#hanamaki aesthetic

[straydogkins]

🎀 | TowaNoa

[starswallowingsea]

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

iwaizumi hajime can skateboard. matsukawa issei cannot.

this is a point of contention between them bc issei thinks it fits his aesthetic and hajime is a “fuckin loser”. iwaizumi raises one slit eyebrow wearing torn double knee pants tattered nike dunks one elbow and one hand bleeding drops his godzilla board (with one yellow wheel) skates away. issei groans he has tried and failed spectacularly and is too lazy to really put energy into it but he’s still mad. tooru rides by on his bike no hands double-flips off matsukawa where is he going he doesn’t look back . issei can ride a scooter and that’s it unfuckingbelieveable he’ll have to make it a bit or something his ankles hurt already just thinking about it. hanamaki can roller skate it makes him taller and is faster than walking w minimal energy he skates backwards talking to issei while he’s walking looks down condescendingly. matsukawa doesn’t even wanna be the next tony hawk just wants to be able to ride his board to school or the store or whatever but noooo he so much as looks at a skateboard and trips. he settles for sitting at the skatepark with his mismatched socks watching hajime hoping he hits a rock and eats shit and wishing death upon tooru bc they are a package deal.

[goshikiology]

haikyuu characters who would shoplift

nishinoya and tanaka: would only shoplift together when their minds meld and obliterate all remaining survival instinct and common sense they might have otherwise possessed. would get caught cause they were laughing too hard at eachother OR because the staff sees $20 of chips fall out of tanaka’s pants as they leave the store. 

kunimi: he just doesn’t care enough to pay. gives no fucks. it’s not like he actively searches out opportunities to shoplift it just makes his life easier if he doesn’t have to pay cause that way he doesn’t have to talk to anyone or wait in line. only steals from corporations though. 

tendou: i don’t feel like i need to elaborate here

kuroo: he becomes a capitalist in the timeskip so he’s clearly okay with stealing. the type of guy to say “if you think about it, the REAL crime is the lack of security in that store!”

koganegawa: he would steal on accident and he would feel bad!!! really bad!!! but not bad enough to return whatever he took.

terushima: yeah he would steal. has close calls EVERY SINGLE TIME he shoplifts but is always saved by the grace of god or some other deus ex machina bullshit.

matsukawa and hanamaki: unlike noya and tanaka these two are able to leverage their collective intelligence to steal a SHIT TON OF SHIT. they recreationally shoplift and boost products out of their shared apartment in a shady resale scheme. iwaizumi is in california and powerless to stop them. they have DISGUISES and FAKE IDS!! they take this shit seriously!! 

suna: steals for the aesthetic. he is so girlblogger lana del ray ultraviolence coquette ect. loser (affectionate).

[iwaoiness]

Orbit return

to not know who i am but still know that i'm good long as you're here with me

When they are eight years old and learn in class what the orbit and the planets and the stars and the universe are, Iwaizumi decides that on Oikawa's birthday he will no longer say happy birthday, but happy orbit return. It's funny, original, and the first time he does it, Oikawa is speechless; his jaw almost unhinges and his round, beady eyes widen like saucers. Then he lunges at Hajime, latching onto him like a koala bear. Iwaizumi screams at him, staggering as he wraps his little arms around him as best he can to keep them both from falling. Oikawa whispers thank you, Hajime-chan close to his ear, and Hajime feels a huge flip inside his chest, heat building up in his cheeks. He frowns, trying to conceal it, before whispering back you're welcome, dummy.

And it becomes a tradition. Every year, while the world congratulates Oikawa on his birthday, Iwaizumi congratulates him on his orbit return. He does it in person, gets the same koala hug (each year a little heavier), the same thank you, Hajime (at some point, Oikawa’s voice becomes deeper), and his heart gives the same leap within his chest (he eventually discovers it's not a medical pathology, but love). And when they are old enough to have social networks, he does it with photos as well.

Contrary to what he may appear to be, Iwaizumi actually enjoys taking pictures and posting them. His Instagram has an incredible aesthetic pattern (to Matsukawa and Hanamaki's surprise), with a polaroid or vintage filter that imbues them with nostalgia and timelessness, and sometimes he edits them for a subtle blur effect that encourages to look for the details hidden within. He alternates images of himself, friends and family with stunning angle shots of cityscapes, mountain landscapes, beaches at sunsets and sunrises. And in most of these images, constant and enduring as in Iwaizumi's own life, there is a small part of Oikawa (whether it's his backpack, his hand, his Star Wars socks, his hair, his glasses).

