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Sneak peak to Promised Compromise chapter 4

The night had settled deep by the time they lay side by side on the cool marble terrace, arms folded behind their heads, the sky stretched wide above them like a ceiling only Tooru could read.

Tobio stared up with quiet reverence.

And utter confusion.

“…They all look the same,” he finally admitted.

Tooru huffed a laugh. “They don’t. That one-” He pointed without looking, wrist flicking toward the northeast. “That’s Altair. Part of the Summer Triangle. And that-” he shifted his finger-“is Vega. And Deneb, there.”

Tobio squinted. “They’re just dots.”

“They’re stories,” Tooru corrected, voice unusually soft. “Old ones. That’s Lyra, the harp. And over there, see the curve? That’s Draco, the dragon. It winds between Ursa Minor and Ursa Major-”

“You’re making that up.”

“I am not!” Tooru elbowed him. “These are real constellations, Tobio.”

Tobio grumbled, a bit dazed. “Feels like I’m getting a lecture in court again.” Tooru rolled onto his side, propping himself on one elbow. “I can stop.”

Tobio turned his head just slightly. “…No. Keep going.”

Tooru hesitated, then smiled - small and real. “There are old myths for most of them,” he continued. “Like Andromeda, chained to the rocks. Or Orion, the hunter. Every culture has their own names. The sky is a map, and everyone draws it different.”

Tobio was quiet for a long time. Then: “What about that one?”

He pointed - vaguely, unhelpfully - at a random cluster just above the tree line.

Tooru followed the line of his finger, narrowed his eyes. “…That one doesn’t have a name.”

Tobio shrugged. “Then I’ll name it.”

Tooru snorted. “Oh really? After what? Your sword? Your frown?”

Tobio turned, deadpan. “No. After you.”

The silence was immediate.

Tooru blinked. “…What?”

“That one,” Tobio said again, pointing. “The one with the two bright ones and the crooked tail. It’s yours now.”

Tooru turned his head, blinking at him. “...You’re naming a constellation after me?”

“Yes.”

“Tobio,” he said flatly, “you can’t just name stars. There are conventions. Councils. Records. Astronomers. These are celestial bodies, not your pet goldfish.”

Tobio looked mildly confused. “That complicated?”

Tooru sighed. “Very.”

Tobio nodded, thoughtful. Then, he shrugged. “Alright. Then just between you and me. That one is Tooru-san.”

Tooru stared at him.

And something in his chest - something wound tight for years - cracked.

Because Tobio didn’t say it with any sort of game in his voice. No manipulation. No hidden angle. He wasn’t trying to charm or disarm, that wasn’t who Tobio was.

He just said it, like it was that simple.

Like Oikawa Tooru deserved to have a star named after him, not because he’d earned it, or fought for it, or demanded it. But because someone looked up, saw the sky, and thought of him.

Tooru swallowed. The stars blurred slightly in his vision.

And all he could say - voice quieter than he meant - was: “…That one’s a good one.”

Tobio nodded. “It reminded me of you. Bright, annoying tail.”

Tooru let out a breath of laughter, “Rude,” he muttered.

“Factual,” Tobio replied. They lay in silence again. And the sky kept spinning. And the star remained - unnamed by astronomers, but not unnamed by him.

It was Tooru’s now. And some part of Tooru found it funny and absurd, but most of his heart- quiet, lonely, aching - knew: He had a star named after him.

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Iwaizumi and Tobio- The Spar

They stepped into the ring and from the first clash of wood against wood: Tobio came alive.

The ring had cleared. Dust shimmered in the morning sun, gold motes dancing between two boys facing one another in silence. Tobio, all lean lines and shadowed focus, sword angled low, waiting like a drawn bow. Iwaizumi, solid and steady, shoulders relaxed, blade gripped with natural ease, like it was just another part of him.

They circled. Watched. Moved.

And then-

Clash.

The sound of wood against wood rang through the air like a bell.

