#tanaka fell in and never got out

[mobiusstripper]

Filip calling out Marco in front of everyone in Babylon's Ashes is such a good moment. It sucks how many people shit on Filip as a character. Yeah, he did some really, really bad things (or, at the very least, was extremely complicit in them), but he was still a CHILD who was manipulated from birth by a man he (almost literally) looked up to as a god. (Seriously - look closely at the language in Filip's early POV chapters when he talks about Marco. It's almost Old Testament.) He was given life-and-death responsibility that he lacked the maturity to really even comprehend at his age and was saddled with moral injury that lasted the rest of his life. Seriously, think about the dumb shit YOU said, did, and believed at fifteen, sixteen.

There's no way he didn't know the consequences of standing up to Marco like that, especially in front of other people. I don't really give a shit about the "were they redeemed/weren't they redeemed/can they be redeemed" conversation around fictional characters because redemption is a subjective moral judgment. All I'm saying is that took real courage. And walking away took real courage. And it takes real courage to find an open door when someone else has already shut so many of your doors for you before you even knew they were there.

[kings-highway]

do you have any umbrella headcanons for the hq characters? like, colors and patterns and where they bought it, who has a million umbrellas but never seems to remember to bring one when it rains, who always keeps one at school, etc. that kinda stuff?

This is actually a way old prompt I simply took forever to answer but like... Yeah I gotchu.

Sugawara: never in his life has owned an umbrella. Bitch is WET half the time. Sprints between cars. Sneaks under other people’s and gets runoff dribbled on his head. Complains constantly about the rain. Could not tell you the last time he opened an umbrella

Asahi: opened an umbrella inside once and is still anxious about it

Daichi: has an umbrella and behaves normally about it. The sight of Asahi panicking because he forgot to bring one and Suga preparing to rawdog the weather is offset by Daichi standing between them and opening his umbrella without any fanfare and then seeming surprised by the chaos that his two friends have unleashed in the .3 seconds since it started raining. It’s probably a solid colour and at least 3 years old.

Tanaka: kinda like Suga but completely intentionally. “Umbrellas are for wimps!” he shouts, soaked and freezing and about to be very sick

Noya: shockingly, actually pretty good about keeping an umbrella around. He probably got one in middle school with like flames on it, and so he makes sure to carry it during the rainy seasons because it’s his only chance to show it off. Also whips it out at every opportunity to offer to walk girls home if they’ve forgotten theirs.

Ennoshita: forgot his umbrella once during a rainstorm and Daichi gave him his to walk home with “because your walk is further than mine anyway” and Ennoshita has never forgiven himself for it. The man keeps an umbrella in his school locker separate from the one he carries to and from home just in case. Dude got given a new flavour of imposter syndrome over the generosity of one guy a year ago.

Yamaguchi: has one of those clear umbrellas. Constantly offering to share umbrellas with tsukki but alas Tsukishima is taller than him so this makes no sense, and Tsukki has never in his life not had an umbrella on him. Often he ends up sharing his umbrella with Hinata instead.

Hinata: theoretically owns an umbrella, he says he does. Ends up ducking under Yamaguchi’s constantly, since he “doesn’t exactly know where his is” at the moment. Can’t figure out why Yamaguchi always seems annoyed by him asking to share his umbrella.

Tsukishima: a well prepared young lad, has had the same umbrella since middle school, it probably has like a moon pattern on it because the bitch likes to brand himself. Is currently trying to decide if he should fake forgetting his umbrella one of these days because it would probably make Yamaguchi happy.

Kageyama: will just walk home in the rain and not notice he’s soaking wet. Honestly I can imagine him shaking himself out like a dog. He once gave an umbrella to a girl and she fell in love with him and confessed on the next valentine's day and he had no idea who she was.

Yachi: got to share Kiyoko's umbrella once and has never been the same since. Her own umbrella is probably very cutsey and pink with stars or something.

Kiyoko: keeps a spare umbrella in her locker in case she forgets because boys become unbearable if they think they can offer to be her saviour. Refuses them and walks in the rain if necessary.

Oikawa: honestly he’s probably a very sensible regular guy who checks the weather and brings an umbrella if he thinks it’s needed, but he probably always has to borrow one from his mother or dig one out of the back of a closet.

Iwa: weirdly thinks that Oikawa is never going to have an umbrella, so he always over prepares, but Oikawa has literally never once been caught in the rain without an umbrella and for whatever reason simply cannot convince Iwa that he knows how to check his weather app. Like it’ll start raining and Iwa will scoff and go “bet you didn’t bring an umbrella, huh?” as Oikawa is pulling out and opening his umbrella and will be like: “????? leave me alone????”

Matsukawa: kinda likes the rain. Sometimes the rest of the Seijoh 4 catch him holding his umbrella to the side to let himself get rained on. Honestly I can see him with like… a kinda gothic umbrella, like probably something really dark with skulls on it, or a spider web pattern, and he unironically really loves it. It’s like an element of self expression that the rest of these jock boys cannot comprehend so they don’t even bother making fun of him for it.

Hanamaki: 9/10 the person who gets Iwa’s second umbrella

Kyotani: would rather die than admit he was cold and/or needed an umbrella after his mother definitely yelled at him to take one that morning and he ignored her

Yahaba: sometimes weaponizes his umbrella to whack people. He’d also use it to flirt with girls who forgot theirs, except one time a girl saw him using it to whack his teammates and rumours spread so now nobody accepts his offers.

Ushijima: okay hot take: I don’t think he owns an umbrella. Live-in dorms aren't conducive to an umbrella, what, he’s gonna open it for the 1 second he’s between buildings? Nah. but I think he’s got sort of a weird dog energy about it, where he’ll be soaked through from walking in the rain, but will in fact have walked instead of running, and will just kind of sit there and let water drip onto his face and honestly I don’t think this is a very fun experience for him but what’s he gonna do, complain about the weather? There’s no point in complaining about the weather, it can't be changed.

Tendou: I can imagine him with - and I’m aware this is very specific - a clean umbrella, with like colourful polka dot confetti. I take no criticisms. He also happily allows any of his teammates to walk under this umbrella if they need to, however this is a trap and they will, actually, have to listen to the entire plot of FullMetal Alchemist in excruciating detail.

Leon: give him a regular ass solid colour umbrella that he loses constantly. It’s the dorms thing! He doesn’t have to use it often! But any time he needs it it takes him 35 minutes to dig up.

Semi: he is like… cool with an umbrella. Like he’s not really actually stopping himself from getting rained on, because it’s tilted back against his shoulder and he’s sauntering along getting soaked, but my god does he look good. Also I imagine his umbrella being striped white and black. But oh boy is he always wet despite having an umbrella.

Goshiki: has an umbrella but stopped using it because he thought the thing Ushijima was doing was some kind of cool-mature-adult thing and now he’s just wet all the time.

Yamagata: will ask if people dare him to run through the rain and then not wait for an answer and do it anyways. Could have an umbrella, maybe he doesn’t, has never been seen using it either way. At least he has fun.

Shirabu: constantly trying to get Semi to use his umbrella normal. Constantly trying to get Leon to put his umbrella in the same place. Constantly trying to convince ushijima to buy an umbrella. Constantly trying to convince goshiki to use his umbrella again and that being wet isn’t cool. Has no idea what the hell yamagata is doing. constantly, desperately, avoiding situations in which he needs to walk under Tendou’s umbrella. Always wondering why the fuck the Shiratorizawa team is so goddamn wet all the time. His umbrella is pink.

Taichi: owns an umbrella. Thinks Shirabu needs to calm the fuck down.

Aone: shares umbrellas constantly with people. He has a really simple one, but he’s really consistent about remembering it, so often he’s the go-to saviour.

Futakuchi: Usually forgets his umbrella and is very thankful Aone never has. Is usually the second person under Aone’s umbrella.

Moniwa: carries two umbrellas around anticipating someone else needing them and will end up giving both of them away and walking home in the rain.

Koganegawa: excitedly walking in the rain beside Moniwa bonding over their wet heads. (he thinks he forgot his umbrella but it’s actually just pushed at the bottom of his bag. He will notice when he gets home and feel SO BAD he didn’t offer it to Moniwa.

Terushima: thinks umbrellas are for wimps and dorks and is always wet. He won't even walk under an umbrella someone else is offering.

Kuroo: black umbrella. Honestly I don’t think he’s very interesting about it. He doesn’t like getting rained on so he tends to be cautious and over prepare.

Kenma: always carries an umbrella if there’s even the slightest chance of it raining. Hates getting rained on. Hates sharing an umbrella with kuroo even more than he hates getting rained on. (Kuroo acts like he’s gods’ gift to umbrellas every time Kenma needs him to share.)

Fukunaga: rainbow umbrella!!! He likes to play in the rain and will get wet even holding an umbrella around his head. Jumping in puddles, splashing. One time he got soaked by a passing car driving through a puddle and has never laughed that hard in his life. This cat likes water.

Tora: usually ends up using Fukunaga’s rainbow umbrella because he forgot his own and fukunaga clearly doesn’t need it.

Lev: “hahaha yeah I have an umbrella…” (he doesn’t) and nobody will share with him. Kuroo just sort of side-eyes him. Yaku walks with an umbrella and doesn’t even pretend to offer. Lev gets wet.

Yaku: I imagine him with like a beige umbrella. He’s super normal about it. Never shares, though (hurts his arm to hold it up so much, but refuses to let someone else hold it for him.)

Inuoka: doesn’t have an umbrella, doesn’t need one. He’s always using his hood as if it’s just as good and saying how it’s redundant to carry around an umbrella even though this soaks his jacket every time.

Bokuto: I think he only owns an umbrella if he can find an owl themed umbrella, otherwise he’s just sorta running and hoping he doesn’t get too wet. (he does.)

Akaashi: if Bokuto has successfully found an owl themed umbrella, Akaashi owns one too. Otherwise, he’s got a very normal solid colour umbrella that he has never used for himself once. Bokuto, Konoha, Sarukai, whoever has forgotten their umbrella currently has Akaashi’s umbrella.

Kita: I think he has a white umbrella, and I think it’s very normally employed in the manner it should be, and I think he’s most often seen using it when he’s gazing off wistfully and making long, contemplative monologues about how rain is often run from despite it being the very essence of life, and how the water cycle heals and washes away bad energy and the state of pollution in the oceans and dear fucking god someone distract him throw a volleyball or something it’s been eighteen minutes he’s still talking.

Aran: I imagine him with one of the like, real fancy umbrellas with a wooden handle and all that (every other mentioned umbrella I was thinking of as a cheap plastic one that pops out) but no this bitch got a real umbrella, probably old from his grandmother or something. He’s also the only one still listening after minute eighteen of Kita’s contemplation on our connection to the divine via the endless cycle of water through our bodies. He’s gonna google the water cycle when he gets home.

Atsumu & Osamu: there is in fact an umbrella between the two of them. It will break before the end of their rainy walk home. They both think it’s their own umbrella, but it’s not, it’s their mother’s umbrella and she will yell at them.

Suna: this guy would rather sleep at school than walk home without an umbrella so you bet your ass that he keeps an umbrella on him. Give him something with a cool geometric design maybe. I also think the only moments of sincerity anyone’s every seen from him is when he’s very quietly and politely asking Kita or Aran to borrow their umbrella if he’s forgotten his.

Sakusa: Yes, he has an umbrella, of course he has an umbrella. I think his umbrella is bright purple, and I think he keeps forgetting how to open it, and then it pops out and scares him and this happens every fucking time. Something’s wrong with this guy. He can also never get it tied up again properly and generally tends to find the thing a hassle.

Komori: Also has a bright purple umbrella but he opens it normally. He has no idea what Sakusa’s problem is.

Korai: has Hirugami’s umbrella from last year.

Hirugami: is just realizing the reason he needed to buy a new umbrella.

[crmlktty]

good luck charm

shoyo hinata x reader,,, wc: 1,311

"Shoyo!”

His name was the sweetest honey when it slipped from your lips.

He was sweating buckets, anxiety eating him up from the inside out. He was either about to make the best or worst decision of his life.

Shoyo still remembered the day he met you.

He was still a first year. Actually, he was barely a first year. He had just begun the year. As in a few days before.

He was in the gym far earlier than when practice began, Kageyama and him training to win their upcoming 3 on 3 match.

Tanaka and Sugawara were helping, and it was Sugawara's voice that first caught his attention.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here? Practice doesn't start for at least another hour.” Your name fell from his lips gracefully, and Shoyo couldn't help the way his eyes immediately were drawn away from the ball.

“Sugawara, ah, I overheard you guys talking about practicing before, well, practice, and I wanted to see if I could be of any assistance!”

You were beautiful. Angelic, even. You wore a soft, warm smile, and he swore he could see the stars in your eyes.

His ogling earned him a quick volleyball to the face.

“Ah! Hinata! Sorry, my dude!” Tanaka yelled out, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hinata rubbed his nose, some blood leaking from it as he groaned. Then, he was greeted by a soft, soft touch.

You were grabbing his face, using a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his nose.

“Are you okay?”

You wore a frown, one of concern, one he never wanted to see again. God, he would've given the world to see you smile again.

“Uh.. Yeah, I'm.. uh..” He was starstruck.

Sugawara patted his back.

“Hinata, Kageyama, this is (Y/N). She's our new manager. She's a first year, too!”

Music to his ears. You were a manager, so he'd see you often. And you were in his grade, so he had three whole years to look forward to with you. Some divine being truly was on his side.

“You're.. Hinata?” You looked at him, smiling a little.

“Shoyo.”

He wasn't sure what love felt like, but if it wasn't this, he felt lied to.

You were sweet. Energetic at times, but that was perfect for him, because he was too. He had the handkerchief you'd given him in his shorts pocket. When criticized about the grossness of carrying around a bloody handkerchief, he would say it was his “Good Luck Charm”.

He definitely kept that fact secret from you. At times, he felt like maybe you liked him, at least a little, but he didn't want to risk it. He didn't want to risk scaring you off or losing you forever.

No, he much preferred keeping his feelings to himself. If it meant he could stay another day with you, hearing your laugh, watching you smile, it was worth it.

Shoyo was going to go to Brazil. You all had graduated, having long said goodbye to the second and third years you'd come to love. Now, it was your turn. You were all going to go off on your own and have your own adventures.

Shoyo decided his was Brazil.

You had gone to the airport to wish him well, though, really you'd just been crying since you got there.

Shoyo couldn't look at you. If he saw your eyes, if he saw your sad face, he was convinced he'd say screw Brazil and just stay with you forever.

