly, adjusting the ice packs where needed. Whenever you wince or gasp in pain, he’s quick to rub a long, lanky finger over the purple parts of the bruise that doesn’t have ice covering it. It still hurts like a bitch, but at least the pain is only physical.

The emotional ones are just beginning to heal.

The 10 by 10 room is sealed — door locked, windows bolted — but it still feels like the two of you are in front of a gargantuan stage, packed to the brim with people watching you. Or is it just because the only audience you have are one another?

“I’m sorry for saying cheerleading wasn’t a sport,” he mutters. Your hearing has started to sharpen again by now.

“What?”

“I’m sorry for brushing off your advice, and belittling something you love,” he says again, Tsukishima’s tone much clearer now. His words ring like a gong in your head.

The throbbing in your knee seems to lessen with every word he says. The longer he talks, the more the fire in your feet seem to subside. Were those his words going to your head, or the gentle massages he was giving your knees as he talked?

“You don’t have to accept my apology. I can wait until you do. But… I know I did something wrong. And I intend to fix it.”

“I’ll accept your apology,” you say. On several conditions.”

His head perks up, eager to hear what you’ll have him do in order to restore things back to the way they were. Scratch that, in order to make things better. Like hell he’ll ignore you again if it leads to something like this.

“What are they?” Tsukishima.

“I know you’re practicing really hard and all that, but can you spend some more time with me?” you ask. “You don’t have to spend that much time, just… enough so it actually feels like we’re dating?”

“Weren’t we already?”

“You know what I mean.”

Tsukishima takes a long breath. He stays silent for a long time, the only noise in the room the sound of ice against ice as he moves to take another icepack for your knee.

“Alright. Anything else?”

The idea you have is silly. But it couldn’t hurt to give it a try. What’s the worse that could happen?

“Buy me some of the detergent you use.”

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milkybunbuns · 3 years

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just teammates → haikyuu!!

We meet again - 2

w/c: 667

warnings: none

a/n: i forgot some of the details from Haikyuu so sorry if anything here isn’t very accurate :>

JUST TEAMMATES MASTERLIST

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the first day at your new school, Karasuno, had ended. The first thing on your mind was volleyball, volleyball, volleyball and more volleyball, quickly walking to the gym you noticed that it was basically completely isolated around the area, which, not going to lie, made you slightly nervous. Then, you reassured yourself of your skills, knocking a few times on the door which was promptly answered by a silver haired boy who seemed really cheery.

“Hi! How may I help you?”, he asked sweetly, a slight coo to his voice but his love and affection didn’t falter for a moment as you stared back at him with a cold face.

“Hi, I’d like to hand in my application for the volleyball team”, you stated bluntly, the silver haired boy quickly rushing in and dismissing himself to find the captain of the team, as you presumed. Soon, a boy of no taller than 180cm and dark brown hair stood face to face with you, him being taller due to the stairs. He was slightly more intimidating than the other one, but none the less, you weren’t fazed by it at all.

“Hi, I’m Daichi, captain of this team.”

“Pleasure to meet you Daichi-san”, you said for the sake of acting nice so you wouldn’t be kicked out before you even got into the team, who knew what type of man he was. He took your application from you and in front of you, ripped it.

“We’ve seen how you act with your teammates. We don’t need someone such as yourself to be in the team”, he said harshly, which was extremely out of character for him. You could feel your chest clench but you ignored that feeling as you nodded, walking off slowly, hands shoved inside the pockets of your trousers. You were a far distance from the gym when you heard footsteps rushing towards you. It was the silver haired male again, he seemed really worried and tired out from chasing you.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about Daichi, he’s just really annoyed since two first years came over earlier on and did some pretty bad things”, he put a hand on your shoulder and you turned back to look at him.

Your features softened a bit, “It’s alright, I understand.”

“You know, I believe you can change for the better...”

“He’ll come to realise that he will need me sooner or later”, just as quickly as your face softened, it went back to it’s original state as you went to one of the various vending machines holding (Favourite drink), leaving your senpai in the dust. You inserted a few coins into the machine and punched the numbers, a bottle/can of (Favourite drink) tumbling out and into your awaiting fingers. Swivelling around to head towards the exit of Karasuno, you came face to face with a blob of black hair.