The first few strikes were testing - feints, taps, footwork. But Tobio read them with eerie precision. He ducked under Iwaizumi’s horizontal sweep, pivoted hard, and landed a glancing tap against the taller boy’s ribs.

The crowd let out a collective breath.

“They are so fast, my eyes can barely keep up,” Kindaichi whispered.

“How are his arms still intact?” said Kunimi, now watching intently.

Iwaizumi grinned. “Not bad.” Tobio didn’t smile back. He adjusted his grip. Waited.

The second bout was faster.

Iwaizumi lunged - strength, precision, a classic knight’s stance honed from years of drilling. Tobio met him head-on, parried hard, twisted, and stepped into his blind spot. He moved like wind through pine - quiet, sharp, sudden.

He struck for the shoulder. Iwaizumi blocked. Swung low. Tobio leapt over the sweep, twisted midair, and landed behind him.

There was a gasp from the watching trainees.

“Did he just-”

“Holy-”

Iwaizumi turned, eyes gleaming now. “You’ve been hiding this.”

“I didn’t want to embarrass you,” Tobio said simply. That earned him a bark of laughter. “Cocky little-alright. Let’s go.”

The next exchanges were brutal.

Iwaizumi came in hard - overhead, undercut, sidestep, pivot. Tobio matched every blow, not with brute strength, but with ruthless cleverness. He predicted angles, countered footwork, used Iwaizumi’s weight against him.

He didn’t overpower. He out-thought. He dropped low and swept Iwaizumi’s leg out from under him - the bigger boy caught himself mid-fall, rolled, came up swinging.

Their swords locked. Dust kicked around their boots. Neither gave ground.

On the edge of the ring, Yahaba had stopped leaning smugly. His arms were crossed now, tightly. He was glared at Matsukawa, who whistled and cheered at the fight.

Iwaizumi broke the deadlock with a sudden shoulder-check - forceful, deliberate. Tobio stumbled, boots skidding across the sand, but he caught himself mid-slide. Dropped into a low stance, pivoted-

And tossed his sword aside.

“The bow!” Tobio shouted, sharp and clear.

The crowd erupted. A sparring assistant scrambled to react, lobbing the training bow into the air-Tobio caught it without even looking.

One fluid twist.

Thwack.

Dead center of Iwaizumi’s blade. Thwack. Another into the straw dummy across the ring.

Then one final arrow - fast, clean - straight for the hilt of Iwaizumi’s weapon.

Crack.

It struck perfectly.

The wooden practice blade jolted in Iwaizumi’s grip, nearly dislodged. He adjusted with a grunt, surprised.

“That’s not fair!” someone in the watching crowd laughed.

Tobio turned, lowered the bow with mock gravity, and said dryly: “Oh, how improper of me. I should’ve sent a letter before I flew my arrows.”

Laughter broke across the training ground: scattered, genuine. Even Iwaizumi laughed, eyes gleaming.

“You little shit.” He grabbed a second sword off the rack and tossed it back.

“Again.” Tobio caught it mid-air and smiled - all heat and sharp edges.

They met in the center of the ring once more.

And again, they fought.

The Steel of the North - cold, calculating, a boy raised on harsh winds and battlefield discipline. And the Rock of the Capital - steady, relentless, Seijoh’s finest in the making.

It wasn’t just a simple brawl. It was a dance.

And the palace court watched like it was sacred. Even the guards along the wall had gone still. Pages forgot their messages. The noise of training faded under the rhythm of them - blade, footwork, breath.

……………………

Oikawa hadn’t meant to stay.

He told himself he was just passing through, that he’d watch for a minute, maybe two. Curiosity, that was all.

But when he stepped into the shadow of the observation arch and saw them in the ring – His Iwa-chan and Tobio - swords flashing, bodies moving in time like dancers shaped by war.

He couldn’t look away.

Tobio moved like water over stone. No wasted motion. Every pivot, every strike, every dodge honed sharp and clean. Deadly, beautiful efficiency. He wasn’t the stiff, awkward boy from dinner. He wasn’t the silent shadow trailing Hinata.