While that didn't sound like a bad idea, he needed this. He needed somewhere new. You understood that, which is why no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't ask him to stay.

Only right when he was about to leave, right when it was about to be time for him to board the plane, did he look at you.

And he decided it then.

He walked up to you, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you with determination.

“When I come back, I'm gonna marry you!”

The words rang through the air, your reddening cheeks being your only response before he quickly turned around, darting off.

He meant it. He would marry you, if you'd let him.

Brazil treated Shoyo well. But, it wasn't home. You were home. You called him frequently, and he shared pictures and other things that he'd find during his time there. You'd keep him updated on the lives of all of your old teammates, and it was nice.

But, it wasn't the same.

Shoyo was finally coming home, and he couldn't be more nervous.

He told his old teammates that he was getting back an hour later than he was. He wanted to have time with you.

Now, as far as he knew, you had no significant other. He carefully watched your various social media profiles, ensuring there were no signs of a boy at home. That, and you never mentioned one. He was fairly confident in that regard.

In every other, he was a nervous wreck. You weren't even dating. Would a proposal be too much? Were you expecting it? He said he'd marry you, but he wondered if you thought it was a childish whim, an odd way of saying goodbye. He hoped you knew how serious he was.

He nearly drowned in his worries as he walked through the crowded airport, eyes darting for you.

“Shoyo!”

Oh, how he missed hearing you say his name. Of course, he'd heard it over calls, but nothing beat the sound and sight of it coming out of your mouth. The bright smile you wore, the happy tears threatening to spill.

He ran toward you, engulfing you in a tight embrace.

“Shoyo, I missed you so much, you have no idea–”

“I missed you too, so so so much. Thought about you every day. Every single one.” He spun you around before setting you down, not letting go of you.

Warm laughter spilled from your lips, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. “We also talked every day, Sho.”

He knew then.

“(Y/N), I know this is probably really out of the blue, and I know you probably don't remember this but I just, I have to–” He fumbled over his words, letting go of you and reaching into his pocket, his fingers landing on a little box.

“What're you doing?” You tilted your head before your breath hitched as he got down on one knee, pulling the box from his pocket.

“(Y/N), I have loved you since the moment I met you. God, everything about you it just, it consumes me in the best way possible and I really meant it when I said I wanted to marry you when I got back. I want it so bad, you have no idea.. So– So, (Y/N) (L/N), will you please do me the honor of marrying me?”

The split second that passed from the question to your answer felt like a million years, the weight on Shoyo's shoulders growing heavier and heavier.

He was yanked back into reality by arms wrapping around his neck, and laughter. Sweet, honey-like laughter. “Oh my God, yes, Sho, fuck, yes, I'll marry you.”

Relief washed over him, and he returned your embrace, letting out a laugh. “Holy shit, I was so scared.”

“You're so stupid, God, you know the boyfriend girlfriend part is supposed to come first, right?” You laughed, tears slipping down your cheeks.

Shoyo grinned. “Yeah, well, I knew you'd say yes.”

“Oho, did you now? That confident?” You giggled, smiling sweetly at him.

“Yeah, cause I have my good luck charm.” He pulled out the handkerchief from his other pocket, a stupid grin on his face.

It took you a second to register what he was holding before you were pressing your lips against his, giggling. “Idiot.” <3

[angelthebedsheet]

Karasuno High, A Mockumentary

When you’re the third manager of Karasuno’s boys’ volleyball team, there’s only so much patience you can have surrounded by a bunch of teenage boys. Of course, you didn’t originally imagine spending your free time managing this team, but hey, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

A fanfic in which the events of Haikyuu are represented as if it were filmed like The Office with confessionals and everything.

A/N: When I tell you this idea came to me while I was watching Trin’s skits on TikTok it was actually insane. As always…. Y/N is a black queen. Proceed!!! [//] means the start and end of a confessional beeteebubs. More tags will be added the further we go!! Slow updates because.... guys I'm unmedicated and in a weird period of life rn el oh el! Check out my AO3 if you wanna read my other stuff! 🙀

Season 1: Episode 1 - [Manager Against Your Will]

“Please, please, please, L/N! Please be another manager for us, we’ll do anything!” Nishinoya sobbed as he held onto your leg. “Boy, get up. You’re being mad weird,” You sputtered as you pushed at his head. “Please, L/N, I mean think about it, us havin’ three managers? It’d be so cool, all the other teams would be so jealous!” Tanaka whined loudly, draping himself over your shoulders.

“This should be considered harassment, y’all are draggin’ it,” You groaned. “Please, please, pleaseeee!” Nishinoya wailed dramatically. “No! I don’t want to be trapped in that sweaty ass gym for longer than I have to! Last time I watched y’all practice, Hinata done busted his ass right in front of me and knocked my water all over my homework.” You frowned. It took an extra hour to try and salvage your homework. The constant apologies from Hinata didn’t make it any better either. Tsukishima didn’t let either of you live it down. His teasing grinded your gears so bad you could’ve spiked a ball directly into his stupid sports-taped glasses. Wack ass. “We swear that won’t happen again! What happened to second years sticking together?!” Nishinoya looked up at you with big watery eyes. “What?! We are sticking together.” You sputtered before looking down at him. “Don’t look at me like that.” You groaned. A couple of beats of silence passed.

“Fine.” You sighed.

“Hell yeah!” Tanaka yelled. “My ear, man,” You winced, covering it. “Sorry, sorry, got too excited.” He muttered, rubbing the side of your head. “Finally, it took you so long to agree,” Nishinoya said as he sat back on the ground. “Get up,” You gritted out as you pinched his shoulder. “Ow! Okay, fine, dang,” He pouted as he popped back up.

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“Yeah, yeah, okay, I folded, I get it,” You muttered, crossing your arms. “What else was I supposed to say? Those two never quit. They’ve been on my ass since the first day of school to join Shimizu in being the manager. Then when it was Yachi’s turn to join, they got even more insistent on me joining.” You frowned as you looked at the camera crew. “What? Don’t look at me like that. I love the idiots, but fuck, they’re on my ass like white on rice twenty-four-seven. Can’t a girl catch a break in this fuckass school?” You listed out before covering your mouth. “Oop! Wait, can I curse in these?” You asked.

“You already did, it’s fine.” One of the crew chuckled. “Okay, sorry, I should’ve asked beforehand,” You laughed bashfully.

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“Guess who we got to be our extra manager?” Nishinoya exclaimed as he slammed the gym doors open. “Jesus–what did I say about the damn door, kid?!” Coach Ukai sputtered as he coughed on his water. Takeda simply handed him a napkin before glancing at the camera with a concerned expression. “L/N!” Tanaka exclaimed as he lifted you up. You squealed as you held onto your skirt. “Put me down, the hell?!” You exclaimed. “No way! You finally got her to agree?! L/N!” Hinata yelled as he ran over. “Wait, wait!” You screamed as you were suddenly dog-piled by them. “Oh, shit, we’re going down!” Tanaka laughed as he fell to the ground. The camera panned back over to Takeda and Ukai who were staring at them in disbelief before looking at each other.

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Ukai rubbed his forehead as Takeda let out an exasperated laugh. “Nishinoya and Tanaka have been pulling different people from different grades to be our final manager,” Takeda said. “It hasn’t been working.” Takeda sighed. “It was a matter of time before they got L/N to agree.” He added. “The numbnuts harass the girl daily, her patience is stronger than mine,” Ukai muttered. “They’re good kids, really, it just gets very stressful having to tell them time and time again that they can’t just drag anyone to practice,” Takeda said as he scratched his cheek. “They did the same thing last week.” Ukai groaned. “They can’t take the hint. We’re perfectly fine with Shimizu and Yachi.” He said. “But,” Takeda cut in. “If L/N wants to join then that’s fine by us as well. She’s practically a part of the team already. She’ll fit right in.” He cooed. “Right?” He grinned as he looked at Ukai, nudging his side with his elbow.

“Sure,” Ukai nodded half-heartedly. “Is this over? I need a cigarette.” He said as he took out his pack of blurred-out cigarettes. “Hey! We’re not allowed to show those,” Takeda said exasperated as he watched Ukai put one behind his ear and get up. Ukai walked past the cameras and left. Takeda sighed. “That’s… Kenshin for ya.” He chuckled anxiously as he shook his head.

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“Hey, hey, break it up! Give L/N some space.” Daichi clapped his hands frowning. “Dogpile, really? How old are we, guys?” Sugawara snickered as he crouched down to pull L/N up. “Blink twice if you need help,” Sugawara whispered playfully. You groaned and mushed his face away. “Shut up.” You whined. “You actually agreed?” Tsukishima snorted as he watched you stand up with the help of Sugawara’s kind hands. He dusted off your shoulders. “I didn’t take you for the type to accept bribes,” Tsukishima added. “You’re funny if you think they had enough money to bribe L/N,” Kinoshita commented as he walked by, pushing a cart of volleyballs. “Hey!” Tanaka and Nishinoya whined. “Not a drive-by! No fair, Kinoshita.” Nishinoya whined.

“You’re really gonna be our manager?!” Hinata squealed as he jumped up and down. “Be calm, man.” Daichi grabbed his shoulders, pressing him to stand still. “Unfortunately.” You muttered. “Unfortunately’s crazy.” Tsukishima and Yamaguchi snorted before Tsukishima went back to wrapping his middle fingers with sports tape. “Unfortunately?!” Tanaka and Nishinoya sputtered as they looked at you with bewildered expressions. “Y’all dragged me here! I had no choice but to agree.” You frowned, instinctively hiding behind Sugawara, holding onto his arm. That earned an affectionate eye roll from him as he patted your arm. “Don’t make it seem like we kidnapped you.” Tanaka pouted. “Knowing you two, you probably did.” Daichi shook his head. “Ugh! What is this? Why are we being tag-teamed? Asahi, dude, help us out!” Nishinoya called out as Asahi looked at the camera with a weary expression. “I have to uh… pee.” He murmured before walking away. Nishinoya let out a scream as he ran after Asahi. “Dude!” He yelled out as Asahi immediately started running away.

Coach Ukai grabbed his whistle and blew it. “Goddamnit! Suicide drills! All of ya!” He yelled out earning a loud uproar from everyone. “Way to go, dipshits.” Tsukishima sneered as he got up.

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“You didn’t say anything, Kageyama,” One of the crew said. Kageyama blinked blankly. “Was I supposed to?” He asked. “Yes, it would be preferable.” They said. “Oh, okay. Uhm, I think Nishinoya and Tanaka-senpai are being annoying this week. We’ve had at least like…” He paused to briefly count on his fingers. “6 different candidates for being our last manager and all of them didn’t know the difference between a pinch server and a wing spiker.” He muttered.

He glanced at the camera crew, taking in their expressions. “It’s different.” He crossed his arms. “It would be nice having L/N-senpai actually being a manager. She knows how to play and understands the different positions. She subs in for us during practice when one of us is out. She’s nice.” He said. “But, I think it’s weird to force her if she doesn’t want to.” He scratched his head.

“Is that all?” They asked. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Okay, thank you, Kageyama.” They chuckled. He stood up, bowed, and left.

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“I can’t believe you actually agreed,” Yachi gushed as she turned to you on the bleachers. “Right, I’m surprised. You’ve been saying no since your first year.” Shimizu chimed in as she scribbled notes down in her notebook. “I know. I just decided to say ‘What the hell,’ and do it. If I end up not liking it, I can just leave. Then, they can’t bother me to tell me to try it when I already did, you feel me?” You said, leaning back against the bleachers. Yachi glanced at the camera before looking back at you. “I… feel you?” She murmured. You snorted. “Like you understand me.” You clarified. She gasped. “Ohhhhh, okay, I feel you.” She nodded. Shimizu chuckled softly.

“At least you don’t have to worry about them bothering you in the halls about joining anymore,” Shimizu said. “Yeah, at least." You muttered.

The camera panned over to Tanaka and Nishinoya as they did planks. “Look at them, they fit in so well together,” Tanaka sighed dreamily. “Like three goddesses sitting on a bench in the sun,” Nishinoya swooned. “Oh, shut up,” Tsukishima grunted. “You already got us doing suicides. You suck,” Ennoshita murmured as his arms trembled. “Rude,” Tanaka grumbled back. Coach Ukai blew his whistle. “Rotate! I want a lap to the other side of the gym, 15 burpees, lap back, repeat!” He called out. “Jesus Christ,” Kageyama whispered under his breath as he got up. “Maybe be a bit nicer to them?” Takeda whispered as he watched the team start their laps. “One person fucks up, the whole team fucks up, gotta drill it into their heads somehow,” Ukai murmured. “By doing suicide drills? I’m starting to think this is for your own amusement, Kenshin.” Takeda said. “Oh, no, yeah, it is. It definitely is.” Ukai nodded. “Kenshin," Takeda frowned. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, relax, Ittetsu.” Ukai waved him off.

“Coach! Yamaguchi’s lookin’ a little green! I’m talkin’ in the face!” Hinata called out. “I’m fine!” Yamaguchi groaned as he ran his lap.

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“Take 5,” Ukai called out from behind as he walked over to Yamaguchi. “He was not fine,” Hinata laughed nervously as he looked back at Yamaguchi puking into a trash can. You had a grimace on your face as you rubbed his back. The camera panned back onto Hinata, focusing on his face. “I called it early, no one listened to me. Not even Yamaguchi himself.” Hinata winced, wiping the sweat from his brow. “He had this look on his face that I recognized anywhere. My ma used ta’ make it when she was pregnant with my sister and she was about to puke.” He said. “Yamaguchi had that saaaame face, just… sweatier. And greener.” Hinata murmured.

“Uh, should we call the school nurse?” One of the crew asked. “Nah, we all throw up a lot. We’re a pukey team.” Hinata laughed before taking a sip from his water bottle. “We just hurl in the trash can, drink some water, and get back on the court.” He grinned. “Don’t tell them that, dumbass.” Kageyama slapped the back of his head. “Hey! This is my confessional! You already had your own, Crappyama!” Hinata exclaimed as he looked back at him. “Mine was better,” Kageyama commented before walking off. “Wha–?! Get back here!” Hinata yelled as he ran after Kageyama. “Y’all don’t know what a break is?” Daichi asked, exasperated.