“Kageyama-kun.”

“L/n-kun”, he nodded back, “I have your award”, he rummaged through his bag and passed it to you.

“So we meet again, huh?”

“We do, I hope to see you in action.”

“Oh, I got rejected...”

“That’s surprising, me too.”

“They must be stupid! Not letting the two best players out there join their team!”, you vented, frowning while shoving the award in your bag.

“I’m sure they’ll come to realise soon.”

“So, Kageyama-kun, why did you get rejected?”

“I had a fight with another first year”, he sat down on a nearby bench, with you in suit, “An orange haired boy, versed him last year.”

“Oh wait, was it that shorty?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“I wonder if he remembers me...I blocked him out so many times...”

“He probably does.”

“So how you planning to get back in?”

“We’re having a 3 v 3, but we need a third player.”

“Huh a 3 v 3, mind if I be your third player, I can show my skills and they’ll accept me.”

“Of course not, it’s Saturday, 6 am, don’t be late.”

@moonlight-forestt

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#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu #haikyū!!#kageyama #kageyama tobio #suga #sugawa #sugawara koshi #daichi #daichi sawamura #haikyuu x male reader

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fluffshisuga · 4 years

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Fate [Hinata x reader]

A soulmate au!!! Thank you for the request 🥺

Words:1557

Warnings? None

Requests are open!

It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry! I haven't been doing well mentally but someone requested a new story so i did so.

I hope you guys like it❤️

Everyone had a soulmate. Most times, you never meet them, or you glance at them only once in your life. Many people live life without one, choosing to go about their life. The only problem about this is that you can't ignore the signs forever. When you come in contact with your soulmate, a feeling sparks through your chest, and you find yourself thinking about them at the most random times, with a wide smile on your face. If you ignored these signs, fate would make you know. Your pinky would hurt, objects around you would be in shapes of hearts; headphone wires, paint splatter, leaves ect. If you chose to continue to ignore the signs, fate would force you to come to terms with your feelings. Whether it was constantly bringing the two of you together, or pushing all you objectives away.

You lived your life in peace. As a child, you never had to worry about fate giving you a soulmate. You did what you wanted, your goals clear in life. When you reached Middle School, you began to explore the many possibilities it had to offer. There were sports, clubs, and other activities you could do. Although, volleyball was not very popular in the school, you still wished to explore it's opportunities.

You walked into the gym where sports were always held. There weren't many people, only a few young boys tossing a ball around trying to hit it. Looking around, there didn't seem to be a coach for this particular club. You looked around for a short while, giving up on the possibility of doing sports these years. You grabbed your things again and started walking out when a ball struck you in the head. It wasn't a hard hit, just strong enough to stop you in your tracks and look towards the direction it came from.

The group of three boys that had been tossing the ball to each other looked at you Red faced and shocked. They ran over and repeatedly apologized to you. An orange haired boy had grabbed the ball and bowed deeply to you, spitting apologies out faster than you could comprehend. You had told them that you were all right, and explained that it wasn't anyone's fault. They thanked you and introduced themselves one by one. The orange haired boy who had been the culprit, sputtered his name fast and bowed again.

The words Hinata Shoyo slammed into you and caused a sharp pain to erupt in your chest. You put a poker face on through the pain, and quickly urged that you were fine and that you had to leave. You ran from the gym and found your way into the bathroom, leaning against a wall clutching your uniform. You didn't know what it meant at that time. You thought that maybe it was something you ate earlier that day, or from the hit your head received. The next day you were back to normal, almost.

The thoughts from that day in the gym came and went throughout the weeks. The orange haired boy named Hinata sprung in your mind constantly. You thought it was the excitement of meeting new people that kept the memories in your mind, and did nothing to clear your head.

The next year began and you found yourself helping different clubs with different things. You were never asked to help with volleyball, and only ever caught glances of orange hair in the sea of students in the halls. Mid way through the year you changed classes, and found yourself in the same class as Hinata Shoyo. You sat beside each other and talked every now and then. After that, there was a dull throbbing in your pinky. You didn't pay it any attention, and went about your days until the dull throb began to get stronger, letting you know that your pinky was in pain. You went to the doctor and had it examined, but they found nothing wrong with it. The pain continued through the year and you tried to get used to it as much as you could.