He was something else entirely.

Then it happened.

One perfect step. A twist and a blade caught and countered. Iwaizumi shoved, and Tobio slid back-

And laughed.

Bright. Brief. Startlingly alive.

And then - that smile.

Oikawa’s breath caught.

It wasn’t a grin or a smirk or some haughty court mask. It was unguarded. Wide-eyed. Joyful. The kind of smile you don’t realize you’re wearing until it’s already there, blooming from your chest and pouring across your face like light.

Tobio looked-

Beautiful.

There was no other word for it.

Not pretty. Not delicate. Not fragile.

But beautiful, like winter lightning, like something rare and free. Like someone who belonged to the sky more than the ground.

Oikawa’s fingers curled into the arch behind him.

He’d never seen that boy before. Not at dinners. Not in silence. Not even during their cold, bitter exchanges.

It was like Tobio had opened, just for that moment, and Oikawa hadn’t been invited.

The moment he saw Tobio leap into a narrow pivot and turn Iwaizumi’s strike into a binding hold, his breath caught.

The blade stopped just at Iwaizumi’s throat, not touching. Just close enough to show Tobio could have ended it.

Oikawa stared.

Tobio’s eyes were calm. Focused. Brilliant.

The applause broke around them, the ring echoing with voices.

Iwaizumi, breathing hard, grinned. “You win.”

Tobio blinked. “I do?”

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi said, sheathing his blade. “When you fight like that. Of course you do.”

Like someone who already knew who he was. Like someone who didn’t need anyone’s permission to shine.

Oikawa looked away. Because in that moment: with the sun on his skin, breath still sharp, blade still humming in his palm, Tobio Kageyama didn’t look lesser. He looked like everything the court had never let him be.

Alive.

Untouchable.

And no one-not even Tooru Oikawa, the crown prince of Seijoh - could take that away.

Here, the rest of the fic.

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Promised Seal- Chapter 1

(A Haikyuu Royalty AU)

Promised Seal (1455 words) by je_lutte Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Iwaizumi Hajime, Hinata Shouyou & Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Miwa, Hinata Natsu, Kageyama Kazuyo, Kageyama Tobio's Father Additional Tags: Angst, Kageyama Tobio Needs a Hug, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Unrequited Love, Hinata Shouyou is Sunshine, Everyone Loves Hinata Shouyou

Summary: Born in silence, cradled by a king, and forsaken by his own father, Tobio’s life begins not with love, but with loss. His mother’s death is still in the air when a garland is laid on his chest, a promise is spoken over his sleeping form, and a future is sealed with applause too loud to hear his first cry. Oikawa will come to loathe the boy he was told to love. Not for what Tobio is, but for what he reminds him of: duty, sacrifice, lost love, and a crown neither of them asked for. While his golden half-brother Shouyo is raised in warmth and laughter, Tobio grows up in the cold spaces. He learns to offer love without expecting it in return. And above it all, like a curse and a crown, the kingdom remembers the day he was promised. The day his mother died. The day the King held him and sealed his fate before he could even open his eyes. A promise sealed in blood. Haikyuu Royality AU with Half-brothers Hinata and Kageyama.

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He is the moment.

I AM SO PROUDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS. THIS. This is what I have been waiting for years. This is the real reason I wasn’t sad at the thought of BTS halting their solo activities. It was always so apparent that these 7 men were amazing artists in their own regard and to see them fully explore their art is just.... 

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“the underrated artist of Bangtan”

As a self proclaimed connoisseur of Bts and their music, I’ve always thought that Jhope was the hyper-active, lovable persona that every kpop group had. Jhope was the performer, the member who was there to dance his heart out. My mind had reduced him to just that; the talented dancer who could make people laugh. For me, Rm was the genius lyrist while Suga was the producing monster, Jhope was just the rapper with cheery flow.

But oh my, wasn’t I surprised… This man has his special touch. How can a person’s music be so reflective of their character, I just don’t know. Daydream, Chicken noodle soup, ego; the consistent quality of Jhope’s solo music never fails to amaze me. 

