Hq!! - Blog Posts
why does that cut out look like a mix of oikawa and ushijima 😭💀
a new ship has been made and i honestly find it kinda cute
quick photo study ft tendou in which i had no idea what i was doing but at least it was fun-
made this as a bday request for my friend
last thing i drew took too much thinking so i did this to make up for it
i haven't finished haikyuu yet but im madly in love with bokuto so
Do y’all think they would be friends…
꧁✬◦°⋆⋆°◦. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓮 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂
꧁✬◦°⋆⋆°◦. 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓶𝓪 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂
A/N: I got sick, sorry these are all gonna be so late.
At the team's holiday party, you and your boyfriend do your best to avoid his best friend, who seems way too determined to get you two trapped under the mistletoe for you first kiss.
This wasn't the first time you and Kenma had been invited somewhere as a couple, yet from the way his team fawned over the two of you, you'd have thought it was.
It wasn't always bad, sometimes it was sweet; Yaku teased the two of you sure, but he noticed whenever you or your boyfriend were uncomfortable and backed off, Kai simply made sweet remarks about how you two complimented each other well, short phrases that had both you and Kenma beat red.
Kuroo, to no ones surprise, was the worst.
When you two first told him you were dating he thought it was some type of prank; you and Kenma had been pining over each other to him for so long he had grown hopeless. Turns out, late-night video game sessions can do a lot of good.
That being said, this was you first holiday party as a couple, and for almost 90% of the time thus far you two were avoiding said team captain.
It wasn't a big "high school party", there was no spiked eggnog or blasting music. Yamamoto tried and got told off rather humorously. There was food, drinks, some weird American Christmas music Kuroo found, ugly sweaters, and presents.
And mistletoe.
"I can't believe him," Kenma looked like he was trying to burrow himself deeper into his sweater, one you had picked out for him, knowing if you didn't, Kuroo would, and that would have been worse.
You shrugged, taking a sip of your eggnog before making a face; it may not be alcoholic but it wasn't great, "Really? This seems exactly like something he would have done."
Kenma paused, before letting out a rather loud sigh, leaning so he was against your shoulder, curling so his body was angled towards you, "It is. That makes it worse. I should have known he'd do this."
You smiled down at him, though he couldn't see you, "He kept us too busy with party favors to even think about his meddling."
"Stupid ploy of his," Your boyfriend muttered, glaring at the wall in front of him.
"Maybe we can turn the tables? Trap him under some mistletoe with someone else. I'm sure if you called Bokuto he'd come over."
Kenma shook his head, "One, I don't need to deal with Kuroo and Bokuto, secondly, Kuroo would think it was funny and it wouldn't work the way you're thinking."
Sighing, you tilted so your head was rested against his, "Damn."
You could feel him nod, "Damn is right."
The music could be heard through the walls, and you only felt a little bad that you and Kenma were hiding in Kuroo's mom's office. You both knew it was only a matter of time before he came searching there for you, but you'd be ready to either shove him out or book it.
"Maybe we can trick Yaku and Lev under the mistletoe," He suggested quietly, "Cause a distraction so big Kuroo forgets about us."
You hummed, "That works until demon-upperclassmen-Yaku torments you at practice."
He groaned, "Might be worth it."
You laughed quietly, setting your cup down, "You know," You started before you could second guess yourself, feeling the familiar flutter of nerves in your stomach, "If it were more private I wouldn't mind kissing you under mistletoe."
You felt him stiffen against you, and for a moment you screamed at yourself mentally, but he relaxed a second later, a quiet huff of laugh coming from him.
"Yeah," He reached across to take one of your hands into his, "Me too. He's only doing this cause... well," He cut himself off, and curiosity got the best of you when he didn't finish his thought.
You pulled away some, looking at him, your hands still connected, "Well what?"
His cheeks were pink, and he was doing his best to avoid eye contact, "I had... mentioned wanting to kiss you. Maybe. But not knowing when. He joked about mistletoe at the party. But I forgot until we showed up."
You think almost everyone was caught by surprise at the sheer amount of mistletoe hanging from doorways.
You waited, giving him time to feel comfortable looking towards you, a small smile on your face, "You know... you could have asked me?" Your voice was soft, teasing, "Considering I'm your girlfriend, not Kuroo."
