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mejigay · 8 months
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MEJIBRAY MiA is chewing on his ribcage bone
Keeping up with MEJIBRAY: The Series
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Hello to my favorite bitches, long time no see! Ready for a classic mejigay gossip sesh?
If you were anything like me, you started a Tumblr blog about visual kei very young (I've posted about vk on this blog since I was 16) and now you're an adult. MEJIBRAY broke up around 6 years ago now I think right? I am now 24, have a masters degree and planning on moving to Japan in spring. Crazy how time flies right.
Let's refresh our minds a little bit okay? Now I'm assuming you remember everything from those 6-ish years ago. The MEJIBRAY label/contract issue with Tsuzuku and Koichi, Tsuzuku's borderline disorder, the refusal to do encores during the last tour, the charcoal face paint and the result of it all which was 8p-sb. If you want a recap on that specific semi-disbandment drama there's plenty of posts that I made about it while it was happening so feel free to check it out! (keep in mind I was like 18 and very dramatic writing those posts lol) There's also this great summary from a redditor in the comment section here
The same redditor even filled me in on stuff I felt out of the loop about in their reply to the OP. I know 8p-sb is gone and Koichi does Trembling Bambi solo stuff while Genki (Tsuzuku) is a vocal coach, is in the band 30 seconds certain victory, and revives VanessA occasionally. But this has also happened:
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Yeah what the fuck Koichi? Now, I do remember starting that yakuza theory here on Tumblr back in the MEJIBRAY semi-disbanding days. I read it on tanuki and told y'all about it and got soooo much shit for it at the time lol. Looks like Koichi kind of confirmed the theory! (take that rude anons in my asks back then lmao). However, Koichi staying in the same industry he claims is rotten and run by the yakuza is definitely weird. Why talk all high and mighty while benefitting from it one may ask. Either way, for those wondering what Koichi is up to, there's your answer and an explanation to why he got backlash. About the VanessA stuff, one can conclude that our favorite duo, Genki and Koichi, doesn't seem to be that involved with each other anymore.
I would also like to take time to talk about Genki's well being, as some of you might know he has a youtube channel in Japanese. From my so-so Japanese skills I can still keep up with a lot of what he's saying. Good news, he's doing better now than the MEJIBRAY days from the looks of it. In this video he talked about how the photo from the MEJIBRAY days was him being unwell and the picture to the right is him feeling much better!
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(TW for this paragraph: self harm) In another video he talked about various topics/gave advice such as about self harm/cutting and how it annoys him when people say he shouldn't hurt the body his parents gave to him. He thinks that's an incorrect way to tell someone to stop cutting and seems in general to be very open to talk about this topic while smiling and not getting angered. So he seemed very stable, mature and content to me.
What about Meto/Yutaro? Well, he seems to be a happy chef! As for MiA... I've seen him hang out with hosts like Roland and in general seems to live that bougie life. Roland is a top host who aims for the prince vibe just like MiA, and is open about his plastic surgeries just like MiA. Now let's get into a really recent topic about Mia!
Just like me, you might still follow our MEJIBRAY boys on various social medias. And just like me, you might have seen MiA's picture where he chews a bone. "Huh, weird" you might have thought as you scrolled past it. Well here I am, resurrecting this blog once again, just to tell you that the bone is MiA's fucking ribcage bone. I ain't posting that picture, find it yourself cause it's gross.
As MiA poses in the same costumes from his MEJIBRAY days and posts them on Instagram, you'd think his life and social media posts were a bit mundane. Then, a fucking picture of him chewing a thick ass bone pops up. The bone in question was taken out during a ribcage surgery, that MiA claims was done in order for him to create a custom guitar with his BONE INFUSED into it. Yeah I know. What???
In general you could either see it as him being a massive attention hungry person, or as unhinged and putting his life in danger. Bone surgeries are very harmful and anyone with two working eyes can see his shaved jawline bone already. So adding a removed ribcage bone to that... It's dangerous.
That's it for the gossip sesh! I'm thinking of making this "Keeping up with MEJIBRAY: The series" a thing whenever I think there needs to be a big gossip update like this.
To anyone still here in the MEJIBRAY Tumblr tags and to anyone following this blog, thanks for reading all of this and I hope we can laugh at this absurdity together! <3
xoxo mejigay
(feel free to read that sign off in the gossip girl voice lmao)
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timotey · 4 months
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OMG! OMGoooooooooosh! New Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai Vs. Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko in 2024! And all the mains will be back! Inukai Atsuhiro, Yuutaro, Ito Asahi and Shiono Akihisa! Woohoo! 🥳
(Source psychodramajp on IG)
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astrowaffles · 11 months
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Gays born in pride month are double gay
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aecholapis · 1 year
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@gayryo had the wonderful idea for a Fighbird AU where Draias gets Katori's android body instead of Fighbird and this is the result.
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This guy would:
1) do anything to gain some kind of power (e.g. become a local gang/cult leader, fight people)
2) do the weirdest things imaginable just to spite Fighbird
3) have an atrocious fashion sense if one can even call it that
4) get in trouble with the authorities in his new form (it's the first thing he does)
The referenced screenshots from the anime:
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kawaii-night666 · 5 days
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KinKage
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astrosanimebirthdays · 11 months
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06/06/2023
Yutaro Kindaichi
Gemini
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eurydicees · 2 years
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the way kindaichi becomes captain…….
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silverflqmes · 3 months
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heey, i really loved your writing!! could you write a fluff where kageyama has a crush on seijouh's manager and doesn't know how to approach because of certain people (oikawa and kindaichi lol) ?
sorry if something is spelled wrong, I'm using the translator 😞❤️
lovee from Brazil!
໒⦂ 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄.
notes. first song that came to mind^ by taylor swift ( ofc ) but anyway.. hello anon! much love to you in brazil<3 i hope this drabble is too your liking, not very confident in my take on kageyama but we cope.
genre. fluff ( kinda cliché.. )
tobio kageyama x gn!reader.
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tobio wasn’t exactly what many would call, in tune with their feelings. in fact, he sucked at expressing what he felt. so much, that any emotions could easily be compared to crashing waves.
feelings surface and take the skies to great heights, only come crashing down and return to the expanse of water.
though it wasn’t completely his fault. many factors prevented him from expressing himself in a normal and understandable way. this time around, it was two students from his old junior high that stood in the way — yuutaro kindaichi, and no surprise here — tooru oikawa.. whom he didn’t have the best relationship with.
and what exactly were they blocking him from? well, his feelings towards you.
once upon a time ago, you had also attended kitagawa daiichi and have been kageyama’s crush for as long as could remember. no one could compare to you no matter how many times he tried to disregard his feelings.
now that you attended aoba johsai, he feared he might never get to tell you of his sentiments towards you.
the one opportunity he had to speak with you was during the practice match early into the school year, and at the singular opportunity he received to approach you, when he didn’t just feel like a face in a crowd.. kageyama became completely tongue tied.
like a fool he choked on his words before spouting a pathetic excuse of a greeting once kindaichi had arrived with kunimi to pull you away from him.
now, he was met with a new opportunity.. one that featured no aoba johsai, no court and zero volleyball — just the two of you, and the beach.
the raven haired setter had come with his sister for the day, saying to him that he had needed sun and a break from his cherished sport. the odds of you showing up were zero, and yet, here he was.. proven wrong once more.
miwa, upon seeing you playing blissfully in the water with a friend you had brought down to the beach with you, had of course nagged her younger brother, urging that it was fate. how often was it that you showed up to the beach at the same time as your crush without that knowledge, anyway?
still, the first year had refused to approach you. how could he when you were having so much fun? you’d freeze up completely if you had to hear another failed attempt at a confession.
despite being so close to him, you felt so far away for him. out of his league, out of reach.. and it terrified him to take those few steps in approaching you. who was to say you wanted him anyway if he spoke up? for all he knew someone else was in the picture.
there was just too much at risk, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to hear your rejection.
