#hailyuu

[sugawarassoulmate]

a late-night drive with bokuto after a party. he finally met all your friends after a few months of dating and it went perfectly. of course it did, there isn't a person alive who can't fall in love with bokuto right after meeting him. you felt a little foolish for worrying so much.

it's a comfortable silence - something that doesn't happen often between you too since bokuto loves to talk about anything and everything.

but this time, you two were taking in the wonderful night you had and were listening to the music playing softly on the radio.

"you know..." bokuto says, speaking up for the first time. "your ex has got to be the dumbest person ever."

your head snaps over at bokuto, whose golden eyes are fixed on the road disappearing underneath the car. in all the time the two of you have been together, bokuto's never once mentioned your ex—the one who broke your heart and made you unable to open up to anyone until bokuto came along to put the pieces back together.

"what makes you say that?" you ask, feeling weird for even dancing around the topic of your ex.

bokuto reaches over and grabs your hand, his free hand still on the steering wheel. "just like...how could he give all of this up? i get to have you and your friends are all so wonderful..."

he shrugs his shoulders, a big smile on his face. "i just can't imagine anyone being dumb enough to let all of this go."

it might just be one of the sweetest things he's ever said to you and bokuto just brushes it off like it was some thought nagging at the back of his head.

tears well up in your eyes and as the silence comes back into the car, you're eternally grateful you have this man sitting beside you.

[booksaesthesic]

-haikyuu playlist-

[oomisluvr]

SUNDAY CANDY (I’VE BEEN PRAYING FOR YA’)

synopsis: one should not attend the end of the world without a good breakfast. thankfully, its just sunday.

warnings: exactly one (1) swear, mentions of food, sfw!

It was a simple spread, according to Kiyoomi.

Vibrant strawberry jam filling the airy pockets of fresh ciabatta, smothered in dandelion-yellow butter and warmed comfortably. Fluffy eggs sprinkled with fragrant black pepper and fat flakes of himalayan salt, dazzled with parsley and green onions cut from the small windowsill garden. Rows of thick, fatty slices of bacon; crispy on the edges but softened everywhere else. Orange juice so bright it mimics the sun, thin pieces of pulp dancing alongside the cool ice chips.

You think you might cry.

Sakusa floats around the kitchen, his shirtless torso pressed against the cool granite counter as he mixes ingredients in a pale plastic bowl, flannel pajama pants hanging low on his hips. He hears you before he sees you, throwing a look over his shoulder to take in your appearance, his face softening into something that looks a lot like love.

“Good morning,” He hums by way of greeting, “Rest well?”

“How could I not?” You joke, tossing yourself onto the counter stools and swiveling around just because you can, “Your thread count is in the millions. Where are your sheets from? Dubai? Honduras? Fucking Mars?”

“Egypt, actually. And they’re only a 1500 thread count.” He corrects playfully, breathing out a quiet laugh, “But I’ll take the compliment, I’m glad you slept well.”

“Only a 1500 thread count.” You mutter to yourself, toying with the hem of your faded club shorts you’ve had for years, “Practice today?”

“Hmm? Oh, no, not today. Meian’s letting us have the day off.“ He says, idly scratching an itch on his torso, a gentle smile pushing the apples of his cheeks, “Just us today.”

Between the two of you, quality time is worth more than gold. Breakfast, especially, has become a ritual of sorts. And Sunday brunch is always holy. You hum sleepily, happily, thinking of all the tasks you won't do today. You watch him shelter the food from your prying eyes, and you nearly call him out for it. He acts like you can’t smell the flavor profiles of every individual dish; like the pile of dishes in the sink and colorful spices on the countertop aren’t giving away his not-so-secret recipes.

“What’s for breakfast?” You say instead, just to make him happy.

“It’s a surprise,” He grins, flour dried across his cheek like a phantom kiss, “But I’m almost done.”

It continues like this. Him defending the food as you try and knab a bite. Lazily waving around the hard plastic spatula as he talks, and ignoring the speck of egg that flies off to save himself the embarrassment. Playfully flirting with him as he tries not to lose focus. 

“Close your eyes,” He whispers, as he flicks off the gas stove, “Food’s ready.”

You push your hands over your eyes, spreading your fingers to take peaks at him. He plates your food, heaping portions that nearly topple off the plate. You grin, promising yourself to finish it all. 

At one point, his eyes meet yours and you snap your fingers shut with a squeak. Whoops. He laughs, and you both pretend you weren't peaking. 

“Okay, open your eyes now.” He mumbles, wiping his hands on a dish towel, “And tell me what you think.”

Removing your hands from your eyes, you gaze down at the plate below you. It’s a confession, a declaration of love. All of it.

A heavy porcelain plate, a housewarming gift you gave him when the two of you were just friends. The edge is chipped from dropping it in the sink one too many times. The memory makes you feel warm.

The food itself is plated with enough space between each dish that it doesn’t touch, remembering your disdain for mixed textures. You never mentioned anything, but he picked up on it.

Your favorite fork, one of the prongs bent a bit abnormally. You joke that the weight of the metal is just right – you didn't think he’d remember.

Your heart melts out of your chest, raw feelings pooling on the floor. Every dish is an offering, a sacrifice. You stuff your face full of it. 

