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iwaoiness · 7 months

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Forever and again

It is when he thinks about it most that he least understands how the universe has allowed him to have Iwaizumi. They have always been together, his mother fondly keeps a photograph of Oikawa at six months old and Iwaizumi at seven, both sleeping soundly next to each other, their chubby little hands clasping. In all his memories there is Hajime, there is his laugh, his frown, his sleeping face, his dimples, his dull green eyes, his quiet voice, his sincere words. There is also what Oikawa has learned to relate with Iwa-chan, there is his childhood passion for insects, there is his hunting net, his jars to catch and then release because everyone has a place to be, there are his favourite sneakers, there are his Godzilla band-aids, there is the warmth of the summer sun, the sweetness of freshly cut watermelon, the tree house in the Iwaizumi's mountain residence, the apple scent of his shampoo.

There are many, thousands, millions more things. Some of them have remained, like the old hunting net, and some have changed, like the shape of his back.

Tooru remembers how thin it was under his patterned shirts, even though Iwaizumi was a little taller than him, and how comfortable it was when Iwa-chan carried him on when he sprained his ankle or scraped his knees or suffered one of his allergic reactions on his way home from his adventures on the hill. Hajime's back has always been safety and security, confidence and firmness, and over time it has become broader and more muscular, but without losing a drop of the essence that Tooru has grown up with.

And he likes it, he likes it so much. That's why he enjoys it when Iwaizumi takes his hand (as he's doing now) and laces his fingers between his naturally as if they were made for it, and then tugs his arm lovingly and leads the way. He enjoys it because he sees Hajime's back again, runs his form that he has well memorised in his mind and fingers under his black cotton shirt, sees the kanjis of the Aoba Johsai banner printed in black ink along the back of his neck, his cropped hair, the back ball of the industrial piercing through the cartilage of his ear.

Walking behind Hajime is not shameful, it is comforting and warm. Oikawa feels protected and loved, and his heart melts inside him when he thinks of every moment that Iwaizumi has shown him with actions —because that's what he is, a man of action rather than words— how much he loves him. Whether it's kissing him tenderly, combing his bangs, leaving milk bread and dorayakis on the kitchen counter, buying him that ridiculous strawberry-shaped bowl he once distractedly mentioned he liked, leaving notes for him around the flat ("don't forget breakfast, Shittykawa", "you're so beautiful, u know that?”, "don't forget you have an appointment to change your glasses prescription and we’ve dinner with our parents this monday", "I'm going to kick your fucking ass if you ever leave wet towels lying on the damn sofa again", "I love you so much", “don't let Makki dye his hair in our bathroom again”), photographing every article of clothing and shoe he stopped to look at every time they went shopping (believing Tooru didn't notice), covering the pointy end of any table with his hand when Oikawa bent down to pick up whatever he had dropped to prevent him from bumping it, always making sure he felt good when he showed the slightest grimace of discomfort, always seeking his opinion on any subject, always listening to even the most absurd complaints and ramblings.

Iwaizumi loves him so much and Oikawa loves Iwaizumi so much. He has loved him in every state of love, he has loved him as a friend, as family, as a partner, as a neighbour, as a boyfriend and he will also love him as a husband. Tooru loves him so much that it is overflowing, overwhelming, a tsunami of intensity that sweeps everything inside him until his heart aches and his eyes water.

He loves him so much he wants to cry.

In fact, he's going to cry.

Right now.

"Hajime" he murmurs giving his hand a gentle squeeze. His low, faint voice immediately alarming Iwaizumi who peeks his face over his shoulder, his thick eyebrows furrowing in concern, but Oikawa barely gives him time to open his mouth when he pulls his arm towards him and there, in the middle of the mall's subway parking garage, he wraps his arms around his neck, sinking his face into them.

The tension in Iwaizumi’s body is brief, Oikawa soon hears his snort and immediately feels an arm around his waist squeezing him against his body, and a large, warm hand stroking his back up and down, with the experience of someone who has been in his life since his first breath.

Tooru is where he wants to be and should be. Where his happiness is constant and his sadness subsides more easily, where anxiety is treated with gentleness and negative thoughts vanish with sincere words. Where love is pure and clean, where arguments last no more than three days (because despite being stubborn and wanting to be right, they both hate the emptiness left in bed when they are upset), where winter mornings are less torturous because there is a warm body by their side, where the summer sun is warmer than ever, where flowers in spring are more vivid, where hot chocolate in autumn tastes sweeter.