“tobio.. you’re gonna lose her completely with the rate you’re going at.” his older sister sighed out, draining her bottle of coke. “nobody’s here to stop or make you feel judged in any way. and i can tell you right now,” she paused, pushing her sunglasses up a bit. “you’re not getting a better opportunity than this one.”
his lips pursed together as he stole another glance at you before looking at the emptied glass bottle in his hand. “it’s pointless trying, onee-san. she came here to enjoy herself and relax — not witness an embarrassment of a confession, if i even get one out.” the words would be completely jumbled, so much that it was sure to sound illiterate. like a baby trying to get their first word out.
he wondered if he could just get his feelings across without standing there to tell you. if he could do it that way, surely the confession would get across, and it won’t have cost him his dignity.
the elder eyed the younger for a moment before letting out a hum. “if this was volleyball, surely you’d have found a way around this by now.” she spoke up before laying back in her beach chair. “facing defeat has made you too comfortable, tobio.”
his lips parted to throw back a retort before, wanting to defend what little pride he had left, but his thoughts failed him when they couldn’t form into a sentence. miwa was right, painful as it was to admit. he gave up way too easily, all because of vulnerability.
his gaze lingered on the glass in his hand for a little while longer, the sea beyond twinkling in the distant horizon.
and just like that, an idea struck him. “nee-san, do you have a paper and pen i can borrow?”
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“i’m telling you hana-chan, every conversation we’ve had just ends up in word vomit when he addresses me — considering yuutaro-kun and oikawa-senpai always intervene..” you sighed out to your friend from johzenji, pursing your lips together. “i feel bad each time we talk because of it.”
the brunette lowered her sunglasses to her face, letting out a hum. “volleyball boys do tend to hold onto their grudges, otherwise they’d be more like my team.. and they’re certainly a draining bunch.” it was like hosting a kid’s birthday party everyday when it came down to managing. “maybe you should try contacting him outside of volleyball?” she suggested, sipping on her smoothie.
your lips pursed together. “i probably should, he was a really good guy back in junior high.. despite what everyone says about his behavior with volleyball.” an awkward laugh seemed to have left your lips at the memories. “but i miss having him in my life, i just don’t know if he feels the same way..”
“what’s that?” the manager spoke up, sitting upright.
raising a brow, you turned to look at your friend. “i said i don’t know if he feels the same way..”
“no no.” misaki shook her head, pointing to the shore. “that, over there.” she corrected, lifting her shades.
you blinked at her finger, following its direction before narrowing your eyes to see what she had been referring to. the sun wasn’t quite helping your vision, in fact- whatever it was, the sun reflected it in a way that made you get up to go look for yourself.
if someone threw trash into the sea with garbage bins scattered all around the beach to maintain the cleanliness, you were seriously going to throw hands.
as you approached the shallow water, you kneeled to pick up the discarded bottle, wondering who on earth couldn’t just get off their ass and throw away a coke bottle.
but as you got a better look, you found a paper inside. at first glance it might have been a wrapper for a straw, however it wasn’t crumbled up like trash. rather — it was rolled up.
part of you thought you might have found the krabby patty secret formula somehow by its appearance. glass bottle and a note? a child would have surely thought similarly and opened it to see.
and like a kid.. curiosity got the better of you.
twisting off the cap, you flipped the bottle over to shake the letter out, eager to see what you might find. maybe even treasure — although that was farfetched.. even for you.
unraveling the message, however, you found none of the things you anticipated. in fact, you were met with very the last scenario that could have possibly crossed your mind.
dear y/n,
um.. i’m no good with words, but uh, you probably noticed that the last few times we saw each other. and i have no hope that whatever i say will be any better here.. especially with limited space, but i’m hoping that i can put my feelings into words a little easier without my pride getting in the way, awkward meetings, or our old schoolmates.
i like you, a lot.. and i have for a really long time now — since kitagawa daiichi. but i’ve just, had a hard time bringing those feelings across to you, so i never got the chance, especially when we go to different schools.
just feels like the universe doesn’t want me with you every time i try to speak up, so i decided to write them instead, hoping they get to you in this message.
if you don’t feel the same, i understand- i just hope we can remain friends, and that i haven’t made things even more awkward than they already were between us.
yours sincerely,
tobio kageyama.
shock painted your features as you read the name nine more times, scanned the contents of the letter before looking behind you.
tobio was somewhere on the beach and you hadn’t even seen him. he could have made an approach as well, but his fears, you guessed, of rejection.. told him not to.
finally, as your eyes were ready to give up the search, a sliver of blueberry caught your gaze. bingo.
“y/n?? where are you-”
“one minute, i think i saw someone i know!” you quickly intercepted hana, rising from your crouched position to run a few umbrellas down.
there was one with a duo underneath that resembled one another, and if your memory served you correctly — that was tobio and his older sister. miwa, if your memory hadn’t failed you.
the setter seemed to be his own world for a moment, filing his nails as part of his routine. even outside of the court, he still had to maintain his habits.
“tobio, i’m off to get us more drinks.” the female spoke up after looking up, smiling to herself. “be right back~”
kageyama let out a noise of agreement, only lifting his head a smidge to nod before pausing when he noticed a figure across from him — your figure.
either you just noticed him, or you had actually received the haphazard message in the bottle he had sent. and by the looks of it, it had been the latter.
“y/n..” he breathed out, lowering the filer in his hand as he watched you approach him.
the butterflies from every occasion he had encountered you this past year seemed to have returned to his stomach. was this what hinata felt before every match..?
“tobio-kun, it’s been awhile.” you smiled a little, letting out a sheepish laugh. “surprised to find you here, it almost feels like fate.. except no distractions this time for us to finally put everything out on the table.”
his heart seemed to accelerate with pace, the nerves increasing almost tenfold. rejection, he could just sense it coming. “um, well.. i already said how i feel, considering you got the letter.” he spoke up, eyeing the emptied beverage in your hands.
at his reasoning, you lifted the bottle before humming. “true, but i didn’t actually hear it from you. for all i know it could have been something of your sister’s doing.”
tobio, blushing profusely, nearly found himself barking back a response — a frequent habit of his. but as he eyed your expecting gaze, he faltered, lowering his head in defeat.
“how will i know if by saying it, i won’t just end up being made into a fool..?” he mumbled, pursing his lips together.
as you took a step closer, you gave him a knowing stare. “let me do you a better one, how are you so sure i’ll make you into a fool? you’re aware of your feelings.” you paused before pointing to yourself. “but you’re not aware of mine, it seems.”
his lips parted to retort before he froze up. “wait- your feelings? you..”
a smile returned to your lips as you sat beside him. “i like you, tobio-kun. are the feelings i read true?” you asked him, tilting your head curiously.
the color on his cheeks seemed to darken as he avoided your intent gaze for a moment before nodding. “they’re as i wrote them.. i really do like you, y/n — and i meant every word i said.. i was just scared you might’ve felt.. differently.”
“well,” you grabbed his hand, grinning brightly. “rest assured the feelings are mutual at long last!”
notes. sorry this is rushed and written in like 7382393939 different sittings.. hoping i was able to fulfill your request somewhat?? idk how in character he is.. but anyway, ty for the request anon and sorry for the very long wait ahaha.. please enjoy!
