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At the End of the Sun, Ch 28: Once Again

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T; Fic: E

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata); Iwaoi (Iwaizumi/Oikawa)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Yuutaro Kindaichi, Takahiro Hanamaki

Word Count: Chapter: 6.1k; Whole Work: 160k

Summary: Oikawa is convinced to offer Shoyo one last chance to make things right.

A/N: Originally published on AO3 on August 26th, and beta'd by @/r0mantic-era. Further author's note can be found on AO3.

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The silence that fell was suffocating in its totality. It only lasted a few heartbeats, but Shoyo still felt pinned to the floor even though Oikawa no longer held him down.

Then, a single, heartbreaking sob tore free as Oikawa scrambled to his feet and rushed to where Iwaizumi stood, just steps from the closed entrance to the hall. He only slowed when he was just out of arm’s reach, taking careful, nervous steps towards the ghost of his lover. His hand shuddered between them, until finally, his fingertips brushed the rough material of Iwaizumi’s yukata. His gasp quivered through the silence when he was able to press his hand to Iwaizumi’s chest.

All at once, Oikawa dissolved into tears as he threw himself into Iwaizumi’s arms, nearly sending the spirit stumbling backwards from the force of the embrace. “Careful,” Iwaizumi chuckled softly, only audible thanks to the silent disbelief of their audience.

“Shut up and hold me,” Oikawa sniffled into his hair.

Iwaizumi’s shaky smile slid off of his face, and his arms tightened around Oikawa. He didn’t cry, but Shoyo saw his lip tremble before he buried his face into Oikawa’s shoulder. Iwaizumi was the slightest bit shorter than Oikawa, a detail that might have made Shoyo smile if he hadn’t been petrified from shock and fear.

They didn’t say anything, just stood and held each other, rocking ever-so-slightly on their feet as though cradling each other to sleep. When Oikawa spoke again, his voice was so soft, it seemed to slip through the cracks in the silence rather than break it. “How?”

“Hm?”

“How are you here? How am I holding you?” Oikawa peeled himself away just enough to look Iwaizumi in the eye. Even that tiny bit of distance seemed to pain him. “Is…is this a dream? Ow! Why?!”

“Now you know you’re not dreaming,” Iwaizumi huffed with a smirk, hand rubbing soothing circles where he had pinched Oikawa’s waist.

“Then how are you here?! I…I cremated you, I saw you die, you died in my arms, it’s been six years, Iwa—”

“I know,” Iwaizumi hushed him. He pressed their foreheads together and cupped Oikawa’s cheeks in the gentlest cradle, thumbs brushing over the arch of his cheekbones. “I’m sorry.”

“You better be.” Oikawa’s petulant pout melted into wide-eyed awe when he pulled back to properly look at Iwaizumi, fingers tracing over his features with a gentle touch that was viscerally familiar to Shoyo. “You look the same.”

“Yeah…”

“Six years, and you look the same.”

“Of course I do, stupid. I can’t age.” Oikawa’s face crumpled at the frank statement, and Iwaizumi’s guilt was clear in his hurried words. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“How are you here, Hajime?”

Iwaizumi didn’t answer for a moment, just cradled Oikawa’s face and gazed into his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “I’m here because I’m trapped. I can’t move on.”

“What…? Why?”

“Tooru…why did you curse Kageyama?”

It was unsettling, how quickly Oikawa’s features shuttered off at the name. His eyes flickered to where Tobio was creeping across the floor to reach Shoyo, but shot back to Iwaizumi as though drawn by magnets. “For you,” he murmured. “He killed you, Iwa. He had to pay.”

“Right…for me. How long have we…how long did we know each other?”

Oikawa flinched, though whether from the disapproving tone of Iwaizumi’s voice or his use of past tense, it was hard to tell. “...For as long as I can remember.”

“What did I ever do to make you think I’d want this?”

For a moment, it seemed as though Oikawa’s only answer would be to burrow into Iwaizumi’s shoulder, shielding himself from the eyes of the room and the disapproval of his love. But then, there came a quiet murmur, too soft for Shoyo to hear. It didn’t matter—Iwaizumi’s soft, fond scoff was enough for him to guess what Oikawa said. “Right…you did this for yourself. I get it, I do. I don't know what I would’ve done if I lost you. But you did it in my name, and it’s not right.” He slowly, but firmly, guided Oikawa’s face away from his shoulder, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Let them go. I can’t move on if you don’t let them go.”

“Then don’t,” Oikawa pleaded, “don’t go, Iwa, I won’t let the princeling go, and you can stay! We could have forever with each other, and I won’t have to…I can’t…I don’t know…I…”

“Tooru—!”

“I don’t know how to survive a world without you!” Oikawa choked out a breath before dissolving into tears again. “You can’t ask that of me. Could you do it?”

“I don’t know.” The words were quiet, steady. “Can I be honest?”

“Always.”

“In a way, I feel lucky. I’m lucky that I died first, so I wouldn’t have to grieve for you.”

“Then don’t ask me to do the same!”

“You have to!” Iwaizumi’s voice suddenly became firm and unbending, a sharp contrast to the hands that held Oikawa’s face. “Listen to me, Tooru. You have always been the stronger one of us. You can move past this, I know you can. You’ve already lasted six years without me.”

“I shouldn’t have had to! We should’ve had longer! It’s all that brat’s fault that we don’t, and now you want me to let him go?!”

“All the magic and power in the world couldn’t protect us from bad luck. That’s all this is. He took my life without knowing what he was doing. It was an awful accident, but you can’t take his life in return, not like this. Not on purpose. You’ve already taken six years from him. He almost did what should have been impossible. Let that be enough. Let him go.”

Oikawa didn’t say anything. Instead, his head fell forward until he could lean his forehead against Iwaizumi’s and breathe the same air as him. Shoyo didn’t move, didn’t dare to. He clung to Tobio’s hand, taking comfort in his gentle squeeze to ground himself.

“There’s been a hole in my chest since you died,” Oikawa finally breathed, almost too quiet for Shoyo to hear, “right where my heart should be.”

“Quit being so dramatic,” Iwaizumi scoffed, as though his breaths weren’t shaky from tears.

“It’s true! I’m not…whole without you.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You’ll heal, your heart will heal, just like any other wound.” After a sigh, Iwaizumi murmured, “I lost my life, and I’m sorry, Tooru, I’m sorry I left you—”

“Don’t apologize, Iwa, please—”

“—but you can’t lose your life, too. Six years, Tooru. Six years of your life and Kageyama’s. Let that be enough. Let them go, let me go. You won’t be alone. The others want to help you. It doesn’t have to be a new life, just continue growing this one. Please…” Oikawa shook his head, his hair dragging across Iwaizumi’s forehead. “…Please, my heart.”

A small sob fell from Oikawa’s lips. The heartbreaking sound hung in the room, balancing on the choked-up silence of everyone witnessing the painful reunion. And then, in a broken, nearly-inaudible voice, Oikawa whispered, “It’s not up to me.”

Iwaizumi fell suddenly, dangerously still. “...What do you mean?”

“The curse isn’t up to me anymore. It’s still in place because of the lack of trust between them. It can only be truly broken if they can prove that trust is there.”

No. Horror slipped through Shoyo’s veins and turned them to ice, and when he looked at Tobio, he found the same horror. Prove their trust? How? The curse was set so that only a year without seeing Tobio’s face would prove the depth of Shoyo’s trust in him. How on earth could they possibly attempt that again, now that he knew what Tobio looked like? Would Shoyo’s memories need to be wiped? Would Tobio be turned back into a wolf? What would happen to him, if he was cursed again while the former’s effects still lingered in his poor body?

“Then…what do they have to do?” Iwaizumi voiced the question echoing in Shoyo’s mind.

Oikawa opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. His eyes danced over Iwaizumi’s features, soaking them in with a hunger that reminded Shoyo of his own first glimpse at Tobio’s face. “If…if they break the curse and I let them go,” he finally murmured, “then…then will you move on?”

Iwaizumi’s shoulders stiffened. “...Yes. That’s the hope.”

Oikawa took another beat to answer. “You really won’t stay?”

“Tooru, don’t.” Iwaizumi shifted to pull his hands away, only for Oikawa to catch them and keep them pressed to his cheeks. “Let me go.”

“Didn’t you miss me?” Oikawa pleaded, fingers tightening around Iwaizumi’s hands. “Didn’t you miss me when you were wandering this island as a ghost?”

“Of course I did, idiot.”

“Then stay with me! I’ll heal, and you’ll be with me, and it can be like before—”

“No, it can’t,” Iwaizumi said. His voice brooked no argument, but immediately softened when Oikawa’s lip trembled. “The past six years…I’ve been a ghost, Tooru. Dead, but still trapped here. Stuck in a limbo, always the same, while the world kept changing around me. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t let myself come back here and risk anyone seeing me…I couldn’t even touch anything for the first year, not until you finally cremated me. If I stay…I will watch you grow and change, but I will be the same, stuck the way I was when that arrow pierced my heart. You can’t ask me to do that, Tooru. It’s not fair to me, to us.”

His thumb brushed the damp lashes clumping dark along Oikawa’s eye. “I’d rather move on to the next stage and pass the time there until you join me. I’ll wait however long it takes. And it better take a long time. If I see you before twenty years have passed, I’ll kick your ass so hard, you’ll be sent back to your body and wake up from the dead, got it?”

“Geez, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said with a wet laugh, “your threats got more creative as a ghost, huh?”

“Yeah. Just for you.” Iwaizumi’s smile melted into a solemn expression and wide eyes. “So? Will you let them try?”

Oikawa leaned down to rest their foreheads together again as he kept holding on tight to Iwaizumi’s hands. He took a slow, deep breath…and nodded. Relief flooded Shoyo, sweet and overwhelming and unshakable, even under the tired glare the sorcerer pinned on him and Tobio. “You failed to break the curse because of a lack of trust. Find a way to prove it’s there.”

Tobio’s fingers tightened around Shoyo’s, so tight it almost hurt, but his voice was steady when he said, “Yes, sir. Thank you…for the second chance.”

An instinctive sneer curled over Oikawa’s lips, only to fall away when he looked at Iwaizumi again. “I’m not doing it for you. Kindaichi, take them back to his room.”

Kindaichi jolted, as though coming back to himself, before dipping into a bow. “Yes, sir. Um…follow me, please.”

As Shoyo and Tobio slowly rose to their feet, Matsukawa caught Kindaichi by the arm and leaned in to murmur something to him. Kindaichi’s eyes widened, but he nodded, mouth a shaky line. When they left the throne room, Oikawa and Iwaizumi finally looked around at Matsukawa, and Shoyo only caught a glimpse of Matsukawa moving towards Iwaizumi before the wood panels shut behind them.