"Are you okay?" Iwaizumi asks softly, his warm lips caressing the skin of his cheek. "Don't tell me you're crying again because you love me too much."

Oikawa laughs, somewhat wetly and teasingly. This is also how it feels to love someone well and to have that someone not only know you so well but to feel so comfortable and confident that you bare yourself body and soul.

"No, I was thinking about the poor driver who parked his car next to Iwa-chan's."

"Oi, that time I broke the rearview mirror because the other driver parked like shit" He gently pinches his side, pulling an exaggerated yelp out of him.

"Mean, Iwa-chan" Oikawa whines with a pout, lifting his head and tilting it to the side when he finally meets Iwaizumi's eyes, which look at him with a love cultivated since decades as he wipes away a tear rolling lonely down his cheek with his thumb.

"Mean, Iwa-chan" he teases, sharpening his voice before laughing when Oikawa bites his cheek.

There's a press at his waist, a second-hand descending down his lower back.

"If we don't hurry, you'll go back to running out of that sweet milkshake bomb you pretend to like" He says, though he doesn't make the slightest move to break away, brushing his bangs away from Tooru's eyes.

"Show some respect for the cinnamon roll Frappuccino, Hajime" Croons as he sketches an amused curve to his lips "It's not my fault you have nefarious taste buds and are incapable of appreciating sweet."

"That's because I'm only loyal to one kind of sweet, Tooru" He replies, two shades lower and huskier, his eyes fixed on his before deliberately lowering them to Oikawa's pink lips.

Tooru's cheeks and ears redden, but he widens his smile, his hand fondly stroking the hair at the nape of Hajime's neck.

"Really, Iwa-chan? I wonder what kind of sweet you're so faithful to is."

"Mmh... He has cinnamon-coloured hair, honey-coloured eyes and a cherry-red nose" He replies and Oikawa blinks, really caught off guard, before laughing, his happy laughter echoing in the parking lot, his eyes narrowed into half-moons at his boyfriend's affectionate smile.

"I don't have a red nose!" he complains between belly laugh.

"Oh, it gets so red when you cry, my baby boy" Hajime teases, starting to spread kisses all over his face, all over his forehead, red nose, cheeks, eyelids, chin and finally his lips.

Oikawa smiles against Hajime’s mouth, cradling his face, his thumbs on either side of his strong jaw as he kisses him back, melting into those strong arms where he has grown and lived.

The place where Tooru is and will be, forever and again.

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u can find this and other fics on my ao3 🌻

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hinata-boke · 1 year

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what r they doing

#haikyuu #oikawa #kuroo #iwaizumi #kenma #my art #doodle #i love their interactions in the extras so so much #they would be unstoppable chaotic besties #get bokuto in there too #this was a good exercise in drawing again tbh i feel like my brain hasnt been dialed in recently

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six-white-venus · 4 months

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on love.

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s2ep9 bungou stray dogs: Double Black// work song by hozier// house md, s8ep19: the c-word// Anne Carson, Euripides// s1ep9 bungou stray dogs: The Beauty is Quiet Like a Stone Statue// Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from ‘Love of the Wolf’, tr. Keith Cohen// house md// wasteland, baby! by hozier// haikyuu!! s2ep24: Switch for the Utmost Limit// the song of achilles by madeline miller// s3ep3 bungou stray dogs: Only a Diamond Can Polish a Diamond// house md, s8ep19: the c-word// shauna barbosa, from "GPS"// bungou stray dogs: dead apple// The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan// haikyuu!! s1ep22: Oikawa Tooru is not a Genius// jenny slate// franz kafka, letter to milena// haikyuu!! s2ep25: Declaration of War// Sarah Ruhl, from “Eurydice”// bungou stray dogs: ch109// trista mateer from "for the one who loved my hands more than anything else"//

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hoao · 2 months

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oikawa is a perfectly crafted character. he’s silly and insufferable and has a ridiculous way of behaving but he’s also determined and strong and committed and hardworking. if you dive deeper, he’s also desperate, insecure, and he yearns and he wants and he fights. he’s scared his hard work will never be enough because there are people who are already one step ahead of him, people he considers geniuses.

“talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you polish.”

i don’t think anything will ever stop him from doubting and feeling insecure, and iwaizumi himself once told him he’s probably never going to be satisfied. however, by breaking free from the constant pressure of “the talented ones”, he can polish his hard work, his instinct, his drive.

it will lead him far, yes. in fact, it leads him to another country, dealing with another language and another culture and another world. he momentarily forgets just how fun volleyball can be, until meeting hinata reminds him of it. he grows up to be fierce and motivated and passionate and on the opposite side of the court, representing another country and standing up for his “petty pride”.

he’s a character that drives me insane because i relate to him in ways that scare me. am i talented? or is what i have “just” instinct that i have to polish? am i a sort of imposter between people who are born great? people who have to work hard, just like me, but they seem to be doing it a bit more effortlessly?

hard work is always hard work, no matter the raw material (talent/instinct). but oikawa is so good and relatable because he knows it and he still feels like he needs to do more, more, more. he feels different from the others, and when first confronted with this reality it almost takes control of him. (kageyama is what he will never be, he despises him because of it).

and what’s an even bigger paradox is that nobody ever looks down on him. he does it all by himself. kageyama and ushijima and hinata and everybody else, they all look at him for what he is: a good player, a scary opponent, someone they fear and someone they look up to simultaneously, someone they have fun playing against, someone they want to beat, someone worth their time and efforts, someone who’s crazy good at what he does.

as always, haikyuu is so real for this too. our mind works in very weird ways, sometimes we don’t take into consideration others’ opinions of us unless they’re negative, we’re never satisfied with ourselves, we always want more.

oikawa is a perfectly crafted character. he has flaws and he’s so intensely human people might despise him for it. and the path furudate built for him is so fitting and so hopeful it has me believing there’s a chance i’ll get there too. not to Argentina, not to the Olympics. instead, to a future where my hard work means something (to me!).

and what if i don’t feel like the others? what about it? it will never be “just” instinct. it’s my hard work, my pride and drive. it will lead me places because i demand it. when oikawa breaks off the cycle, he becomes insatiable. “i will defeat everyone, so be ready!”

(i also happen to believe he really does defeat everyone).

#haikyuu manga spoiler #haikyuu spoiler #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #analysis #i love haikyuu sm #i love oikawa sm #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #ushijima wakatoshi #iwaizumi hajime #haikyu #hoao.s

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215-luv · 2 years

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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU PULL THEM BY THEIR BELT/BELT LOOP

SUNA: a deep yelp comes from his lips, the usual bored look he had on his eyes now replaced with shock as his hands naturally lands to the nearest surface, trapping you in his arms. with his face now inches closer to yours, he looks down at you, the tension between you two now rising. he raises an eyebrow with curiosity in his eyes as his deep voice flows through your ears, “hm, what’s going on in that little head of yours, bun?”

KUROO: a startled expression etches on his face, not expecting you to do such a bold action. although, he’s quick to recover from his shock as he shoots you a cocky grin, letting his hand fall to rest on your hip. “what’s this, kitten? if you needed me, you could’ve just said so yourself.” he chuckles, “but this,” his eyes then wander down to where you were holding his belt, “this is probably much better.”

ATSUMU: literally gasps out loud in shock, “oh SHIT you- you really just did that huh?” he curses, trying his best to compose himself although he’s actually a stuttering mess. with a deep inhale, he lets his hands find their place on your hips as he looks down at you with a certain look on his eyes, clearing his throat. “are we gonna make out or..?”

IWAIZUMI: he looks down at you, surprised. letting an eyebrow raise as if he’s asking for you to explain what was that for. however, with that look on your eye, iwaizumi swore something had bursted inside him that lead him unable to restrain himself as he slowly slithers his arm around your waist, the action sending you shivers through your spine while you watch as he reaches your hand that was holding his belt, raising it to let it rest on his shoulder. he chuckles under his breath while he keeps eye contact with you, “god, you really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

SAKUSA: both his eyebrows shoot upwards and his body freezes momentarily. you watch as his eyes looks at you with shock written upon them. he could barely let out a steady statement as his breath wavers, “..w-what.. what are you doing?”

OIKAWA: “okay, so, remember when iw— AH! OH MY GOD!” he screeches out dramatically when you unexpectedly pull him by his belt and his heart runs in laps. he looks at you with shock as you only shoot him an innocent smile. “sweetie, what was that for?!” he lets a hand hover his chest as you giggle, about to give him an answer when he adds, “but that was kinda hot though..”