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nnnyxie · 9 months
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haikyuu various as things i’ve said to my friends
(a little tmi cause i over share w/ my besties)
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hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei, bokuto koutaro, hinata shoyo, miya atsumu, tendou satori, nishinoya yuu, sugawara koushi, tanaka saeko
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bokuto koutaro, hinata shoyo, haiba lev, hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei, nishinoya yuu, yamamoto taketora, fukunaga shouhei, inuoka sō, kindaichi yuutaro, koganegawa kanji, tendou satori, komori motoya
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tanaka saeko, yachi hitoka, shirofuku yukie, amanai kanoka, yonezawa maiko, (timeskip) hinata natsu
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saeko tanaka, yachi hitoka, yonezawa maiko
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yachi hitoka, tanaka ryunosuke, oikawa tooru, yamaguchi tadashi, yamamoto taketora, konoha akinori, tendou satori, terushima yuji, michinari akagi
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shimizu kiyoko, yachi hitoka, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi, seijoh 4, suna rintaro, daichi sawamura, ennoshita chikara, kinoshita hisashi, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro, yaku morisuke, kunimi akira, akaashi keiji, semi eita, shirabu kenjiro, kawanishi taichi, ojiro aran, miya osamu
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tanaka saeko, shirofuku yukie, suzumeda kaori, bokuto koutaro, hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsuro, haiba lev, tanaka ryunosuke, miya osamu, tendou satori
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these are the most tame messages i’ve sent
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cestcirque · 2 years
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Furudate-sensei’s little one-liners / Q&As from the final Haikyuu guidebook! Of course I must collect them all! LET’S GO!!! 😤
*AS ALWAYS I’m still learning the language and cannot guarantee complete accuracy!
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Character Comments
Oikawa Tooru: At the beginning when I drew him, I thought, “Since the manga is plain so far, let’s have a gorgeous character emerge.” But in reality he’s the most unrefined guy.
Iwaizumi Hajime: At the age of 35, if all characters were to fight, the strongest would be this guy, Sawamura, or Ennoshita.
Matsukawa Issei: All the way until the last chapter, I thought it would feel unrealistic for #1 and #2 to compete [I assume this means Mattsun won’t compete w Oikawa]. Perhaps he [Mattsun] could play the leading role in another manga.
Hanamaki Takahiro: He can live happily even though he doesn’t have a steady job, so no need to worry.
Yahaba Shigeru: The type who tries to be smooth and fails. If he simply took a more straightforward approach, I think it would work for him.
Watari Shinji: I think he absolutely grew up with animals / pets.
Kindaichi Yuutaro: A high-empathy guy. He may have hard times, but someone will always come to help when he’s in trouble since he’s such a good guy.
Kunimi Akira: This guy could be invincible if he were to do some muscle training and eat properly, but he never does.
Kyoutani Kentarou: Earnest and awkward.
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Given Name Origins
Note: This is kind of from the perspectives of the parents, since given names are like a wish for the child’s future. Will make more sense if you know what their names mean.
Oikawa Tooru: To be a persistent person / a person who pierces through.
Iwaizumi Hajime: To be constantly challenging [oneself and others].
Matsukawa Issei: To become a gentle / calm person.
Hanamaki Takahiro: He inherited one character from each of his parents’ names. […awww!!! 🥺]
Yahaba Shigeru: To become a person able to exceed.
Watari Shinji: I want him to be a friendly / intimate person.
Kindaichi Yuutaro: To have a strong heart.
Kunimi Akira: To become an outstanding person.
Kyoutani Kentarou: He inherited one character from his grandpa.
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Tiny Q&A
Q: Which character did you most enjoy drawing?
Oikawa. Because that full range of cool and uncool is amazing.
Q: Which character’s post-graduation path did you have the most trouble with?
Hanamaki. Deciding whether to make him “unemployed” or “in between jobs.”
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tavern-aa · 2 months
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Garnish - Request
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Neat - Headcannons
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Karasuno
Daichi Sawamura
Captains as Boyfriends - Neat Toddy
New Years Kiss - Neat on the Rocks
Koushi Sugawara
Pretty Setter Squad Starbucks Orders - Neat on the Rocks
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Asahi Azumane
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S/O loses a pet - Neat on the Rocks with Garnish
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New Years Kiss - Neat on the Rocks
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Ryuunosuke Tanaka
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Chikara Ennoshita
New Years Kiss - Neat on the Rocks
Tobio Kageyama
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Shouyou Hinata
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Kei Tsukishima
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Tadashi Yamaguchi
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Shimizu Kiyoko
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Hitoka Yachi
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Nekoma
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Are You Serious? - Aperitif on the Rocks
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Goth Boyfriend - Neat Premium with Garnish
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Kenma Kozume
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Morisuke Yaku
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Yuki Shibayama
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Lev Haiba
S/O loses a pet - Neat on the Rocks with Garnish
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Inuoka Sou
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Aoba Johsai
Tooru Oikawa
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Issei Mattsukawa
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Hajime Iwaizumi
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Kentarou Kyotani
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Akira Kunimi
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Yuutaro Kindaichi
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Fukurodani
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Keiji Akaashi
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Shiratorizawa
Wakatoshi Ushijima
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Satori Tendou
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Eita Semi
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Kenjirou Shirabu
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Yamagata Hayato
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Misc Others
Kenji Futakuchi
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Takanobu Aone
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Atsumu Miya
Pretty Setter Squad Starbucks Orders - Neat on the Rocks
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Osamu Miya
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Kiyoomi Sakusa
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Shinsuke Kita
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Rintarou Suna
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Motoya Komori
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pearlsephoni · 8 months
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At the End of the Sun, Ch 28: Once Again
Can also be read on AO3!
Rating: T; Fic: E
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata); Iwaoi (Iwaizumi/Oikawa)
Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Yuutaro Kindaichi, Takahiro Hanamaki
Word Count: Chapter: 6.1k; Whole Work: 160k
Summary: Oikawa is convinced to offer Shoyo one last chance to make things right.
A/N: Originally published on AO3 on August 26th, and beta'd by @/r0mantic-era. Further author's note can be found on AO3.
The silence that fell was suffocating in its totality. It only lasted a few heartbeats, but Shoyo still felt pinned to the floor even though Oikawa no longer held him down.
Then, a single, heartbreaking sob tore free as Oikawa scrambled to his feet and rushed to where Iwaizumi stood, just steps from the closed entrance to the hall. He only slowed when he was just out of arm’s reach, taking careful, nervous steps towards the ghost of his lover. His hand shuddered between them, until finally, his fingertips brushed the rough material of Iwaizumi’s yukata. His gasp quivered through the silence when he was able to press his hand to Iwaizumi’s chest.
All at once, Oikawa dissolved into tears as he threw himself into Iwaizumi’s arms, nearly sending the spirit stumbling backwards from the force of the embrace. “Careful,” Iwaizumi chuckled softly, only audible thanks to the silent disbelief of their audience.
“Shut up and hold me,” Oikawa sniffled into his hair.
Iwaizumi’s shaky smile slid off of his face, and his arms tightened around Oikawa. He didn’t cry, but Shoyo saw his lip tremble before he buried his face into Oikawa’s shoulder. Iwaizumi was the slightest bit shorter than Oikawa, a detail that might have made Shoyo smile if he hadn’t been petrified from shock and fear.
They didn’t say anything, just stood and held each other, rocking ever-so-slightly on their feet as though cradling each other to sleep. When Oikawa spoke again, his voice was so soft, it seemed to slip through the cracks in the silence rather than break it. “How?”
“Hm?”
“How are you here? How am I holding you?” Oikawa peeled himself away just enough to look Iwaizumi in the eye. Even that tiny bit of distance seemed to pain him. “Is…is this a dream? Ow! Why?!”
“Now you know you’re not dreaming,” Iwaizumi huffed with a smirk, hand rubbing soothing circles where he had pinched Oikawa’s waist.
“Then how are you here?! I…I cremated you, I saw you die, you died in my arms, it’s been six years, Iwa—”
“I know,” Iwaizumi hushed him. He pressed their foreheads together and cupped Oikawa’s cheeks in the gentlest cradle, thumbs brushing over the arch of his cheekbones. “I’m sorry.”
“You better be.” Oikawa’s petulant pout melted into wide-eyed awe when he pulled back to properly look at Iwaizumi, fingers tracing over his features with a gentle touch that was viscerally familiar to Shoyo. “You look the same.”