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Tobio was silent on the way to his room, which wasn’t strange. What was strange was the knowledge that he was silent because he was thinking. So Shoyo matched his silence, only distracting him with the pressure of their fingers woven together.

“Food will be brought to you later,” Kindaichi said as he let them back into Tobio’s room, “and I don’t think you’ll have to do your rounds today. Should I bring Kunimi to look at anything?”

Shoyo shook his head, holding his tongue until Kindaichi’s footsteps faded down the hallway and left them truly alone in Tobio’s room. “What do we do?” he finally burst out, pulling Tobio with him to sit on the floor. “How do we prove our trust?”

“I have an idea,” Tobio murmured, “but you’re not going to like it.”

Shoyo blinked. “What? Why not? What’s the idea?”

“I…I don’t think I should tell you.”

“Why?!”

“Because of trust, dumbass! If we’re going to prove anything, I need you to do what I say when I ask you, okay?”

Shoyo scowled—he hated having secrets kept from him, hated it even more when the withheld information was the key to something so important. But Tobio just frowned back, an immovable object to Shoyo’s unstoppable force, and eventually Shoyo could only huff and grumble, “Why even bring it up if you’re not gonna tell me anything?”

“So then you won’t waste too much energy on thinking.”

“Hey!”

Tobio’s frown melted into a smile, a soft, slight little thing, and Shoyo’s annoyance drained away just as smoothly. He fiddled absentmindedly with Tobio’s hand, an outlet for his nerves as he asked, “Should we…should we tell him? That you have an idea?”

Tobio shook his head, catching Shoyo’s restless fingers with a firm pressure that Shoyo knew was meant to steady both of them. “Not yet. I think…I don’t think Iwaizumi-san will leave Oikawa-san until he lets us go. So…let them have some extra time. We can say something when they bring us some food.”

“Don’t you want to go home?”

The weight of Tobio’s silence unnerved him, and the feeling worsened when dark blue eyes slowly raised to his and revealed a nervousness ill-suited for a homecoming. “I…I want you to go home,” he said slowly, choosing every word with care, “and I want to go with you. But…I don’t know what my home is like anymore. I don’t know how anyone will react, if…if anyone will be happy to see me. It doesn’t…feel like home anymore, not like…”

“Not like…?”

Tobio brought their joined hands up and pressed his lips to the back of Shoyo’s hand. “Not like ours,” he breathed into his skin.

Shoyo’s heart skipped a beat, then swelled with love and pity and anger for the man curling into himself in front of him. Of course he was scared to go home. It had been six years.

“I’ll be there,” he hissed, crawling forward until he could nudge their noses together. “We’ll make it feel like home together, I promise. And I know, I know your grandfather will be so happy to see you. How could he not be?”

“He thinks I died, Sho. And now he’s going to think I ran away from home or something.”

“So tell him what happened! He’ll listen to you, he’ll hear you out, just like he heard me out when I had to leave to live with you.” A puff of air washed over his face, before he was grabbed into a hug with Tobio’s face buried into his shoulder. “I’m a samurai of the Kageyama clan, sworn to protect the daimyo and his family,” Shoyo whispered, stroking his fingers through Tobio’s hair, “and that includes you, Tobio. I’ll stay by your side through anything.”

“I know,” Tobio said, words muffled in Shoyo’s shoulder. “Me, too.”

All the giddy joy of last night’s reunion was drained away by the tumultuous ebb and flow of Oikawa’s rage and Iwaizumi’s reappearance, leaving an ache deep in Shoyo’s chest. Tobio was right back to making himself small under his fear and guilt, and Shoyo hated it. But what could he do? What could he say? It was his fault Tobio was in this situation.

“I love you,” Shoyo decided to say, mouthing the words into the soft hair at Tobio’s temple. He didn’t feel rejected by the way Tobio’s shoulders stiffened beneath his arms. He knew that was his way of pushing against the instinctive belief that he wasn’t worthy of that love. It just meant Shoyo would have to keep working to make him believe otherwise.

Tobio tightened his arms around his waist and pulled him into his lap, keeping his face buried in his shoulder the entire time. “I love you, too,” he eventually murmured, “I…Sho, I…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m…I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.”

“Never.” Shoyo held on even tighter, until he wasn’t sure if the heartbeat he felt was his own or Tobio’s. “You’re stuck with me, Tobi. Not even magical storms or shrouds could keep me away from you.”

“Yeah…stubborn dumbass.”

“Jerk,” Shoyo laughed, softening the taunt with another kiss to Tobio’s hair. He wanted to sink into the love settling over his nerves and easing the tremble of his fingers, but doubt pricked at him. “Tobio…you know I trust you, right?”

Silence met his question, broken by a soft sigh. “We’ll find out tomorrow, right?”

The lack of a firm answer stung, but it wasn’t unfair. Sure, the fact that Shoyo had come this far for him was a sign of his love and devotion. But no amount of insistence would change the fact that he’d broken Tobio’s trust the moment he lit the candle. It was a mistake that nearly ruined Tobio’s life twice over. Of course he would need something tangible to prove otherwise. “What about my love for you?”

This time, he earned a huff of laughter and the feeling of Tobio’s nose nuzzling into the curve of his neck. “Of course I know it,” he mumbled into Shoyo’s skin. “I love you, too, dumbass.”

“Good.” Shoyo’s arms tightened, only to immediately loosen at Tobio’s pained gasp. “What? What happened?!”

“The burns.” Tobio leaned away just enough to loosen his robes and frown at the three sunken burns on the strong swell of his chest. “They still hurt.”

“How?”

“I dunno. Aren’t you the healer’s son?”

“This isn’t normal,” Shoyo muttered, ignoring the taunt to peer at the burns. They were still perfect circles, still raw and red, still emitted a heat when Shoyo brushed his fingers around the flushed area. “This must be Oikawa’s magic. That’s why the wax burned you like this. Maybe it’s keeping you from healing, too.”

“Oikawa?!”

“Yeah.” Shoyo met Tobio’s eyes, and nearly shuddered at the stunned anger burning in their midnight depths. It was only the second time he’d seen him truly show anger at the sorcerer. “He gave the candle to my mom.”

“That…that bastard. He set us up.”

“Hey.” Shoyo caught Tobio’s face and forced him to hold their eye contact, waiting for his anger to ebb away before continuing, “Yes, the candle was unfair. But it’s still my fault that I lit it, and today we’re going to fix it, right?”

Tobio’s nod was slow. “…Right.”

Shoyo’s eyes wandered back to the burns, guilt crawling up his throat until he felt sick. “I’m sorry,” he whispered brokenly. “I’m so sorry I hurt you like that.”

“Hey. Don’t apologize.” Tobio gently pulled his hand away from the burns. “You’ve gotten hurt, too. We’ll fix it. All of it. But you have to listen to me, okay?”

Shoyo wasn’t familiar with the shifting emotions of Tobio’s human features, but he could still tell that the entreaty in his dark blue eyes didn’t quite belong there. What on earth would he ask him to do, if he was this nervous about Shoyo’s response? “...Okay.”

“Okay…good.”

With that, Tobio burrowed back into him, reminding Shoyo of the way Natsu would burrow into her plush rabbit. He fought valiantly against the laugh rising to his lips when he offered, “Hey…should we get the futon out? Do you want to sleep?”

“No. I wanna stay like this.”

“Then your legs will fall asleep.”

“Don’t care.”

“You will later!”

“Quit nagging and hold me back, dumbass!”

“Spirits…,” Shoyo huffed, as though he weren’t already holding him tight around his shoulders. “Yes, Your Grace.”

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Tobio did eventually let Shoyo go, but only because Kindaichi arrived with food. After they finished eating, Shoyo mentioned needing to change the wrappings on his arms, and when Kindaichi returned to take away the dishes, Tobio was partway through wrapping clean bandages around Shoyo’s wrists. “Oh. I thought you didn’t need any healing.”

“This isn’t healing,” Shoyo answered Kindaichi, though his eyes stayed fixed on the adorable pout of concentration Tobio wore as he carefully secured the wrappings on his right wrist. “I just needed to clean these.”

“Ah. Well…I’ll just…take these, then.” “Thanks!” Shoyo kept watching Tobio, his own lips curving into a frown when he didn’t add anything. “...Tobio.”

“What?”

“Your idea.”

Tobio’s single-minded concentration shifted into realization, then urgency. “Oh! Right, we wanted to see Oikawa-san again.”

Kindaichi blinked, suspicion creasing his features. “Really? You already have an idea?”

“We do.”

“...Alright.”

The walk back to the great hall was terribly familiar now. With Tobio at his side, Shoyo felt a particular sense of deja vu, and he reached for Tobio’s hand without really thinking about it. He just…needed the reassuring pressure of their fingers woven together.

Kindaichi paused once they reached the throne room, hands hovering over the panels in an echo of that morning. “...Are you sure about this?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at the couple. Some anger still lingered in his eyes, but there was also genuine worry, especially when his eyes rested on Tobio.

That was right. He had mentioned feeling some sympathy for the cursed heir. But the worry Shoyo saw now went beyond simple sympathy. “Yes,” Tobio answered softly. “Could…could you get the candle, as well? If Oikawa-san has it?”

Kindaichi took a slow breath, and then, with a nod in return, he slid the doors open, slipping inside and leaving Shoyo and Tobio alone.

“Tobio,” Shoyo whispered, squeezing Tobio’s hand when he saw fear on his face, “it doesn’t matter if this doesn’t work. I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you.”

“Dumbass, aren’t you supposed to be encouraging me?” Tobio huffed, a small smile cracking through his fear.

“I am encouraging!”

“Uh-huh.”

Tobio didn’t get a chance to tease Shoyo any more before the panels clacked open again. They both froze when, instead of Kindaichi, they found Iwaizumi standing in the entrance. “I hope you two have a good idea,” he said, his small smile gentling his words, “because Oikawa is not happy with being interrupted.”

“Iwa-chan, stop plotting with the enemy and get back here.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes but still obeyed, leading Shoyo and Tobio into the throne room and rejoining Oikawa at the dais. Hanamaki and Matsukawa flanked the kyosoku, a few steps in front of where silent guards usually stood. To Shoyo’s surprise, Oikawa sat at the edge of the dias instead of at his armrest. It wasn’t until he stood and grabbed at Iwaizumi’s hand that Shoyo realized: there wasn’t space for two people at the kyosoku, nor on the cushion next to it. Of course Oikawa would lower himself to be next to the late love of his life.