And every July 20, Tooru is the complete protagonist. The first photo he posts to congratulate him is one they take when they are 12 years old; the two of them are sitting next to each other in front of the full-length mirror in Tooru's sister's room. Oikawa’s smiling broadly at his reflection with a victory gesture, Hajime holding his mobile phone between them with one hand, smiling softly. Happy 12nd orbit return, Sillykawa.

The next one is at thirteen, this time, Oikawa alone, in Kitagawa Daiichi's gymnasium. He is lying face up, all sweaty and messy hair, but with an amused smile painted on his face, directed at Iwaizumi's IPhone camera. A Mikasa ball rests between his knees, his hands spread across his chest. Happy 13rd orbit return, Stupidkawa.

The next is at the age of fourteen. On one of Okinawa's beaches during the Oikawa-Iwaizumi's annual family trip, Tooru is underwater, leaning face down towards Hajime's new GoPro camera, his diving goggles covering half his face, his hair waving upwards, the static bubbles around his mouth curving into a wide grin, and his favourite swimming costume crammed with prints of all the Pokémon. In his hand, he holds a sea star, which he proudly shows. Happy 14th orbit return, Mermaidkawa.

The next one is fifteen years old. The two of them appear again, in a vertical selfie where each face occupies exactly half of the image. Their eyes, golden brown and moss green, at the same height. Pale skin and tanned skin contrasting with each other. Subtly wrinkled nose and upturned nose. Toothy smile and soft smile, inches apart. Happy 15th orbit return, Idiotkawa.

The next is at the age of sixteen. Oikawa sits in the cool shade of a tree on the hill where they went climbing, his back against the trunk and his fringes pulled back by a black headband. He holds a loaf of milk bread with both hands at lip level, and his round, glistening eyes behind his glasses look into the camera, crinkled at the sides by the smile. Happy 16th orbit return, Breadkawa.

The next one is seventeen years old. A volleyball net in the background, Oikawa's back, the one Iwaizumi has watched grow up all his life, in the foreground, sheathed in the Aoba Johsai shirt, this time, with the number one printed on it. Happy 17th orbit return, captain.

The next one is at the age of eighteen. This time it's just their hands, Tooru's and Hajime's, intertwined and somewhat blurred on the gear lever of Iwa-mum’s car. There is a silver ring gleaming on Oikawa's ring finger, another on Iwaizumi's. Happy 18th orbit return, babe.

The next one is at the age of nineteen. It is a photograph of another photograph that Iwaizumi is holding in one hand. The photograph is an old one, from when they were both nine years old. They are sitting on the porch (the same one in front of which Hajime is aligning the photograph perfectly with the landscape), their little legs just grazing the grass of Grandma Oikawa's house, each one holding a large slice of watermelon in their little hands. Hajime is puffy-cheeked from the fruit, head tilted towards Tooru's, who is laughing, a black seed stuck to his chin. Happy 19th orbit return, Toto. I miss u.

The next one is at the age of twenty. They are in front of the mirror in the cosy bathroom of Oikawa's small Argentinean flat, Iwaizumi standing, covering his face with his mobile phone, dressed only in the official sweatpants of the Argentinean men's volleyball team and an 85-kilogram Tooru hanging on him like a koala bear. Oikawa, dressed in old basketball shorts and all his strong back exposed (with some blue kinesiotape strips on his shoulders), hides his face in Iwa’s neck, the strands of his hair pointing in a thousand different directions, his strong legs wrapping around Iwaizumi's waist. Hajime's free arm effortlessly holds him, securely positioned under his backside. Happy 21st spin into orbit, Spoiltkawa.

The next is at the age of twenty-two. Tooru is sitting behind the low table in Hanamaki's flat, with a plastic crown full of artistic doodles (courtesy of the children at the kindergarten where Makki has started working) balanced on his head and a chocolate, banana and strawberry volleyball-shaped cake in front of him with the 27 candles lit (Mattsun and Hajime couldn't find a second number two candle in any of Miyagi's six fucking bazaars, so they bought a second number 7 because think of it as a long-term investment, by the time you're 27, we'll have the candles ready; the fact that they are single-use candles is just a small irrelevant detail). His eyes sparkled brighter and more golden than ever in the orange candlelight, his lips open in a wide smile that revealed his whitish, lined teeth, with those big palettes. Happy 22nd (or 27th lol) orbit return, Oldkawa.