[\\]

“Alright, get home safe, guys. And Yamaguchi, let’s lay off the soda before practice, okay?” Takeda said as he squeezed Yamaguchi’s shoulders, earning snickers from the team. Yamaguchi’s face flushed. “Y-Yeah, Takeda-sensei.” He stammered. “Bubble guts,” Tsukishima commented. “Me when I’m at a puking competition and Yamaguchi’s my opponent.” Sugawara snickered, earning louder laughs from the team. “Aw, man, come on,” Yamaguchi whined at the teasing.

“Aye, y'all know that video of the kid pukin’ spoons?” You asked. A few of them nodded. “That’s real Yamaguchi core.” You teased, nudging his shoulder earning more laughs. “Hey!” Yamaguchi groaned, shoving you away. You laughed loudly. The camera panned to Takeda and Ukai as they watched you and the team walk out. “I told you she’d fit right in,” Takeda cooed. “I ain’t say you didn’t.” Ukai chuckled. “C’mon, let’s close up.” He said. “Drinks on you, tonight?” Takeda murmured. “Yeah, drinks on me.” Ukai nodded.

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[kamisama1kiss]

Im so sad I didn't get to see the haikyu movie life really bit me in the butt but i saw your requests are open and i was wondering if you could do asahi x reader where reader surprises asahi at a match, they didn't know if they'd ne able to make it, and he gets so shy and the boys tease him and then the couple share a cute moment after the match? Thank you!!

My man deserves all the love he can get!! 🫶 also, I apologise for the delays, but here he is in all his amazingness 😔 if something is a bother on the fanfic, please dm me to let me know!!^^

(Not proof read)

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Asahi Azumane { lovingly surprise }

Not for a moment did he believe his eyes when seeing his lover walking up twords him after the match against Date Tech, knowing they had previously spoken about needing to study for upcoming exam this following week. His heart fluttered from joy of their never-ending support for him, yet a little concerned.

"Love, don't you have something to do?" Asking understand his breath, gazing up and down their figure with a light smile. Simply by instinct, his hand reached to hold yours, geeling at ease every time. Forgetting his surroundings the moment his eyes meet yours. "I was, but there is no way I could miss an important game for you."

Chucked rumbled through his chest, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully so. "The game went amazing. You did so well!" Praising him with a cheerful act, getting a rather rosie colour to be dusted on to his cheeks. "T.. Thank you, love." Before anymore words could be exchanged, another voice echoed loudly.

"Look whose personal cheerleader showed up!" Could be heard across the gym from Tanaka as he grinned with a laugh. His teasing and joking but not long Sugawara hit him on the back of his head, earning a scowl from the jokster. "Don't be so loud!" Saying just as loud as he was.

Nishinoya popped up around Tanaka before they both gave each other a known look and made kissing noises at the pair, getting a laugh from some of the others but also a few weird glances. You chuckled at the two playing around, but Asahi melted from embarrassment, wanting to dig a hole and never come out. "Guys! Stop doing that." Demanding which got them to stop, but they laughed about it not taking it seriously.

"You've got to be kidding me." Murmuring under his breath, shaking his head before his gaze fell back to you. He leaned down for a quick peck on the forehead before dragging you to leave the gymnasium, away from his teammates, that is.

Stending outside in the hallway holding both your hands, enjoying the time alone. "Im sorry about them." Trying to laugh off the embarrassment now engraved into his soul. "It's okay. They're just playing around." Reassuring him with a glimmer in your eyes that you were truly mostly unbotherd by the interaction and joking banter.

"Still.." Shaking his head, within moments later his hands found themselves on your waist along with your arms around his neck, standing with more intimacy lingering. "Not funny." Shaking his head in disapproval voice quieter with you in his embrace. "A little." You laughing a little got the blush on his face more evident. Leaning up for a peck on his lips.

Getting interrupted again by the one and only "You guys took it more seriously than I expected." Laughed tanaka being hit again by Sugawara, who walked past him with a chuckle. "Let them have fun. They're just kids."

Asahi whined, ducking to hide his face into the crook of your neck meanwhilest you only chuckled alone with warmth spreading out on your own face. The show was comedic to witness at most.

•••

It might not be exactly the request, but I hope it was close enough to what you had thought of! I hope everyone enjoyed reading this!!♡

[kagehiner]

i wish you would share with us your dark drafts on the pilot someday. and then turn it into a fic

haii my loveliest pookie this is 4 you..... this takes place right after Kageyama storms out and Daichi has a talk with Hinata ↓

The tires scrape loudly against concrete as Hinata halts the bike to a stop, watching as Kageyama drinks the fresh air. He ran pretty far, Hinata just catched up to him a minute ago, which reminds of what Daichi said about Kageyama and jogging.

“So even you get out of breath, hm, Kageyama-kun?”

“What?” Kageyama barks, fanning himself with his jacket. It made him look like a bird flapping its wings.

His heart is still brimming after that talk. It would be stupid to imply that Hinata knows Kageyama just after a few days of volleyball practice, but after everything Daichi said so far, it finally clicked. When Kageyama recruited him that day, shouting his request from the first floor like a madman, Hinata had thought the volleyball club must've been desperate. Enough to go out grabbing anyone by the scruff and telling them to spike out of the blue, going as far as expecting them to do it right. It's stupid. It's reckless. But Kageyama was smiling, and he had this aura about him that sparked in his eyes whenever he spoke.

So he found himself leaping and swinging his arm into nothing but air for hours, tiring his body out more than he ever did in gym class, the high of that compliment draining by the hour. Kageyama was loud and mean, yelling at him in such a way that had no resemblance to the boy who asked him to play just a few hours before. Volleyball wasn't that fun and Hinata barely made contact with the ball unless it fell into his head. He even threw up a little. Fully expecting to never go back, and daring God to intervene, Hinata sat outside wondering why he even followed Kageyama at all.

Daichi sat beside him, and Hinata just vomited every thought on his head. In hindsight, he didn't know these people and owed them no explanation if he ever wanted to quit, but they had no obligation to accept him either. And they did, no matter how mildly hostile the atmosphere was. So he talked.

He might've quit if it wasn't for Daichi encouraging words and insight on the harsh setter's intentions. To have that kind of trust on a complete stranger like Hinata; it sounded alien. But good. It felt good to hear.

“Why did you follow me?” Kageyama asks.

For a second, Hinata thinks they might be wondering the same thing. But Kageyama looks a bit pissed, like whatever is in his head couldn't just disappear by jogging it away. “Captain said to call you back inside. Practice is still on.”

“Worry about yourself. You do realize there's a practice match tomorrow, right?” Kageyama dismisses. “No matter what Tanaka says, you're playing!”

It's only been about a week, but Hinata learned to map out Kageyama's features a little bit. He is always sporting an ugly frown, but his eyes are clear. The insults he throws around carelessly aren't worth retorting. He is harsh, but believes in him. And Kageyama might've shared tidbits of his love for volleyball, but Hinata doesn't yet know why he's so obsessed with it apart from the thrill of winning.

Hinata digs his nails into his palms, speaking to the ground but hoping his words reach Kageyama. “I’m a newbie, and I keep dragging the team down. Half of them wish I never joined. And I don't think I'm skilled enough to play tomorrow,” Hinata says. “I’ll just mess up and cause problems for everyone else… Then we'll drift even further from victory.” He can sense that Kageyama wants to interject, so he raises his head so quickly it hurts. “I think—I might not even like volleyball. I, uh, I got so excited when you believed in me, and I thought maybe I could do this. But you can't do what you can't do. I'm not… like you,” Hinata grits out, ignoring how his voice wavers pathetically. “I can't just summon confidence and do it!”

Kageyama is peering at him openly, his bangs pushed aside gently by the breeze. Still frowning, the setter opens his mouth as if to speak, most likely something unnecessarily crude and mean. But Hinata hops on his bike once again and pedals away, the wind cooling his cheeks as he groans.

That was not what he meant to say at all.

Hinata stares at nondescript patterns on the ceiling while the disquiet of his heart prevents him from sleeping. Flashes of his one-sided conversation with Kageyama keep popping up in his head. He recoils in the dark while remembering how riled up he got, yelling out with boiling hot tears pooling on the corners of his eyes.

When Hinata ran to get his bike and catch up to Kageyama, that was not the interaction he reversed over and over until he saw the setter's shadowy figure. Something about Kageyama's hunched over form, panting wildly with dry lips; it frustrated him. The fact that Kageyama was affected enough to run away, how he didn't fight him, and the way his eyes softened. It felt like Hinata didn't know who he was at all, which he doesn't. But somehow it seemed as though a layer of Kageyama's walls had lowered just enough to see past it. The fear and frustration boiling up behind them mirroring Hinata's pathetic excuse of a will to fight.

Hinata sighs. Tomorrow will be the first time they'll all play together in an actual game, even if it's just a practice match... People will be expecting something from him he fears he can't measure up to. Kageyama sure is underestimating him. What Tanaka said is true: all he can do is jump high.

So he will. He may be cowardly and pathetic, but he can jump, and that's all Kageyama is realistically asking of him. Everything else just melts into noise as he closes his weary eyes.

[yanderecrazysie]

A request for HCs

What do you think would happen if the Karasuno boys know that reader has like a childish crush on the adults in the court? Like she finds Takeda-sensie to be cute and adorkable or coach Ukai to be cool?

They're not stupid tho, they know that crush isn't gonna go anywhere. But her constant fangirling of either one of them behind doors sometimes gets to them, maybe even plant the idea to she's into older men. And they're unfortunately either a year below them or around her age (maybe she's even a few months older than them). Major blow if she's their close friend who often comes to watch them, and she keeps talking about their teacher/coach crush to them.

Ooooh fun! And I must say, she’s got good taste in adorkable Takeda.

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, mentions of murder, reader is into older men

♡ You’re a fan and part of the cheerleading squad, always coming to the games (big or small), so the team sees you often. Sometimes you even come to practice, just to talk to them and cheer them on.

♡ One by one, all of the Karasuno volleyball players fell for you, despite knowing that you don’t see them as anything more than good players and maybe friends.

♡ Still, it comes as a serious blow to hear that you’ve got a childish crush on Takeda and Ukai. And they hear it straight from the horse’s mouth.

♡ You wax lyrical about how cool Ukai is, with his dyed hair and the piercings he sometimes wears outside of coaching. You practically squeal over the adorable, awkward Takeda.

♡ It hurts even more that you don’t say anything like that to them. Sure, you’ve complimented their volleyball skills, but you’ve never complimented their looks or personalities.

♡ Tsukishima’s the first one to figure out that you might have a thing for older men. That’s a real problem for all of them because, not only are you a third year, but your birthday is even earlier than Daichi’s, Asahi’s, and Sugawara’s.

♡ Daichi is the cool, calm, and collected captain, but even he struggles to come up with a plan. There’s no way they could do something stupid like kill their coach and teacher- besides, Hinata and Asahi could never stomach it.

♡ Tanaka and Nishinoya are the most jealous, vying desperately for your attention but not receiving nearly enough whenever the “cool coach” and “cute teacher” are nearby. And they’re never far away.

♡ Sugawara’s the first one to suggest kidnapping you, but there’s a fight that breaks out over where they would keep you.

♡ Since Daichi’s the captain, they reluctantly agree that he would keep you in his house and the rest would just visit. 

♡ They act normally for weeks, gritting their teeth every time you say something like “Isn’t Takeda so adorable?” or “Coach Ukai’s looking hot today!”

♡ Kageyama nearly loses his cool when you confide in him that you desperately wish that one of the two older men would pay you more attention. Sugawara manages to diffuse the situation before Kageyama yells himself hoarse at you.

♡ Hinata’s most excited to kidnap you and Asahi’s the most nervous.

♡ Yamaguchi nearly cries every time you tell him how much you like Ukai and Takeda.

♡ They finally can’t take any more of your obsession with their elders, and they whisk you away.

♡ It’s just too bad if you like older men, because soon enough, you’re surrounded by younger men- and they plan to keep you with them for eternity.

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

I need y'all to be so normal about this but I'm writing a GoYu Bakery AU (first two chapters are up on AO3) and I'm just. SO proud of how I wrote Gojo's dramatic gay ass realizing he has a crush on a college kid in this scene in chp3.

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The realization was slow. It actually hit him just as he was midway through saying hello to Megumi as he returned to the office. Gojo froze, words dying in his throat, as his brain began to frantically analyze his own behavior over the past six months. He’d been so sure that he was only going to the cafe for the food, and for the way no one fawned over him, that he’d completely missed the fact that he was only happy after a visit if he got to speak to Yuji.

He had not been going for the food. He’d been going for the baker.

Gojo let out a string of vicious cursing, calling himself a dozen kinds of idiot, and just barely caught himself in time to set the slice of lemon meringue pie he’d brought for Megumi down gently, so as not to ruin it, instead of throwing it at his poor assistant.

“Megumi,” Gojo said in ominous tones, “I am the fucking stupidest man on the planet.”

“Yes, I knew that,” Megumi agreed. “What did you do this time?”

Gojo began to pace the waiting room, running his hands through his hair. “Okay. So. You know how I’m shit at explaining what I want from other people in regards to things like relationships and sex?”

“Yes. Tanaka still wants you back.”

“Tanaka can wait. Well, it appears I am also shit at explaining to myself what I want. Because I thought I just really liked the food at Lucky Pond, and the atmosphere, and how nobody treats me differently there. It’s a novelty. Nothing more. Except.” He spun on his toes sharply, feeling like a prophet of doom, realizing that he had well and truly fucked up. “It’s not just that the food’s exquisite and the atmosphere’s comfortable. It’s the fact that fucking Itadori Yuji works there.”

Megumi blinked mildly. Then his eyes widened in shock, and he blurted, “He’s over a decade younger than you!”

“Exactly!” Gojo exploded, throwing his hands in the air. “He’s a baby, barely nineteen! But he’s adorable and sweet and talented and kind and just stupid enough to be endearing but still intuitive enough to be fun to talk to and I want to be the kind of man worthy of his attention so bad that it’s pathetic!” He collapsed in a chair, flinging his arm over his eyes. “Megumi. As your mentor, I beg of you to kill me, throw my corpse in the ocean, and make everyone think I retired to Malaysia.”

“Absolutely not. Fake your death like a normal person.” Megumi shoved the pie aside and started typing aggressively on his computer. “I’m emailing Nanami. He can take over all business with Lucky Pond while you get over Itadori. Fucking hell… at least you realized this before he fell in love with you.”

“He’d never,” Gojo said gloomily. “I overheard him talking to Jupei last week about his celebrity crushes—he likes women. Tall, curvy women with butts and boobs. Not dudes with no meat on their bones.”