“Well, Tobio-chan,” the sorcerer sniffed, lip curling around the mocking nickname, “what grand idea couldn’t even wait a day? And what, precisely, do you need with my candle? Fancying another burn?”

“Oi, Shitty-kawa.”

“What?! You saw his burns!”

“Not…not really,” Tobio quietly interjected. He didn’t look at Shoyo, as though he could feel the weight of his confused gaze. “I do need to light it again.”

Oikawa frowned but he picked up the candle and its dish and tossed them to their feet, so that Tobio had to crouch to retrieve them. “I expect your little samurai has a striker of some sort.”

Shoyo’s shoulders shot up to his ears when the attention of everyone in the room turned on him. “Uh. Yes, yeah, I do.”

“Okay.” Tobio lowered himself to the tatami mats and fit the candle onto its holder. He waited quietly as Shoyo dug out his striker from his pack and only offered a nod when Shoyo looked at him for guidance.

It was easy enough to light the candle, despite his hands trembling—he couldn’t shake the memory of the first and last time he’d lit this candle. “Okay,” he said once a flame flickered on the candle. “Now what?”

“Let it melt a bit.”

“Must we be here for the full process?” Oikawa drawled. He flopped back onto the edge of the dias, his boredom breaking only to offer a sweet grin at Iwaizumi’s exasperation. “Aw, you missed this, Iwa-chan. Admit it.”

“Dunno why I did,” Iwaizumi sighed, words mismatched with the way he lowered himself to Oikawa’s side and let him loop their arms together. There was an undercurrent of melancholy in their bickering, as if they knew this chance at normalcy would be short-lived.

“Princeling, what is the point of all this?”

“You told us to prove our trust,” Tobio said shortly, “and we can’t do that if I explain too much.”

Melted wax slowly dripped down the candle, eventually pooling in the dish the way it had when Shoyo accidentally burned Tobio with it. “Is this enough?”

“I think so.” Tobio looked up from the candle, and a shudder ran up Shoyo’s spine when their eyes met and he saw stony determination in those dark depths. “You have to listen to me, Sho.”

“I know.”

“You won’t like this.”

“O…kay? What do I need to do?”

“You have to pour it on me.”

“What?!” Shoyo was distantly aware of a sucked-in breath and some shuffles from the others in the room, but all his attention was narrowed in on Tobio’s impassive features.

“You have to pour it over my burns.”

“No! Why?! It’ll hurt you, I can’t— not again—”

“Shoyo.” Steady hands held Shoyo’s shaking hands. “You said you trust me.”

“I do, but—!”

“So trust me. Listen to me.”

“What if I hurt you again?”

“This is my idea,” Tobio reassured him. “If I get hurt, then it’s my own fault. Do it, Sho. Please. And when you start, you can’t stop until I tell you to, alright?”

The trembling of Shoyo’s hands worsened as he reached for the dish and lifted it, slow with dread. Familiar fingers settled around his wrist, holding him steady as he positioned it to pour over the three burns. “Are…are you ready?” Shoyo asked, voice hoarse in his dry throat.

Tobio slowly let go, leaving Shoyo to pour the wax on his own. “Yes.”

He sucked in a deep breath and slowly, carefully tilted the dish. Watching the wax slip out of the dish and onto Tobio’s skin felt like being trapped in a terrible flashback, a haunting nightmare. Then, Tobio groaned, and the reality became worse than the memory. Shoyo’s hand jerked, instinct telling him to right the dish and stop the flow of wax, but he caught himself just in time. “Tobio—”

“Don’t stop,” he grunted, eyes screwed shut against the pain. The fingers around Shoyo’s wrist started shaking, a tiny, almost-unnoticeable tremor, but it was enough for guilt to weigh heavy in his gut. He was hurting him, he was hurting him, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Tobio didn’t say anything, didn’t tell him to stop pouring, letting the burns be covered in a thick layer of wax that was already drying solid on his skin. Curiously, the wax didn’t burn him further. It just settled on him, pulling his skin tight as it dried. “Tell me to stop,” Shoyo whispered, “please, Tobio, end this.”

Tobio stayed silent, holding his breath until he finally gasped, “Stop.”

Shoyo jerked his hand back, blew out the flame, and abandoned the candle in favor of cupping Tobio’s face. “You idiot,” he hissed, brushing sweaty bangs out of Tobio’s unfocused eyes. “What was that supposed to prove? That I’ll hurt you on command?”

Uneasiness churned in his stomach when the only response he got were slow, dazed blinks. When Tobio eventually spoke, his words nearly slurred together. “Wipe it off.”

“What?”

“The wax. Wipe it away.”

Shoyo’s tongue burned with all of the questions he wanted to demand answers to, but Tobio looked like he could barely stay seated upright. He moved easily with Shoyo’s guiding hands to lay down on the mats, before Shoyo ripped a bit of fabric from the bottom of his torn-up kosode and dug out his waterskin. “Stay awake, you jerk,” he huffed under his breath, wetting the scrap and beginning to ever-so-carefully wipe away the wax. It was slow work, thanks to the wax needing to be soaked through before being wiped off. But bit by bit, the blue wax lifted from Tobio’s skin, and bit by bit, Shoyo’s eyes widened from what he saw.

At first he wasn’t sure if he was seeing correctly, but it quickly became unmistakable: the three burns were nowhere to be seen. It was as though those small, raw, perfectly-round circles had never been there, leaving smooth, pale skin beneath the wax. “How?” he gasped.

Tobio painstakingly raised himself to his elbows and stared down at his chest. “Oh…it worked.”

“‘Oh’? What do you mean, ‘oh’?!” Shoyo demanded. “What happened to the burns?!”

“The curse…” Shoyo and Tobio’s heads turned in unison to look at Oikawa, who stared at Tobio’s chest in disbelief. “Those burns were caused by your failure to break the curse. If they’re gone, then…”

“We broke it.” Tobio’s eyes were much more alert when they met Shoyo’s, and a smile—a beautiful, relieved, hesitant smile—began to inch across his face. “We did it, Sho. You trusted me.”

Shoyo’s stare swung from Tobio, to his chest, to a smiling Iwaizumi, and finally, Oikawa, who looked like he might make lightning strike the throne room itself. “Is it true?” Shoyo whispered. “Is the curse broken?”

There was a tense beat where Shoyo thought Oikawa would refuse outright. But instead, the sorcerer turned to Iwaizumi and grabbed his hands. The shifter’s surprise hardened into a frown. “Don’t you dare—”

“One night,” Oikawa pleaded, clinging to Iwaizumi’s hands. “If I let them go and do what you asked, then give me that. Give me one night with you, please.” When Iwaizumi didn’t answer immediately, Oikawa leant in to brush their noses together, still holding tight to his hands. “Please, Hajime. I won’t…I won’t ask you to stay forever. Just one more night, please.”

Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched almost as tight as his eyes were squeezed shut. “…Fine,” he breathed, “but only if you let them go.”

“Fine,” Oikawa echoed. He darted in for a quick kiss, a bittersweet smile curving his lips when Iwaizumi grunted, “Oi!” in protest. The smile was gone when he shoved himself to his feet, swept to Tobio’s side, and crouched down to hold the blue stone still hanging around his neck by a leather strap.

A dull glow began to emit from the stone, pulsing like a heartbeat, only to die back down to a still, blue darkness. Oikawa’s fingers tightened around the stone before he abruptly tugged at it, yanking it from Tobio’s neck and sending the heir sprawling backwards to the floor.

“It’s done,” Oikawa said, his voice dull. He coiled the leather strap over the stone in the palm of his hand, as though he were going to tuck it into the pouch hanging off his obi. Suddenly, the ends of the leather sparked, and bright orange embers burned through the strap like a dwindling incense stick. It even burned through the stone, leaving a small pile of ash in Oikawa’s hand. “Go.”

He ignored the pairs of wide eyes that followed him back to the dais, where Iwaizumi awaited him with a small, sad smile and an outstretched hand. “W…what?” Tobio finally said, voice hoarse with disbelief.

“Go!” Oikawa snapped. Even though he was facing his throne, the tension in his shoulders still radiated anger and grief. “Leave! And don’t ever show your faces on this island again. There are always new curses to be placed.”

Shoyo needed no further encouragement. He gathered up his things and urged Tobio to his feet, ready to dip into a final bow and dash out of the castle. But when he pulled Tobio off the floor, the heir slipped his hand away and reached for the talisman instead. “Can we give this back?” he murmured.

“Oh. Um…yeah, of course,” Shoyo stammered, “if…if Oikawa-san will take it.”

With that, Tobio reached into Shoyo’s robes and carefully untied the talisman from around him, letting it fall into his hand with a silken, whispering rustle. Shoyo watched with his heart in his throat as the love of his life slowly approached the man who hated him most in the world, the man who he’d robbed of a lover and who in turn had robbed him of six years. He lowered himself to his knees and bent forward until his forehead brushed the tatami floor. An hush fell over the room at the sight—heirs of daimyos weren’t meant to offer a dogeza to anyone but their own daimyo, and certainly not their enemy.

“Please accept this,” Tobio said, “and accept our gratitude for your mercy. I…I know you won’t forgive me, but—”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” Tobio’s head lifted at the interruption. Iwaizumi grinned down at him and crouched to take the talisman. “You made a mistake, a terrible mistake,” he told the younger man, “and you have paid more consequences than you should have. Go, live your life, and…and maybe one day, you might even begin to forget about all of this.” He looked up at Shoyo, his grin broadening into a smile that shook with gratitude. “Thank you, Hinata. Those words don’t feel like enough, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Shoyo murmured, bending into a deep bow, “and thank you for helping me.”

When he straightened, Iwaizumi still smiled, but as their eyes met, he lifted his chin in a gesture to the panels behind Shoyo. “Go.”

It was all so sudden, and somehow not fast enough. Shoyo’s lip trembled as he bowed to Matsukawa and Hanamaki, who responded with smiles of their own, and then to Kindaichi, who bowed back.

Through it all, Tobio kneeled, gazing up at Oikawa’s back. Shoyo shouldered their things and crouched at his side, rubbing a soothing hand between his shoulders. “Tobio…let’s go.”

With a deep, shaky breath, Tobio nodded and let Shoyo help him to his feet again. But before they turned away, Shoyo looked at Oikawa, at his stiff posture and pretty hair, and murmured, “Thank you. I…I think you have a good heart, and I know it will heal. I hope…you can find some happiness then.”

He didn’t get a response beyond a sucked-in breath, and he didn’t expect more. He just let Tobio weave their fingers together and lead the way out of the throne room. The weight of everyone’s eyes rested on his back as they walked, but as the wood panels closed behind them, Shoyo shuddered from a prickle down his neck and whirled back around.