The next one is at the age of twenty-three. They were only able to meet once that year, so Iwaizumi rescues one of the photographs they took at that time, on Takeru's birthday, with a costume theme because he was looking forward to it and wanted to turn fifteen as Spiderman. And it was precisely Takeru who took the picture of them, because Iwaizumi taught him and he is very good at it ("definitely, much better than your uncle", "I heard you, Iwa-chan!"). They appear shoulder to shoulder, arms crossed, Hajime disguised as Zoro (with the green suit completely unbuttoned at the bottom, showing his entire solid muscular torso, black military boots and three plastic katanas hanging from his waist; the black ribbon covering all his green dyed hair and the three shiny earrings hanging from his ear) and Oikawa disguised as Sanji (with the wine-coloured suit tight to his beauty body, the black shirt with the first buttons unbuttoned, a loosely tied white tie, the fringe falling over his eye and a fake cigarette dangling from his lips). Happy 23rd orbit return, Shitty cook.

The next is at the age of twenty-four. Oikawa, wearing an old Hajime shirt and blue boxer shorts, peers out from the bathroom doorframe, a frog-shaped headband tucking his hair back and an avocado-green mask covering his entire face. He gives the camera an amused grimace, his eyes squinting, nose gently wrinkled, cheeks puffed out and lips pursed as if he were blowing a kiss. Happy 24th orbit return, my pretty boy.

The next one is at the age of twenty-five. In a supermarket car park in Seville during a romantic getaway in Spain. Oikawa is sitting on the still-empty supermarket trolley, his legs bent because he is too tall. He is grinning from ear to ear under the baseball cap of Iwaizumi, whose hand is peeking over the edge of the photograph holding the handle of the trolley. Happy 25th orbit return, mi alma.

The next is at the age of twenty-six. Oikawa is deeply asleep between the sheets in Hajime's new flat in Shibuya. He is curled up on his stomach with one leg bent (because he is apparently against holding a single position when sleeping) his head hanging off the pillow and the thin sheet draped over his hips. He is wearing Iwaizumi's trainer's uniform shirt and has one of the most spectacular bedheads. Iwaizumi's hand is on his cheek, his thumb on the bone. Happy 26th orbit return, Tooru.

The most recent photo is the twenty-seven-year-old. Tooru appears happy, radiant, beautiful, and glorious sunder the stadium floodlights, his Argentinean national team shirt clinging to his torso with sweat, like the strands of his hair on his forehead; the skin around his eyes is subtly reddened by the explosion of emotions that brought him down in the middle of the court after scoring the winning point. He bites the gold medal they just won at the Olympics, his lips raised in a giant smile that he can't and won't wipe off. Happy 27th orbit return, my love. You have no idea how proud I’m of you.

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[wulfboys]

web/glitchcore TOWA HANAMAKi ( D4DJ ) rentry edits ... for this event. "Day 1. an edit/drawing of a character with an aesthetic of your choice ( angelcore , kidcore , etc ! ) " - f2u,, please credit! ^__^

[PT: Web/glitchcore Towa Hanamaki (D4DJ) Rentry edits for this (link) editing event. "Day 1. An edit/drawing of a characrer with an aestheticof your choice (angelcore, kidcore, etc!)" - Free to use, please credit! (happy emoticon) END PT.]

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

The Doctors

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by Mimiwrites99

There’s not much ceremony to the whole ordeal, it’s a sudden twist of a knob, flip of a switch, and a red button. The aesthetic choice of a red button was Issei’s idea, mainly because he thought that slamming his fist down on a big, red button would feel empowering.

He was right.

The connectors on the corpses spark a little, flashes of white-hot light, and then, two nearly identical gasps.

Both bodies boot up like computer systems, lagging for a few moments while the mutilated cadavers force air into their previously deprived lungs, heaving deep breaths while processing the situation they’ve found themselves in.

The truth is, it’s impossible to process their predicament.

In a very literal sense, they are not themselves.

// PLEASE read the tags!