“Sensei, are you… are you actually moping?” Megumi demanded incredulously. “Because a guy ten years younger than you is straight and into curvy women?!”

“Oh, god.” Gojo covered his face with his hands. “I’m fucked. I’m so fucked. I’ll fake my death. Nanami can run the business himself, it’s fine. I’ll run away to America and change my name. Should I dye my hair brown or red?”

“Neither. Blond is pretty common in America, right? Blond and blue eyes? You’ll fit right in with the rest of them, annoying as you are.”

"Fuck you. Blond it is."

[plutoccult]

HAIKYUU X THE OFFICE AU — EPISODE FOUR: OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY

pairing: sugawara koushi x female reader

description: it’s the holidays, and that means it’s time for the annual office christmas party where everyone participates in secret santa. much to sugawara’s delight, he has picked your name for secret santa this year and plans to make it count.

word count: 5.6k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: hello and happy holidays! i will admit i’ve been struggling to stay motivated with this series, but i have to remind myself that i’m mainly writing this for MY enjoyment at the end of the day. i’m the ultimate sugawara warrior and it shall stay that way. anyway, it’s christmastime, so of course i’m writing a christmas episode! i strayed away from parts of the episode quite a bit. this definitely has more focus on sugawara than the reader this time around, but i’m not mad about it. it’s nice to see an angsty, pining suga 🤭 i almost thought this would have to be split into two parts, but i’d rather keep it as one. i also made a playlist for sugawara and the reader a good bit ago, so here’s the link here (i am very much open to song suggestions)! i’m so excited to get closer to my favorite episode ever, and i hope you guys enjoy!

tags: @toorubobatea @cowgirlikets @dragon-slayer5 (ily ty for hyping me up) @femme-lune @kazuchaos @bakagun1312 @beingbrokenfitsus @mumblepingu @daedaep69 @darthferbert @intheewrld @msbyomimi @sukxma @akari-fujikawa

taglist form here

christmas was always the best time of year for the office. the holiday spirit was at its peak, everyone loved being a part of it, especially your boss, ukai. he took christmas more seriously than everyone else, even kiyoko who primarily handled planning the annual office christmas party each year. ukai took it so seriously that he chopped his own tree and brought it to the office building, dragging tanaka along in his shenanigans towards festive greatness.

tanaka huffed and puffed as he let go of the bottom half of the tree, ukai holding the top half. “ukai, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

“that’s what she said.” ukai joked, resisting the urge to snicker. it was like he was a child in a grown man’s body. plus, that joke aged like milk. only he found it funny.

“no, like, it’s really not gonna fit.” tanaka said.

“again, that’s what she—”

“WE CAN’T FIT THE GODDAMN TREE THROUGH THE DOOR, UKAI!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, completely frustrated with his boss. you could hear tanaka from your desk inside the office, but it came out muffled, so you couldn’t quite make out what was being said. you assumed it was idiotic activities as always.

“i’ll make it fit.” ukai insisted, the spirit of christmas granting him all the determination he needed.

“lemme guess, you’re gonna say that’s what she said, right?” tanaka let out a sigh.

“don’t make me fire you, tanaka.” ukai threatened.

“should’ve just got a fake tree.” tanaka rolled his eyes. yeah, that definitely would’ve worked just fine, but this was ukai here. the man was crazy. he would never do anything the normal way.

“i guess that would’ve worked…” ukai said as he pondered over how he would get this tree through the door, quickly thinking of his idea of the best way to do it. “alright, on three, we’re gonna shove this through and hope for the best. got it?”

“i guess?” no. tanaka didn’t get it, but he had no choice.

“too bad. one… two… THREE!”

with one big push, ukai and tanaka burst through the doors of the office. the tree toppled to the floor, bringing them along with it. the sound startled just about everyone, having been doing their typical duties. to you, it just felt like any other day, and you didn’t bother to help the two men.

tanaka fell face first into the pile of pine, aggressively coughing as he wiped any pine needles off his face. “i think i swallowed a pine needle.”

“well, merry fucking christmas.” ukai said enthusiastically. he seriously needed to be scolded over his cursing.

“ukai!”

•••

in the first time in, well, ever, suga was actually excited to be doing an interview for the documentary crew. why? because of this year’s secret santa.

“so this year, for the first time ever, i got finally y/n for secret santa. i’m pretty excited about it, and i really wanted to do something special for her, so i got her this teapot. as much coffee as she drinks here, y/n is way more of a tea person—i would know—so with this she can make tea at her desk.” suga said excitedly, showing off your gift for the camera.

“but i also stuffed it with some inside jokes, that’s what makes it so special, you know.” he continued, carefully digging through the teapot to show off said inside jokes. “like, this is my high school volleyball photo. she saw it fall out of my wallet on my first day here, and it really made her laugh. not sure why, but i’m letting her have it now.”

with the biggest grin on his face, suga dug through the teapot for more, pulling out a wasabi packet, but it wasn’t just any ordinary packet of wasabi. this had a story behind it, one that had meaning for suga.

“ooh. this is a wasabi packet. she put this on a hot dog a couple years ago because she thought it was relish.” he explained. “i thought it was really funny, so i kept the other two.”

after telling the wasabi story, suga held up a mini toy of a chili pepper with a kawaii face, but made a squeaking noise when someone squished it. poor sound guy jumped when it almost blasted his eardrums.

“this is actually a toy for dogs or babies or something, i don’t know.” suga shrugged. “but i saw it, it was cute, and it reminded me of awards night, so i thought; why not?”

but the most important gift of all—one that outsold everything in that teapot—was a card suga wrote just for you, detailing his feelings towards you all on paper. “and then, uh, this is a special card i wrote for y/n… because christmas is the time to tell people how you feel.”

oh, the documentary crew was going to eat this up.

•••

kiyoko and yachi were put up with the task of decorating for the party, forcing many of their coworkers to partake. they also had to deal with ukai’s hack job of a christmas tree. the two girls tried their best to salvage it, throwing as many ornaments and tinsel on it as possible, but it was a losing battle. it was just going to be an ugly tree, so they put the rest of their effort into decorating the conference room.

when it seemed like they were done with everything, kiyoko made her rounds, examining each decoration, but by the end, she wasn’t a fan. “i don’t like it.”

“you… don’t?” yachi questioned.

honestly, it was the perfect scene; red and green decorations perfectly put together, all strategically placed, but if kiyoko didn’t like it, then it simply meant that more work needed to be done.

“we need more lights.” kiyoko said. “i need someone tall.”

“count me out.” tsukishima, who sat down while drinking a soda, spoke up. he had been put through enough, he was tired of decorating.

“i wasn’t asking you, tsukki.” kiyoko rolled her eyes.

“only yamaguchi is allowed to call me that.” tsukishima said.

“whatever.” she scoffed. “uh, who’s super tall and buff…?”

kiyoko and yachi share a look. they instantly knew exactly who to find.

“asahi.” they say in unison.

not only were the two girls on the same page, they knew exactly how to rope asahi into this mess, and it was all up to yachi to get the job done. “asahi, help! i’m dying!”

“dying?! who’s dying?!” asahi bolted into the conference room, only to find no one was actually in trouble.

“i’m dying… for you to hang up these lights for us.” yachi said with a grin as she held up a roll of christmas lights.

he didn’t have much choice, so asahi let out a sigh before ultimately giving in. “okay…”

•••

“i found that asahi will do pretty much anything for me because he’s afraid i’ll be a scaredy cat around him again.” yachi spoke confidently to the camera while the party preparations were happening behind her. “he’d probably commit murder for me, who knows?”

asahi, who overheard her, yelled out in defense for himself. “that is NOT true!”

“keep hanging up those lights!” she yelled at asahi, who immediately went back to work, further solidifying her point. “see? he totally would. he’s the best.”

•••

right before the party was about to start, ukai exited his office dressed like santa. you immediately laugh and try to mask it with a cough, but ukai caught you anyways. “something funny, y/n?”

“yeah, you look ridiculous.” you snort, covering your mouth to muffle out your laughter.

“that’s the point. this party is supposed to be fun.” ukai said sassily. “i want everyone to let loose. i want this party to be reminiscent of my frat boy days.”

“you were in a frat? what was it called?” you ask him, intrigued to hear his answer.

“beta schmeta—” yeah, he wasn’t actually in a frat. “whatever. all i’m trying to say is i want everyone to get lit!”

you cringe at ukai’s use of outdated slang. “that is so seven years ago…”

“yeah, and i want it to happen anyway.” he said.

“your way of getting lit is drinking, and we’re not allowed to have liquor in the office, so...” you reply. you were always one to follow rules. well, for the most part, at least. it was hard to have any sort of structure at an office ran by someone like ukai.

“don’t… don’t remind me, dammit.” ukai cursed. “stupid corporate losers. like booze ever killed anybody.”

you always found your boss was painfully stupid at times, and this was definitely one of those times. but even so, you tried to combat it every time, always failing no matter what.

“but booze has killed—” you began to say.

“anyway!” he cut you off, tired of this conversation and ready to party. ukai then waved tanaka over to him so they could get the party started. “tanaka, let’s get this show on the road! announcement, everybody! listen to tanaka because he’s a better at yelling than me, as shown earlier when he yelled in my face!”

“yes, everybody listen up!” tanaka yelled out. “you better have your presents wrapped up and ready to go under the tree because we will not wait for you and you will be disqualified from secret santa! don’t be that guy! nobody likes to be that guy, so don’t be him!”

you let out a groan as you grab your present for secret santa from under your desk, eyeing the camera on your way to put it under the tree.

“please, don’t let this party suck ass.” you whisper to yourself. you hear tsukishima snicker behind you, an “ow!” soon following, assuming it was yamaguchi smacking him on the back of his head.

•••

“i love christmas. christmas is fun. it’s the best time of the year besides my birthday.” ukai said, still dressed like santa, knowing this would be seen on television one day. “why do i love christmas, you may ask? because i get free stuff, and who doesn’t love free stuff?”

•••

everyone gathered around the tree, placing their presents underneath. one could compare it to christmas morning with your family. some may argue that this office is like a family, while some may think otherwise, but regardless, it was nice for everyone to be together in harmony.

after daichi and tanaka argued over who would light up the tree—mainly because daichi didn’t trust him with outlets—tanaka was finally given the rein, or, well, extension cord.

“everybody ready?” he asked, a mix of nods and “uh-huh” in response.

“okay, and…” the tree is lit up, but it’s quite dim. “yikes.”

silence plagued the room. no one expected the lighting of the tree to be so anti-climatic, especially since the office makes such a big deal out of christmas every year. kiyoko practically wanted to die of embarrassment given she was responsible for the decorations, even if yachi was the one who brought in the lights from her apartment.

while no one said a word, you were the one to speak up, praising the tree for kiyoko and yachi’s sake. “well, i think the tree looks quite nice.”

“thanks, y/n, but you don’t have to lie.” yachi frowned.

“no, it’s a lovely tree.” ukai insisted. “let’s do secret santa now, okay? tanaka, pick who gets the first present.”

tanaka walked over to the tree and picked up a random present, reading who its intended for. “and it’s… tsukishima.”

“oh?” once handed the gift, tsukishima ripped away the wrapping paper to unveil a dinosaur plushie. much to everyone’s surprise, he was delighted by the gift. “aw, this is actually really nice.”

“oh, thank god.” nishinoya let out the biggest sigh of relief one could take. “that was from me.”

“wow, thanks, nishinoya.” tsukishima said with a smile. someone may as well pass out from shock now. christmas truly brought all types of miracles.

•••

“that is literally the nicest thing tsukishima will ever say to me!” nishinoya exclaimed. “i’m serious! i’ve officially peaked at life!”

•••

secret santa rolled along smoothly so far. suga ended up getting a card, which contained a twenty dollar bill inside, the limit for this year’s secret santa. kageyama claimed he didn’t know what to get, but suga wasn’t all too phased by it. who doesn’t like free money? besides, he was too eager for it to be your turn. luckily for him, it was happening right now.

“y/n, you’re next.” suga perked up once he heard your name, knowing your present would be from him.

you take the box from tanaka with a grin before opening up your gift. inside was the teapot suga spoke of to the documentary crew earlier, although you weren’t aware of its secret contents inside just yet, especially the card. you show off the teapot to your coworkers, and suga was notably the only one excited to see it in your hands. it made you wonder who your secret santa happened to be…

“wow, thank you very much, santa.” you say slyly. “whoever you are, you did good.”

“there’s a little more to it.” suga leaned over and said to you quietly.

oh. so your inkling of a suspicion was right, after all. now you were itching to see what was inside, but the office had to keep the show rolling, which completely distracted you from the anticipation.

“alright, next. asahi.” tanaka threw the present to asahi, which made ukai freak out.

“jesus, tanaka!” he yelled out. such a reaction instantly gave away that ukai was the one to get a gift for asahi. “easy, easy!”

moving on from ukai’s sudden outburst, asahi unwrapped his gift, shocked to see what was inside. “an ipad?”

yeah, ukai got asahi an ipad. asahi was just as shocked as everyone else, and he was the one to receive such a gift. clearly ukai felt he could bend the rules, but no one was happy about it, and it would surely be known soon enough.

“woah. wow. jeez. somebody really got carried away with the spirit of christmas...” ukai said, acting all nonchalant before he revealed himself as asahi’s secret santa, but everyone figures it out anyway. “that was me, i got a little carried away.”

“i don’t even know what to do with this…” asahi said to himself.

“ukai, you got way more than carried away.” you scolded your boss. “you spent god knows what on that thing! we had a limit!”

“okay, well, who cares?” ukai shrugged. “it doesn't matter what i spent. what matters is that christmas is fun, right?”

“it’s kind of unfair.” you cross your arms, but ukai could care less about your irritation, although everyone else was in agreement with you.

“whatever.” he rolled his eyes. “who’s next?”

“you are, ukai.” tanaka said.

“i am? great.” ukai was handed a small bag, opening it up and finding mittens inside, which he wasn’t happy about whatsoever. “really?”

“i knitted them myself…” yachi said shyly. she knew she should’ve knitted a scarf instead.

“mittens? pft, okay.” ukai then proceeded to walk out, confusing everyone.

“uh… did he just leave?”

•••

“these mittens? pathetic. i gave asahi an ipad for christ’s sake. i spent my hard earned money while yachi just did some fucking knitting.” ukai complained, unbothered by his cursing for the umpteenth time. “censor me, i don’t care!”

•••

left to their own devices, the employees of japan pulp and paper weren’t sure if they should continue secret santa without their boss. thankfully, ukai returned with a solution, although not a great one.