In your third year, you were part of the art club. The members were calm and sweet, and the bright and beautiful colours of paint filled the art room. You heard a rumor that some boys wanted to be part of a volleyball team, and play games against the other schools. You remembered how there was no coach, and there was only one true member of that club anyway. You paid no mind to the rumors and kept to yourself.

Sometimes, while you were painting, you would see hearts. You'd have to shake your head and look again to see that it was just a blob of paint, but the vision happened many times. You had talked to your club members about it, and they all had different opinions on the subject. One girl had mentioned that her parents were soulmates, and tried to describe what it was. That night you did research on it and found that the things you had been experiencing matched what many people experienced when they met their soulmates, and you stayed up that night thinking about the possibilities.

When you graduated, you chose to go to Karasuno High. You felt drawn there, and remembered how "fate" would bring you to your soulmate if you waited long enough. You thought about who it could be. It had been three years since these symptoms had started, and could barely remember those years. Whoever it was, you didn't know.

You made many friends at Karasuno. Everyone was very friendly, and the school was fairly peaceful. You had met a 3rd year girl named Kiyoko, who had asked you to help her take items to the gym. You went with her and walked into the gym to see a volleyball hit the principal in the face, sending his hair flying onto an older student. The whole gym was in shock. A fury of events happened and you found yourself back outside the gym with two other first years; the culprits of the fiasco. You first saw the tall boy, who seemed very angry and started yelling at someone behind him. Moving to see who the other student was, you saw familiar Orange hair, and the owner of said hair, Hinata Shoyo.

The two boys fought for a few moments before calming down. You cleared your throat and introduced yourself. Hinata seemed to have recognized you instantly, and started talking very fast about how it was amazing that you both would go to the same school and meet each other again. The three of you talked for a few minutes before you left to go to your house, exchanging numbers with the boys.

You became close to Hinata. He always seemed to be there, lighting up the scene with his smile and energy. He convinced you to help the volleyball club, and so you were able to spend more time together. Eventually you started walking home together. You'd talk about anything you wanted to and take as long as you wanted.

One day, you were walking down the street with Hinata by your side. It wad rather chilly, but it didn't bother either of you as you talked. At one moment, your hands brushed together, and a sharp pain shot up into your pinky. The pain was intense, and caused you to cry out. Hinata had experienced the same feeling and was now holding his pinky as well, hissing at the pain. "Are you ok y/n?" He asked, concern filling his features. You looked down at your pinky, where there was no mark to be seen. "I- i don't know? My pinky, it really hurts all of a sudden." You explained, looking up at Hinata. He looked down at his pinky and his eyes widened. His eyes rose to your own, and he spoke in a quiet voice.

"Have you ever heard about soulmates?" He asked, pink dusting his cheeks. You thought to yourself for a fee moments before nodding slowly. "I read about some of it, but i don't really know much," you said. "I know that if you ignore your soulmate and your feelings fate will make sure you figure it out-" you stopped. You looked back at your pinky, and back to Hinata. The pieces began to fit together. The signs you had in the beginning all started after you met Hinata, and somehow you found yourself near him each day now.

You stood in silence before Hinata embraced you, pulling you to his body tightly. He was warm, and he smelled like sweet tangerines. His jacket was soft and his hair brushed against your cheek as he buried his face into your neck. You felt the blush in your cheeks deepen, and your neck was warm as well. Hinata eventually pulled away and rested his forehead against your own, a bright smile lighting up the space between you. You smiled back, grabbing his hands and holding them in your own.

After that day, you spent everyday together, finally listening to fate.