There, through the closing gap between the dark wood, Oikawa watched them with shadowed eyes and thin lips. The clack of the panels finally closing underlined the shiver that slid up Shoyo’s spine.

“Shoyo?”

“Sorry!” he gasped, whirling back to Tobio. “Sorry, I just…I felt…” Concern glittered in those dark eyes, making guilt chase off the unsettling weight in Shoyo’s stomach. “Nothing,” he decided, tugging lightly at Tobio’s hand. “Let’s go, Tobio.”

Tobio gave a mute nod and let Shoyo lead the way through the halls. When Shoyo looked back at him, Tobio was taking in the castle surrounding them, brows furrowed with nerves and frustration. “Hey.” Dark blue eyes snapped to Shoyo. “What’s wrong?”

“Just…” Tobio stared down the stairs that awaited them. “I can’t believe it. I…I can’t believe it’s over. I can go home. It’s really over.”

“It’s really over,” Shoyo confirmed. He took Tobio’s hands in his, smiling when their eyes met again. “We did it, Tobio. The curse is broken. I came here to take you home, and now it’s happening. We can go home!”

Tobio’s breaths slowly steadied, and his hands stopped trembling in Shoyo’s. “Sho…”

“Yeah?”

Tobio’s hands slid out of his and cupped his cheeks to pull him into a kiss. It was chaste but slow, and when they parted, their lips clung like drawn syrup. His eyes fluttered open to find Tobio watching him with the softest, fondest smile on his lips and not a trace of uncertainty in his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Shoyo said, unashamed of the catch in his voice. “Let’s go home?”

“Yeah. Take me home.”

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mylarena · 1 year

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this is the only other good thing i could find of my kagehina bs. its unfinished and vague but its Better than the restjhJFDHGJHJGH. @fusedhound

photographer hinata au. model kageyama au. hinata is 100% aware of kageyamas existence and really wants to photograph him but one time kageyama was a huge jerk towards him and hinata holds one heck of a grudge. modeling company/whatever company assigns hinata to photograph kageyama as a project. they spend nearly every day of the week together traveling/doing random things around the city for a month or two.

originally they were constantly bickering and arguing but it gets better and they start to dread the day theyre done with the project.

on the last day they argue and hinatas camera breaks during the argument and hes Mad and Upset and storms off.

they dont talk for a week or so and hinata turns in all his photos (to yachi first, so she can comb through them and pick out the best ones. hinata doesnt go through them himself, hes too angry and refuses to do so.), the project is completed and published or whatever and hinata begrudgingly looks through it (after spending his time moping/being upset) and proceeds to run straight from his house to kageyamas apartment. meanwhile, kageyama has been doing the same exact thing the whole time and throws open his door right as hinata goes to knock.

they make eye contact for a solid 10+ seconds, before both speaking at the same time and word vomiting, essentially just saying "im sorry i messed up i miss you"

after talking it out kageyama proceeds to sit hinata on the couch before going off and shuffling through his room, coming back with a new camera (one of which hinata had been eyeing but he didnt wanna spend the money on it when he had a working one already.) hinata reacts to this in the same way one would react to being proposed to.

the project, which was just to capture candid-type shots while traveling, ended up being a sort of timelapse of hinata and kageyama's relationship developing.

The first photos are snapped by Sugawara right before they left on their trip. In the first few, Kageyama is trying to fit luggage into the back of a car, looking down at Hinata with a scowl on his face. Hinata and standing next to him, mid-gesture as he visibly shouts at Kageyama. They're arguing about who gets to drive first. In the next couple, Kageyama had asked "Are you even tall enough to drive?", prompting Hinata to lunge at him.

These photos happen to catch the moment Kageyama's eyes widen as he realizes that Hinata has launched himself at him, and as he lets go of the luggage to hold out his arms slightly as if to catch Hinata. The luggage all falls out of the car, on top of the two of them, who are wrestling on the pavement. Suga does nothing to stop this, and instead Daichi and Asahi pull the two apart.

After Daichi scolds the two, Sugawara pointed out that Hinata couldn't take pictures if he was driving. Hinata begrudgingly agrees to sit in the passenger seat.

The next photos are taken by Hinata. The first few are of the scenery flying by, and there is one of his reflection in the side view mirror. He's flashing a peace sign.

There are a handful of images of Kageyama's side profile as he drives. For the first of them, his face is relaxed and calm. Once he realizes Hinata is taking pictures of him, his face contorts into a scowl. It could've been the lighting, but his face seems to have a bit more color to it.

#myposting #hinatag #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #kagehina #god this is so.#im so sorry for the writing and inconsistency and the grammar #mydrabbles

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crowtobio · 10 months

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about

hiii im mit, im 18, i use they/xe and im a genderqueer butch lesbian :) i love love love haikyuu and kageyama tobio and kagehina.

some things i like and talk about sometimes are:

-haikyuu -persona 3-5 (especially 4 though,,,...) -a3 (mostly akigumi/juuza + guy) -rgg (played 0-3, currently playing 4) -ace attorney (currently playing dgs1)

i tag every series i post about frequently and usually also tag characters in posts unless theres a lot of them dsfjksd. japanese characters are always tagged [family name] [given name], (e.g. hinata shouyou, hyoudou juuza, tatsumi kanji) other than tobio who's tag is king of the court bc he gets a special one bc i like him <3 if there's anything you need tagging feel free to send me an ask or dm about it!! i tend to forget to tag triggers sometimes but if you lmk that you need something tagging i'll be sure to remember hdskshdf

i also use a queue for most art reblogs (tag is ‘somebody even better will come and find queue’)

my dms are also always open if anyone wants to talk!! i'm always happy to talk about mutual fandoms. i can be kind of bad at responding and miss messages sometimes though, so if its been a few days since you sent me a message just send another one sfdhsdf i probably missed it.

i'm also happy to receive asks!! though again i take a while to respond sometimes.

(im also a really big zuka fan and have a sideblog for that (@dossei-dossei) if you're interested)

#idk how to write an about #idk i like tobio thats all u need to know about me #i probably missed stuff but ill just post it and then i can always edit it idk #welcome to my blog im frequently unhinged about kagehina

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suckishima · 4 years

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“But you know... if Kageyama is starting to say what he wants to say, what about vice versa?”

- Haikyu!! s04e7: Return

(I just rewatched this scene, and no joke started crying. The whole episode is focused on how Kageyama thinks he can’t ask for more from his team even though he wants to. He wants to call them out on their bad habits to push them to be better, and to push himself to then match them. And once that confrontation is over, Ukai and Takeda think that because Kageyama is so skilled, that the other players won’t be able to tell when Kageyama is off. But then Hinata is there - not only aware enough of Kageyama’s playstyle to know - but also unafraid to speak his mind about it. Hinata is reciprocating that push and pull dynamic that Kageyama had been wanting from his team since he got back from youth camp. Once again they’re both pushing each other in order to push themselves. Because of Hinata’s willingness to communicate and call Kageyama out, Kageyama isn’t isolated anymore. It’s the beginning of the transition from “the lonely tyrant” to just “ the king of the court.” And all because “someday, someone even better will come and find you.” 🥺😭)

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ahyakashi · 3 years

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No anime i have seen so far has kept me this positively on the edge of my seat and shivering with excitement like Haikyuu!! Drowning in emotions and love for these two, especially Hinata

It's exceedingly heartwarming and perfect to see these two evolve from the start. But this takes the crown IMO

The moment Tsukishima says "Speed is very, very strong weapon. It's very charming and cool. But it's not invincible. They [Hinata and Kageyama] knew that a little better than everyone else"

It just shows so much progress from their initial quick combo attack to the present

What an episode!

Screencap from Haikyuu!! To the Top E24

Monsters' Ball / Bakemon-tachi no utage / バケモンたちの宴

#i can't possibly profess my love for haikyuu and all of its characters #how do you come up with such brilliant narrative #i had actual chills during this scene #how do you keep getting so much better every season #Furudate: hmm .. yes.. this is good... i guess I'll surpass myself even more #beautiful and in tears #haikyuu!! to the top #haikyuu!!#haikyu #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #kagehina #tsukishima kei #kei tsukishima #hq #tsukki

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jellycryptid · 4 years

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Kagehina demon possessed me

#its not even one of my fave ships #hfjdk #but man the white bg looks better #but im including the bg one bc i worked hard on it 😔#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq!!#kagehina #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #my art

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miiracleboys · 2 years

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fic recs 6

i finally submitted all my college applications! about damn time. here’s some fic recs to celebrate.

Three Sheets to the Wind and its coda, Marriage of Worlds by fairycake | both M | 117.2K and 13.4K respectively

sakuatsu. pirate au in which sakusa is the son of nobility that gets accidentally kidnapped by pirates and ends up accompanying them on their treasure hunt. i’m still on a pirate kick after ofmd and this one was really fun!!

love notes in the kitchen by thelittlebirdthattoldyou | T | 6.6K

iwaoi. au in which iwaizumi is a restaurant owner and oikawa is the critic who keeps coming in. told from the point of view of yahaba and kindaichi, who think they’re pining rivals and decide to try to get them together, having no idea they’re already a couple. cute and funny!

one, two— by lovelycrinkle | T | 2.3K

iwaoi. au in which iwaizumi is an unsmiling model and oikawa is the photographer who messes with him to try to coax one out of him. told from the point of view of oikawa’s coworker, who has no idea they’re together and thinks oikawa is startlingly bold. a quick, fun read.

know you better by theglitterati | M | 14.4K

sakuatsu butt heads when sakusa first joins the jackals. to fix it, they grudgingly try to understand each other. OUGH this one was good and the relationship progression is fantastic. do mind the tags, though; this one deals with some heavy mental health issues that could be triggering.

on metamorphosis in the vaganova method by spacegirlkj | T | 2.1K

sakusa-centric sakuatsu that explores his relationship with gender :’)

The art of fighting in heels by boxofwonder | T | 8.7K

kyouhaba magical girl au. kyoutani is an apprentice to iwaizumi as the light side and yahaba, apprentice to oikawa and the dark side, never fails to get under his skin. funny and a very entertaining read.

Power Registration Form (Rev. Ed. 20XX) by jercydee | G | 2.7K

mostly gen with a sprinkling of daisuga. a series of forms and social media posts that follow an incident that caused the abrupt acquisition of superpowers. short and funny :)

convergence by curvatures | T | 2.8K

kagehina relationship study and a character study of both. very prose-heavy and very pretty ;-;

out of reach of rain by statistisk | G | 1.8K

just a scene with aone and futakuchi before they step out into the rain. They Are Friends and their dynamic is really lovely here!