“Yeah…”
“Six years, and you look the same.”
“Of course I do, stupid. I can’t age.” Oikawa’s face crumpled at the frank statement, and Iwaizumi’s guilt was clear in his hurried words. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“How are you here, Hajime?”
Iwaizumi didn’t answer for a moment, just cradled Oikawa’s face and gazed into his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “I’m here because I’m trapped. I can’t move on.”
“What…? Why?”
“Tooru…why did you curse Kageyama?”
It was unsettling, how quickly Oikawa’s features shuttered off at the name. His eyes flickered to where Tobio was creeping across the floor to reach Shoyo, but shot back to Iwaizumi as though drawn by magnets. “For you,” he murmured. “He killed you, Iwa. He had to pay.”
“Right…for me. How long have we…how long did we know each other?”
Oikawa flinched, though whether from the disapproving tone of Iwaizumi’s voice or his use of past tense, it was hard to tell. “...For as long as I can remember.”
“What did I ever do to make you think I’d want this?”
For a moment, it seemed as though Oikawa’s only answer would be to burrow into Iwaizumi’s shoulder, shielding himself from the eyes of the room and the disapproval of his love. But then, there came a quiet murmur, too soft for Shoyo to hear. It didn’t matter—Iwaizumi’s soft, fond scoff was enough for him to guess what Oikawa said. “Right…you did this for yourself. I get it, I do. I don't know what I would’ve done if I lost you. But you did it in my name, and it’s not right.” He slowly, but firmly, guided Oikawa’s face away from his shoulder, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Let them go. I can’t move on if you don’t let them go.”
“Then don’t,” Oikawa pleaded, “don’t go, Iwa, I won’t let the princeling go, and you can stay! We could have forever with each other, and I won’t have to…I can’t…I don’t know…I…”
“Tooru—!”
“I don’t know how to survive a world without you!” Oikawa choked out a breath before dissolving into tears again. “You can’t ask that of me. Could you do it?”
“I don’t know.” The words were quiet, steady. “Can I be honest?”
“Always.”
“In a way, I feel lucky. I’m lucky that I died first, so I wouldn’t have to grieve for you.”
“Then don’t ask me to do the same!”
“You have to!” Iwaizumi’s voice suddenly became firm and unbending, a sharp contrast to the hands that held Oikawa’s face. “Listen to me, Tooru. You have always been the stronger one of us. You can move past this, I know you can. You’ve already lasted six years without me.”
“I shouldn’t have had to! We should’ve had longer! It’s all that brat’s fault that we don’t, and now you want me to let him go?!”
“All the magic and power in the world couldn’t protect us from bad luck. That’s all this is. He took my life without knowing what he was doing. It was an awful accident, but you can’t take his life in return, not like this. Not on purpose. You’ve already taken six years from him. He almost did what should have been impossible. Let that be enough. Let him go.”
Oikawa didn’t say anything. Instead, his head fell forward until he could lean his forehead against Iwaizumi’s and breathe the same air as him. Shoyo didn’t move, didn’t dare to. He clung to Tobio’s hand, taking comfort in his gentle squeeze to ground himself.
“There’s been a hole in my chest since you died,” Oikawa finally breathed, almost too quiet for Shoyo to hear, “right where my heart should be.”
“Quit being so dramatic,” Iwaizumi scoffed, as though his breaths weren’t shaky from tears.
“It’s true! I’m not…whole without you.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You’ll heal, your heart will heal, just like any other wound.” After a sigh, Iwaizumi murmured, “I lost my life, and I’m sorry, Tooru, I’m sorry I left you—”
“Don’t apologize, Iwa, please—”
“—but you can’t lose your life, too. Six years, Tooru. Six years of your life and Kageyama’s. Let that be enough. Let them go, let me go. You won’t be alone. The others want to help you. It doesn’t have to be a new life, just continue growing this one. Please…” Oikawa shook his head, his hair dragging across Iwaizumi’s forehead. “…Please, my heart.”
A small sob fell from Oikawa’s lips. The heartbreaking sound hung in the room, balancing on the choked-up silence of everyone witnessing the painful reunion. And then, in a broken, nearly-inaudible voice, Oikawa whispered, “It’s not up to me.”
Iwaizumi fell suddenly, dangerously still. “...What do you mean?”
“The curse isn’t up to me anymore. It’s still in place because of the lack of trust between them. It can only be truly broken if they can prove that trust is there.”
No. Horror slipped through Shoyo’s veins and turned them to ice, and when he looked at Tobio, he found the same horror. Prove their trust? How? The curse was set so that only a year without seeing Tobio’s face would prove the depth of Shoyo’s trust in him. How on earth could they possibly attempt that again, now that he knew what Tobio looked like? Would Shoyo’s memories need to be wiped? Would Tobio be turned back into a wolf? What would happen to him, if he was cursed again while the former’s effects still lingered in his poor body?
“Then…what do they have to do?” Iwaizumi voiced the question echoing in Shoyo’s mind.
Oikawa opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. His eyes danced over Iwaizumi’s features, soaking them in with a hunger that reminded Shoyo of his own first glimpse at Tobio’s face. “If…if they break the curse and I let them go,” he finally murmured, “then…then will you move on?”
Iwaizumi’s shoulders stiffened. “...Yes. That’s the hope.”
Oikawa took another beat to answer. “You really won’t stay?”
“Tooru, don’t.” Iwaizumi shifted to pull his hands away, only for Oikawa to catch them and keep them pressed to his cheeks. “Let me go.”
“Didn’t you miss me?” Oikawa pleaded, fingers tightening around Iwaizumi’s hands. “Didn’t you miss me when you were wandering this island as a ghost?”
“Of course I did, idiot.”
“Then stay with me! I’ll heal, and you’ll be with me, and it can be like before—”
“No, it can’t,” Iwaizumi said. His voice brooked no argument, but immediately softened when Oikawa’s lip trembled. “The past six years…I’ve been a ghost, Tooru. Dead, but still trapped here. Stuck in a limbo, always the same, while the world kept changing around me. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t let myself come back here and risk anyone seeing me…I couldn’t even touch anything for the first year, not until you finally cremated me. If I stay…I will watch you grow and change, but I will be the same, stuck the way I was when that arrow pierced my heart. You can’t ask me to do that, Tooru. It’s not fair to me, to us.”
His thumb brushed the damp lashes clumping dark along Oikawa’s eye. “I’d rather move on to the next stage and pass the time there until you join me. I’ll wait however long it takes. And it better take a long time. If I see you before twenty years have passed, I’ll kick your ass so hard, you’ll be sent back to your body and wake up from the dead, got it?”
“Geez, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said with a wet laugh, “your threats got more creative as a ghost, huh?”
“Yeah. Just for you.” Iwaizumi’s smile melted into a solemn expression and wide eyes. “So? Will you let them try?”
Oikawa leaned down to rest their foreheads together again as he kept holding on tight to Iwaizumi’s hands. He took a slow, deep breath…and nodded. Relief flooded Shoyo, sweet and overwhelming and unshakable, even under the tired glare the sorcerer pinned on him and Tobio. “You failed to break the curse because of a lack of trust. Find a way to prove it’s there.”
Tobio’s fingers tightened around Shoyo’s, so tight it almost hurt, but his voice was steady when he said, “Yes, sir. Thank you…for the second chance.”
An instinctive sneer curled over Oikawa’s lips, only to fall away when he looked at Iwaizumi again. “I’m not doing it for you. Kindaichi, take them back to his room.”
Kindaichi jolted, as though coming back to himself, before dipping into a bow. “Yes, sir. Um…follow me, please.”
As Shoyo and Tobio slowly rose to their feet, Matsukawa caught Kindaichi by the arm and leaned in to murmur something to him. Kindaichi’s eyes widened, but he nodded, mouth a shaky line. When they left the throne room, Oikawa and Iwaizumi finally looked around at Matsukawa, and Shoyo only caught a glimpse of Matsukawa moving towards Iwaizumi before the wood panels shut behind them.