“i got it!” he burst through the office doors as if nothing happened. “we are going to turn secret santa into yankee swap.”

“what’s yankee swap?” suga questioned.

“one person chooses a gift, then the next person can either choose a gift or steal that person's gift. if your gift gets stolen, then you can steal somebody else's gift or choose a new gift.” ukai explained. it was confusing coming out of his mouth, but you were just going to roll with it anyway.

“yuck, why are we doing this?” tsukishima questioned, wanting absolutely no parts of ukai’s typical nonsense.

“because it's better, more special.” ukai replied. “duh.”

tsukishima wasn’t the only one who didn’t like this idea. kiyoko was practically fuming about it, especially since it spawned from ukai’s strong dislike towards yachi’s gift. “it’s mean, ukai. that’s what it is.”

“it’s not mean.” he said. kiyoko couldn’t believe how much of an ass he was being right now.

“yes, it is.” she argued. “you’re only doing this because you hate your present and you’re bitter yachi didn’t ball out for you like you did for asahi, which no one asked you to do, by the way.”

“no, it’s not.” ukai argued back. “just give it a shot.”

“i’d rather not, actually. i’ll be taking my present, which is…” kiyoko picked up a card with her name on it and opened it up. “a gift card for coffee. thanks, takeda. and whoever doesn’t want any part of this nonsense can take their gifts and hang with me in the conference room. yachi and i made sugar cookies and they’re very delicious.”

as kiyoko and yachi went to the conference for some real fun, suga followed, much to ukai’s surprise, including yours, although your boss was more vocal about it. “really, suga?”

“yeah, you guys have fun.” suga said before disappearing into the conference room.

“i’m coming too.” tsukishima stood up, clutching onto his new plushie. he couldn’t believe he and suga were on the same page for once. “for the sugar cookies, obviously.”

“yeah, okay.” suga snickered. well, not totally on the same page.

“shut up, sugawara.” tsukishima scoffed before dragging yamaguchi with him to the conference room.

as you watched suga leave with the others, part of you felt guilty. you wanted to follow him, but at the same time, you didn’t want to seem like a little puppy dog following its owner. besides, you were itching to get that ipad too. the teapot is just a teapot, right? you didn’t think there could be anything that special about it, but you couldn’t be more wrong right now.

•••

“why didn’t you opt out of yankee swap?” one of the crew members asked you, stirring the pot—or teapot—for the sake of the drama with suga.

“i don’t know. i thought it’d be fun.” you lie with a little shrug before revealing the whole truth. “plus, i kind of want to get the ipad. i can binge watch my shows with it while ryo hogs up the tv.”

this was totally ruining the crew’s spicy plans right now.

•••

while ukai’s yankee swap commenced, suga obsessively watched the events unravel from the conference room. he didn’t even try one of kiyoko and yachi’s sugar cookies yet. the man was a mess, hoping and praying that teapot wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands. it was meant for you and only you, why would you chance giving it up? suga knew it had to be the ipad. he never hated ukai more than he did right now for buying that stupid thing.

the others sat around quietly playing christmas music, snacking on cookies and chatting in the midst of suga’s lovelorn crisis. kiyoko decided to go talk to him and figure out what was up with him, but she had to do a bit of warming up first.

“hey, suga.” she said, forcing him out of his trance. “who did you get for secret santa?”

“oh, um, i got y/n.” suga replied.

to be honest, kiyoko was shocked that suga was capable was picking out something so sweet, but then again, this was suga. of course he would do that. “aw, cute. i really like that teapot.”

“i put little inside jokes inside the teapot.” he added. “plus, um, a really personal card.”

“saying…?” she raised an eyebrow.

“nothing. it’s not important.” suga shook his head. such a terrible lie.

“i think it is, sugawara.” kiyoko said.

suga hated how kiyoko was catching up to him. why did he have to mention that the card was really personal? it was more than just personal, the poor sap poured his feelings out to you in that card. he read it over a dozen times, making sure there were no spelling or grammar mistakes whatsoever. his brain felt like mush by the time he felt the card had reached its best version. this gift had to be perfect, but it never stood a chance at being that way, it seemed.

he had to get the attention off his back before kiyoko fully got the picture of the gift’s important, and thankfully, he knew exactly where to push her buttons. as suga once said, manipulation at its finest.

“shouldn’t you be worried about tanaka giving up the gift you got him?” he questioned. yeah, he heard a little bit from the grapevine about that.

“how did you know?” kiyoko gasped. she knew someone had to snitch. “yachi, was it you?!”

“no, never!” yachi exclaimed.

“actually, daichi told me.” suga smirked.

“that bitch.” kiyoko cursed. it was one more reason to want to slap the shit out of daichi. “whatever. i don’t care what he does with my gift anyway…”

suga let out a chuckle knowing kiyoko was playing off her crush on tanaka—one that was much more innocent than how he felt about you, an engaged woman—but his laughter quickly faded when he looked back at what was going on outside. “oh no.”

“oh no, what?” kiyoko questioned.

“hinata has the teapot.” suga replied. he then let out a loud groan, one that caught the attention of tsukishima who was trying to figure out why suga was acting more of a weirdo than usual.

“oh god, he’ll break it.” yachi said with a quiet gasp.

“i can’t watch.” suga turned away, covering his face with his hands. this was too painful for him to bear.

“y/n took the ipad.” kiyoko spoke up. as if hearing that made this any better.

“please don’t commentate like it’s a football game, kiyoko.” suga whined.

“sorry…”

tsukishima furrowed his eyebrows as he watched suga wail in agony, then gave a look to the camera. he had a weird feeling about this.

•••

“i’m just going to throw a theory out there.” tsukishima said plainly. “you don’t have to say anything, but i can read your faces. sugawara has feelings for y/n, doesn’t he?”

the documentary crew was unsure how to respond, but tsukishima guessed it right instantly. they knew, one by one, slowly but surely, the whole office would figure it out.

“that’s what i thought.”

•••

yankee swap continued, and it only got worse from there. your teapot was passed around like a hot potato, and it was torturous for suga to watch it all unfold. the sparkling cider kiyoko brought just wasn’t sparkling enough for him to dull this soul-sucking ache in his heart.

“i have to get that teapot back.” suga said. “if y/n doesn’t want it, then no one else should have it…”

it’s true. not even because of the card, but because it was specifically catered for you. outside it was just a teapot, but inside was a plethora of memories from your years of friendship. suga may be hopelessly in love with you, but your friendship meant the world to him at the end of the day.

“that’s…” yamaguchi paused. there was only one way to describe this. “really depressing.”

“it’s cause he has feelings for her.” tsukishima blurted out. everyone turned and looked at him in shock. did he really just say that right now?

“do not!” suga protested.

this was suga’s worst nightmare. was it always obvious? did anyone else know? did you know already? the questions swirled in his head a mile a minute. he was absolutely freaking out. from you giving up the teapot to this fiasco, the holidays simply couldn’t get any worse for suga. he just couldn’t catch a break, it seemed.

“ha, you so do! i figured you out, sugawara. you’re in love with y/n.” tsukishima smirked, almost finding joy in his suffering. actually, he found joy in everyone’s suffering, so this wasn’t much different, but since it was suga, he found it much more thrilling.

“what do you want? money?” suga asked desperately. it was the only solution he could think of so this secret wouldn’t spill anywhere else.

and since he mentioned it, tsukishima wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. “yeah, gimme that twenty kageyama gave you.”

“suga, wait.” kiyoko stopped him. “do you really have feelings for y/n?”

ignoring her question, suga quickly handed the money to tsukishima. kiyoko couldn’t believe it. he really did have feelings for you, and now everyone in the room knew it. “oh my god…”

“this secret doesn’t leave this room.” suga demanded. he bought tsukishima’s silence, but luckily for him, everyone else didn’t need to be convinced with money. at least he hoped so...

now that he got that out of the way, suga checked in to see what was going on at the party, and it seemed like yankee swap had ended. worst of all, your teapot was nowhere in his sight. “wait, they’re dispersing. why are they dispersing?”

“ukai probably did something stupid and ruined the party even more.” tsukishima scoffed.

“who has the teapot? who has it?!” suga asked frantically like a madman.

“i think i see tanaka with it.” yachi said, pointing to him with what seemed like the teapot in his possession. it was worse than hinata having it, honestly, and suga needed it back now.

“NO!”

suga bolted out of the conference room, scanning the office floor to find tanaka. however, you walk up to him, holding the ipad in your hands. “hey! ukai left to get booze. he said screw the rules, i guess.”

“oh, really?” he asked. “great. i’ll need it.”

“yankee swap was kinda chaotic, but look who came out on top?” you say excitedly, showing him your new gift.

“that’s nice.” suga said quickly so he could get back to his mission. “uh, where’s tanaka?”

“break room.” you reply.

“great, thanks.” suga swiftly walked past you, abruptly ending your conversation. you found it a little odd, but ended up shrugging it off and heading back to your desk.

in a flash, suga walked into the break room, finding tanaka right where he needed him. “hey, tanaka. i need to talk to you. it’s about the teapot.”

“nuh-uh.” tanaka shook his head. he knew exactly what suga was up to, but he didn’t quite know the reason why, he just knew suga wanted that teapot. “don’t even, suga. this is mine.”

“really?” suga sighed. he had to get it back, someway, somehow. “look, it has sentimental value, tanaka. can i buy it from you? i’m willing to pay a lot.”

“no. i want it. i'm going to use it.” tanaka held it close to his chest like it was a baby.

“you don't even drink tea.” suga said.

“true.” tanaka shrugged. “but it lowkey looks like i could make a bong out of it.”

oh god. this was definitely way worse than hinata having the teapot.

•••

“to think that my gift for y/n will be used for that…” suga began to say, taking a deep breath, almost overcome with emotion. “it’s just too much for me.”

•••

suga walked out of the break room, absolutely defeated he couldn’t get the teapot back. even worse, he found you showing off your new gift to ryo, crushing him even more. despite the pang in his heart, suga couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.

“this is awesome.” he heard ryo say.

“i know.” you reply. “look at the quality on this thing. i can watch stuff in 4k on this.”

“yeah, i was gonna get you one of these for christmas, but now i don't have to since you got one for free.” he said happily, thrilled at the thought of not having to spend that much money on you. it made suga want to barf. “i'm gonna save a ton of money.”

“so what are you going to get me instead?” you ask him.

“i don't know. probably like, an ugly sweater or something.” ryo shrugged.

you look to the camera in disgust before their attention turned to ukai coming back to the office with bottles of alcohol. as if you needed more of that in your life after what happened last time you drank.

“ho, ho, ho!” ukai greeted everyone, on theme with his silly outfit. “santa has come with spirits, as in booze.”

“we’re really not supposed to serve alcohol, ukai…” takeda said, trying to keep his job by the end of the day.

“no one cares, specs.” ukai scoffed, typical when it came to talking to takeda. “it’s a party and it’s christmas! if i can't throw a good party for my employees, then i’m the worst boss ever, and that contradicts with my world’s best boss awards! so, who wants a drink?”

practically everyone raised their hands instantly.

•••

“if i’ve learned anything from my time at japan pulp and paper, it’s that alcohol solves all your problems.” ukai grinned. what terrible advice, the crew thought. “everyone’s having a good time, and why is that? alcohol. i’m such a good influence!”

•••

despite the whole secret santa fiasco, everyone seemed to be having a good time. at least now you could all have fun, even if it was with the help of alcohol. well, plus the food too. that too always helped.

while christmas music blared and many of your coworkers danced on the office floor, suga found you sitting behind your desk, wondering why you weren’t partaking in the festive shenanigans.

“you know, you don't have to answer calls during a party.” he said cheekily. “just thought you should know.”

“oh, i know.” you say, revealing the teapot to suga, showing that it was now yours once again. “i was just checking out my new teapot here.”

“what?” suga gasped. “but how?”

“well, it ended up with nishinoya after tanaka traded it for kiyoko’s gift, so i didn’t have to do much convincing to get it back.” you explained to him. “i figured, you know, letting it go was really stupid of me because what should matter most is that the gift is from you, so i went to get it back. i hope you’re not mad at me...”

it was a christmas miracle for suga, even if you simply just made a trade with nishinoya. of course he would give it up for the ipad. thank god he did, and thank god you were willing to let go of such a lucrative gift for one made with love instead. words couldn’t describe the relief suga felt right now.

“i’m glad, actually. and not to be totally biased right now, but this is an amazing gift because it comes with bonus gifts.” suga said. “look inside.”

suga’s reassurance put you at ease, and as directed, you look inside the teapot, pulling out his infamous volleyball photo. you had never been so happy to have that teapot. if only you knew before. “oh my god. no way.”

•••

you proudly hold up your teapot for the documentary crew, a huge grin on your face, one that only suga could bring out of you. “yeah, i think i made the right choice.”

•••

you looked through the rest of the contents in the teapot, and while you weren’t looking, suga stole the card he wrote back and shoved it in his pocket. he just couldn’t bring himself to let you read it. maybe someday, but not today. the timing is just wrong.

“is this a chili pepper?” you ask as you hold up the toy.

“yeah, cause you’re banned from chili’s. look, it makes noises.” suga squeezed the chili pepper, accidentally ghosting his fingers over yours, and you jump from the squeaking sound coming out of the chili pepper toy. totally not from his soft touch either.

you felt like an idiot for giving this up before. it helped you learn to not judge a book by its cover. you knew that’s something you learn as a kid, but sometimes you have to learn something all over again as an adult. at least you came to your senses. there was still so much for you to figure out.

“you’ve outdone yourself, suga.” you smile and look into suga’s eyes.

“it’s about time i got you for secret santa.” suga replied. god, why did you have to be so beautiful?

“yeah, it really has.“ you say, holding your gaze before gulping when you think you’ve been staring at him for too long. little did you know, he wouldn’t have minded looking into your eyes a little longer. “merry christmas, suga.”

if suga has learned anything about christmas, it’s that it’s definitely not the time to tell people how you feel. he knew that now, no matter how much it hurt. in his eyes, if you had to take some time to come around to fully accepting the teapot, then you had to take your time accepting a life without ryo, potentially in favor for a life with him instead. the only question now was when? it was only a matter of time before suga will grow impatient.

sometimes suga felt like he was better off shoving his feelings down his throat, and you felt the same way. what you have is beautifully complicated, but suga swore that one day he’d tell you how he felt. it just had to be the perfect time.

“merry christmas, y/n.”