YAMAGUCHI: a high pitched yelp comes from his lips and he stares at you with wide eyes, a flush creeping across his cheeks. never have you seen your boyfriend look so embarrassed and surprised your whole life that you had to let out a laugh, your reaction worsening the blush on his cheeks as he holds the wrist of your hand that was holding his belt. “H-Honey.. S-Stop..”

KITA: when you pull him by his belt, he let’s out a tiny oh, peering at you with curiosity. smh innocent bb. he gives you a look that encourages you to explain what you did, but somehow, inside him, he thought it kinda felt nice to have you pull him towards you that way.

KENMA: he tenses. it honestly never crosses his mind once that you would ever do the action of pulling him towards you by his belt—the gesture so unexpected that it leaves him a blushing mess. his body freezes in place and you watch as he looks at you with wide eyes. “(y-y/n).. what was that..?”

KAGEYAMA: he really went “oh shit” as soon as he feels that force on his hip—not expecting you to suddenly pull him in that way. his eyebrows raises in surprise while his head tilts in confusion, not sure what to expect when you’re innocently looking at him in the eye. and he blinks, “uh. hi?”

ASAHI: “AH!” he lets out a yelp that could possibly be heard up to the second floor. he looks back and forth from your face then down to where your hand connects to his belt, letting him compose himself for a few moments as he freezes in place. his eyes widens and he stammers like crazy. “S-Sweetheart.. What- What did you just do..?”

USHIJIMA: both his eyebrows raise upon the sudden pull of force on his hip area. he looks down at you as he holds a potted plant on his hand. you watch as he blinks down at you, as if looking for any answers through whatever emotion your face has on. you let him place his plotted plant on the nearest surface and he faces you, holding your hand that was on his belt as he raises it to his chest, letting his thumb softly rub on to your soft skin. “is there anything you need, honey? you can tell me anything.”

MATTSUN: when you pull him by his belt, he lets shock overcome him, both his eyebrows shooting upward. and yet, that shock is quickly replaced by a smirk as he looks down to where your hand is holding his belt. he lets out a deep “oh?” with a certain glint on his eye that deeply intensifies your need for him.

BOKUTO: “AH! WHAT AR—wait what’s this all about baby?” his mood alters in the quickest because one moment his eyes were widened like saucers and now he’s peering down at you with expectation. and you’re starting to think he’s just realizing how much he likes the way you pull him to you by his belt. you could see the blush appearing on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck bashfully—a rare thing to be seen from the bokuto kotaro. and he suggests cheekily, “you know.. maybe you should do this more often.. hehe.”

AKAASHI: he lets out the softest gasp from his lips as his widened eyes wander down to where your hand grasps onto his belt, and his mind really goes ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-’ but then he scratches that by clearing his throat, trying his all to keep his composure while barely managing to keep eye contact with you. “w-what is it you need, honey..?”

#requested by anon!#special shoutout to anon who suggested this <3 ily baby i hope you love this #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #oikawa x reader #yamaguchi x reader #ushijima x reader #bokuto x reader #asahi x reader #akaashi x reader #kita x reader #kenma x reader #kageyama x reader #mattsukawa x reader

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waveoftheocean · 11 months

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06.10.23 happy birthday iwa-chan!! sorry for inflicting paperwork on you for your bday but at least you have oikawa to help (coughdistractcough) you 🥰

#haikyuu!!#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu #hq #mine #my art #wip #lol i wanna color this but at the rate i'm going at it'll be finished in either a week or in 3 years so uh. guess we'll see how it goes :DDD #still can't believe it's already been half a year since i started this...#(absolutely not looking at the wips that have been sitting in my wip folder for years)#i'm not exaggerating literal years.....#but ANYWAYS yeah i specifically am inflicting tax paperwork on them bc its what i was procrastinating on when i started this #but you can imagine it's whatever kind of paperwork or homework or whatever tedious suffering you want :D #love is stored in the “i hate this thing SO MUCH but i hate it slightly less when i'm with you”

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reebmasul · 5 days

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finally drew seijoh4 together !!!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #seijoh #seijoh 4 #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #iwaoi #matsuhana #chibi art #aoba johsai #their friendship is soooo precious to me i love them sm :(((