He huffed, half-annoyed, half-laughing.
"I'm serious, just ask me if I want to kiss you. No mistletoe necessary."
It took a second for him to fully process what you said, and his eyes widened a fraction. He visibly swallowed, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.
"Will... can I kiss you?"
The simple question, even if you were expecting it, had butterflies explode in your stomach, your heart fluttering in your chest. Your palms felt embarrassingly sweaty.
"Yes."
You'd, embarrassingly, imagined what your first kiss would be like when you were younger. Entering your teens, it seemed like the biggest deal in the world. You'd have this prince charming of a boyfriend, someone boisterous who took you on spontaneous dates, someone who dipped you under the stars for your first kiss.
No part of you had imagined having your first kiss, hiding away in your friend's mom's office to avoid public humiliation at his goading.
No part of you imagined how it actually felt. All those dreams felt so silly now.
Kenma's lips were warm against yours, your hands still holding one another's. The kiss didn't go any further than this, and it only lasted but a few seconds, but it was enough.
He pulled back first, cheeks far more red than they had been when he asked, and you were sure yours were no better. Despite the anxiety that had been clear on his face, he was smiling, something so soft it made all those nerves disappear as if they'd never been there before.
"Think that was better without the mistletoe," You murmured, and he nodded in agreement.
It was quiet between the two of you for a moment, before--
"There you two are!" Kuroo was standing in the doorway, looking a bit frazzled.
You and Kenma didn't have time to react, but it seemed like Kuroo was too focused on something else to even notice.
"I'm hiding with you, I got Yaku and Lev under the mistletoe and I think--"
"Kuroo Tetsurou!"
✩⁺₊✩☽⋆𝕲𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊⋆☾✩⁺₊✩
✩⁺₊✩☽⋆𝕭𝖔𝖐𝖚𝖙𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗⋆☾✩⁺₊✩
The kitchen was warm, the scent of cinnamon and sugar strong, a welcoming scent. The lights on the tree flickered, colors dancing against the ornaments. The world outside was cold, snow slowly beginning to fall, a barely there dusting coated the ground. Inside was warm, yet far less quiet than outside. Bokuto was knee-deep in a gingerbread house mess, his half empty wine glass abandoned on the kitchen counter. Candy wrappers littered the floor around where he stood. Your fiance had a childlike smile on his face, tongue poking out from between his lips as he concentrated. Both of you had flushed cheeks, the bottle of wine you had opened for dinner was empty now, and you two were enjoying the free time the holiday season gave you.
He decided this freedom meant you two should build a gingerbread house— though you’d say his energy had shifted as the building went on.
You watch him, giggling as he held the piping bag awkwardly, not used to having to hold something so precariously. The frosting application was anything but neat; messy but screaming enthusiasm.
The walls of the house were all tilted at different angles, some candy scattered around the house, around the floor, everywhere truly.
“Ko,” You called out, hiding your smile behind your wine glass, “You may be overdoing it with the frosting.”
He looked over at you, grinning, “I’m just testing it out,” He squinted down at the walls, the frosting nearly dripping from how much he was using, “Want to make sure everything sticks. This is a very delicate process, you know.”
You crossed your arms, leaning your hip against the counter, “Delicate, huh?”
He nodded, poking softly at one of the walls to adjust it, and you both watched as it grew more lopsided. He pulled his hands away before the whole thing collapsed.
“It’s modern.” He said, voice completely serious as he stared down at the sweets.
You started laughing, leaning against him, moving to wipe off the frosting that was leftover on his cheek, “Modern?”
“Yeah, modern houses have like… weird shaped walls, and windows.”
He turned to you, eyes bright, cheeks red as he smiled, proud of the house he had quite literally thrown together.
“I don’t think modern houses look like they’ll collapse if you breath too hard near them.”
He laughed, full bodied chuckles leaving his mouth, unbothered by the truth behind your statement, “It’s supposed to look like that, that’s true modern housing.”
Kotaro turned, rummaging through one of the many opened bags of candy, “I think it just needs more candy,” He stated, “The more candy, the better!”
He pilled gumdrops and chocolate pieces into his hand, popping a few pieces into his mouth, before turning to you, holding his hand out. He looked like a kid in a candy store— which, looking at the kitchen, was exactly what he was.