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[eldritchsnowflake]

danganronpa s/i - francis triggs

left is him while he's on his show, the right is how he looks day to day

name: francis triggs

alias(es)/nicknames: frankie, frank, the ultimate reality tv star

age: 17

gender/pronouns: cisgender male, he/they

sexuality: unlabelled

powers?: n/a

backstory:

francis was born to parents who were already minor stars in their own light- though their relevance was fading, so when they were approached and given the opportunity to have a reality show based around their child, they accepted without a second thought.

from practically the moment that he was born, everything in francis' life was curated for the everyday person's viewing pleasure, even before he could begin to understand it. to him, this was normal, just how life was to be led for them.

they took their first steps on camera and, so long as ratings continued, they would likely die on camera. it was just a fact of life he wasn't to question- especially when cameras were rolling.

francis was 11 when he first fully processed the fact he was being recorded constantly, having fallen off a small ledge while trying to impress a girl who had been set up as their love interest and who francis didn't realise at the time was only there for a paycheck and to jumpstart an acting career. when they fell and cut open their chin, crying out for help before realising that the camera was still focussed on them, staring back at them recording.

since then he's been trying to figure out what to do with this information. sure, he always knew he was being recorded, but the reality of that had never settled in. he has noticed every odd phrasing to try and promote a sponsored product, how people seem to change when the flashing lights of the camera stop.

at 15, he got an acceptance letter to hope's peak academy as the ultimate reality tv star, and he decided to take the chance to finally figure out who he was without the pressure of being the characterisation that was decided for him.

extra:

due to restrictions that the production team had around francis and how he was supposed to be raised, he had never even heard a curse word or crude humour until he entered hope's peak. the first time was being cursed out by miu. he immediately teared up because it was his first glimpse of freedom

because of the restrictions on what could and couldn't be shown because of copyright, francis has also never really watched much tv or movies; most of what they have watched being smaller company's work/public domain things.

he's mostly only ever eaten food from brands that sponsored the show- often leading to him eating the same five foods for months, because of this they really love teruteru's cooking, as they'd never really had a good home-style meal before then.

due to being on a show most of their life, francis almost always had a full face of makeup on for the cameras, covering the scar on their jawline and the prominent eye bags. they also never learned to style their own hair properly- at most only ever brushing it themself.

ever since he began attending hope's peak, he decided he's quitting the show as soon as he's 18. he's not sure what he's going to do after that, but he doesn't want to be a tool for other people's entertainment anymore.

falls for peer pressure far, far too easily.

often gets paralysed trying to make the most simple of decisions due to not being used to actually being able to make choices

associated selfships;

monokid - romantic selfship teruteru hanamura - romantic selfship yasuhiro hagakure - romantic selfship aoi asahina - platonic selfship chiaki nanami - platonic selfship chihiro fujisaki - platonic selfship gonta gokuhara - platonic selfship gundham tanaka - platonic selfship hifumi yamada - platonic selfship himiko yumeno - platonic selfship ibuki mioda - platonic selfship kiibo - platonic selfship kirumi tojo - platonic selfship korekiyo shinguji - platonic selfship makoto naegi - platonic selfship mukuro ikusaba - platonic selfship ryoma hoshi - platonic selfship sonia nevermind - platonic selfship

[pinkandbeelz]

My Haikyuu headcanons Karasuno Part 1 - FIRST YEARS

By Beelz

This Colour means = Pink has contributed to the idea.

Hinata Shoyo

🧡• Has diagnosed ADHD. He is constantly very resteless and unfocused, the main reason why he has bad grades. Constantly forgets to take his meds, especially before exams, because he overthinks and worries himself too much beforehand. Has periods of time were he will just hyperfixate on volleyball, and the team especially has to keep an eye on him during these times because he may get too focused during a game and mess up frequently, ruining the flow of the game.

🧡• Before he discovered volleyball, he enjoyed skateboarding, and he still does. He skates to school every morning, along with the occasional morning walks with Kageyama. Alternatively, Hinata uses a skateboard as opposed to his iconic bicycle.

🧡• When he was younger, he would stand outside in the rain, like plants would grow, he thought he would too. His parents told him it as a joke, considering he was always shorter than all his classmates, his parents had never expected him to actually take it seriously and did it for about a month before his parents had to get him to stop because he kept getting awful colds afterwards.

🧡• Loves spending time with the club outside of school, whether it be spending time at Ukai's store or playing just dance at Tanaka's place. Everyone knows that he'll be there every time. The team is like a second family and often doesn't have much to do at home, so he always responds quickly and always shows up.

🧡• After meeting Kenma and getting his number, they often chat about random things. Often, it's early morning, while kenma is getting ready for bed, and Hinata is getting ready for a morning run, at around 5am. Hinata will usually ramble on about his day or how a practice match went, Kenma will often listen while playing a random video game. Sometimes, they video call each other - while Kenma will put on a puzzle game for them both to play, Hinata often seeing a different way than Kenma, they usually win fairly quickly.

Kagyama Tobio

🥛• Loves morning walks. He will usually go with Hinata, as he knows that Hinata also needs to release some energy before the day begins. He loves the fresh smell of morning air, the sound of the trees rustling in the wind, while watching Hinata skateboard his way down the street, a couple meters in front of him.

🥛• Kageyama is very short-tempered and often needs to get away from things to clear his head. He might just sit by the ocean front while thinking about things that may have annoyed him years ago that he's still not over yet.

🥛• After he found out that Hinata skateboarded, he got into the idea of it, too. Sometimes, after school, Hinata would offer to let Kageyama borrow his skateboard to try use - as they walk home together on the same route. At the beging, it usually consisted of Hinata laughing when Kageyama fell off or couldn't go in the right direction. However, a few months later, he began to get the hang of it and eventually got his own skateboard, too, often him and Hinata will skate home together.

🥛• When he was younger, at Christmas, Kageyama would open the back of his advent calander and eat all the chocolates before the right day. He found out from his older sister one year and hasn't stopped doing it since.

🥛• One day, Hinata asked if Kageyama could teach him how to play the piano. Hinata only asked this because he noticed Kags had a piano in his house that belonged to his sister. So Hinata put two and two together and decided Kageyama looked like he could play the piano, so one day Kags invited him over and tried his best to teach him. Unsurprisingly, the session only resulted in a lot of keyboard smashing and almost ended up with someone's head being smashed into the keys - wether it was voluntary or not

Tsukishima Kei

🎧 • One year, when he was little, him and his family travelled over to britain. They went to a huge fancy museum that had a giant dinosaur skeleton at the entrance. After seeing it, he refused to look anywhere else for the rest of that day. This was the start of his dinosaur obsession.

🎧 • Always makes fun of the people shorter than him because he used to hate being tall. He was always told it was a good thing, but he hated standing out - being the tallest kid he was always pointed out and talked about by other kids. However, after he joined the volleyball club in middle school, he realised it was a blessing - and he can quite literally look down on people, so that was a plus

🎧 • Usually when he's overwhelmed or looking for a place to escape, he will just listen to music wether it be in school, walking home, or in the club room - its his way out of any stressful situations.

🎧 • He treasures his headphones as his brother gave them to him as a birthday gift when he turned 10. Akiteru had started working a few hours a week, and every bit of money he earned went towards the headphones. And for that, he was utterly grateful.

🎧 • Wastes the majority of his allowance on fluffy blankets and train rides. He loves watching the sunset on the beach, usually it would be just him and Yamaguchi - they started doing this shortly after their established friendship, but after joining Karasuno there have been times were he has invited the whole team out for a nice relaxing view, sometimes even a barbeque. Yamaguchi would invite them out for his tsunedere ass. Tsukki doesn’t wanna admit he likes them.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

🍠• Yamaguchi's first job was working at Shimada Mart. The job came up when Shimada overheard Yamaguchi talking about wanting a job somewhere, but was worried about the opportunity because he's never properly worked professionally before. He was really appreciate when he took on the job. Everything was great, he was good at doing what he was asked, always on time, etc. The only problem was that whenever a customer would ask him about something he would just freeze up, often reply stuttering and end up giving the wrong information to the customer.

🍠• After an awkward day of school, and or work, he would just lay in bed at night staring at his ceiling thinking about how dumb he must've looked standing awkwardly trying and failing to awnser simple questions.

🍠• Yamaguchi is very shy by nature, but when he's around the team, he opens up a lot. He often surprises himself with how much he is himself around his friends and how often they push him out of him comfort zone and most of the time ends up finding things he really enjoys doing with the Karasuno team along the way.

🍠• After various field trips with the team, hes found he really enjoys them. Sometimes, he manages to coax Takeda into letting them borrow the school bus. Allowing Daichi to drive as he's the only one who actually has a licence out of the entire team. It's never clear where they're going to go that night, but its always a good time wherever or whenever they go.

🍠• Has awful social anxiety. He gets really anxious when he has to do a public presentation in class. Most of the time, he'll ask Tsukishima to order food on the phone since he's too scared to do it. Absolutely hates crying in public and / or in front of people, but usually can't even control it

Yachi Hitoka

🎀• In Yachi's elementary school, they did Christmas shows for the parents every year - she loved them, and this started her adoration for acting, making it a job she vanted to pursue in the future. She always tried out for the big roles in plays when she was in elementary school. One year, she got the role of Mary from the "Nativity" play. She did a great job on stage, but as she got older she got more shy and began to stop asking for specific role - however her parents were good friends with her teacher and managed to speak for her, usually scoring Yachi a role with a lot of lines, which she was grateful for.

🎀• Once time during practice, Kiyoko called Yachi "Yacchan". She never recovered

🎀• Because Yachi wanted to be an actor when she graduated high school, she learned how to do a model walk. Every now and then, she'll randomly do a model walk in the corriders, walking back from helping at the volleyball club (when the halls are fairly empty). Once, Tsukishima caught her doing it and continued to tease her about it until they graduated, now everytime she decides to do it in the corrider she ends up getting embarrassed - doing an awkward run, trying to escape the embarassment.

🎀• She loves reading romance novels/mangas, but only when she's alone in the privacy of her own room. She only borrows them from the library and hides them under her pillow when she falls asleep. When she would read them and theres an extra adorable scene, she would do the hiding her face in the book and kick her feet thing. Same thing with romance movies - she knows fully well she'll be crying by the end of it. It's a guilty pleasure.

🎀• She bonded with Asahi and Yamaguchi over their mutual anxiety. Asahi, as the oldest, is trying to teach them both to be less nervous.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed :) Thank you very much, Pink, for the help writing this!

-Beelz

[rjjameshiii]

RJ's Platinum Collection #62: Persona 4 Golden

Achieved on 3/3/2025 at 11:42 PM

I always had known of the Persona series, but I never actually played it. And then one day, I decided to give it a try. So I bought a Persona game, and started playing it, and I became hooked. I became obsessed. It was one of the most fun video game experiences I ever had, and I was determined to get the Platinum for it.

That game.......was Persona 5.

Yeah, I actually played Persona 5 up until the boss of the second dungeon, but then I had a catastrophic system glitch and lost my save file. I was very sad and annoyed, so I decided to take a break from Persona 5 and try something else.

That something else ended up being Persona 4 Golden. And if I thought I had loved Persona 5, I was not prepared for how much I would end up adoring Persona 4.

As soon as I began playing Persona 4, I wondered to myself "How did I miss this gem for so long?". I immediately fell in love with the game and the characters. And I also loved how different the plot was from Persona 5, and was excited to join these small town teenagers in discovering the truth behind a series of murders related to the strange world inside the TV's.

I now know that the Persona 4 protagonist has the canon name Yu Narukami, but at the time of my first playthrough, I gave him the name Rin Yamanouchi. I played the game blind, using my knowledge of the similar mechanics from Persona 5, and got three trophies early on.

1/50: The Other Self - Obtain the Persona Izanagi.

2/50: Advantage Mine - Enter a battle with Player Advantage.

3/50: A Favor for Marie - Register a Skill Card.

Now I will say that, going into this game, I had already known that there were guides on how to 100% the game as quickly as possible. Like, guides that told you exactly what to do day-by-day in order to unlock all the trophies. And at first, I didn't want to do that. I wanted to play the game completely blind.

And then I failed to rescue Yukiko before the deadline.

From that point on, I decided that I could still enjoy the game even if I was using a playthrough guide. So I restarted the game, and this time I played following the 100% Schedule Guide. I know some people might not agree with his decision, but the important thing is that I was correct, and I was still able to thoroughly enjoy the game even when I was playing following a guide.

So I continued on with Rin, now renamed to his canon name Yu, and played through the entire game day by day.

4/50: Lucky Me! - Win a prize from the vending machine.

5/50: Persona Shopper - Buy a Persona from the Compendium.

6/50: Seize The Moment - Buy a special croquette from Sozai Daigaku.

7/50: It's Working Today - Buy an item from the Capsule Machine.

8/50: Fashion Plate - Fight a battle in costume.

9/50: Tactical Fighter - Exploit enemy weaknesses 100 times.

10/50: Skilled Commander - Perform 50 All-Out Attacks.

11/50: A Prince Appears - Rescue Yukiko Amagi.

12/50: Grasping At Greed - Defeat a Golden Hand.

13/50: A True Man's Stand - Rescue Kanji Tatsumi.

Real quick note: Kanji is Best Boy. That is all.

14/50: Bug Hunter - Swing the bug net with perfect timing.

15/50: Fill Your Hand - Get 50 Sweep Bonuses.

16/50: Displaying Adaptability - Switch Personas 5 times in one battle.

17/50: The Lounge Is Closed - Rescue Rise Kujikawa.

18/50: Granter Of Your Desires - Buy 5 things from Tanaka's Amazing Commodities.

One thing to mention is that, by following the guide, there were some points where I would do things specifically to get trophies, and then reload a previous save in order to keep things running smoothly. Save files REALLY came in handy a lot in this game. You bet your ass I was making sure to use a Goho-M and save the game before any boss fight.

19/50: Movie Buff - Go to three movies at 30 Frame.

20/50: Head of the Class - Rank #1 in your class on an exam.

21/50: The Nose Doesn't Always Know - Experience a fusion accident.

22/50: Special Fusion Expert - Use 4 or more Personas in a special fusion.

23/50: Game Over - Secure Mitsuo Kubo.

24/50: A True Bond - Max out a Social Link.

25/50: Fishing Master - Catch the Sea Guardian.

26/50: Going Nova - Deal over 999 damage in 1 attack.

27/50: Boarded-Up Lab - Rescue Naoto Shirogane.

28/50: Moderate Bookkeeper - Register over 50% of the Persona Compendium.