“Good?” He smirks, flirtatious and knowing. You nod with a mouthful of egg and bread and bacon and jam. “Then slow down. Breakfast is not to be rushed.”

Your heart beats a little faster when you notice the satisfaction on his face. Kiyoomi’s glowing, shining with a happiness that only shows around you. “It’s just us today. Take it easy.”

based on my core belief that breakfast is the absolute Most Important Meal of the Day. take care of yourself <33

[yuu-kumeii]

Guess who's gonna get the Haikyuu!! Artbook for her birthday 🫦

[haikyuu-moments]

hailyuu day-off outfits pt.2

the whole gang! uniforms off, personalities on!

haikyuu day-off outfits pt.1 here

[mintmatcha]

can we have a hailyuu renaissance

[shoukohime]

the guys from hailyuu aren't fictional characters to me. they're my friends back from high school. we grew up together

[karasuno-writings]

My inner theater kid is wondering which would be some of the Hailyuu characters' favorite musicals, I just can imagine some of them badly belting to some of the songs and it is fueling me

I also want to return the sleepover nights I used to do on the blog but DAMN is my adult job killing me, I sleep like a baby most nights now (unless im in my job, in which case I cannot write :( )

[touching-exos-butts]

just came back from the hailyuu movieat the cinema... my cheeks hurt i was smiling the whooole time!! the movie was amazing!! watching my boys have fun made my year tbh

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

Omg so I was reading this headcanons for hailyuu men and I was reading for Atsumu. I wanted to ask if u had a hailyuu phase?? Cuz I swear if u did, did u ever like Atsumu?? He reminds me of Kaiser but a bit more toned down. But the way you'd describe both of them is the same, clowns

when i say i have a type (which im not proud of), this is exactly what i mean

funny enough, i got into haikyuu after i got into bllk!! and yeah . i am not immune to the annoying blond man .

[lady-serai]

I have recently found my new guilty pleasure - rewatching Hailyuu!! And reading The Maria Nanny on WEBTOON. And maybe getting back into writing my fanfiction stories.

[irtelheemeyes]

Come on, Konoha! You just need to take a sip of tea and everything will get better!

I was inspired so much by Alice story that I made my own version of Alice AU in haikyuu

yeah, who else will be better to this roles than my loved boys ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

[syndellwins]

Alright, shotout to @noya-sleftankle for the current smau POKER FACE that has all of us fucking hating on that bitch Meiko.. I drew the scene where she's such a bastard to my dear owl husbando Bokuto, that he gets a panick attack ). It broke my heart!!

Just wanted to say thanks to J cause the story is just so good!! Keep up the good work!! 💜

Kay, imma go cry now HAHAHHA

[anactualcatboy]

Mr. Loverman(UshiTen x you)

Gender neutral

Time skip spoiler

angst

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I'm headed straight for the floor

You know this was going to happen, doesn't mean it hurt any less

The alcohol served its tour

But yet you still hoped, silly hope that things  between you guys would last

And it's headed straight for my skin

I mean did you think you would stay together after high school

Leaving me daft and dim

They're both so great and you're you

I've got this shake in my legs

I mean volleyball was their Paradise

Shaking the thoughts from my head

Volleyball with their priority, not you

But who put these waves in the door?

I mean come on, Tendou left you as soon as you guys graduated

I crack and out I pour

And you thought you were good enough to be with Ushijima haha  don't make me laugh

I'm Mr. Loverman

To think they could love you

And I miss my lover, man

Maybe they did at first, I mean if they loved you they would have stayed

I'm Mr. Loverman

But yet you still look back on those memories

The ways in which you talk to me

Oh, those memories, the ones when you were in Lovesick teen

Have me wishin' I were gone

The one's in which you're happy

The ways that you say my name

The one's in which you were part of something stickers and yourself

Have me runnin' on and on

but what's that thing about all good things  and how they must come to an end

Oh, I'm cramping up

But hey, why focus on the past

I'm cramping up

Oh, right  you have no future

But you're cracking up

Not without them at least

You're cracking up

But they're gone

I'm Mr. Loverman

But yet you still long for them

And I miss my lover, man

They have probably moved on

I've shattered now, I'm spilling out

Or they forgot about you

Upon this linoleum ground

But maybe just maybe they missed you

I'm reeling in my brain again

They yearned for you, as the sun yearns for the moon

Before it can get back to you 

Maybe this would be okay if you didn't say yes

Oh, what am I supposed to do without you?

Maybe you would have learned to be okay on your own

I'm Mr. Loverman

Maybe you'd get to say goodbye in they you wanted to

And I miss my lover, man 

But you took a chance

I'm Mr. Loverman

And where did that leave you

Oh, and I miss my lover

But if you don't take the chance

I'm Mr. Loverman

Would you be happy

And I miss my lover, man

I get that it hurts but it will be okay

I'm Mr. Loverman

It has to be

And I miss my 

                           Lovers man

----------------------------------------------------------sorry if this was trash

[waterlily-dreams]

smol Atsumu eating Onigiri :tracedfromthemanga

[spitfire101]

No thoughts just bokuto’s thighs