Tobio was silent on the way to his room, which wasn’t strange. What was strange was the knowledge that he was silent because he was thinking. So Shoyo matched his silence, only distracting him with the pressure of their fingers woven together.
“Food will be brought to you later,” Kindaichi said as he let them back into Tobio’s room, “and I don’t think you’ll have to do your rounds today. Should I bring Kunimi to look at anything?”
Shoyo shook his head, holding his tongue until Kindaichi’s footsteps faded down the hallway and left them truly alone in Tobio’s room. “What do we do?” he finally burst out, pulling Tobio with him to sit on the floor. “How do we prove our trust?”
“I have an idea,” Tobio murmured, “but you’re not going to like it.”
Shoyo blinked. “What? Why not? What’s the idea?”
“I…I don’t think I should tell you.”
“Why?!”
“Because of trust, dumbass! If we’re going to prove anything, I need you to do what I say when I ask you, okay?”
Shoyo scowled—he hated having secrets kept from him, hated it even more when the withheld information was the key to something so important. But Tobio just frowned back, an immovable object to Shoyo’s unstoppable force, and eventually Shoyo could only huff and grumble, “Why even bring it up if you’re not gonna tell me anything?”
“So then you won’t waste too much energy on thinking.”
“Hey!”
Tobio’s frown melted into a smile, a soft, slight little thing, and Shoyo’s annoyance drained away just as smoothly. He fiddled absentmindedly with Tobio’s hand, an outlet for his nerves as he asked, “Should we…should we tell him? That you have an idea?”
Tobio shook his head, catching Shoyo’s restless fingers with a firm pressure that Shoyo knew was meant to steady both of them. “Not yet. I think…I don’t think Iwaizumi-san will leave Oikawa-san until he lets us go. So…let them have some extra time. We can say something when they bring us some food.”
“Don’t you want to go home?”
The weight of Tobio’s silence unnerved him, and the feeling worsened when dark blue eyes slowly raised to his and revealed a nervousness ill-suited for a homecoming. “I…I want you to go home,” he said slowly, choosing every word with care, “and I want to go with you. But…I don’t know what my home is like anymore. I don’t know how anyone will react, if…if anyone will be happy to see me. It doesn’t…feel like home anymore, not like…”
“Not like…?”
Tobio brought their joined hands up and pressed his lips to the back of Shoyo’s hand. “Not like ours,” he breathed into his skin.
Shoyo’s heart skipped a beat, then swelled with love and pity and anger for the man curling into himself in front of him. Of course he was scared to go home. It had been six years.
“I’ll be there,” he hissed, crawling forward until he could nudge their noses together. “We’ll make it feel like home together, I promise. And I know, I know your grandfather will be so happy to see you. How could he not be?”
“He thinks I died, Sho. And now he’s going to think I ran away from home or something.”
“So tell him what happened! He’ll listen to you, he’ll hear you out, just like he heard me out when I had to leave to live with you.” A puff of air washed over his face, before he was grabbed into a hug with Tobio’s face buried into his shoulder. “I’m a samurai of the Kageyama clan, sworn to protect the daimyo and his family,” Shoyo whispered, stroking his fingers through Tobio’s hair, “and that includes you, Tobio. I’ll stay by your side through anything.”
“I know,” Tobio said, words muffled in Shoyo’s shoulder. “Me, too.”
All the giddy joy of last night’s reunion was drained away by the tumultuous ebb and flow of Oikawa’s rage and Iwaizumi’s reappearance, leaving an ache deep in Shoyo’s chest. Tobio was right back to making himself small under his fear and guilt, and Shoyo hated it. But what could he do? What could he say? It was his fault Tobio was in this situation.
“I love you,” Shoyo decided to say, mouthing the words into the soft hair at Tobio’s temple. He didn’t feel rejected by the way Tobio’s shoulders stiffened beneath his arms. He knew that was his way of pushing against the instinctive belief that he wasn’t worthy of that love. It just meant Shoyo would have to keep working to make him believe otherwise.
Tobio tightened his arms around his waist and pulled him into his lap, keeping his face buried in his shoulder the entire time. “I love you, too,” he eventually murmured, “I…Sho, I…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m…I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.”
“Never.” Shoyo held on even tighter, until he wasn’t sure if the heartbeat he felt was his own or Tobio’s. “You’re stuck with me, Tobi. Not even magical storms or shrouds could keep me away from you.”
“Yeah…stubborn dumbass.”
“Jerk,” Shoyo laughed, softening the taunt with another kiss to Tobio’s hair. He wanted to sink into the love settling over his nerves and easing the tremble of his fingers, but doubt pricked at him. “Tobio…you know I trust you, right?”
Silence met his question, broken by a soft sigh. “We’ll find out tomorrow, right?”
The lack of a firm answer stung, but it wasn’t unfair. Sure, the fact that Shoyo had come this far for him was a sign of his love and devotion. But no amount of insistence would change the fact that he’d broken Tobio’s trust the moment he lit the candle. It was a mistake that nearly ruined Tobio’s life twice over. Of course he would need something tangible to prove otherwise. “What about my love for you?”
This time, he earned a huff of laughter and the feeling of Tobio’s nose nuzzling into the curve of his neck. “Of course I know it,” he mumbled into Shoyo’s skin. “I love you, too, dumbass.”
“Good.” Shoyo’s arms tightened, only to immediately loosen at Tobio’s pained gasp. “What? What happened?!”
“The burns.” Tobio leaned away just enough to loosen his robes and frown at the three sunken burns on the strong swell of his chest. “They still hurt.”
“How?”
“I dunno. Aren’t you the healer’s son?”
“This isn’t normal,” Shoyo muttered, ignoring the taunt to peer at the burns. They were still perfect circles, still raw and red, still emitted a heat when Shoyo brushed his fingers around the flushed area. “This must be Oikawa’s magic. That’s why the wax burned you like this. Maybe it’s keeping you from healing, too.”
“Oikawa?!”
“Yeah.” Shoyo met Tobio’s eyes, and nearly shuddered at the stunned anger burning in their midnight depths. It was only the second time he’d seen him truly show anger at the sorcerer. “He gave the candle to my mom.”
“That…that bastard. He set us up.”
“Hey.” Shoyo caught Tobio’s face and forced him to hold their eye contact, waiting for his anger to ebb away before continuing, “Yes, the candle was unfair. But it’s still my fault that I lit it, and today we’re going to fix it, right?”
Tobio’s nod was slow. “…Right.”
Shoyo’s eyes wandered back to the burns, guilt crawling up his throat until he felt sick. “I’m sorry,” he whispered brokenly. “I’m so sorry I hurt you like that.”
“Hey. Don’t apologize.” Tobio gently pulled his hand away from the burns. “You’ve gotten hurt, too. We’ll fix it. All of it. But you have to listen to me, okay?”
Shoyo wasn’t familiar with the shifting emotions of Tobio’s human features, but he could still tell that the entreaty in his dark blue eyes didn’t quite belong there. What on earth would he ask him to do, if he was this nervous about Shoyo’s response? “...Okay.”
“Okay…good.”
With that, Tobio burrowed back into him, reminding Shoyo of the way Natsu would burrow into her plush rabbit. He fought valiantly against the laugh rising to his lips when he offered, “Hey…should we get the futon out? Do you want to sleep?”
“No. I wanna stay like this.”
“Then your legs will fall asleep.”
“Don’t care.”
“You will later!”
“Quit nagging and hold me back, dumbass!”
“Spirits…,” Shoyo huffed, as though he weren’t already holding him tight around his shoulders. “Yes, Your Grace.”
Tobio did eventually let Shoyo go, but only because Kindaichi arrived with food. After they finished eating, Shoyo mentioned needing to change the wrappings on his arms, and when Kindaichi returned to take away the dishes, Tobio was partway through wrapping clean bandages around Shoyo’s wrists. “Oh. I thought you didn’t need any healing.”