Words: 17127, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro

Relationships: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Rape, Rape/Non-con Elements, Kidnapping, Torture, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Blood Drinking, Mutilation, Body Horror, Cannibalism, Stalking, Recording, Snuff, Underage Sex, Domestic Violence, Past Domestic Violence, Forced Marriage, Forced Orgasm, Forced, Beating, Weapons, Knifeplay, degrading, Humiliation, Gender or Sex Swap, Child Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Murder, Operas, Reanimation, Inspired by Frankenstein, Body Modification, Forced Feminization, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hitting, Face Slapping, pussy eating, Sadism, Psychopaths In Love, Vampire Bites, Pedophilia, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Internalized Homophobia, Masturbation, Im literally not responsible for ushi let me be, dilf, Surgery, Breeding, Roleplay, Choking, Hanging, dacyrphilia, ushioi - Freeform, matsuahana, Twinks, pussyboys, Monsterfucker

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[language-of-rivers]

Takahiro Hanamaki - Haikyuu ~ Mod Nari

[fandomaestheticboard]

Hanamaki Takahiro

Current Concern: No matter how hard he tries, he can't beat Iwaizumi at arm wrestling

[notjustdrwhoboards]

Haikyū!! moodboard: Hanamaki Takahiro (requested by: anon)

[itgirlmit4ke]

!# D4FES ~CELEBRATION, RESTART~ ICONS ★

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[akascow]

opposite aesthetic matsuhana relationship but mattsuns the pastel bright colors one and makki is the bigtiddygothbitch

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

matsukawa uses cheap basic black pens. the ones that you always have to test before using and sometimes leave little gaps when writing but they’re smooth and easy so that’s all that really matters makki says “they match ur personality” mtsk drawls “thaaanks”. he keeps them in his front pockets and they break all the time and leak out so almost all of his pants have ink stains on the front somewhere but at this point he’s accepted it as part of his aesthetic. bc of this he doesn’t Always have a pen he can use so his backup is basic wooden pencils he finds on the ground or left on a desk somewhere almost always sharpened down super small with no eraser left so his paper are always covered with scribbles and scratched out kanji mistakes are never erased.

hanamaki primarily uses basic mechanical pencils. he likes the sharper point so he can fit more scribbles in the margins and he buys the cheapest ones he can find and claims they’re “more cost efficient” bc you can just refill the led but he always loses them before they need more. he just throws them in his bag or leaves them in books when he shuts them or tucks them behind his ear or slides them into the spiral of his notebooks wherever he puts them they’re not secure. he also has a habit of pushing the led out a little too far and breaking off chunks with his finger or on his paper whenever he starts writing then he flicks said broken pieces off his desk at unsuspecting victims (and issei). he steals cute little puzzle erasers from his sister but always loses pieces so they never go back together all the way and he doesn’t really use them to erase bc they always smudge the paper really bad he just thinks they’re fun and teachers frown upon them so it’s a win-win

iwaizumi uses exclusively basic wooden pencils. they come in big packs they have good erasers they last for a long time and they’re strong enough to withstand how hard he presses into the paper. also they’re easy enough to break for dramatic effect (he’d never admit this one). hajime NEVER experiences pencil sharpener anxiety he gets up he sharpens he sits back down. no hesitation whatsoever. plus if he’s mad he just goes up and sharpenssharpensssharpsens until his pencil is a nub but whatever he feels better now. oikawa calls him “boring” and “lame” he breaks pencils shreds them up and leaves the shards in oikawa’s bag. tooru bitches about it later he truly has “No Idea where these Splinters are coming from they’re ruining my nails!!!” iwa (smug) doesn’t plan to tell him any time soon.

oikawa uses Nice pens to take notes and fancy mechanical pencils to do work that might need erasing. he doesn’t bother with fun colors or anything just basic black but they’re expensive and write really nicely and he has highlighters for organization. he keeps them all in a little pouch with a keychain iwa gave him when they were kids attached to the zipper very cute very sweet hajime (pretends) not to notice. his work is always neat and deliberate but not obsessively so like it’s obvious he cares about school but isn’t passionate about it. there are often little scribbles off to the side that he shows to people bc he is above passing notes and talking in class but sometimes a man’s just gotta share his thoughts!!! but yeah fancy writing stuff his sister sends them in from the big city he gets them as gifts etc etc

[mi6sumi]

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[iwaoiness]

Hajime's premature death

Iwaizumi, sitting in one of the back rows alongside to his friends, with his MacBook open and his notebook with some copied formulas and a handful of additional notes, tries to pay attention and follow the class. But despite his attempt, the task proves challenging. To his right, Jiwoo is engrossed in playing Animal Crossing: Pocket Camp on her iPad. On his other side, Jacob is skillfully knitting crochet beneath the table, his tongue sticking out in focused concentration. Meanwhile, Diego, seated behind Iwaizumi, amuses himself by tossing small balls of colored paper into Jacob's afro hair.