In The Dark Of The Night by dgalerab | T | 5.8K

kuroken. kenma notices an angry ghost haunting the training camp, and unfortunately for him, the ghost notices kenma too. delicious horror vibes, and please note the warning mention in the tags.

somewhere to belong by kitouma | T | 7.1K

sunaosa greek mythology au. suna is the ferryman for the dead, and the twins are castor and pollux, sharing immortality and switching places over and over again in the underworld. this one’s really cool!

even if you're ahead for a bit, i will catch up by ghostpot | G | 4.7K

kuroken. kuroo confesses for the first time when they’re kids, and he continues to voice it casually as they grow up together. kenma loves kuroo just as much but takes a little longer to say it. very soft and sweet—this author does kuroken so well.

you're the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) by ghostpot | T | 15K

god-fucking-tier kuroken featuring side bokuaka. kenma abruptly realizes he’s in love with kuroo and launches headfirst into the five stages of grief. kenma’s voice and their dynamic here is fantastic. like i said, this author’s kuroken?? literally unmatched. one of my all-time favorite fics for this ship.

#sakuatsu #iwaoi #kuroken #kyouhaba #kagehina #sunaosa #miya twins #sakusa kiyoomi #aone takanobu #futakuchi kenji #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #riko.txt #fic rec #been a while since i’ve done one of these :0

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theheightofdishonor · 1 year

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People canonly gossip and comment about kageyama and hinata all the time, like enough to make whole compilations about it on youtube and I've read hq enough times to have favourite instances so top 5 would be

ukai's whole "it's cruel the world kept them apart for this long" spiel I mean, we already know how I feel about this so I'll move on

this one's also something that i couldn't really remove, it's takeda's "chemical reaction" speech, again unparalleled, insane, yes this applies to karasuno as a team too but it's also about kagehina and seriously, y'all, the way this series goes out of it's way to confirm these two are fated soulmates-

anyways

3. now we're on more niche ones that i personally am insane about.

This, this right here?? This makes me want to chew on glass and scream into a cave and carve my lungs out with a rusty file. Now there's two readings of this, Kageyama's "we" could be in reference to either Hinata or Karasuno as a whole. Personally, I do think it's both but the text explicitly points us to Hinata so let's talk about how goddamn ridiculous that is because Kageyama's had team issues presumably his entire volleyball career (aka his whole life since he was born chewing on a volleyball) and Hinata was able to gain his trust and have him talk in team terms in less than a couple weeks. Kindaichi here is both reliable observer and an explicit contrast to Kageyama's relationship with Hinata.

(also like the panel after this where kindaichi has complicated feelings about this whole thing because this kageyama is a stranger to him and he's both mourning the person he could've known and the way their relationship turned out and wondering why hinata was able to have this effect on kageyama when he couldn't and kindaichi is just a character of my own heart but that has nothing to do with this so)

4. When Kenma said Kageyama would have no interest in a Hinata that couldn't operate at 100% and KAGEYAMA PROVED HIM WRONG. Kenma's one of the smartest characters in haikyuu. This guy was playing Karasuno like puppets the entire spring tournament match. On top of that, he's also Hinata's best friend which makes him a very reliable source re: kghn commentary and yet, he judges their relationship wrong and it costs Nekoma the match!!! Nekoma lost to Karasuno for the first time because even Kenma with all his knowledge and observation skills misjudged the stubborn trust these two have in each other!!!

5. Hanamaki comparing the quick and by extent Kagehina to a heavenly miracle because i think it just hammers in once again that the very act of these two together is equivalent to some grand cosmic event, something extraordinary, a chemical reaction of the highest order if you will. Nuclear fusion.

#kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #ukai keishin #takeda ittetsu #kozume kenma #kindaichi yutaro #hanamaki takahiro #im so sorry to hanamaki because i think i've only ever posted about him in context to this specific quote and its a travesty #anyways i came here just to rant about the kindaichi panel and ended up with a whole list #kagehina #brotp: someone even better #volleyball soulmates because the tag applies

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hhawks · 2 years

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kagehina are lovebirds and soulmates and no one can ever change my mind 😼🐧

kagehina are canonical soulmates its not even a question. the fact that they complete one another and are better when they're next to one another; everything about then screams two halves of a whole. when god made man as two heads eight limbs and two minds it was kagehina. when the world crumbles and leaves us as dust they will lie together. kagehina are complete and total soulmates and even if you don't see it romantically they bring out of one another the best and only the best. in this essay i will

#kagehina meta is my branding #hq meta #darlings: 🐧 anon #hera/haikyuu

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pearlsephoni · 10 months

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Spiking Heartbeats: A Day in the Life

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationships: Platonic Karasuno First Years, pre-relationship Tsukkiyama (Tsukishima/Yamaguchi), pre-relationship Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Hitoka Yachi, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, Tobio Kageyama, Original Child Character (Hinata's niece), Minor Original Characters, Asahi Azumane (cameo), Daichi Sawamura (cameo), Natsu Hinata (cameo)

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Some years later, the five unlikely friends are respected professors in their fields, known for their dedication to their patients and the learning opportunities they provide to the residents and interns in the hospital. But no matter how busy they get, they still find time to bring some teasing, bickering, and comfort to each other.

A/N: Written as part of a collaborative series with @/r0mantic-era of Haikyuu Hospital Playlist AU fics, featuring the Karasuno first years as the 99s! Originally published on AO3 on April 1st. Further author's notes can be found there.

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Mornings like these are rare for Hitoka. She could wake up and get ready for work at the same time as her boyfriend, get dropped off by him, and have time to spare to get a coffee before her first appointment of the day. Even rarer is the chance to walk into the hospital cafe and see—

"Tobio?"

She's used to the sight of his eyes jerking up from his phone with a look of panic, before he recognizes her and relaxes right back into his blank, accidentally-intimidating expression. "Oh, Yacchan."

"You can't keep looking so scared to talk to people," she laughs as she sits at his little table. "You're going to hurt someone's feelings."

"It's just my face," he mumbles, shoving a bite of omelette into his mouth. "You're here early."

"Mm-hm! Takuto wanted to drop me off today, since we had to get up at the same time!" She begins to take a sip of coffee, only to lower her cup when she notices Kageyama's brows furrowing. "Hey, be nice."

"I didn't say anything!"

"You don't need to!"

With that, Kageyama's features settle into the frown Hitoka knew they'd been resisting. "...I still don't like him."

"Well, I'm glad you and Kei finally have something to agree on," she sighs. "When's your next appointment?"

"Not for a while. I just finished a delivery. What about you?"

Hitoka hums as she looks at her watch. "Oh, shoot! Soon, I should go! See you!"

"Shee yo," Kageyama mumbles around another bite of omelette.

She only gets to the elevator before she hears someone call out, "Yacchan!"

"Hey, Tadashi!" Yamaguchi looks unusually harried, still combing his hair down from its usual tufts. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah! I lost track of time while prepping my lecture, and now I'm almost late for my first appointment."

"Oh, no," Hitoka sighs in sympathy. The elevator arrives, and they slip to the back together, letting nurses and residents fill in the rest of the car. "Would you like some coffee?"

Yamaguchi seamlessly takes her proffered cup, sips at the coffee, and returns it to her hand in the middle of straightening out his lab coat and making sure everything is in the correct pockets. "Oh, by the way, I wanted to talk to you about something I'm working on," he mutters in the quiet of the elevator. "Let me know when you get a free moment."

"Okay!"

The elevator dings at the second floor, and with one more smile, Yamaguchi weaves his way through the slower doctors and jogs down the hallway to his appointment room.

Something about seeing Kageyama be at his leisure while Yamaguchi is blustering around brings a smile to Hitoka's lips. Her smile lingers when she reaches her floor and makes her way to the neurology outpatient hall. "Hello, Mrs. Sakurai! Please, come in with me."

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"Ren-kun, don't you want to feel better? Let's get your shirt up, okay?"

The three-year-old lets out a long whine as he cringes away from the nurse's touch and pins his mother and Tadashi with a pout.

"Goodness," the mother sighs, adjusting her son's big teddy bear in her arms, "I don't know what's gotten into him today."

Tadashi is quiet for a moment, watching the toddler glower at him and biting back a smile, before an idea occurs to him. "Ohhhh, Mr. Bear!" he gasps theatrically. "What's wrong?"

He glances up from the bear to raise his brows at the mother, who thankfully catches on quickly. "Ohhhh, Doctor," she groans in a cartoonishly low voice, "my stomach's been hurting terribly! Can you help?"

"Hmmm, let's see!" Tadashi presses his stethoscope to the teddy's fuzzy belly and declares, "Oh dear, how do you feel now?"

"Oh, Doctor, I feel much better!"

"Wonderful! And what about you, ma'am?" He settles the stethoscope on the back of her hand where she's holding the teddy.

"Doctor! I feel great now!" she gasps in her regular voice.

"Good, good! Now whooooo's next, hm?" Tadashi dramatically looks over at Ren, who beams at him and raises his hand. "It's Ren-kun! C'mere, kiddo, can you lift your shirt for me?"

Once upon a time, Tadashi could barely make it through an appointment without his cheeks burning at the silly things he had to do to get his little patients to cooperate. Now it's just another part of the job, a simple way to make going to the hospital a little less stressful for their young minds.

By the time he's done with appointments, his throat is a touch sore from not only giving lengthy explanations to nervous parents, but also doing a series of silly, exaggerated voices to keep his patients distracted from the severity of their prognoses.

"Goodness, Doctor," the nurse, Sawamura, says with a soft laugh. "No wonder you always need tea after seeing outpatients."

Tadashi shoots him a sheepish grin around his mug of tea. "A small price to pay to make any part of this easier for them."

There aren't many outpatients in pediatrics today, giving him a rare chance to duck upstairs to his office and maybe even have a snack. If Tsukki is feeling generous, he might even have a chance to enjoy some of his expansive collection of sweets, kept secret within their group (though he bemoaned the possibility of Hinata, notorious swiper, helping himself to the sweets drawer).

As though summoned by his wandering thoughts, the elevator doors open to reveal Tsukishima himself, alone and slouched against the back wall with his head leaned back. "Tsukki!"

Tsukishima's eyes flash open, and with a jolt, he pushes himself upright, cheeks just barely rosy in the harsh elevator lighting. "Hey. You done with outpatients already?"

"Yep!" Tadashi can feel a wide, childlike smile pushing at his cheeks as he joins Tsukishima at the back of the car. "What're you doing here? I thought you had the day off?"