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iwaoiamiright · 13 days

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iwaizumi calling akashi pretty boy in front of oikawa once just to watch oikawa's entire world crumble before his eyes. he caves and says sorry after oikawa refuses to even look at him for a whole day

#iwaoi #haikyuu #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #jealous oikawa #i love the idea of oikawa being unable to deal with iwaizumi showing anyone affection

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boyfhees · 2 years

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haikyuu but everyone is kuroo

atsumu :

kageyama :

kenma :

sugawara :

iwaizumi :

#from—shoyotime.#damn i did an oikawa one on my old blog but it's gone #so i might post it again i loved it #anyway have this !#haikyuu but ! by cael.#yes i made a tag .#haikyuu #kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #i will make more of these .....#they're fun fr #atsumu #kageayama #sugawara #kenma #iwaizumi

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writtenbyevie · 1 year

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the more votes = the longer they live

so who’s dying first?

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iizuumi · 9 months

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#iwaoikage #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #kageyama tobio #hq #haikyuu #my art #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #i havent drawn them in like 5 years omg why have i waited so long #my beloveds

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maybe-a-dinosaur · 1 month

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matsukawa issei one of those guys that just walks in the rain. no umbrella no raincoat not even a hood motherfucker just gets wet. it’s not because he forgets to check the weather he is fully cognizant that it is raining he just accepts his fate and steps out the door into the downpour. he leaves a trail of water behind him when he walks inside and wrings out his shirt like a cartoon character his shoes squelch when he walks he has to empty them in the sink his hair is Dripping he shakes his head like a dog his splash zone has a 6 foot radius.

no one understand him his mother won’t let him sit on the couch she’s like what the fuck kid if you get water on the rug one more time you’re sleeping in the rain. oikawa is unimpressed “it’s your funeral” asks issei if he’s thought about investing in a lifejacket. takahiro insists that drowning is “so this year” and issei looks “chic” when he’s shivering. iwaizumi walks beside him on the sidewalk under his own umbrella he does not offer to share issei does not ask there is mutual respect. he doesn’t jump in puddles or anything like that’s too childish or whatever but he Refuses to wear appropriate rain attire he would rather be damp and uncomfortable than inconvenienced.

#after practice issei walks home in the rain now he doesn’t have to shower #at the oikawa house issei asks for a towel tooru looks him up and down walks away tells him to drip dry #no one understands him it’s not a phase he’ll be 80 years old and trudging through the rain like a fool #water in his shoes call him squidward when he walks #rain #im in love with an emo boy #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #matsuhana #seijoh 4 #haikyuu

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kakashihotakes · 11 months

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

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kings-highway · 6 months

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i think part of the reason Iwaoi has the ability to make me so feral has almost nothing to do with any romantic relationship but rather the fact that they are equals in almost every way and yet Iwaizumi must still feel like he is powerless. Like we know Iwa is good at volleyball he's the ace and goes on to be the trainer for the japanese national team. And we know explicitly that Oikawa is not a prodigy, his technical skill has never been what makes him a good player, he is not someone Iwa wouldn't be able to keep up with. So Iwaizumi probably knows Oikawa's limits because he knows his own. And even though the infamous knee injury is technically not canon we know he does sustain an injury, we know he stays up all night preping for games, we know he stays in the gym long after practice is over until Iwa drags him out. Iwa and Oikawa may be equals, but Oikawa is an Icarus. They both have wax wings but only one of them is going to fly too high and come crashing down again. And Iwa knows this. He knows every game, every push forward, every move Oikawa makes is almost inherently destined to end in a firey blaze not because Oikawa isn't good enough but because he's not programmed to feel satisfied. Iwa has to send him off to Argentina. He has to see him at the Olympics, he has to watch him push himself higher and higher and higher and he must just be screaming inside 'can't you see we're wax wings? we're not eagles or crows, we can't go up that high' and yet there's nothing he can do because Icarus doesn't listen. Not in Crete and not in Japan and not in Argentina. All he can really do is learn how to manage sports injuries, learn how to stretch torn muscles, how to recover broken bones and sooth aggravated egos and be ready on the sidelines with burn salve and love. Whether or not you like to consider the relationship as romantic is up to you but I for one cannot fathom a more heartwrenching story than that. Do you think Iwa ever wondered if he were capable of loving his best friend enough to change his nature? Do you think his efforts to do so would be unfair to Daedalus, as if Iwa would be able to love someone more than a father loves his son? Would he try anyway? Do you think Oikawa knows any of this? Or does he just think Iwa's concern comes from thinking Oikawa isn't good enough to compete with the birds? When Oikawa hits the ocean, do you think he'll realize it's not his fault that wax melts in the sun?