“Alright,” You took one last swig of your wine, putting the glass down as you took a few pieces from him, “Let’s add some more candy.”
You both dove in, bodies pressed against each other as you began covering every bare inch with some type of candy. The frosting was still dripping down the walls, the roof pieces barely holding onto each other. Chaotic doesn’t even begin to describe the mess that this ended up being; if you stepped back and glanced at it you doubt you’d even be able to have known this was a gingerbread house.
You found a kitkat, breaking it apart as you set it up, trying to make some funky roof piece, but it ended up falling over. Now it just looked like two logs hanging on for dear life.
“Not bad!” Ko leaned over, nodding approvingly at your addition, “If we add more frosting we can layer the candy too.”
He grabbed the pipping bag, looking far too determined. You could smell the inevitability happening.
“I think we should leave it be,” You tried sounding more serious, but the laughter broke each word, and you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted to.
He squeezed the bag, a pile of frosting landing on top of the kitkat pieces, “See? It just needed a special touch—”
In slow motion you two watched as the kitkats fell onto the counter top, followed closely by the roof pieces, chocolate pieces and gumdrops following piece by piece. The four walls stood, barely, for all of a few seconds before they collapsed on each other.
You two stared at it, not even in shock, before you started laughing. Loud snorts leaving you, your eyes tearing up as he joined you. It was just a gingerbread pile at this rate, and with the sheer amount of frosting on it, you wouldn’t even consider it edible anymore.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” He started, still giggling like a schoolkid, “We can rebuild it from the ground up.”
You shook your head, wiping some of the fallen tears from your cheeks, “I think we should call it.”
He didn’t argue, too busy grinning at you, your laughter, unbridled and unrestrained was one of his favorite sounds. He knew that later he’d playfully grumble and complain when he had to clean, wiping the dried up frosting from the counters and throwing away all the candy he could have eaten later.
But that was future him’s issue, now him got to enjoy the glow of alcohol in your cheeks, and the way the tree lights made your eyes look like they held galaxies. He wrapped his arms around your waist, your body still trembling from how hard you laughed at the mess you two made, feeling your warmth against his.
“I love you,” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, the smell of your shampoo mixing with the sweet scent of the wine you two had gone through, just so you that it made his heart hurt.
“I love you too, Ko,” You pressed closer to his chest, “Even if your gingerbread house skills are subpar.”
“Subpar?” He pulled back, a faux offended look on his face, “I’ll have you know I’m the best decorator on the Jackels!”
A/N: sorry I hated this >.<
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𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: When your crush, Kuroo, agrees to help tutor you, neither of you anticipated the freak snowstorm that would trap you at his house.
"God, please," You felt your brain quite literally throbbing in your skull, "Stop talking for five seconds."
You didn't have to lift your head from your hands to imagine the look on Kuroo's face; a stupid mixture of smug, concern, and amusement. Every time you were subjected to that stare you were tempted to slap it off of him. Or kiss it off of him. One would more than likely result in the end of your friendship, so you kept your lips to yourself.
“Oh come on,” You heard him try and hide his laughter, and doing a poor job of it, “It’s really not that hard.”
“Says you,” You glared at him through your fingers, “Mr. Know-it-all.”
He rolled his eyes, putting the pencil that he was twirling down, “You were starting to get it earlier.”
“Then you started adding to it!” You took one of the crumbled sheets from the floor and threw it, watching as he did nothing but let it bounce off his head, “And you just thought because you get it, that I would too!”
He laughed, deep and loud, and you ignored the flutters in your chest, the way the sound was enough to make your hands sweaty. He leaned back on his palms, “We can call it if you want, the test isn’t till next week anyways.”
You nodded, conceding. “I think if we continue my head will quite literally explode.”
Laying your head on the little table he set up, you let your eyes shut for a moment, the warmth of his room soothed your body, while the coolest of the desk soothed your head. You startled, doing your best not to jump when you felt his fingers move through your hair, hesitantly. It was silent for a few moments, the movements of his hand was soft and light, and the headache you had felt coming on was disappearing.
“We wouldn’t want your head to explode,” He spoke finally, tone teasing but voice soft.
You grumbled, not having a snarky retort or quick jab. You didn’t want to move, but you knew you had to. With a heavy heart, and an over the top, loud groan, you lifted your head up, rubbing at your eyes.