“This isn’t healing,” Shoyo answered Kindaichi, though his eyes stayed fixed on the adorable pout of concentration Tobio wore as he carefully secured the wrappings on his right wrist. “I just needed to clean these.”
“Ah. Well…I’ll just…take these, then.” “Thanks!” Shoyo kept watching Tobio, his own lips curving into a frown when he didn’t add anything. “...Tobio.”
“What?”
“Your idea.”
Tobio’s single-minded concentration shifted into realization, then urgency. “Oh! Right, we wanted to see Oikawa-san again.”
Kindaichi blinked, suspicion creasing his features. “Really? You already have an idea?”
“We do.”
“...Alright.”
The walk back to the great hall was terribly familiar now. With Tobio at his side, Shoyo felt a particular sense of deja vu, and he reached for Tobio’s hand without really thinking about it. He just…needed the reassuring pressure of their fingers woven together.
Kindaichi paused once they reached the throne room, hands hovering over the panels in an echo of that morning. “...Are you sure about this?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at the couple. Some anger still lingered in his eyes, but there was also genuine worry, especially when his eyes rested on Tobio.
That was right. He had mentioned feeling some sympathy for the cursed heir. But the worry Shoyo saw now went beyond simple sympathy. “Yes,” Tobio answered softly. “Could…could you get the candle, as well? If Oikawa-san has it?”
Kindaichi took a slow breath, and then, with a nod in return, he slid the doors open, slipping inside and leaving Shoyo and Tobio alone.
“Tobio,” Shoyo whispered, squeezing Tobio’s hand when he saw fear on his face, “it doesn’t matter if this doesn’t work. I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you.”
“Dumbass, aren’t you supposed to be encouraging me?” Tobio huffed, a small smile cracking through his fear.
“I am encouraging!”
“Uh-huh.”
Tobio didn’t get a chance to tease Shoyo any more before the panels clacked open again. They both froze when, instead of Kindaichi, they found Iwaizumi standing in the entrance. “I hope you two have a good idea,” he said, his small smile gentling his words, “because Oikawa is not happy with being interrupted.”
“Iwa-chan, stop plotting with the enemy and get back here.”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes but still obeyed, leading Shoyo and Tobio into the throne room and rejoining Oikawa at the dais. Hanamaki and Matsukawa flanked the kyosoku, a few steps in front of where silent guards usually stood. To Shoyo’s surprise, Oikawa sat at the edge of the dias instead of at his armrest. It wasn’t until he stood and grabbed at Iwaizumi’s hand that Shoyo realized: there wasn’t space for two people at the kyosoku, nor on the cushion next to it. Of course Oikawa would lower himself to be next to the late love of his life.
“Well, Tobio-chan,” the sorcerer sniffed, lip curling around the mocking nickname, “what grand idea couldn’t even wait a day? And what, precisely, do you need with my candle? Fancying another burn?”
“Oi, Shitty-kawa.”
“What?! You saw his burns!”
“Not…not really,” Tobio quietly interjected. He didn’t look at Shoyo, as though he could feel the weight of his confused gaze. “I do need to light it again.”
Oikawa frowned but he picked up the candle and its dish and tossed them to their feet, so that Tobio had to crouch to retrieve them. “I expect your little samurai has a striker of some sort.”
Shoyo’s shoulders shot up to his ears when the attention of everyone in the room turned on him. “Uh. Yes, yeah, I do.”
“Okay.” Tobio lowered himself to the tatami mats and fit the candle onto its holder. He waited quietly as Shoyo dug out his striker from his pack and only offered a nod when Shoyo looked at him for guidance.
It was easy enough to light the candle, despite his hands trembling—he couldn’t shake the memory of the first and last time he’d lit this candle. “Okay,” he said once a flame flickered on the candle. “Now what?”
“Let it melt a bit.”
“Must we be here for the full process?” Oikawa drawled. He flopped back onto the edge of the dias, his boredom breaking only to offer a sweet grin at Iwaizumi’s exasperation. “Aw, you missed this, Iwa-chan. Admit it.”
“Dunno why I did,” Iwaizumi sighed, words mismatched with the way he lowered himself to Oikawa’s side and let him loop their arms together. There was an undercurrent of melancholy in their bickering, as if they knew this chance at normalcy would be short-lived.
“Princeling, what is the point of all this?”
“You told us to prove our trust,” Tobio said shortly, “and we can’t do that if I explain too much.”
Melted wax slowly dripped down the candle, eventually pooling in the dish the way it had when Shoyo accidentally burned Tobio with it. “Is this enough?”
“I think so.” Tobio looked up from the candle, and a shudder ran up Shoyo’s spine when their eyes met and he saw stony determination in those dark depths. “You have to listen to me, Sho.”
“I know.”
“You won’t like this.”
“O…kay? What do I need to do?”
“You have to pour it on me.”
“What?!” Shoyo was distantly aware of a sucked-in breath and some shuffles from the others in the room, but all his attention was narrowed in on Tobio’s impassive features.
“You have to pour it over my burns.”
“No! Why?! It’ll hurt you, I can’t— not again—”
“Shoyo.” Steady hands held Shoyo’s shaking hands. “You said you trust me.”
“I do, but—!”
“So trust me. Listen to me.”
“What if I hurt you again?”
“This is my idea,” Tobio reassured him. “If I get hurt, then it’s my own fault. Do it, Sho. Please. And when you start, you can’t stop until I tell you to, alright?”
The trembling of Shoyo’s hands worsened as he reached for the dish and lifted it, slow with dread. Familiar fingers settled around his wrist, holding him steady as he positioned it to pour over the three burns. “Are…are you ready?” Shoyo asked, voice hoarse in his dry throat.
Tobio slowly let go, leaving Shoyo to pour the wax on his own. “Yes.”
He sucked in a deep breath and slowly, carefully tilted the dish. Watching the wax slip out of the dish and onto Tobio’s skin felt like being trapped in a terrible flashback, a haunting nightmare. Then, Tobio groaned, and the reality became worse than the memory. Shoyo’s hand jerked, instinct telling him to right the dish and stop the flow of wax, but he caught himself just in time. “Tobio—”
“Don’t stop,” he grunted, eyes screwed shut against the pain. The fingers around Shoyo’s wrist started shaking, a tiny, almost-unnoticeable tremor, but it was enough for guilt to weigh heavy in his gut. He was hurting him, he was hurting him, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Tobio didn’t say anything, didn’t tell him to stop pouring, letting the burns be covered in a thick layer of wax that was already drying solid on his skin. Curiously, the wax didn’t burn him further. It just settled on him, pulling his skin tight as it dried. “Tell me to stop,” Shoyo whispered, “please, Tobio, end this.”
Tobio stayed silent, holding his breath until he finally gasped, “Stop.”
Shoyo jerked his hand back, blew out the flame, and abandoned the candle in favor of cupping Tobio’s face. “You idiot,” he hissed, brushing sweaty bangs out of Tobio’s unfocused eyes. “What was that supposed to prove? That I’ll hurt you on command?”
Uneasiness churned in his stomach when the only response he got were slow, dazed blinks. When Tobio eventually spoke, his words nearly slurred together. “Wipe it off.”
“What?”
“The wax. Wipe it away.”
Shoyo’s tongue burned with all of the questions he wanted to demand answers to, but Tobio looked like he could barely stay seated upright. He moved easily with Shoyo’s guiding hands to lay down on the mats, before Shoyo ripped a bit of fabric from the bottom of his torn-up kosode and dug out his waterskin. “Stay awake, you jerk,” he huffed under his breath, wetting the scrap and beginning to ever-so-carefully wipe away the wax. It was slow work, thanks to the wax needing to be soaked through before being wiped off. But bit by bit, the blue wax lifted from Tobio’s skin, and bit by bit, Shoyo’s eyes widened from what he saw.