#god this better not count as poetry #something about the radically furious way Iwaizumi must love Oikawa will never leave my brain #i will love you enough to watch you fall and pick you back up afterwards. i love you because you were destined to fall.#you wouldn't be you if you didn't #haikyuu iwaoi #haikyuu #Iwaoi #oikawa x iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tōru #haikyuu ships

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drabblesdrabbles · 2 months

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“The Art of being Painfully In Love”

There’s this guy in my class, I did not like him one bit.

He’s loud, and obnoxious, and he likes to throw a fit.

Everything about him annoys me indescribably,

From the way he talks to the way he walks to way he laughs at every stupid thing we see.

He lights up the room whenever he’s around,

When he smiles it’s like everyone is spellbound.

He speaks so highly of himself, like he’s the greatest the world has ever seen.

And whenever he’s near me, I feel so serene.

Wait, what? Have I grown soft for him? I wonder.

No, that can’t be. I’m supposed to hate him, remember?

But I guess I’m not immune to his charms.

I guess, like every other person, I’ve fallen directly into his arms.

So I let him stick around me as much as he’d like.

Let him annoy me with his presence as I watch,

Watch as he glows under the moonlight

And blooms like the beautiful flower that he is under the sunlight.

I tell myself I’m not in love, that’s what I tell other people too.

But good lord how come I notice everything about you?

From the way his eyes crinkle when he grins,

To the way he cowers when things get too intense.

Everything, I’ve noticed and learned everything.

His favourite movie, food, and the lyrics to the songs he sings.

His existence is like a blackhole, forever swallowing,

And I will forever be falling.

When I came to the realization, tears prickled at the corner of my eyes.

I can’t just tell him how I feel, what if it ends up in a mere goodbye?

But god, I am in love with him, and painfully so.

So, so, deeply in love that I don’t ever want to let go.

But I must. For he is such a saint, and I a mere sinner.

I have given up on everything while he still dreams that life will get better.

He is simply so lovely and I’ll only keep his greatness at bay,

But I will not let that happen, I will not get in the way.

Someone said to me once that love is the most twisted curse of all,

And perhaps that is true

Because you should never love me the way that I love you.

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(a poem i made while thinking about how tragic and beautiful satosogu is [and also how tooth-rottingly sweet iwaoi is])

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iwaoiness · 3 months

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When Oikawa arrives in Miyagi after almost three years, he cries in his mother's arms, struggles not to cry in his father's, squeals indignantly when his sister purposely pats the sunburn on his back, and has to ask five times if the Takeru in front of him (with grown hair and almost as tall as he is) is his Takeru.

Then, as he tries to carry his heavy 20-kilogram suitcase up the stairs and Takeru rummages through his backpack for gifts, Oikawa-san speaks.

"Oh, by the way, Tooru, there's a package for you in your room" She smiles warmly, the signs of expression accentuating as her big eyes narrow.

"I didn't order anything" He growls through his teeth from the third step where he still stands, totally focused on pulling his damn suitcase (at the base of the stairs yet) up with both arms.

"It's from Hajime-kun" But those five words immediately stiffen him, causing him to drop his suitcase suddenly and run upstairs, nearly tripping over his own feet with his mother's laughter in the background and Takeru's disgusted groan as he pricks his hands on the melted chocolate he finds in the backpack pocket.

He stumbles open the door, barely pausing at the tingle of nostalgia as his eyes fall on the box on his desk. Oikawa's heart races and his lips curl into a tender smile before he sits back in his chair, which creaks subtly.

Tooru's fingers tremble as he delicately tears the wrapping paper (it's dark blue, adorned with countless stamped Saturns) and blinks in surprise as it reveals a lego cherry blossom tree set. And there's a note stuck to the back, with kanji written in thick, slanted strokes that Oikawa would recognize even with an aging brain. A wet laugh escapes him as he reads the note, his eyes misty and as full of love as the first day.

i'll stop loving you the day these flowers wilt

welcome home, Tooru

eternally yours,

Hajime

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