Tsukishima groans, eyes sliding shut and head knocking against the wall again. "I had to chew out some interns and make sure the patient could bounce back from their mistake."

Tadashi gives a low whistle. "That bad?"

"Mm." Eyes still closed, Tsukishima tilts towards Tadashi, leaning the slightest bit of weight against him. Tadashi's cheeks immediately tingle with warmth, even though he should be used to it by now. For as long as they've felt physically comfortable in their friendship, this has been Tsukishima's favorite way of silently seeking comfort from Tadashi, and Tadashi only: a silent lean that lets their sides press flush against each other.

The only thing that's changed is Tadashi's feelings towards Tsukishima. Not that Tsukki knows anything about that.

"Are you going home now?" he asks as he leans some weight back, fighting valiantly to keep his voice steady.

"No." Tsukishima slouches even more into Tadashi, until a laugh bursts from him and a tiny smile tugs at Tsukki's lips. "I've got another patient to check on. Then I might go home."

"Well…since you're here…"

Goldenrod eyes blink open over a small, knowing frown. "Yes, you can have some cookies, you little thief. D'you still have the extra key?"

"Yep! Thanks, Tsukki!"

The elevator slides to a stop with a cheery ding, but Tsukishima doesn't say anything until Tadashi has already stepped off and the doors begin shutting. "Don't let Hinata in!"

"He's not in today, relax!" Tadashi wouldn't have let him into Tsukki's office, anyway. Unsupervised snack drawer access was a privilege he enjoyed all on his own. And sometimes with Yachi. But mostly on his own.

🩺

"What's going on?" Kei asks the moment he stepped into the ward, smearing on some hand cleanser.

The resident hurries up, already speaking by the time he reaches Kei’s side. “Doctor, the patient was hooked up to the ECMO, but she developed a pulmonary edema, so we had to intubate her. Her heart was barely beating when we checked her echo.”

Shit. Shiho’s been steadily improving, to the point that they were planning on getting her off of the ECMO and into a general ward. But if she’s regressed this badly… “Does her family know?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” That will make explaining the next steps a little easier.

When they approach Shiho’s bed, her mother is hovering over her, carefully tucking blankets around the sleeping 7-year-old. The sight makes Kei’s heart squeeze. It doesn’t matter how many years he works and how thick his skin is—the sight of little bodies dwarfed in hospital beds never gets easier.

He doesn’t know how Yamaguchi does it.

“Excuse me, ma’am. May I have a word?”

Shiho’s mother jolts upright and whirls around to face Kei. “Oh, hello, Doctor! Yes, of course.” The shadows under her eyes have gotten deeper since yesterday, and she seems unsteady on her feet as she follows Kei and the two interns to a quiet corner away from Shiho’s bed. Kei is almost tempted to set a steadying hand under her elbow, but he doesn’t dare.

“Shiho’s heart has worsened, Mrs. Suzui, to the point that she’s developed pulmonary edema,” he says once they come to a stop, never one to beat around the bush. He’s been on the other side of these interactions. He knows all any family member wants is to know how their loved one is doing. “She won’t be able to depend on the ECMO for much longer. An artificial heart would be better, especially in reducing the pressure on her left ventricle. She will need surgery either later today or tomorrow.”

"Oh, god," the mother gasps, eyes wide and wavering with tears. "Doctor, I…I really can't afford to pay for a surgery right now. Could we wait a week? I can get the money in a week! Please, please save her, I don’t…I don’t know what else to do…"

Anger sparks in Kei's chest—not at Shiho's mother, of course not, but at the injustice of it all, the choice between death and bankruptcy. "We really can't wait to operate," he sighs, trying to school his face into a gentler, if not fully reassuring, expression. "But don't worry about the costs, ma'am. The hospital has several welfare programs—we can inform them about your daughter's case, and they will provide you with whatever financial assistance they can." Over his shoulder, he tells Azumane Asahi, one of the interns shadowing him that morning, “You go look into it.”

Shiho’s mother’s face crumples into the tears she's been fighting against so valiantly. "Thank you, Doctor! Thank you so much!" she weeps, dipping into bows with her hands clasped over her chest.

"We're just doing our job, ma'am." He bends into a bow of his own, before looking over his shoulder and frowning at the sight of Azumane still lingering there. "What're you doing? Go call them!"

Azumane jolts, giving a hasty bow and stammering, "R-right!"

Kei keeps an eye on him as he hurries out of the ward while digging his phone out of his pocket. Yeah…that kid has no idea who to call.

Sure enough, when Kei finishes explaining the needed surgery to the patient's mother, he leaves the ward and sees Azumane frantically typing on his phone. He’s a tall, sturdy guy, with long brown hair pulled into a bun and a neatly-trimmed goatee. But he never looks as intimidating as he could, because he’s almost always curled in on himself with doubt and anxiety. He looks positively hunchbacked now.

Kei feels for him. He does. He remembers when Yamaguchi and Yachi were always ten seconds away from a panic attack as interns. But there isn’t time for nerves in this field. The sooner Azumane learns that, the better.

With a sigh, Kei dials the number to the social services office and approaches Azumane. "I'm doing the operation tomorrow, and now I have to call social services. What exactly do you do around here?"

While Azumane stammers an apology, the line connects, and Kei's voice takes on a well-practiced tone of polite pleasantry. "Hello, this is Tsukishima Kei from Cardiothoracic Surgery. We have a pediatric case that needs financial aid, would assistance from the Fly High Fund be possible? Yes, just a moment."

Sharp eye contact is all the warning Kei gives Azumane before he tosses the phone at him and walks away. In his wake, he can hear Azumane beginning explaining the details of the surgery, voice finally steady and sure.

Well…at least he made sure to study the case.

Even though he has nothing else scheduled for the day, he decides to get lunch at the hospital cafe, just in case something else comes up. Better to be a few floors away than have to turn back around on the drive home.

The path from his regular elevator to the cafe takes him past the ER waiting room, an area he usually disregards if he hasn't been specifically called. Today, though, he stumbles mid-step, eyes catching on a terribly familiar mop of ginger hair.

"Shrimp?"

🩺

Shoyo loves his niece. Really, he does. Sure, when Natsu first announced her pregnancy, he was mostly relieved to no longer bear the pressure of providing their mother with a grandchild. But the little girl showed signs of that special Hinata charm from her first burbles, and now, at four years old, she already knows how to best wield her words in a way that even Shoyo has a hard time saying no to.

Sometimes, he wishes he could actually say no. Even if he is the cool, fun uncle, Kasumi really needs to learn how to take no as an answer. Maybe then they wouldn't play tea party every time Shoyo babysat her, costumes and all. And maybe then he wouldn't be standing in the ER waiting room of the hospital he works at with a plastic silver tiara superglued to his head.

“Uncle…Uncle Shoooooo…” He looks down at his pulled hand, and sees Kasumi gazing up at him with big, dark eyes. Her black hair is pulled into pigtails, and she’s still wearing her own gold tiara with gaudy pink jewels. “I’m really sorry!”

“It’s okay, Sumi-chan,” Shoyo sighs with a tired smile. They’ve been through this conversation ten times in the past hour, because the poor thing inherited the trademark Hinata anxiety along with their charisma. “You wanted to help keep the tiara on. Just…there’s a reason Mommy doesn’t let you use that glue.”

“I know.” She pouts and leans into him, her cheek squishing into his arm. “I’m sorry.”

He strokes his free hand over her head as he looks around the dwindling patients in the ER waiting room. It’s not that he thinks he deserves special privileges just because he works here, but really now…how long does it take to find someone to get this tiara off? The superglue will be tricky, especially where the tiara is stuck to his forehead, but it’s nothing this hospital hasn’t handled before.

“Alright, that’s it!” he declares after five more minutes. “C’mon, Sumi-chan, we’re going to find someone to help us!”

His niece brightens immediately, always eager to follow through on a grand plan. Her little legs somehow manage to keep up with his marching steps to the ER, hurrying along with a momentum that nearly flings her forward when Shoyo suddenly stops. “Ow!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Shoyo gasps, gathering her up and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I just, uh…changed my mind, let’s go back to waiting—”

“Shrimp?”

Shit.

With a wince, Shoyo slowly turns to face the last person he wanted to see like this. “Ah…hey, Four-Eyes. Kasumi, say hello. He’s a friend of mine, but you shouldn’t make friends like him! He’s big and mean!”

Kasumi’s eyes are wide with fear and intrigue as she does a little bow in Shoyo’s arms, missing the sneer Tsukishima sends him. “I’ve met Kasumi before.”

“Kasumi, do you remember Uncle Tsukki?”

Eyes still wide, Kasumi ever-so-slightly shakes her head. Tsukishima can’t do much more than sigh and offer the little girl a bad attempt at a reassuring smile, which immediately slides off his face when his focus shifts back to Shoyo. Jerk. “What’re you doing here? And what’s with the crown? Have you spent too much time with the King?”

“Haha.” He quickly presses another kiss to Kasumi’s cheek when he sees her little face start to crumple with guilt again. “We just had a little…mishap.”

“...Okay?”

Tsukishima’s steady eyes tell Shoyo that he’s not getting away without a proper explanation. “I told Kasumi that her tea-time tiaras don’t fit well on me, so she decided to help…with superglue.”

Pure, unadulterated delight melts across Tsukishima's face. “Holy shi— I mean, oh wow! That was a good idea, Kasumi!”

Kasumi’s guilt is replaced by confusion. “No no no, it wasn’t a good idea, but we know that now, and Sumi-chan won’t do it again, right?” He didn’t speak a moment too soon—her confusion gives way to determination as she gives a hefty nod. “Good girl!”

“Do you want me to call Yacchan?” Tsukishima asks, suppressed laughter clear in his voice. “Maybe she can give you a free psych evaluation after the tiara’s off.”

“Fu—uhhh, don’t be mean, Tsukishima! I’m just going to find someone to get this off quickly, and I’m going to go and enjoy the rest of my precious day off with Sumi! Right?”

“Right!” Shoyo can’t resist it—he simply has to press another kiss to Kasumi’s cheeks when they’re all round from her bright smile.

“Good luck with that,” Tsukishima snorts. His voice only gentles when he addresses Kasumi. “It was nice seeing you again, Kasumi. Make sure you keep your uncle out of trouble.”

It’s a rare sight to see Kasumi nervous to the point of a silent nod. Shoyo knew she had good instincts. Only when Tsukishima walks away does she mumble, “He’s scary.”

“Nah, he just looks like that,” Shoyo laughs. “He’s like Uncle Tobio—a big scary meanie at first, then all sweet when you’re friends!” That…doesn’t apply to Shoyo, but Kasumi doesn’t need to know that.