At first he wasn’t sure if he was seeing correctly, but it quickly became unmistakable: the three burns were nowhere to be seen. It was as though those small, raw, perfectly-round circles had never been there, leaving smooth, pale skin beneath the wax. “How?” he gasped.
Tobio painstakingly raised himself to his elbows and stared down at his chest. “Oh…it worked.”
“‘Oh’? What do you mean, ‘oh’?!” Shoyo demanded. “What happened to the burns?!”
“The curse…” Shoyo and Tobio’s heads turned in unison to look at Oikawa, who stared at Tobio’s chest in disbelief. “Those burns were caused by your failure to break the curse. If they’re gone, then…”
“We broke it.” Tobio’s eyes were much more alert when they met Shoyo’s, and a smile—a beautiful, relieved, hesitant smile—began to inch across his face. “We did it, Sho. You trusted me.”
Shoyo’s stare swung from Tobio, to his chest, to a smiling Iwaizumi, and finally, Oikawa, who looked like he might make lightning strike the throne room itself. “Is it true?” Shoyo whispered. “Is the curse broken?”
There was a tense beat where Shoyo thought Oikawa would refuse outright. But instead, the sorcerer turned to Iwaizumi and grabbed his hands. The shifter’s surprise hardened into a frown. “Don’t you dare—”
“One night,” Oikawa pleaded, clinging to Iwaizumi’s hands. “If I let them go and do what you asked, then give me that. Give me one night with you, please.” When Iwaizumi didn’t answer immediately, Oikawa leant in to brush their noses together, still holding tight to his hands. “Please, Hajime. I won’t…I won’t ask you to stay forever. Just one more night, please.”
Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched almost as tight as his eyes were squeezed shut. “…Fine,” he breathed, “but only if you let them go.”
“Fine,” Oikawa echoed. He darted in for a quick kiss, a bittersweet smile curving his lips when Iwaizumi grunted, “Oi!” in protest. The smile was gone when he shoved himself to his feet, swept to Tobio’s side, and crouched down to hold the blue stone still hanging around his neck by a leather strap.
A dull glow began to emit from the stone, pulsing like a heartbeat, only to die back down to a still, blue darkness. Oikawa’s fingers tightened around the stone before he abruptly tugged at it, yanking it from Tobio’s neck and sending the heir sprawling backwards to the floor.
“It’s done,” Oikawa said, his voice dull. He coiled the leather strap over the stone in the palm of his hand, as though he were going to tuck it into the pouch hanging off his obi. Suddenly, the ends of the leather sparked, and bright orange embers burned through the strap like a dwindling incense stick. It even burned through the stone, leaving a small pile of ash in Oikawa’s hand. “Go.”
He ignored the pairs of wide eyes that followed him back to the dais, where Iwaizumi awaited him with a small, sad smile and an outstretched hand. “W…what?” Tobio finally said, voice hoarse with disbelief.
“Go!” Oikawa snapped. Even though he was facing his throne, the tension in his shoulders still radiated anger and grief. “Leave! And don’t ever show your faces on this island again. There are always new curses to be placed.”
Shoyo needed no further encouragement. He gathered up his things and urged Tobio to his feet, ready to dip into a final bow and dash out of the castle. But when he pulled Tobio off the floor, the heir slipped his hand away and reached for the talisman instead. “Can we give this back?” he murmured.
“Oh. Um…yeah, of course,” Shoyo stammered, “if…if Oikawa-san will take it.”
With that, Tobio reached into Shoyo’s robes and carefully untied the talisman from around him, letting it fall into his hand with a silken, whispering rustle. Shoyo watched with his heart in his throat as the love of his life slowly approached the man who hated him most in the world, the man who he’d robbed of a lover and who in turn had robbed him of six years. He lowered himself to his knees and bent forward until his forehead brushed the tatami floor. An hush fell over the room at the sight—heirs of daimyos weren’t meant to offer a dogeza to anyone but their own daimyo, and certainly not their enemy.
“Please accept this,” Tobio said, “and accept our gratitude for your mercy. I…I know you won’t forgive me, but—”
“There’s nothing to forgive.” Tobio’s head lifted at the interruption. Iwaizumi grinned down at him and crouched to take the talisman. “You made a mistake, a terrible mistake,” he told the younger man, “and you have paid more consequences than you should have. Go, live your life, and…and maybe one day, you might even begin to forget about all of this.” He looked up at Shoyo, his grin broadening into a smile that shook with gratitude. “Thank you, Hinata. Those words don’t feel like enough, but thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Shoyo murmured, bending into a deep bow, “and thank you for helping me.”
When he straightened, Iwaizumi still smiled, but as their eyes met, he lifted his chin in a gesture to the panels behind Shoyo. “Go.”
It was all so sudden, and somehow not fast enough. Shoyo’s lip trembled as he bowed to Matsukawa and Hanamaki, who responded with smiles of their own, and then to Kindaichi, who bowed back.
Through it all, Tobio kneeled, gazing up at Oikawa’s back. Shoyo shouldered their things and crouched at his side, rubbing a soothing hand between his shoulders. “Tobio…let’s go.”
With a deep, shaky breath, Tobio nodded and let Shoyo help him to his feet again. But before they turned away, Shoyo looked at Oikawa, at his stiff posture and pretty hair, and murmured, “Thank you. I…I think you have a good heart, and I know it will heal. I hope…you can find some happiness then.”
He didn’t get a response beyond a sucked-in breath, and he didn’t expect more. He just let Tobio weave their fingers together and lead the way out of the throne room. The weight of everyone’s eyes rested on his back as they walked, but as the wood panels closed behind them, Shoyo shuddered from a prickle down his neck and whirled back around.
There, through the closing gap between the dark wood, Oikawa watched them with shadowed eyes and thin lips. The clack of the panels finally closing underlined the shiver that slid up Shoyo’s spine.
“Shoyo?”
“Sorry!” he gasped, whirling back to Tobio. “Sorry, I just…I felt…” Concern glittered in those dark eyes, making guilt chase off the unsettling weight in Shoyo’s stomach. “Nothing,” he decided, tugging lightly at Tobio’s hand. “Let’s go, Tobio.”
Tobio gave a mute nod and let Shoyo lead the way through the halls. When Shoyo looked back at him, Tobio was taking in the castle surrounding them, brows furrowed with nerves and frustration. “Hey.” Dark blue eyes snapped to Shoyo. “What’s wrong?”
“Just…” Tobio stared down the stairs that awaited them. “I can’t believe it. I…I can’t believe it’s over. I can go home. It’s really over.”
“It’s really over,” Shoyo confirmed. He took Tobio’s hands in his, smiling when their eyes met again. “We did it, Tobio. The curse is broken. I came here to take you home, and now it’s happening. We can go home!”
Tobio’s breaths slowly steadied, and his hands stopped trembling in Shoyo’s. “Sho…”
“Yeah?”
Tobio’s hands slid out of his and cupped his cheeks to pull him into a kiss. It was chaste but slow, and when they parted, their lips clung like drawn syrup. His eyes fluttered open to find Tobio watching him with the softest, fondest smile on his lips and not a trace of uncertainty in his eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Shoyo said, unashamed of the catch in his voice. “Let’s go home?”
“Yeah. Take me home.”
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AWESOME!!
In the future if you ever make a ko-fi (I think that’s what it’s called) or anything that allows me to donate best believe imma DO IT!!!