It is not just his music, his style and presentation of art, is all so unique, very much like himself. You can tell that this man has developed his own style of music over the years. It is so very distinct compared to Rm’s enlightening and clever words, or Suga’s compositions. To sum it up, the defining characteristic of hope’s music is that it is addictive, fun, and bouncy.  His music, I feel, is like a fun day at an arcade; very entertaining.

“More” is a different song for Jhope. No bright colors, and the dark grungy style that contrasts hope’s usual playful aesthetic. I am too dumb to understand the symbolisms and meaning of the song, but damn isn’t this a banger. 9/10 

PLEASE FORGIVE ME GODS ABOVE, for all these years undermining Jhope. I shall wait for the album release and stream rigorously as compensation.🙏

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Okay when I said Shouto needs a hug, I did not mean this.....

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BNHA 292 what else☺

I know that many people may not agree with what I’m about to say but (¬‿¬) . First, I feel like few things (or actually a lot) is not yet revealed about the whole Todo Fam’s past, my gut tells me we will be getting a Endeavor’s POV soon and that this is not the full story to Todo fam. Second, Mirio is back!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope my ray of hope will help sort out this mess. Third, where the fuck is Bakugou and is he still alive?😃 He better be...My poor Nejire tho, My gurl just got fried and tossed aside. She seriously deserves better... 

Lastly, this fandom is at the brick of ultimate chaos because of “Villians vs heroes who deserves to win” debate and idk what to do about it. Yes, the hero society is messed in ways that adds on to the production of “villians” and Yes, killing innocent people and general bad shit(like how the league has done) is wrong :) Both the league and the heroes like Endeavor should face serious consequences for their actions. What I don’t understand is the need to send death threats to anyone on this matter. 

Do you gus remember the time Horikoshi received death threats because of Endeavor’s redemption arc? Well, I fear that shit is back and this time it’s worse. I also feel like this chapter was a bit too much overhelming, but the upcoming chapter will decide if this story is going on a good road or not.  

It’s comical how the same people who had praised Horikoshi for his great writing four weeks ago are now cursing at him today. I am people sadly :) But well, people have their own opinions and have total right to express them. I will wait for the next chapters and a proper explaination for it all. 

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IT’S HERE

My fucking god, It’s here. 

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Spoilers for BNHA 289

My boi Shouto just caught three people mid-air and landed safely, I have no words to say. Tho, I think a Shouto vs Dabi scenario is more plauable now. My babies... I pray you will all be spared with agony and death🙃

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Happy Halloween!!!

That object on the bottom left corner is an attempt at recreating a pumpkin, I just suck at drawing so don’t mind me.

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Idol Todoroki (plz ignore the hair and outfit, I put no effort)

Inspired by this picture of Taeyong

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I wrote something. Plz read if you have nothing to do. kay. luv ya.

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meow meow.

nothing will stop me from drawing cats, now that I have my own account :3

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So I rewatched the anime again (after reading the manga a dozen of time) and I’M SO GLAD THEY INCLUDED THIS BIT. This scene wasn’t that significant for me the first time I watched it but the second time I watched the anime I realized how heartfelt this scene was. Not many people in the crowd that day knew the true meaning of Mafuyu’s song, but few people did understand it. Those who did, really knew what it took for him to stand in that stage and sing his heart out. When he let loose of all of his emotions that he held in after Yuki’s death, I totally get why people who knew Mafuyu and Yuki (like that girl) must have been overwhelmed in a sense. 

I’m going crazy. please help. given movie plz. plz. 

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I finally understand why people are so excited for the new Given movie

I just recently finished the manga and boi this is some real shit. I can’t stop crying. If anyone knows where or when the movie will be released, please do tell, you will be doing this girl a big favour.

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In my wildest fantasy Mage Akaashi exists and he is beautiful. (inspired by this one picture I found in pinterest)

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bnha chapter 285

If bakugou dies, I will drown the world with my tears.😀