Her face creases with some confusion. “Uncle Tobio isn’t scary.”

Never mind. Her instincts aren’t that good.

The dreaded run-in with Tsukishima isn’t enough to distract Shoyo from his mission. What does distract him is the sight of Yachi wide-eyed and pointing straight at him. She’s standing next to a hospital bed with an older gentleman laying in it, arm in a sling and bandage on his head. It takes Shoyo a moment to recognize him as a prolific general surgeon who works in a hospital that’s clear across the city. What’s he doing here?

Never mind. “Um. Hi, Yacchan!” Maybe she really can help get the tiara off. Neurosurgery should apply to stuff on the outside of the brain, right?

“Shoyo! Oh my gosh, you’re exactly who I needed to see, can you come here?”

Unfortunately for Shoyo, Yachi is another person he can rarely say no to.

The explanations go by in a blur, something about a liver donor finally coming through for a young man who needs a complex operation, one that only one doctor in the city can reliably carry out. Said doctor had the misfortune of getting into an accident on his way to the hospital, and now they’re left with a liver and a patient and no doctor.

“We can’t wait, otherwise a different hospital will take the liver. Please, Shoyo, we really wouldn’t ask if we had any other choice!”

And now he’s here, in surgical scrubs, washing his hands and trying his best to ignore the itch of the tiara that is still on his head, now covered by a hair net.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbles to Iwaizumi, the one and only general surgery resident in the entire hospital. “What’s the director going to say? This kind of last-minute change is serious!”

“Dr. Yachi said she already spoke to him and got it approved,” Iwaizumi easily answers.

“What about the patient’s mother? Does she know what’s happening? Someone needs to explain what’s going on and get her consent!”

“Dr. Yachi already knows the mother from a different case and was able to get her to sign the consent form within a few minutes.”

“And the original doctor? I know he’s injured, but still, he must be upset at being switched out so easily.”

“Dr. Yachi got him on board when they saw you in the ER.”

“Will Kasumi be okay? What if Natsu can’t come pick her up on such short notice?”

“Dr. Yachi let her know what happened, she’ll be here in a few hours. Dr. Kageyama offered to keep an eye on her until then.”

Shoyo drops his head back with a prolonged whine, forgetting about the light on his forehead until he hears a soft grunt and looks down to see Iwaizumi shielding his eyes with his clipboard. “God…she got all that done, and still couldn’t get anyone to get this thing off my head. Alright, fine. Let’s do this.”

🩺

Tobio likes Kasumi. Really, he does. She’s the only child who didn’t cringe away from him the first time they met.

That might’ve been because she was practically a newborn when he first saw her, but still. It was nice. She likes volleyball, and as an only child, she already knows how to keep herself somewhat entertained. She even knows how to be quiet while staying occupied, something her uncle still doesn’t know how to do at his big age.

None of that changes the fact that the office of an OB/GYN is not…the ideal place for a four-year-old.

“Um.” He stares at her, and she stares back from where she’s sitting on the office couch, little legs sticking straight out in front of her. Cute. “Do you want some cookies?”

Her solemn face brightens at that as she eagerly nods. “Can I pick?”

“I don’t have a lot, but sure.” He opens his snack drawer and lets her peruse the collection of Oreos and strawberry Meiji and regular Marie. He’s not surprised when she picks the strawberry Meiji, no doubt drawn to their pink packaging. She looks so excited about the cookies that he can’t resist offering, “...Want some milk?”

Some cookies, a Gun Gun yogurt, two pieces of scrap paper, and some markers that Yamaguchi blessedly dropped off between appointments keep Kasumi perfectly happy at the little office coffee table. “Uncle,” she calls after a few minutes of humming.

His chest warms at the familial term. It’s been a while since such a young voice called him that. He’s missed it. “Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Orange,” he answers without thinking. “...Why?”

“It’s a surprise!” she giggles, covering her paper with her arms when Tobio peers over at her. “What’s your favorite animal?”

“A wolf.” A tiny smile tugs at his lips when his answers earns him a serious nod. “Are you…going to draw me an orange wolf?”

“No!” she squeals, laughing as though that’s the funniest thing she’s heard all day. Not likely, considering she’s been with Hinata. “It’s a surprise!”

“Alright, alright.”

It’s surprisingly easy to work with her in the office. Sure, he’s forced to pause his work a few times to listen to a prolonged story about something that happened at school, or a toy she really wants her mom to buy, or a joke that her bestest friend in the whole wide world told her. But it’s impossible to feel very annoyed by her bright voice and brighter smile, especially when it gives him an excuse to pause his paperwork.

He doesn’t notice the time passing until he looks up from his work and sees Kasumi passed out on top of her drawing, orange marker still clutched in her hand.

Tobio doesn’t want kids. He doesn’t, at least not now, especially when he doesn’t have a partner he’d want to raise a kid with. But he’s never felt as tempted as he does when he spends time with Kasumi. The sight of her sweet face squished on her artwork makes his heart feel too big for his chest, and when he carefully slides the marker out of her fist and gathers her up in his arms, the feeling of her nuzzling into his shoulder nearly makes him burst into tears on the spot.

God…he has got to get more sleep.

He gets her settled on the couch, his sweatshirt tucked under her head and his coat draped over her. She’s small enough to fit completely beneath his coat, especially when she lets out a soft huff and curls up even more. He glances at his closed office door to make sure no one will see him, then bends over to press a kiss to her temple and brush her pigtail out of her face.

“...Tobio?”

He jumps and nearly bites his tongue in choking back a curse. There, standing at his door that somehow opened silently, is Yachi, watching him with an amused but kind smile. “...Don’t tell Hinata.”

She laughs at that, careful to not wake up Kasumi. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Natsu will be here soon, do you want me to take Kasumi down to the entrance?”

Tobio stares at the tiny sleeping form almost covered by his coat. “...No, I’ll do it.”

“Okay.” When he looks at her again, Yachi’s smile has mellowed into a terribly sweet and warm little curve. “Are you sure you don’t want me to tell Shoyo?”

“You…can tell him I made sure Natsu picked her up. Not…anything else.” If that tangerine finds out Tobio gave Kasumi a kiss, he will never hear the end about how sweet he is to Kasumi and how mean he still is to Shoyo, and “geez Yama, I thought we had something special!”

He has no idea how true that really is.

Natsu is effusive in her thanks when Tobio hands her off, holding her daughter close as she bows and asks him how she can ever thank him. “It’s nothing,” he reassures her. “Hinata was pulled into an emergency surgery, but Kasumi was great. Made me a drawing and everything.”

That finally makes a smile relax Natsu’s worried features. “Ah, another one for your collection.”

“Yeah. Is there anything else you need?”

“No, we’re all set. Thank you, Tobio-nii, seriously!”

“You don’t have to thank me. I should be thanking you—she wouldn’t have been so easy to look after if you weren’t doing such a great job raising her.”

The praise is a little corny, especially coming from him, but it’s the truth. Tobio could never work in pediatrics like Yamaguchi, but he really does enjoy the times when he gets to hang out with Kasumi, even if it is a little awkward at first. Like her uncle, it never takes her long to make any room warm and comfortable, even at age four.

By the time he returns to his office, it’s about time for him to grab some dinner. But before he leaves, he makes sure to hang his new piece of artwork—a picture of him and a wolf in the woods, which is somehow all orange trees—next to the other three drawings he’s been lucky enough to receive and the few photos he has hung up.

The photos are a small collection of memories—his high school volleyball team, he and the group in their first year of university, and again at their graduation from med school, him as a child with his grandfather, and another photo from graduation, this one with Miwa pulling him down and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The photo his eyes catch on is the only candid in the bunch: by some stroke of luck and photographic genius, Yachi managed to snap a photo of them playing volleyball. They’re in their work pants and shoes, their sleeves are rolled up, and Hinata’s shirt has one too many buttons undone. It’s clear they got distracted by a volleyball court after a night of work drinks, but besides what they’re wearing, the shot could have been of a V.League match. A ragged volleyball is leaving Tobio’s fingertips mid-jump, and Hinata…he’s flying, body suspended in the perfect spiking posture and hand already swinging for the ball that still hasn’t reached him.

It does reach him. Tobio can remember that much, just like he can remember the slam of the ball on the other side of the court, and the way Hinata leapt into his arms for a victory hug and cheer.

He misses volleyball. He misses the two-on-two matches that they forced Yamaguchi and Tsukishima to agree to, the impromptu lessons he gave to Yachi, the sting of his fingers after a good long game. But most of all, he misses that, the way playing on a team with Hinata makes him feel invincible in a way that is so rare in the medical field.

He wonders if Hinata misses it, too.

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taeyamayang · 3 years

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BTS x Haikyuu

ft. some of the dynamics i love

a/n: inspired by an army's "bts as haikyuu characters" post on twitter and @haikyuuublog 's post about haikyuu as ship/trope dynamics, correct me if im wrong (ur content is so entertaining it inspired me to explore bts and hq's dynamics lol). anyway, it's about time i unleash the armyweeb in me *dramatically chuckles*

disclaimer: purely based on how i perceive each characters and bangtan members.

iwaoi as yoonmin

the easily riled up vs the enabler

i mean, please, the amount of BICKERING

lmao i cant

its actually funny when you watch them chaff from the sidelines

the way oikawa (yoongi) knows exactly what iwaizumi's (jimin's) trigger points

and he intentionally presses his buttons

then continue to chuckle to himself as he watches the other lose his mind over it gskshsk

and are we going to talk about their chemistry???

sure, they fight over petty things and tease 24/7 but you can literally feel their fondness for each other

they have each other's back

and are ready to pull their sleeves up when someone messes with the other

ugh, i love them

daisuga as namjin

the old married couple with kids

ah, classic

ofc i have to emphasize on the 'kids'

cause it's so obvious on daichi's (namjoon's) face how tired he is when the rest of the members fool around

he sits in one corner and be like 👁👄👁 🧍🏻‍♀️

and then there's suga (seokjin) laughing with the kids

AND I BET

he started the chaos

dont tell daichi (namjoon)

also, daichi (namjoon) is the disciplinarian of the family while suga (seokjin) is the 'feeder' or rather the one in charge of checking the kids' well being sometimes a spoiler too ;)

a perfect balance, if you ask me

kuroken as sope

the low energy and his battery supply

i couldve named this better but my braincells are wonky tonight

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

i cannot stress any further how yoongi reminds me of kenma

i mean?? hello??

they're both intellectually gifted, introverted, would rather play games/be in his studio all day, sleep >>> workout

meanwhile we have kuroo (hobi) who's down for literally anything and is VERY meticulous and group oriented