Also I think most Persona 4 fans can agree that Rise and Yu are just meant to be. I know Yu can romance Chie and Yukiko and Naoto and a few other social link girls, but honestly? Yu and Rise just make the most sense.

Also Rise is Best Girl, I love her so much. Just give me Yu, Rise, and Kanji and I'll be a happy RJ.

Anyways, continuing on with the playthrough and getting trophies!

29/50: A Special Lady - Enter a special relationship with someone.

30/50: The Return of the Angels - Rescue Nanako Dojima.

31/50: Mr. Perfect - Max out all social qualities.

32/50: Food Fighter - Finish Aiya's special dish.

33/50: Big Bro Is Worried - Visit Nanako in the hospital three times.

34/50: Bond Maniac - Max out 10 Social Links.

35/50: Compulsive Reader - Read all books.

36/50: Fusion Expert - Perform 50 Persona fusions.

I will also say that I was genuinely thrown for a loop by the identity of the real killer. Looking back, there were plenty of hints about it, but I was genuinely surprised. I guess I just got tricked by the soft tones of Johnny Yung Bosch's voice. Sigh.

37/50: Breaking Through The Fog - Secure Tohru Adachi.

After capturing Adachi, surprisingly there is still a lot left to do in the game, so I continued following the guide to get more miscellaneous trophies.

38/50: An Acquired Taste - Drink the coffee at Cafe Chagall.

39/50: The Reaper Becomes The Reaped - Defeat the Reaper.

40/50: Cooking With Gas - Make five perfect boxed lunches.

And then it was time for Marie's dungeon. Apparently, Marie's dungeon will ONLY appear in the game if you finish her Social Link. I am glad that I followed the guide, because if I had been playing blind like my first attempt at Persona 4, I would have straight up ignored her. I find Marie deeply annoying, sorry to all Marie fans.

41/50: Welcome Back - Rescue Marie.

After that, all I had left was finishing the last Social Links and then defeating the real final boss, and I had officially finished my first entire playthrough of Persona 4 Golden.

42/50: Legend of Inaba - Max out all Social Links.

43/50: The Truth In Your Hands - Defeat Izanami.

Now it was time for my New Game+ playthrough. I was specifically aiming for the secret Margaret fight that is only available on the final day of a New Game+ playthrough, but I was also going to go for all the remaining skill cards, Personas for the Compendium, and getting 250 unique navigation lines from Rise.

That last one I will get back to.

But I ended up playing the entire game again, and this time I did whatever I wanted, only building up the Social Links that I liked the best, and being an absolute troll and menace. It was great. And by the end of my second playthrough, I got all but two trophies in the game.

44/50: Card Collector - Register 100 Skill Cards.

45/50: Thorough Bookkeeper - Complete the Persona Compendium.

46/50: The Power of Truth - Create Izanagi-no-Okami.

47/50: One Who Has Proven Their Power - Defeat Margaret.

So, you'll notice that even though I began my New Game+ playthrough with the intention of getting Hardcore Risette Fan, I did not get it. This is because I was an idiot and didn't think to keep track of the lines until halfway through the first dungeon with Rise as navigator. I ended up getting so frustrated that I just gave up.

So yes. I actually had to play an entire third playthrough of the game JUST for the sole purpose of unlocking the trophy for hearing 250 of Rise's navigation lines, this time keeping track and spending hours in a dungeon grinding out different lines. It was infuriating, but the pure euphoria I felt when I finally unlocked the trophy was indescribable.

48/50: Hardcore Risette Fan - Hear 250 of Rise's navigation lines.

After that, I only had to do the Miracle Quiz minigame. This is a quiz show where Teddie challenges you to answer trivia questions about Persona 4. And some of these questions are VERY obscure. I think one of them was "how many seats are in the classroom" at the school. It was wild. I ended up using a guide for this as well, and when I won the Finals of the game, I got the Platinum for Persona 4 Golden!

49/50: A New Quiz King - Win the Miracle Quiz Finals.

50/50: Golden Completed - Earn all trophies.

I really enjoyed what little I had actually played of Persona 5, but this game is what made me become a truly obsessed Persona fanatic. I love the setting, I love the characters, I love the dungeons, and even though some parts of this Platinum were frustrating, I loved every minute of the 150 hours it took to get it.

And as of me posting this, Persona 4 Revival has been announced, and I already know I've lost the mental battle to convince myself not to buy it. Persona 4 has a special place in my heart.

Rating: 11/10

[lady-of-ocs]

Snow Crow - A Haikyuu OC: "I'll Think About it"

Takes place before Volleyball Dilemmas I love writing all three of these volleyball boys, but Tanaka was my favorite, I think.

After doing some warmups, Céline and her team head out on a brief jog around campus. The spring air is just warm enough to be comfortable, and cool enough to not be unbearable. It’s nice. 

“My bad!” She turns her head toward the shout and watches as a volleyball comes flying out the doors of the gym. She jogs over and scoops it up, and the sense of comfort and familiarity is practically instantaneous. Her hands slide around the surface of the ball, knowing the pattern on it like the back of her hand. She’s struck with a sense of longing. This is one of the big reasons why she never went to any games despite Nishinoya’s pleas. She’d miss it too much. “Oh, hey, Céline!” Her head turns again and Tanaka Ryuunosuke is standing at the open doors, grinning over at her. She smiles back, spinning the ball in her fingers instinctively. 

“Hey, Tanaka. You lose something?” He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. 

“Yeah, I bounced it off the net at a weird angle. Sorry about that,” he says. She hums. 

“No worries.” The spinning stops and she tosses the ball in the air so that she can bump it over to him. He grins when he catches it, looking at the ball for a moment before he looks at her. 

“Hey, if you’re not busy, Daichi and Suga were wanting to talk to you about something,” he says. She glances in the direction she’s meant to be running, watching some of the girls who fell behind jog by, then she looks back at Tanaka. 

“I’ve got to catch up with my girls. I can stop by after we’re all done with practice, though,” she says. Tanaka shifts the ball in his hands, grinning at her. 

“Sure! I’ll let them know you’re coming,” he says. Then, from inside the gym:

“Tanaka! Get back to work!” Céline chuckles at Daichi’s roar and the way Tanaka jumps a little. 

“Good luck with that,” she says, lifting a hand in a wave before turning and continuing on her jog.

Céline bids farewell to her teammates, swatting at Satomi when she steals her uniform button-up. Even though Fujimura is the vice captain, Satomi is usually the one who ends up staying behind with Céline. They walk out of the club room and Céline locks it up behind them, but she splits off from her friend when she starts heading toward the front gate. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Satomi calls. Céline points in the direction of the volleyball gym. 

“I’m meeting with some people. You can go on without me,” she says. Satomi glances in the direction she’s pointing to, and Céline watches her process for a moment before she grins cheekily. 

“Don’t you mean some volleyball boys? I heard you stopped to talk to Tanaka on our run today,” she says. She plants her hands on her hips and Céline huffs. 

“He said that some of the third years wanted to talk to me. I figured it’d be rude to just ignore them,” she says. Satomi hums, tilting her head. 

“You’re going to get sucked in,” she says, light, playful, but with just the slightest hint of a warning. The first years aren’t aware of the fact that Céline played volleyball at all, and most of the other second years and third years aren’t aware of the reason why she quit. Satomi, however, is well aware. She knows exactly how much Céline loves volleyball, but also about how much pain it’s caused her. The warning is one born from educated concern. 

“I’ll be alright, Satomi. Promise,” Céline says, flashing her a smile. Satomi purses her lips. 

“I’m waiting for you by the gate,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. Céline opens her mouth to attempt to argue anyway, but ultimately falters and shuts her mouth again. It’s really sweet that Satomi wants to look out for her. Somewhere along the line, they became something of rivals, both academically and when it comes to gymnastics, but she’s also a very good friend. 

“Fine. I shouldn’t be long, but feel free to come get me if you get bored,” Céline says. Satomi nods, then they both turn from each other and walk off in opposite directions. The gym doors are still open, the lights still on, but it’s quiet inside. She briefly wonders if Tanaka forgot to mention that she was coming, but Daichi and Suga aren’t irresponsible enough to leave the lights on and not lock up. She can’t help but pause as she steps through the doors, struck with the familiar scent of a volleyball gym. The floors have been cleaned and the net taken down, but it doesn’t matter. She’s familiar enough that she could recognize a gym blindfolded. She takes a deep breath, setting her bag down by the door as she takes another step inside. Maybe she should feel suspicious over the fact that Suga and Daichi don’t immediately greet her, but she’s too wrapped up in her nostalgia. It’s only been a year since she played on a team, but it feels like an eternity. 

“Heads up!” The familiar smack of a hand against a volleyball reaches her ears, and she snaps her head toward it. All she registers is a volleyball in the air, sailing slightly to her left, and she presses off the floor to jump into position, knees bending as she watches the ball sail toward her. It’s not anything impressive by any means, but exhilaration shoots through her as the ball hits her exposed forearms and bounces into the air. She hasn’t received a ball like that in a year. The ball bounces off the ground when it lands, and she catches sight of where it came from a moment later. Suga and Daichi grin at her. 

“Nice receive, Céline!” Suga chirps happily. She blinks at him and at Daichi. They sent the ball at her on purpose. But why? 

“Thanks,” she says, unable to help it when she glances at her forearms, which have turned slightly red from the impact of the ball. She looks back at the two third years to distract herself from the delight bubbling up in her chest. “Tanaka said you wanted to talk to me about something?” The two boys glance at each other, then look back at her. 

“Yeah, uh. Come here,” Daichi says. Céline walks over, though her steps stutter slightly as she glances at the ball on the floor. She scoops it up before finally joining Suga and Daichi. She spins the ball in her hands, glancing up and finding them watching her. The ball stops in her hands. 

“I can’t stay long, so…” She pushes the ball into Suga’s hands, and he looks at it for a moment before sighing. 

“You still love volleyball, right?” he asks, looking up at her. She blinks at him, then averts her eyes and lifts her hands slightly to rub at her wrist. 

“Of course, I do,” she says. “But if you’re about to ask me to rejoin the sport-”

“No, no, that’s not it. We know that you have…Complicated history with it. We wouldn’t ask you to play again,” Daichi says. He and Suga glance at each other again, and she watches Daichi hesitate before he turns back toward her. “But what we want to talk about…It is volleyball related.” She looks between them, pursing her lips, then she sighs and crosses her arms. 

“Go on, then,” she says. Two pairs of eyes widen in surprise, like they weren’t expecting her to let them talk. But she likes them well enough and they’ve never brought up the whole…Snow Queen thing, so she thinks she owes it to them to at least hear them out. 

“Well, we wanted to ask if you…would maybe, possibly be willing to-” 

“We want you to join the team as a manager,” Suga says, cutting Daichi off. Céline blinks at them. Then blinks again. 

“But…Shimizu is already your manager, and I’m only a year behind her, so wouldn’t it make sense to ask a first year to help her out? So the team can, you know, keep her longer?” she asks. When Daichi stops glaring at Suga, he looks back at her and sets his hands on his hips. 

“You’re not wrong, we do already have Kiyoko and we definitely want to find a first year manager, but, well…Most managers can’t or don’t do the things that you could do. Your skills as a volleyball player could help us a lot-” 

“Oh, so that’s what this is about,” she says, rocking back on her heels. “You don’t want me, you want my skills.” Their eyes widen again, this time in panic, and Suga reaches out to wave a hand. 

“Wait, no! That’s- That isn’t what we- Céline, I swear we don’t mean it like that!” he says, stumbling over his words. She unfolds her arms and holds out a hand to silence him. 

“Relax, Suga. I’m messing with you.” She shrugs. “Mostly.” Suga’s shoulders relax instantly, and they both sigh with relief. Céline watches them for a moment, then takes a step back. “Pitch it to me. Tell me why I should join the team and help out Shimizu as one of your managers.” 

“Really?” Suga asks. She hums affirmatively, then her gaze drops to the ball still in his hand. 

“And in the meantime, let's bump the ball around a little. I haven’t done that with other people in a while,” she says. Suga smiles, glancing at Daichi before he steps back, too. They form a triangle and Suga tosses the ball up before bumping it toward Céline, and she bumps it toward Daichi. They start to move around the circle, switching up the order when they can.

“Look, we know you have your gymnastics stuff already, so we can be…Flexible about when you’re here. You could just stop by when you have time. You’d be more of a part-time manager than anything else. Kiyoko would still take on most of the responsibility,” Daichi says, watching as Suga receives and sends the ball toward him. He bumps to Céline, but it’s a little high, and so she sends it back with an overhand receive instead. 

“You’d mostly be helping us whip the first years into shape. We can do it on our own, we just…Well, it would be nice to get some help. Especially from someone as talented as you.” Suga takes a step to the side and sends the ball back toward Céline. “We know how much you love volleyball, and this would be a way for you to enjoy it without diving back into it completely. You’d be helping us, but you would also be having fun…Or, we hope you would.”  She puts an end to their little rally when she catches the ball and looks at Suga. 

“So you want me as a manager because…You want me to enjoy volleyball again? And you want me to achieve that by helping you train a bunch of first years. Do I have that right?” she asks. Daichi swallows. 

“Yeah, I…I think you got the point,” he says. Suga nods mutely in agreement. Céline glances between them both for a moment, then down at the volleyball in her hands. 

“I need some time to think about it. Is that okay?” she asks. Suga’s eyes widen. 

“That’s not a no,” he says. 

“It’s not a yes either,” Daichi hisses. Suga looks over at him, eyes all but sparkling. 

“But a maybe is better than a no.” He looks at Céline again. “Yes, please! Take all the time that you need! Well, not all the time that you need, but you know what I mean!” Céline tilts her head at him, then smiles and tosses the ball at his chest. He catches it and they both watch her as she walks toward the door and slings her bag onto her shoulder. 

“So, you’ll think about it?” Daichi asks. She looks over her shoulder at them. 

“I’ll think about it,” she says with a smile. She waves at them, then heads back outside and toward the front gate. Satomi is still waiting for her when she arrives. 

“So?” she asks, pushing off the wall to walk at Céline’s side. The taller girl hums. 

“They asked me to be their manager,” she says. Satomi raises an eyebrow. 

“And what did you say?” Céline shrugs a shoulder and smiles, looking down at her. 

“I told them I’d think about it.”

[mancalledvenus]

ranking the karasuno boys :3

TW: OPINION !! (pls don’t attack me.)