“No manches, wey" Minutes later, Hajime hears Diego curse in Spanish under his breath and snorts in amusement before feeling a gentle tap on his arm. When he turns, he sees his partner leaning over the table, smiling innocently. "Hajime, hermano, do you have any more paper? I ran out."

"Is a sheet of notebook good enough?”

"Sure" Then Iwaizumi carefully tears a page from his notebook, passing it over his shoulder to Diego. "Gracias, amigo, you're the best."

"Remember that this Friday when you have to decide who gets the burnt taco" Diego chuckles in hushed tones before nodding and Hajime, out of the corner of his eye, watches his friend start making origami.

Iwaizumi gazes back to the front, resting his cheek on his hand with a bored expression as the teacher continues his ponderous explanation of something. Actually, he has totally lost track of the class for at least twenty minutes now, and try as he might, there's no way to reconnect.

He sighs through his nose before lowering his gaze to his mobile, face down on the table. Restless fingers tingle, yearning to pick it up and find a decent source of distraction to endure the forty fucking minutes left; and though Hajime resists, he finally grabs it and flips it over, the screen unlocking with facial recognition.

He frowns in confusion when he sees the large, large number of Instagram notifications, all being mentions in one post. For a second, he thinks it's Hanamaki tagging him in every absurd sweepstakes he can find just because he's bored, but there's a LINE message from Mattsun with an Instagram link accompanied by a you're welcome and makes Iwaizumi suspect that this is no mere coincidence.

Hoping it's not something crass (because unfortunately he knows Matsukawa and Hanamaki all too well), he leans both elbows on the table and settles behind his laptop screen to disguise his phone before opening the link.

And then, his eyebrows rise to the roots of his hair, eyes widen like saucers and jaw drops open as the link takes him directly to the new photo uploaded by Oikawa just fifty minutes ago.

Shit.

Holly SHIT.

Mobile in hand, Hajime leaps out of his seat, jolting his three friends who immediately lift their heads, staring at him in surprise. The little balls in Jacob's hair fall to the floor, though the paper crane Diego has made remains comically in place among his thick curls.

"What's wrong?" whispers Jiwoon, blinking owlishly as, on the screen of her iPad, the eagle Apollo proposes an exchange of acorns.

"Bathroom," is all he can manage, his voice hoarse and gravelly, before he strides out of the row of tables and chairs, disregarding the curious stares of some of his classmates seated nearby.

He stumbles out of the classroom, gently closing the door before running towards the nearest toilets. He locks himself in one of the cubicles, lowers the toilet seat, sits on it and takes a deep breath, resting his elbows on his thighs, hiding his face in his hands and closing his eyes tightly (but, of course, the fucking image of Tooru is burned into his damn retinas, and he keeps seeing it).

He counts to ten before raising his head, opening his eyes and looking at his mobile. He swallows and unlocks it again, almost groaning when Oikawa's post is back on his screen.

It's not one of his ridiculous selfies, it's not one of his aesthetics photos posing like a model in the middle of the street, it's not a picture of some beautiful corner of San Juan, it's not a group photo with his friends or with the team, it's not his photo dumb of the month.

It's Oikawa wearing a fucking skirt.

Remove that. It's Oikawa posing in a fucking skirt. He's standing, leaning on his desk in front of the full-length mirror in his room, his head peeking innocently from behind his mobile phone (with its blue astronaut case to match Iwaizumi's) that he's holding aloft. His sweet big round eyes are subtly narrowed, his fringes pulled back with a white headband. And he's smiling, the fucking idiot is smiling in that provocative way that gets Hajime's blood pumping. His glasses are hanging on the collar of his black hooded sweatshirt that covers him down to his navel, showing a strip of his porcelain skin, firms muscles peeking out from under the fabric.