*cue* kuroo and daichi's tensed greetings and hobi's quick eye for mistakes during practices

but together (even though they may seem like an odd match) they get along pretty well

kenma (yoongi) goes with the flow with whatever kuroo (hobi) feels like doing

i mean,

kenma played volleyball for kuroo and yoongi applying facemask infront of thousands of people ON LIVE because he's with hobi

also, let's not forget the ten years history both pairs have in common

kagehina as vmin

the soulmates

bonus: they share one braincell

both are equally competitive

*cough* random unnecessary races and any run bts ep that contains food as the price

and the amount of trust they put in each other is HILARIOUS

and they know the other like the back of their hand

like kagehina literally battled with the miya brothers, A MONOZYGOTIC TWIN, and yet they defeated them because they were able to predict the opponents' next move TOGETHER

i mean what kind of telepathy is that??

likewise with vmin, you could see these two sharing glances from across the room then LAUGHING TO THEMSELVES

i just??

they're literally strangers born from different mothers

but they think and act like one person

guaranteed, it's a soulmate thing

this is their worldㅡtheir story and we all exist as secondary characters

kurobuko as jinkook

partners in crime

alternative title: dumb and dumber

chaos exists where these two are

i feel like 80% of the content on bangtan bombs are just jinkook fooling around in the bg

and it's almost hard to believe that seokjin is the eldest while jk's the youngest

much like kuroboku,, i mean wow are they really CAPTAINS of formidable volleyball teams in tokyo??

you always catch them doing questionable things

and yet you love them

you find yourself waiting for a content that includes the two of them

they are a boost of serotonin and they make your day better with their stupid jokes and random antics

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this one lmao and thanks for reading! likes and rbs are very much appreciated

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dontgivenoyacaffeine · 3 years

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TsukiYama HC's

Tsukishima and Yamaguchi don't actually start dating until third year of high school. It wasn't that they didn't like each other until this point, it's because they talked right before first year and decided they both were not in the right space to start dating. Neither of them were ready until then.

That being said, they didn't date anyone else or even go on little dates or anything like that (except with Hinata and Kageyama starting second year but that's only because the four hung out together anyway so when those two started dating it just happened naturally)

Tsukishima loves to be the little spoon

Yamaguchi cooks most of the meals because he has more time and energy to, not because he's a better cook. In fact he's a meh cook. Tsukki's cooking on the other hand is magnificent and Yamaguchi loves it when Tsukki can cook for the two of them.

Yamaguchi's favorite date for the two of them is to have Tsukki give him a private tour of Tsukki's museum (even though its mostly the same stuff as each time before) because he loves hearing Tsukki talk about all the stuff the museum has.

Tsukki's favorite date though is Ice Skating and he will drag Yamaguchi out to go Ice Skating at least once a year if not more. He enjoys the skating yes, but he also enjoys the way that Yamaguchi clings to him the entire time (Yamaguchi can actually skate he just acts like he can't so he can hang on Tsukki. Its a very fragile façade that neither of them are willing to break)

While they love going on double dates with KageHina, their favorite couple to hang out with is actually AsaNoya. (Tsukki and Noya friendship lives in my head rent free). Yamaguchi and Asahi plan most them, but Tsukki and Noya are the ones that end up planning the most memorable double dates. (They once went ice skating together and while it did end up with 3/4 of them in the hospital they talk about that night like it was magic)

Yamaguchi's favorite part of dating Tsukki is the fact that they both knew each other so well before they even had feelings that the getting to know each other phase of the relationship didn't happen (they had to get to know each other romantically obviously but that was easy for them)

His second favorite thing is Tsukki's hands.

Tsukki's favorite thing about dating Yamaguchi is the fact that Yamaguchi understand his stoic behavior and teasing as what it is and not him being a bully.

he also loves hearing all the snide jokes and remarks that Yamaguchi makes that no one else hears.

Yamaguchi eventually got over how tall Tsukki was in their second year after meeting so many people that were taller then him. Tsukki didn't take it well.

And last but not least, they kept their relationship a secret from the non-third years their third year on accident because they didn't change the way they acted around each other, so when Ukai caught them making out behind the gym once he was absolutely floored. Ukai didn't really know what to do about it though so he sent the on their way and tried to forget it. Sometimes to image of Yamaguchi pinning Tsukki to the Gyms wall appears in his nightmares. (This is only the first couple he catches making out behind the gym. In fact it's happened so many times now that before he turns the corner he reaches around and bangs very loudly on the wall.)

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#tsukkiyama #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #hq tsukishima #hq yamaguchi #hq fanart #tsukiyama hc #haikyuu headcanons #tsukishima headcanon's #tsukiyama headcanon's #yamaguchi headcanon's

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elysianslove · 4 years

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Hello!! I just finished reading In Another Life and I was wondering if I could request some soft Bokuto and/or Akaashi x reader? (I also wanna squeeze in that I LOVE your works, when they pop up on my dash it makes me happy so thank youu)

omg listen i’m not a bokuaka shipper (iwaoi and kagehina supremacy for me hvdshjd) but In Another Life made me cry bruh. anyways! first of all thank you so?? fkn much for your words??? they literally made my day you don’t understand that’s so sweet omfg. thank you!

i really hope this is what you wanted !! i wrote a scenario for akaashi, and another for bokuto. lemme know if there’s anything else specific you were looking for, mwah! <3

akaashi keiji

━━ despite the fact that the warm water you’re submerged in grows colder by the second, akaashi only settles deeper into your embrace. his head rests on your shoulder, the palms of his hands resting above yours. your arms wrap around him, one hand occasionally traveling up to brush through damp curls. the only noise echoing through the small bathroom is the occasional sway of water against the bathtub, and your combined steady, slow breaths. when you glance down at your boyfriend, his eyes are half lidded, but he notices your stare and shifts his head up to look back at you.

the smile he offers is small, but genuine and serene. your smile is wider, and you can’t resist the urge of leaning down and pressing a wet kiss on his cheek. he huffs out a laugh, tilting his head to the side to kiss your lips instead. it’s not the first time you’ve kissed him today, or tonight, or even while in this bathtub with his sturdy back against your revealed chest, but it still excites you to your core. it’s a gentle kiss, slow and steady, careful and calm. his hands fly to the edges of the bathtub, pushing himself up and twisting himself around to face you.

“what, why?” you pout at him, and he chuckles again, inching forward towards you.

with his hands placed on your cheeks, steadying your gaze at him, he mumbles, “so i can kiss you better,” and presses his mouth on yours. you hum contently, sitting up on your knees, lips still latched onto his, as you crawl forward. your actions push him back, but he doesn’t pull away as the kiss deepens, even as his back hits the other end of the bathtub. “so eager,” he teases, breathless, as he pushes you to straddle him.

“can you blame me?” you retort, leaning back to admire him. the way he looks is nothing short of beautiful, with his skin dewy and his cheeks flushed pink, his eyes bright and his hair messy and damp. “how could anyone resist someone so pretty?” you continue, your fingers ghosting over his facial features, dancing across his cheekbones and his pink, swollen lips. he tilts his head to press a kiss to your palm, shutting his eyes momentarily.

“i love you forever,” he confesses, pressing another kiss to your palm. “infinitely.” he presses a kiss to your inner wrist, as light as a butterfly’s touch. “as many stars as there are in the sky.” his kisses travel up to your upper arm, to your shoulder. “as many galaxies as there are in the universe.” a kiss on your collarbone, with your heart in your throat. “till my last breath,” he promises, with a kiss to your neck. finally, he faces you, his lips inches away from yours. “that’s, if you’ll have me.”

to answer him, you break the gap between the two of you, kissing him fully on the mouth. the water’s long gone cold, but it’s not the cause of the shiver that travels up your spine when akaashi’s hands settle on the small of your back.

“i don’t have a really dramatic confession prepared like you,” you admit, earning a laugh from him. “but i love you, always.” he smiles gratefully, and kisses you again, his arms wrapping around your middle and taking you with him as he falls back again against the end of the bathtub.

bokuto kōtarō

━━ usually, you’re very resistant to your boyfriend’s pleading eyes. maybe a few years ago, at the start of your relationship, you wouldn’t have been able to say it with such certainty and ground. but you can safely say you’ve grown immune to it. sometimes. occasionally.

definitely not when it’s his eyes and another puppy’s staring up at you pleadingly.

“look at how cute,” bokuto repeats, his eyes leaving yours momentarily to stare at the small puppy. the labrador retriever puppy whines innocently, and you hold back a mountain of curses at the tightness in your chest. “can you look me in the eyes and tell me he isn’t the cutest thing you have ever seen?” he challenges.

you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest and defying him, “not when you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.” compliments and flattery have always worked in your favor with bokuto, especially to distract him.

when he leans forward to pinch your nose cutely, you think you’ve won, but then he resorts back to playing with the puppy through its cage. “please, please, please!”

you sigh. “kou, you’re rarely even home nowadays,” you argue.

“but that’s the thing!” he responds. “now when i’m away for games, you have something to keep you company when you’re lonely.” it’s a compelling argument, not that you’d ever admit that aloud to him.

if you’re honest, you’re not even sure how you found yourself in this situation to begin with. it’d been a simple date with your boyfriend, a casual stroll in the park, with some pretzels and lemonade. it had been a complete coincidence when a pet adoption centre conveniently appeared out of thin air, and then you’d see it coming as soon as you saw bokuto spot it. it was no secret his love for animals, and you admired every little thing about bokuto, even having come to love any and all his flaws.

but really. who’s meant to take care of a puppy?

“bunny,” bokuto calls for your attention again. the puppy’s paw is resting above two of bokuto’s fingers, patting it softly. god, it’s becoming harder by the minute to resist. “for me?”

fuck it.

“okay.”

time freezes, bokuto with it, until it starts again all of a sudden, and a pair of strong arms are instantly suffocating you. as a high schooler, bokuto had been fairly strong for his age, always so big and muscly. now, as an adult, his strength had tripled, and really, you can’t breathe.

“baby, i can’t breathe,” you voice, lightly tapping at his back. he releases you momentarily, and you’re sure he’s never smiled at you this bright before. instinctively, because bokuto’s smiles and laughter have always been so contagious, you grin back at him, cupping his cheeks to force him to zone into your gaze. “this is a mutual responsibility though.”

he nods seriously, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “and it’ll be good practice,” he adds, with a kiss to your lips. before you can ask him what he means, he leaves you stranded and confused, going to look for an employee. it’s only when you’re walking hand in hand with him, on your way back home, with his other free hand carrying the small cage your new puppy’s in, do you realize what he meant. and instead of dread, all that bubbles inside you is warmth and excitement.

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