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shimzus-a2 · 3 years

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📝 give me 3,000 :)

📝: about half of their phone storage is just photos of each other. when they go out to eat, hikaru takes so many pictures of her, and because she’s not as comfortable using her camera for anything but landscape photos she gives her phone over to him so he can take selfies of himself, too. when he moves away from japan for school, she looks at his pictures a lot 🥺

📝: when they were younger and it was cold in the winter, shimizu would hold a blanket and wrap it— and herself— around hikaru’s back. then she put another blanket over top of herself. they kinda looked like a double-wrapped taco bell burrito : hikaru in the middle, then a blanket around him, then shimizu hugging him over the blanket, and a blanket over her too. she stopped doing it when he got super tall/his shoulders filled out and she couldn’t comfortably hug him all the way around.

📝: on that note, puberty was ... wild. when hikaru started growing, shimizu was really suspicious and demanded to measure him every week to make sure that her eyes weren’t actually betraying her. she still has a notebook somewhere with a stray page titled “ hikaru-kun’s height, week by week ” !

📝: shimizu is normally on paper fan duty for him during festivals ... not because he asks for it, but because she’s thoughtful and thinks ahead of time that it might be hot for him if he doesn’t have a fan. she keeps him cool, but her wrists hurt by the end of the evening because of how much she fans him.

📝: when she took up track and field in middle school and was asked to give a self introduction to the team ( which included explaining her motivation for joining the team ), shimizu announced, “ i have a friend who i had to chase around a lot. i think he made me fast. please take care of me. ”

📝: she carries a spare inhaler in her bag everywhere she goes, including to karasuno even though he doesn’t attend with her. her parents and she have diligently learned about the proper protocol if he starts having an asthma attack near them, so they’re all fully prepared to take care of him should it ever happen.

📝: hikaru is the ONLY person to ever hear shimizu sing at karaoke, and it was just once. she forbid him from taking videos.

📝: she writes him letters when he leaves japan ... 🥺🥺🥺

📝: sometimes, shimizu jokes that hikaru doesn’t actually have a twin brother. he off-handedly mentions something to her about kaoru, and she turns to him with a puzzled look, asking, “ eh ? kaoru ? who is that ? ” this joke lasts sometimes for hours as he tries to explain to her that he, in fact, has a twin brother named kaoru. she gives in eventually and admits that she knows, but she was just messing with him.

📝: she names the parrotlet he got her after him— while “ hikaru ” means something like bright/light, she names the bird “ akari, ” meaning light ( girl’s name, different kanji ).

📝: i just think ......... it’d be neat if hikaru helped her pick out a swimsuit like he did for haruhi ..... just think that would be kinda cute. then on their obligatory beach ova scene, they go fishing ( kiyoko pulls a record-size fish ) and cook it on the beach for dinner. i think that’s cute.

📝: when they go on long trips by train/bus and have to use that public transport, shimizu always ends up falling asleep. she tries not to because she knows that they’ll need to get off on the right stop, so she should be awake and listening for the right announcement ... but she can’t help it. public transport makes her sleepy, and she ends up falling asleep on hikaru all the time.

📝: matching socks !! in middle school they bought matching socks together, and from then on it kinda became a habit every year to buy a new pair of matching socks. shimizu wears them with her track suit regularly, and if karasuno didn’t uphold a uniform dress code then she’d probably wear them on her first day of classes too.

📝: she won every snowball fight he initiated in elementary school.

📝: they’ve done matching halloween costumes, absolutely. hikaru probably had to invite her to a party because she didn’t have many friends and wouldn’t have been invited otherwise, but she would definitely come if it was an invitation from him. they probably did something cute and tame ( and potentially got kaoru in on it ) like the three blind mice from shrek, or together decided they could be salt and pepper shakers or maybe a pair of vampires ! regardless, they were very cute.

📝: when he gets sick with a fever, shimizu goes out of her way to cook him some soup, pack it up in a little bag, traverse over to his house, and sit just outside his bedroom door to talk to him through the wall so he doesn’t feel alone. normally, she doesn’t like to come over to his super fancy rich person house, but if it’s for him, it doesn’t matter.

📝: she draws things for him all the time, and so long as he doesn’t tell her honestly how bad her art is, she’ll continue to do it. hundreds of tiny pieces of papers with little birds who have eyes too big, or tanuki with rat tails, or totally unclear blobs meant to resemble people they both know ...