Kuroo was watching you, quiet, not wanting to interrupt the brief moment of tranquility that had fallen upon the two of you. You were clearly tired, still clad in your school uniform, though you had stolen one of his hoodies. He was hoping you forgot to give it back to him, and continued to do so going forward. He hoped you forgot for a good while.
“Ugh,” You stood up, stretching your legs out, “You gonna be a gentleman and give me my bag?”
He rolled his eyes at the sarcasm, but moved regardless, grabbing your bag from his bed. You didn’t ask, but he started packing your notebooks away for you.
You pulled your phone out to check the time, moving to grab your bag from Kuroo, before pausing. You had a several missed calls from your father, as well as unread texts. Telling Kuroo to give you a second, you put your phone to your ear, calling your dad back.
He opened his door, aiming to give you some privacy, jumping as he nearly walked into his mom standing in the hall way. Her hand was raised, as if she was going to knock on his door. He raised an eyebrow towards her questioningly.
“Oh,” She looked mildly worried, “I was hoping she had gone home by now.”
He was grateful that you were on the phone and not standing there, narrowing his eyes, and his mom, realizing how her sentence may sound, quickly waved her hands.
“No, no, not like that! You know she’s always welcome over! I just meant—”
“Snow storm?” Your voice was sharp, cutting off whatever his mom was going to explain.
He heard the sound of his curtains opening, and he turned, seeing the sheer amount of snow outside. There was at least half a meter of snow on the ground, if not more, and the snow was still heavily falling.
He heard his mom sigh, “The weather report says it’s going to keep snowing throughout the night too, and because it came out of nowhere they can’t get any plows or trucks out to clear the roads.”
Whatever conversation you were having with your parents had finished, and you walked over to Kuroo, looking both stressed and rather frazzled.
“Neither of my parents can get over here to get me,” You sighed, tucking your phone into the hoodie pocket, “And they don’t want me trying to walk home.”
“Heavens no,” Kuroo’s mom shook her head, “Neither of you are stepping foot out there any time soon. Honey, you’ll stay here tonight. And however long it takes for them to clear the roads safely enough for either your parents or I to take you home.”
You felt your cheeks warm up lightly, “Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose—”
“It’s not imposing, dear.”
“What other option do you have?”
You laughed lightly as Kuroo’s head was smacked, his mother sending a scolding look his way for his comment, “I’ll go grab you some of my pajamas dear, give me a moment.”
“Aw,” Kuroo turned to you as his mom walked off, “Our first sleep over.”
Rolling your eyes you half heartedly raised your hands in faux excitement, “Yay.”
He pouted, and you weren’t fast enough to avoid his stupidly long arms, wrapping you in a too tight hug that nearly swept you off your feet, “Don’t worry— Kenma says my snorings gotten better.”
“I’ll smother you in your sleep,” You threatened, voice muffled from his shoulder digging into your cheek.
He let you go, but you weren’t able to get your footing, swaying and nearly falling backwards. His arms retightened, this time around your waist to keep you from toppling over.
“Sorry,” The teasing tone was gone, and for a moment he actually sounded sheepish, and you tilted your head up, ready to scold him.
Your noses were millimeters apart, and this close you could feel his breath against your face. With anyone else it would be uncomfortable, but with Kuroo it felt… nice. He smelled like the coffee he had gotten on his way home, and whatever cologne or deodorant you had begun to associate with him.
"I found- oh!" The sound of his mothers voice startled the two of you, and his arms quickly released you, doing nothing but allowing you to lose your balance.
Thankfully you caught yourself, both your faces warm, and his mother stood in the doorway, some folded-up clothes in her hands, "I'll leave these here," She placed them on the dresser, closer to Kuroo's door, moving to walk back downstairs, "Keep the door open tonight!"
She called the last bit over her shoulder, and you watched with amusement, and your own embarrassment, as Kuroo's face reddened more, calling after his mom in shock.
You and Kuroo had been friends for years, ever since middle school. You and Kenma got along, but you both knew Kuroo better than the other. Though you and the blonde weren't above teaming up against the older one.
"Sorry about her," He rubbed the back of his neck, "She's... well..."
You waved him off, laughing quietly, "It's fine. She means well."