And as for the pet boy, if you can, some petboy!kindaichi yuutaro + owner reader would be nice 🙏😭 there’s barely and content for my boy - 🌙
great dane!kindaichi x owner!reader NSFW
a/n: truthfully, i have never written kindaichi before so i wasn’t sure ab him being a puppy or kitty personality wise, but hey that’s what the personality section of fandom wiki is for 😌 im sorry if his characterization is a little off but i hope you enjoy anyway 🌙 anon! -eden<3
tw/cw: hybrid, fem!reader, little bit if himbo!kindaichi, manhandling, praise (lots), breeding if you squint, cockwarming, unprotected sex
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your puppy kindaichi is one of your greatest joys in life. he’s big and clumsy and oh so precious. not to mention how adorably playful and sweet he is. such a good boy, always so respectful and always listens. however, your good boy is currently pouting on the large bed that you share.
one thing that you have learned over the years is that kindaichi is very competitive and sensitive. which is not a great combination when he loses whatever competition he thinks he’s having. for example, he whole-heartedly believes that he and the neighbors dog are in a race for who gets to the dog park first every saturday. on the days he “wins” he’s very happy, extra playful, and proud. in the days he “loses” he basically sits at your legs the entire time you’re at the park, staring at you with big puppy eyes wanting to be pet and praised.
which brings you to your current predicament. you had invited some friends over earlier, one of which asked if they could bring a friend along. and of course you said yes, it was a large get together after all, one more person wouldn’t be a problem. but this person was a problem. just not for the reason you were thinking.
as previously mentioned, kindaichi is a very respectful boy. he always greets your friends and politely declines if he doesn’t want to be pet, and all of your friends know not to push him lest they face your wrath. but the moment this new guy walked in the door kindaichi tensed. you could there was just something about him he didn’t like. when the man tried to pet kindaichi who was seated in the floor at the time, your puppy politely said “no thank you” but the man reached to pet him anyway. which instigated the first problem of the night, kindaichi snapping at the man’s hand. now you of course don’t blame your puppy, but the dude got all butthurt about it. saying that “dogs need to be more respectful to humans” and blah blah blah. you glared and told him not to do it again, but he only laughed as if it was a joke. you huffed but said nothing more because he was your friends friend and you could keep kindaichi by you to make sure he didn’t try anything.
problem number two came when the group decided to watch a movie, and the man decided to sit right next to you. you felt a growl rumble through kindaichis chest from his place on the floor between your legs, but stroked his hair between his ears as a nonverbal ‘it’s okay’. you could see kindaichi get more and more antsy with every move the man made. putting his arm across the back of the couch, spreading his legs so one of his pressed against yours, and even trying to lean in close to whisper something to you. but you shut that last one down by hushing him.
at this point, kindaichi had begun to see this man as competition. despite you having no attraction to him whatsoever. and the final straw was when this man decided to show off his ‘strength’ by lifting something you can’t even remember. you had sarcastically said, “wow, you’re so strong.” in the most monotone, unimpressed voice you could muster. only your puppy couldn’t tell the difference between that and your normal praise. his ears drooped and his tail tucked and he retreated to your bedroom. thankfully, your friends had started to head out at that point. the dude asked for you numbe to which you said “fuck no” in more polite words, but the message was clear. you also pulled the friend who brought him aside and told them to never bring him in a hangout again. they agreed quickly, noticing how serious you were and noting that the man must have done something to upset you.
so here you are, trying to coax your pouty puppyboy out of his mood with coos of praise and promises that you aren’t interested in that man. when he finally looks at you, you melt at the sad look on his face.
“but you said he was strong!” he whines
“i didn’t mean it sweetheart. i was making fun of him.” you spoke softly while combing your fingers through his hair. occasionally petting his floppy ears. you’re trying to keep a serious face but it’s so difficult with how cute he looks. with his big round eyes and his bottom lip jutted out.
“you promise?” he asks softly, leaning into your touch.
“i promise.” you reply, “and to make up for making you worry, we can do whatever you want tonight, okay? does that sound good baby?”
you have to hold back a giggle from how fast he perks up, “yes yes please!” his ears are at full attention, pupils blown wide, and tail wagging fast and hard.
you have one request before giving him the reins, “okay love. can you take your clothes off while i take off mine? after we’re done we can do whatever you want.” you know how he gets, and you want your clothes to stay in tact.
“mmhm!” he enthusiastically nods his head and scrambles off the bed to begin removing his clothes. you stifle a laugh and hop off the bed to remove your own.
his clothes are off in record time, and you’ve barely gotten your last article off before he’s lifting you by the waist and tossing you gently back onto the bed. he excitedly crawls on top of you, and begins leaving sloppy licks and drool filled kisses over your neck and chest.
he clumsily runs his hand down your body until he reaches your dripping entrance. messily shoving in two fingers and shushing your noises of discomfort with kisses. slowly pumping his fingers in and out while you adjust, then gradually speeding up and scissoring his didgets to prep you for his cock. you can feel his hips sway with the force of his ever-wagging tail from his place between your legs. and you can feel his ears peek and twitch with every sound you make.
once he feels that you’re ready, he lines his dripping cock head up with your entrance, “are you ready pretty girl?”
you could see right through his confident, collected exterior that he was impatiently waiting for your answer. you hum and nod your head. and he immediately begins to push in. you gasp at the stretch as kindaichi buries his head in your neck, whining from the sensation of his cock being engulfed by your soft walls. tail never ceasing it’s wagging. he gives you a moment to adjust, but it’s also a moment to calm himself down so he doesn’t finish too soon.
when he begins to move, sweet praises begin to tumble out of his mouth.
“feels so good so good so good”
“you’re so pretty, such a pretty girl”
“love you so much, so much”
he keeps his head buried in your neck to make sure he can hear every noise you make. leaving dark marks and love bites all over your neck when it gets too much. he does eventually lift himself so he can watch his cock move in and out of your drenched cunt. pupils blown so wide his eyes look black.
suddenly, the sensation is gone. you whine at the loss, and open your mouth to protest only to be cut off by hun flipping you onto your stomach, shoulders pinned to the mattress by his hand between the blades, and hips yanked up. he immediately plunges back in the instant he has you in the position he wants. fucking into you with renewed vigor at the new position. the hand from your shoulder blades moves to grab your ass. giving it a good squeeze before shifting to your hip opposite his other hand. he uses his grip on your body to move you in time with his thrusts, making it feel like he’s going much harder and deeper.
you manage to collect your thoughts enough to praise him, something you know he loves, “make-ah-making me feel so good puppy. you’re such a go-od boy.”
your words have a clear affect on him. kindaichi begins to move faster and his grip on your hips tightens.
“yeah? i make you fe-el good?”
you manage another response, “mmhm, only you pretty boy.”
that seems to have an affect on him as well. seeing as though he starts to mutter “only me only me only me,” over and over again while digging his blunt nails into your hips.
you’re seeing white and you feel like you’re muscles are going to spasms from the constant tensing of your nerves. you can feel yourself getting closer with every thrust. And judging by his whines your puppy isn’t far behind you. kindaichi bends over your back to place more drool filled kisses over your neck, slipping licking the marks he already created and panting in your ear. he’s back to muttering his sweet praises, and if you could think straight you would wonder if he knew he was doing it.
you’re pushed over the edge when one of his hands moved from your hip to your clit, rubbing circles with just the right amount of pressure. you borderline scream into the mattress and clench around his achingly hard cock. his hips stutter as he tries to fight off his orgasm long enough for you to ride out yours. the instant kindaichi feels your body begin to relax he reaches his own end, signified with a few harsh thrusts with no pattern and filling you with his cum. his own body relaxes but he tries his best to keep his weight off of you.
kindaichi rolls onto his side, taking you with him. he places the two of you into a spooning position and nuzzles his nose into your sticky neck. you can feel his tail wagging weakly from his exhaustion, and his cock still twitching inside you.
“you promise you weren’t interested in him?” he mutters softly into your neck.
“i promise baby,” you coo while draining your neck to kiss his cheek, “how could i ever be interested in anyone else when i have you?”
you can feel him smile against your skin, and his tail pick up pace. face still pressed into your neck, he speaks, “okay. just checking. i love you”
you smile at his shyness, “i love you too baby.”
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