📝: their purikura photo booth photos are so otherworldly and obnoxious. they put EVERY sticker on, and use the sparkle pen to write out “ best friends ! ” in any space they can. when they print them out, it’s one of the only times hikaru will be able to see shimizu actually laugh out loud. she didn’t realize it in the booth, but when the photos are in her hand she thinks they’re so stupid that it’s hilarious. she loves them !

📝: face mask saturdays. that’s all i’ll say on that.

📝: obligatory childhood moment where hikaru catches a frog and shows it to shimizu, who then says, “ it kinda looks like you. ” his eyes start to get big and sad, like ... really ? i look like that ? so she gives the frog a little kiss to make him feel better.

📝: another obligatory childhood moment when shimizu first gets her glasses, and hikaru puts them on and tells her, “ wow. you’re blind. ” she never forgets this. one day, he will know too ... she is waiting for his eyes to go bad ...

📝: i think we’ve already previously established this, but i’m running out of steam on these headcanons so i’ll re-use it. after her track and field matches, hikaru gives her piggy backs and treats her to snacks. if she ever twists her ankle, he’s the first person there offering to help her up and to carry her off the course to get it looked at/wrapped up properly.

📝: she’s not as nosy as him about crushes and love lives, but of course she’s absolutely curious about what kind of person he likes. she decides to spring it on him with no warning at lunch once, asking, “ ne, hikaru-kun. what’s your ideal type ? ” and after he gives her a legitimate answer she never brings it up again. it’s nice to note and file away, though.

📝: they go strawberry picking in the summer and i will NOT budge on this. alternatively, there are these flowers in japan ( idk what they’re called ) like honeysuckle, and you can suck out sweetness from the stems. hikaru and shimizu definitely have had afternoons playing with the flowers.

📝: one time when she was asleep hikaru drew a smiley face on her chin using her beauty mark as one of the eyes.

📝: when pokemon go first came out, they played it together religiously. shimizu always beat him in 1v1 matches, but overall hikaru has rarer pokemon than she does ...

📝: they’ve definitely stayed up too late texting each other before. shimizu manages it well and doesn’t look super tired during class, which is a good thing, but when it happens a few days in a row she realizes she needs to find the heart to tell him to stop messaging her so late so she can sleep.

📝: he used to pick her wildflowers until she told him it was bad to just pick them right out of the ground. so to cooperate, hikaru just took her out on long walks to look at pretty flowers and would tell her, “ if i could pick them, i’d get you that one and that one ! ”

📝: she regularly buys him good luck charms from temples. when she knows that he has a test or a big host club event, shimizu will get a charm and give it to him before !

📝: when they hug it’s either like half a second long or three minutes long. there is no in between. he pets the back of her hair or rubs her shoulder, and she fists his shirt in her little hands. THEY’RE ADORABLE.

headcanons about our muses ! ,

#tofiorire #3000 is a lot how is 30 #this was actually so painful lmao why did i think i could write 30 of these #after the 20th they decline...

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SO IMAGINE A HAIKYUU FANFIC (Akaashi’s POV)

Like okay, there’s a lot. But Shapeshifter fic. (I know this also has a lot of fic)

But like imagine Akaashi, ex-soldier Akaashi, who was thrown away or was taken as POW when a storm hit the ship he was on. He somehow manages to survive and end up in a strange looking island surrounded by Fukurodani crew and Karasuno squad. He was taken to see the Grand King and was assigned to the leader of the Fukurodani clan, which is BOKUTOWL

But like they totally don’t trust him and stuff so he got poisoned where he died for a few minutes only for him to GASP and open his eyes which looked like owl eyes and pass out again. While unconscious he didn’t know his body was contorting into weird angles and that his flesh SPLIT OPEN and bloody bones was quickly forming, along with muscles and tissues. Bokuto was Not Amused by the fact that Akaashi was poisoned and ordered a search for who did it and continued fretting in the fact that Akaashi. Has. His. Back. Split. Open. And that flesh and his flesh and bones was slowly forming ... wing like structures(?)