And the skirt, that fucking short pleated white skirt whose waist perfectly hugs Oikawa's, highlighting his incredible figure. Hajime can't help but lose his mind (as always) over his long legs, which almost steal all the attention. The fabric of the skirt cascades almost halfway down Tooru’s powerful thighs, his well-defined calves that have always propelled him to the top of the world are partially covered by high black socks, and his feet are adorned with ridiculously cute green crocs adorned with Toy Story alien charms that Iwaizumi gave him months ago.

liked by matsunshine, terimakki_, ninjashouuu, sugar_yesplease, _atsumuch and 95,983 more.

kingtooru @tomateunmate_o pensó que no sería capaz de cumplir con el reto, rompele el orto a otro, boludo

ninjashouuu

FWAAAAH SO SO SO CUTEEE OIKAA-SAN!!!

kageyamatobio96

what means boludo?

ushiwakatoshi

In Shiratorizawa we had cheerleaders too.

tomateunmate_o

NOOO CARAJO POR QUÉ SALÍS TAN BIEN???

matiasdiaz_18

la concha de tu abuela toto

oh what a time to be bisexual

@iwadzilla acá we suffer together

terimakki_

SLAAAAAY KIIING!!

I KNOW SOMEONR WHO HAS TO SEE THIS OH MY GOSH

@iwadzilla

GUESS WHO WILL ROMPER TU ORTO 2 LOOOOL

@iwadzilla

matsunshine

yall stop researching ive found the cause of global warming

dude where th are u @iwadzilla

see this rn @iwadzilla

kukunimi

@iwadzilla 👍🏼

kyotani_frogs

 im so fucking done

@iwadzilla matsukawa obliged me.

 kindai_chin

 the skirt suits u, oikawa-san!!!

 iwadzilla sorry iwaizumi-san hanamaki-san force me to tagg u

_atsumuch

WTF

I NEED A FUVKING SKIRT RIGHT NOW

ILL LOOK BETTER THAN YA

futaguchi

wow no one would guess that u didnt go to nationals

ryonosukeinlovewithiswife

DUDE WHERE DID U FIND THE SKIRT

MY KIYOKO LOVES THAT TYPE OF SKIRT

 kurooff

MY BRO IN VOLLEY 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@iwadzilla control your hot boyfriend will u

BOWLKUTO_HEYHEY

U GOT IT DUDEEEEE

DROP UR LEGS WORKOUT!!!!

 sugar_yesplease

EXCUSE U????

WHY THIS HOT????

DROP UR SKIN LEGS ROUTINE 2

@iwadzilla i can help u if u wanna punish him

daisawamura

SUGA

@iwadzilla dont read him

u look good oikawa

And that's just a couple of the hundreds and hundreds of comments under the post. Hajime blinks and hastily closes his mouth, realizing it has been hanging open since Hinata’s comment.  He quickly glances at the time in the top corner of his screen and instantly does the time calculation; it's almost one in the morning in Irvine, six in the afternoon in San Juan. Moreover, it's Thursday, and on Thursdays Oikawa only trains in the mornings.

Iwaizumi immediately logs off Instagram and is about to call Tooru when the devil himself sends him a message because not even the 8,881 kilometres that separate them are even enough to break that terrifying telepathic bond they established when they were only able to communicate with plaintive cries and whimpering moans.

Tooru 🛸🤍

yahoo, iwachan!!

did u see my new post??? \(≧▽≦)/

The fucking audacity. Hajime has so much to say, his lips are pursed into a tense line and his brow furrowed as he stares at his mobile as if it's the cause of all his miseries. His heart beats furiously like a bass drum and warmth burns his ears and cheeks, his Champions hoodie beginning to feel suffocating (as for his trousers, well, he’s trying not to think about it too much so as not to explode).

no

LIAR IWACHAN

MATTSUN SAID U READ HIS MESSAGE

Oh, he’s so fucked up.

just why

mateo said i couldnt wear a skirt and still be pretty so i shut him up (◕▿◕)

i hate u sm

u r going to be the cause of my premature death

LOOOOL

SO U LOVE IT

I KNEW IT ( ◡ ̀_ ◡ ́) ᕤ

stfu tooru

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u can find more of this drabble on my ao3 bc it ended up being longer than i expected im crying sorry and thank u sm!!

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[sapphireajax]

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