9. asahi azumane

CONTROVERSIAL (so is this entire list) but i just do not really like asahi and i don’t know why. it might be his goatee lmfao, it just makes me uncomfortable i’m so sorry. he’s a total sweetheart and i have NOTHING AGAINST HIM, but i love the other players more.

8. kageyama tobio

i have mixed feelings about kageyama cuz on my first watch i did really like him, but now i could not care less about him. his ranking also might be cuz of how popular he is and me not understanding the hype might have turned into resentment lmao.

7. tsukishima kei

similar situation to kageyama except he actually has me PISSED OFF cuz of how popular he is when he’s SUCH AN ASS. the only reason he’s higher is cuz he’s just a little more fun to watch. honestly you could switch him and tobio on this list and it wouldn’t make a difference. i just don’t care for how rude they are. still fine tho unfortunately :(

6. daichi sawamura

solid character. good captain, good guy, blah blah blah, he’s not that interesting to me. he’s got one of the more boring designs in the show so he never stuck out to me. that lands him around the middle, but he could still hit

5. yamaguchi tadashi

love yamaguchi so much, he’s so cute. hurts to see him standing on the side a lot of the time cuz i just wanna see him get a chance to play :,( he’s adorable and so fucking funny. everyone always forgets how much of a SHIT TALKER he is. he’s so real dude.

4. hinata shoyo

HINATAAA he is the perfect main character for me i absolutely adore him. he’s genuinely hilarious and i cannot get enough of how cute he is. this is the point in the list where it’s obvious what type of characters i like and what i don’t (energetic, funny guys vs. quiet assholes)

3. tanaka ryuunosuke

sooooo fucking funny dude. i could watch an hour of him talking about NOTHING and be entertained. get this man a podcast bro. carries the dub on his back plus he’s FINEEE

2. sugawara koshi

everyone’s first haikyuu crush cuz of how damn charming he is. def the sweet boy every girl has a crush on cuz he’s just so like-able. never met a single person who hates suga cuz he’s just so appealing. my unproblematic king

1. NISHINOYA YUU 👅👅👅

absolutely FELL for this man on my first watch and my love for him NEVERRR went away. he’s my day 1 and my ultimate anime crush dude. i would pick him over anybody. literally the reason i’m a die hard karasuno fan and why i hate the rival characters so much. he is SOOO underrated i can’t. his tags are always dry as hell .

that’s the end! thank you for reading <3 ! who are your top 3 haikyuu characters?

[keithpaladin05]

Sugawara Koushi -Haikyuu!!

Tender love and care 🧡🖤🤍

Last night you went to bed with just a headache and mild stomach pains. Nothing a good nights sleep can’t fix. Right? Wrong. You were so wrong. You woke up the next morning feeling 100 times worse than you did the previous night. Your head was pounding, and your stomach was churning painfully. You rolled over to check the time and the clock only said 5:13 a.m. You groaned and pulled the sheets back over you and tried to get comfortable. You must have been moving around a lot because you soon heard shuffling next to you and a quiet “y/n? What’s up?” You turned to face Suga and snuggled into his bare chest. “I-I don’t feel good” you whimpered as you felt tears form in your eyes from the pain. “Aww honey, come here” he cooed and pulled you on top of his chest so you could rest your head in the crook of his neck. He then pulled the covers over you and asked “how long have you felt sick baby?” You mumbled out a quiet “last night” and nuzzled farther into him. “Awww you have a fever honey” he said sadly and kissed your temple. You let out a shaky sigh and frowned into his shoulder. “It’s cold” you tried to pull the covers up more but Suga stopped you. “Sweetie, you need to get your fever down okay?” He said sadly as you whined and let out your frustration and pain filled tears. “Awww baby. Hey, it’s okay honey, it’s okay.” He cooed and wrapped his arms around you so you could have some warmth. “I know you don’t feel good, I’m so sorry you feel like this” he soothed.

You eventually fell asleep and Suga never left your side. He let you continue sleeping on his chest while he went on his phone and told the team he won’t be able to make it to practice today. They all wished you to get better soon and Tanaka and Noya were especially concerned about your condition. Suga chuckled at their enthusiastic messages and turned off his phone when he felt you start moving around on his chest, ready to help in any way he can. “S-suga?” You whispered out hoarsely. “I’m right here babygirl. Is something wrong?” You shrugged and mumbled out “I feel worse” Suga kissed your burning hot forehead and asked “in what way? Do you need to throw up?” You nodded your head and Suga sat you guys up and got out of bed to grab the trash can next to your desk. He got back in bed behind you and sat the trashcan in your lap. “Just let it all out honey” he soothed as you painfully coughed up whatever was left in your aching stomach.

It was around 10am now and you were currently cuddling with Suga on the couch. You were laying down with your head in his lap on a pillow and he was playing with your hair. You felt a little better and were able to eat some soup and take some medicine. You were currently watching a random movie and couldn’t be happier to be in his loving arms.

[ilykazashi]

crown of thorns: chapter one

desc: fantasy story featuring my own ocs. 2.1k words.

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a/n: this is the first chapter in a new series of mine, crown of thorns!! i'm very happy to have this finished and i pray to find a constant rhythm to continue writing and posting!! i might edit this post a few times, since this isn't beta read :') hope you all enjoy!

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tw: descriptions of blood and injury, cussing, and physical violence

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The rain fell heavily that night, soaking everything in Huosea City: skyscrapers, city-goers, plants, and one unfortunate young woman— me, Tanaka Ayaka, a newcomer to the city. The night was stormy, yet the air smelled like the familiar rain of the countryside far away. The urban cityscape was colder and wetter than it usually was, even in the rainy season of the year. Skyscrapers stood tall against the busy people of the city, people who traveled from one place to another with the utmost urgency.

I sigh, opening up a simple black umbrella. Rain pitter-patters on the umbrella, a sound that would usually be comforting to me if my apartment wasn’t another ten minutes from here. The bright lights of billboards shine down on the puddles of the wet streets. I had studied at the library later than I usually did to prepare for the upcoming finals that my school seemed determined to pile onto every student there. Wiping the fat raindrops off of it, I check the time. 11:38. Great— it was almost midnight and I wasn’t even close to feeling ready for tomorrow. 

A feeling of hopelessness settles within me. I had spent all this time and money trying to get into this university which made my mental health feel like it was slipping more and more every week I attended. Was this really what my family had helped me to do? If I didn’t pass these tests, these finals, I would be done for. Everything I had worked so hard for would be gone and I would be forced to go back home, to face my shame knowing that I had used all my family could give me and couldn’t even repay it. I should have been able to help them— no, I should be able to help them. This feeling, this shame, is not something so easily escapable. 

The looks I imagine would cross my parents’s faces are things I never want to see. To think that I had wasted the little money that they had is an extremely disconcerting thought for me. I attempt a few deep breaths, but the anxiety resides within me. Cold rain slides down my cheeks. I look up and reposition my umbrella even though I’m already dripping wet. I’m stewing in my thoughts and shame until I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I turn around and my gaze meets that of a guy around my age. He has the familiar dark hair, wide eyes, and spattering of freckles of the student I sit next to. It takes me an embarrassing moment until I realize that he is in fact, my classmate. 

“Don’t you sit next to me in Historical Studies? You’re Ryou, right?” I looked at him and realized that he was about to say something to me before I cut him off. “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you about to say something?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. I noticed you were walking back to the dorms. It’s so dark out here, I figured you could use some company.”

I nod and thank him. We walk and talk together, lost in conversation. I got to know him better, so eventually I mindlessly placed my trust in him to lead me in the right direction.

What a mistake that was.

I somehow came to my senses after an extensive debate with Ryou over which of our classes is easier. Looking around my surroundings, I realize that the dorm building is nowhere in sight. Where am I?

“Are we lost?” The question falls out of my mouth, sounding scared and timid. Ryou shakes his head. 

He turns to face me. “You’re right where I need you.” A sharp glint of steel cuts through the darkness of the alley. My understanding of the situation finally came. I’ve been tricked.

Ryou thrusts the knife at my head and I dodge, somehow, but my umbrella suffers a gash through the top. I step backward, almost falling into a rotten dumpster. The stench is awful, coming from a heap of black trash bags. I gag a bit at the sight. A second knife is pulled from the pocket of his rainjacket. Ryou extends his arm towards my neck, gripping the knife in his hand. I’m so done for. What a terrible way to go out, killed and maybe thrown into a stinky dumpster full of who-knows-what. I close my eyes and prepare for a slash in the next, but it never comes. I open my eyes to see Ryou holding the blade to my throat, his eyes full of what looks like… desperation. He speaks, trying to hide his cracking voice.

“Ayaka, I’m sorry— you don’t understand how badly I need this.” His voice shakes. “How badly I need you.” 

My eyes widen at the statement. I’m of average looks, pretty to some, but no stunner. There are hundreds of other girls at my university, hell, in the class Ryou and I have together.

“Why me?” My voice shakes at the threat of a polished blade against it.

“I can tell there’s something… special about you. Not in how you look, but deep down.” His hand moves to my face, cupping my cheek. When Ryou speaks, his voice isn’t like anything I’ve heard from him. It’s quiet yet crazed, talking to me like I’m some sort of lab experiment. “Have you ever heard of abilities?” 

“Abilities? Like what a person can accomplish?”

“No. Not like that. Like a magical power. People who can wield it are very rare… very rare indeed. And I suspect that you have an ability yourself.”

I look at him, not hiding my expression of confusion. “And you think I’m one of them? Why does that matter?”

Ryou speaks in a voice that is somehow more hushed. “Do you not know what I am, Ayaka? I am first and foremost a scientist. Assuming you are an ability user, you have a bodily system superior to mine and every other average human’s. And people like me are very interested in that sort of thing. Your organs, your body parts would sell. How about that, hm?”

My response comes without much of a thought. Not that it ever needed one. “No. No, I am not selling my organs or my body parts for research, no matter how much it helps.”

Ryou’s gaze does not falter. “Please. Please reconsider.”

“No. I will not.”

His eyes narrow, a cold gaze crossing his face. “Then I suppose I’ll make do with your dead body.” He swipes at me and I dodge, dropping my umbrella. A fight in the rain, great. Ryou attempts a punch to my gut. I step back, missing by a hair as his fist grazes my stomach. He tries to knock me down by swiping at my feet. I retaliate with what I believe to be a weak punch to the face, but it sends him crashing into the wall. His face is bruised and covered in blood, his nose shattered and arm broken from the impact. Surely I didn’t hit him that hard. I look at my fist which feels like it's coursing with energy. I doubt that I’ve ever hit anything quite as hard as I did then. Was that what an ability felt like? My attention flips back to Ryou. He grimaces, shakily standing up and clutching his shoulder. His once-clean face is ruined by bruises, blood, and a disgusting look of contempt.

“You bitch. I’ll get you for that. I’ll get you now!” Ryou screams hoarsely at me. Rage fills his eyes as his hand flies towards a small pistol in a murderous rage. He points the weapon at me and I hear the familiar click! as it’s aimed right at my forehead. Ryou’s finger rests on the trigger, ready to shoot, until something stops him— the clicking of heels against the street of the alley. It comes from the shadows, a corner that no one bothered to look. A strange sound ensues, the unsheathing of a blade; but it wasn’t the sound of any familiar edge. It was long and drawn out, like a sword unsheathed. Before I had time to uselessly contemplate it any further, the sword, or more specifically a katana, lit the dark alley. The metal glowed a warning shade of red, electricity crackling up to the hilt like some sort of taser-sword combo. Who the hell would use that, and how did it light up like that? Was this woman an ability user?

My answer becomes clear as the wielder’s face is lit in red, revealing to be a dangerous-looking woman. The lightning illuminates her lanky silhouette and strange attire that resembles the armor of the House of Cobra where the Emperor lives. The woman looks older and definitely taller than me, maybe in her thirties, and battle-hardened. A faded yet visible scar runs from the bottom of her left eye down to the collar of her long coat. What a strange person, I think to myself before my thoughts dissipate when she thrusts the sparking sword at Ryou’s head. His eyes widen and he yelps, barely dodging the blade as it passes by his shoulder. The woman’s dark eyes narrow, clearly unhappy with his survival. 

“Leave her be,” Her voice is harsher and raspier than I expected, but the urgency is clearly there despite her haughty and cold expression. Ryou foolishly lunges towards the woman, hoping to land a punch, but is met with failure as she dodges easily. A look of annoyance yet confusion crosses his face.

“How did you—” His query is interrupted by the woman’s swift grab of his dirtied shirt. With a strange amount of ease, she throws him back to the wall. I watch from the other side with a mix of fascination and fear that I’ve never felt before. This woman was handling Ryou like a sack of potatoes. A few punches and dodges ensue until Ryou takes advantage of the woman’s position, using an opening to grab and unsheath her sword, slashing her face. The woman’s face does not lose its grace as she takes him by the arm, throwing him down to the hard, concrete ground and most likely breaking a fair amount of his bones. Ryou’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he spits out a mouthful of blood from the impact, cursing under his breath as the same sword he attempted to steal was pointed right at his throat. 

“Ryou Watanabe. You have committed multiple crimes worthy of imprisonment and possibly even death, which include but are not limited to multiple counts of murder, fraud, assault, breaking and entering, embezzlement, and theft. Do you accept these charges?” She spoke as if she was justice herself. “If you accept, you will be taken to trial in front of the House of Viper. If you deny, you will be taken there forcibly after questioning with my colleagues and I of the Red Moon Syndicate.” Ryou’s face paled at that last statement, one that I don’t understand. 

“Fuck. You’re from the Syndicate? I thought you were just some try-hard police officer!” Ryou sounded more scared than ever. “Just who the hell are you?”

“Aikawa Kazashi. Future leader of the Syndicate, noblewoman, and if you slip up, your executioner as well. So, do you accept or deny your charges?”

“I deny.”

One swift kick to the head and Ryou was out cold, leaving me with whoever this Kazashi woman was. My legs shake as I try to stand up and step away from the situation, but not before she speaks to me. Chains and metal clink as she walks closer to where I stand.

“And who are you?” Kazashi looks down at me with her arms crossed, practically oozing hostility. Despite her fight with Ryou, she barely has a scratch or bruise on her. This woman was unreal. I don’t wish to be executed, so I maintain an air of dignity in my response.

“Tanaka Ayaka. I’m a university student.” My gaze flits to her sword, which is sheathed and not electrified anymore. I bring up the question that had been burning in my mind since I saw her. “Who are you?”

Her voice does not falter in her next words. “I am a killer.”

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