Bokuto was flabbergasted. He calls for Kuroo, Daichu and begrudgingly Ushijima. Meanwhile, Akaashi woke up and gained consciousness only to wish he wasn’t. His screams reached Bokuto’s ears. He ran back inside the infirmary only to see feathers growing out of Akaashi’s wing like limbs. He stopps Akaashi from ripping it out, at the same time Kuroo, Daichi and Ushijima arrives. They were SHOOK at what was happening. Bokuto explained that Akaashi was poisoned and that he kinda died for a while before he woke up with golden eyes and weird limbs.

Ushijima theorized that Akaashi might have a dormant shifterblood and that the poison only kills humans not shifters. So with the human side dead, his shifter side had no choice but to ‘awaken’

The Shift ended a few hours after dawn with Akaashi having a pair of wings. He woke up with confusion and pain also... something heavy on his back? He tried to reach out only to realize his hand was tied to the freaking bedpost. He struggles and accidentally ripped the entire headboard sending it flying towards the opening door, and knocking Daichu unconscious. Kuroo was dying of laughter, Bokuto is panicking and Ushijima just looks at the passed out body and walks inside the infirmary. He got closer and Akaashi backed away and threw the next thing he could. Which is a basin filled with dirty and bloody water. He didn’t hit Ushijima but it got the attention of the two people out side the door. Kuroo drags Daichi to one of the beds and also approaches Akaashi.

Bokuto asks how he was doing which he sarcastically answered that he liked being tied on a bed. Kuroo whistled while Ushijima just looks confused. Akaashi touched his back while Bokuto explains that he tried to claw his wings out. Akaashi stopped feeling around his back when he realized that, holy shit I’m holding a feather attached to my back. He tried to pull one out when pain shot up from his back. He looked behind him and saw a flurry of black and brown. It felt weird.

Fast forward a few days, Bokuto was teaching him how to fly and stuff. When he heard that one of the members of Nekoma was injured. The medicine was located on top of a cliff located at the forest-y side of the mountains. It’s impossible to get there unless in human form due to the vines. The smallest in member of the clan couldn’t go because he sprained his ankle. The King heard of the news and decided to let Akaashi prove it to show his loyalty. He begrudgingly did but on his way back, he was attacked by something black with red eyes. He tried to climb higher and higher till he reached the highest part of the cliff which is a giant tree that has a lot of vines. Below the cliff, the shifters waited anxiously but was confused when they saw Akaashi go up rather than go down. Kuroo poointed towards a black spot that followed Akaashi up. Bokuto quickly transformed into his owl form and went up. Akaashi tried to get away only to get stuck in the vines. He panicked and the thing reached it claws to swipe at Akaashi, it caused his leg to bleed and he got more tangled with the vines. His unfolded wings were stuck in an awkward position. He saw the thing was about to slash when he slashed first with the knife he used to gather the herbs. Coincidentally he also slashed the vines holding him.

He fell and unconsciously closed his eyes praying for a swift death. Bokuto was almost at the there when he saw Akaashi freefalling. Everyone was holding their breath. A few of the Karasuno and Shiratorizawa clan shifted and raced forward to catch Akaashi. Akaashi felt something other that fear in his gut and embraced that feeling, thinking it was acceptance towards his death. Instead, he was suddenly shifting into his owl form. It didn’t hurt more that the first one but the brightness did hurt his eyes. He lost his balance a bit but the gliding slowly lowered his descent which is the reason why Bokuto managed to swoop in and catch him. He panicked but saw familiar golden eyes staring at him. Together with the few shifters who was about to catch him, they went back to the ground. And even on owl form, the herbs he took was still clutched in his claws.

Fast forward a few months, there is war. The black blob that attacked Akaashi was a demon. It’s clan was slowly wrecking havoc across the lands. Clan leaders and soldiers were called to launch an attack before it could make worse impact at the lands.

A few weeks have passed that with Akaashi reading all of the books they have in the Fukurodani collections. One of the books opened a passage which led him to the question how thick the tree trunk is. He followed it down and saw more books one that mentioned the first clans and their creations. One clan dabbled into the dark arts that caused other clans to isolate them. The next ruler was driven into madness and used the dark arts on all of his subjects. He quickly took the book and raced to the castle.

He arrived but was stopped because he didn’t have an audience with the king. He quickly transformed into his owl form and searched the castle for the king. He heard his voice and followed it only to barge in a war meeting. He ignored the stares and the growls and threw the book at the table. It stopped in front of the Grand King. He took it and sarcastically raised an eyebrow. He was held by palace guards now when he shouted that it was the Dateko Clan. Instead of pacifying the king, it seemed to enrage him more, he quickly ordered his men to confirm this and if true, kill them regardless. Akaashi screamed at him that the rest of the clan were just puppets to the leader and that killing the leader would be enough to lift the spell.

He was almost ignored until one of them, the gray haired one, asked if it was true. He replied with yes and it was considered. He was dragged out of the room and was put in a room, chained to the bed, temporarily. He looked at the window and saw dozens of people were shifting into their animal forms like felines, wolves and birds. He wondered if it was too late. The door opened and he saw the king. He stood up and just looked at him. The king approached and ordered the guard to release him. He was then given a silver dagger.

It turns out, while he still very much wants to slaughter the entire clan to have certain victory and safety, the gray haired guy and Bokuto begged for him to reconsider. Which he did. But only if Akaashi managed to kill the leader within an hour after they launched the attack. While most were unconvinced, Bokuto volunteered at guarding Akaashi. He was uncertain but with the pressure knowing that dozens and maybe hundreds of lives were at his shoulder, he took the dagger and set off to the sky.

They did manage to find the leader. But it was proving a bit impossible to defeat him. Ten minutes before the end of the given time, Akaashi was clutched by his wings and Bokuto was thrown away somewhere. The dagger was still sheathed inside and hidden inside his boots, when Bokuto came back and launched a spear directly towards it. It hit it on the forehead which caused it to loosen a bit of its grip on Akaashi’s wing. He took the chance and swing forward, ignoring the burn in this back, and stabbed it hard in the eye. It squeezed its fist hard that he actually heard his bone crack before falling face down and firmly impaling the dagger. Akaashi felt dizzy from the pain in this body. Faintly, he can see Bokuto trying to talk to him but he was so tired, and in pain. So he closed his eyes.

Five years have passed since the battle against the dark clan, which was now Dateko, the armadillo clan occurred. Akaashi sat at the top of a tree, swinging his legs while eating an apple. It’s been years since he last flew and despite the fact that he only had wings for a year, it felt like a piece of his soul was ripped out. He continued eating when he saw a small child climb a pine tree. He straightened up and was about to tell the kid to go down when the branch snapped. He didn’t think. His body moved and before he knew it, he felt blinding pain that he felt momentarily blind before diving to save the kid. Meanwhile Bokuto, along with Kuroo and Daichi was on their way to Bokuto’s office when they heard a branch fell and a high pitch scream. They looked right and saw a kid falling, They quickly transformed when they saw Akaashi mid transformation dive and catches the kid. He wrapped his wings around the kid and hugged it tight. Bokuto flew faster but he didn’t reach him in time. He saw Akaashi angle his body upright and opened his wings. He saw the look on his face when his wings were fighting against the wind and the pressure. But something beautiful happened. Akaashi flapped his wings awkwardly a few time and slowly glided down. He set the kid down and crumpled in pain. They quickly rushed towards him and saw him clutching his back. Bokuto couldn’t take his eyes off Akaashi’s wing that was slowly realigning itself. Years of not transforming, and here he is, healing very fast and very painful. He took him towards the infirmary and despite the pain that Akaashi felt on the way, he realized that it was worth it saving the kid and that he should probably try to focus more on Bokuto’s arms than the burning on his back. It reminded him of how his life changed when he felt this pain, maybe it’ll change again this time too.

#i was listening to take to the sky when i wrote this #take to the sky #shapeshifter!au #haikyuu #akaashi keiji #fanfiction #bokuto koutaro #grand king oikawa tooru #mentions of sugawara koushi #sawamura daichi #awkward ushijima wakatoshi #kuroo testuro #dateko is the armadillo clan #i think i ate too much ice cream #sorry for the plot holes and stuff #how many tags is too much tags #thank you for taking your time reading this #haikyuu fanfic #another shifter fanfic

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