The silence between you two felt a bit more awkward now, neither sure of what to say to break the tension. You moved first, grabbing the clothes, "I'm going to go change."
Kuroo watched you scurry off to the bathroom, waiting till you were out of earshot before groaning, burying his face in his hands, and falling onto his bed. A ping from his phone distracted him, and he checked it, no surprise at seeing Kenma having messaged him.
snow storm tonight
really? had no idea it interrupted our study session
you mean study date?
it wasn't a date! i'd take her on a better date than studying for chemistry NOT that i'm saying i want to take her on a date
you're a bad liar even over text
i'll make you run laps with yamamoto next practice
He watched the text bubbles pop up, Kenma no doubt cursing his entire existence in the safety of his bedroom.
you're cruel
He snorted at that, ready to respond when-
just tell her you like her please the pining is hurting all of us it's sickening
"Should I be concerned your mom has cute taste when it comes to pajamas?"
Your voice startled him, despite fully hearing you wander back down the hall to his room. He threw his phone back onto his bed, panicking that you'd, somehow, read the texts from all the way in his doorway. You didn't, and wouldn't have, but you were now suspicious, eyeing him weirdly.
"Everything good?"
"Just dandy," He smiled, trying to convey some type of calm attitude, "Just texting Kenma."
You nodded slowly, folded clothes in hand, and you moved, placing them with your bookbag, "Hopefully he's trapped at home and not somewhere else."
Kuroo snorted, "He's at home. Probably already playing whatever game he got recently. No school, no practice, it's his own personal heaven."
You laughed, organizing your items meticulously. He was very aware of the buzzing of his phone, no doubt it was still Kenma, calling him a coward in some form of the word. You were talking to him, something about school, or practice, or literally anything, but he couldn't hear you very well. His heart rate had yet to slow down since you wandered back in, Kenma's texts still in his mind.
just tell her you like her
It sounds so simple, yet as he sat on his bed, staring at you, it felt anything but. You were everything he liked in a girl, and even more. You were snarky and sweet, you got along with Kenma and Kuroo's parents, you didn't fully understand volleyball but you went to games to cheer them on whenever you could. You were dedicated and kind, but you were also so quick to put Kuroo in his place whenever it was needed. Which, according to Yaku, was a lot.
His thoughts were on a roll now, a runaway train where you were the only passanger.
" - are you even listening to me?"
"Are you free next weekend?"
His question came out almost as a shout, and it stunned you for a moment. You had been telling him about the stupid drama going on in your foreign language class, gossip he normally was absorbed in, but he was far away, stuck in whatever thoughts were going on in his mind. He had gotten fidgety where he sat, staring at you.
"Next weekend? Why?" You looked at him, trying to understand the anxiety that was creeping over him; a rare look for him.
"Like... Saturday?"
"I should be?"
"Doyouwanttogoonadate?"
“Do I—” You processed it a second after you started asking the question, face burning, heart hammering.
A date? He was asking you on a date?
“I—”
He turned away, forcing his gaze to focus on the heavy snow still falling outside, thicker on the ground than it had been minutes ago.
As subtly as you could, you grabbed a bit of skin between your fingers and pinched, the sharp pain sending prickles through your arm. Not dreaming. Okay.
Holy shit Kuroo just asked you on a date.
You licked your lips, noting the way he sat tense, as if waiting a blow up or rejection, “As long as it’s better than studying for school, yes.”
His head snapped towards you, eyes wide before the shock melted away, a giant grin forming on his face. “I dunno— I’d say we have pretty great chemistry together.”
“I take it back.”
“Nope!” He nearly leapt off his bed, crowding your space, “No take backs! We’ll go on a date next week. No studying, no text books, hopefully no getting stuck somewhere because of a snow storm.”
His energy was contagious, and soon you found yourself giggling with him, laughing at absolutely nothing.
“I really will need you two to sleep with the door open tonight,” His mom’s voice startled you two again, and you laughed, a bit sharp and surprised as he turned towards his door, calling out a sharp, “Mom!”
A/N: my biggest red flag is I have no idea how to end chapters or one shots
hey im new here does hinata live at the end of hq?
during the olympics oikawa spikes a ball directly into his head using his full force, killing him instantly.
have you ever heard of the ‘group effect’? how people are more attractive as a group but if you take them as a singular person, their flaws are magnified and they become wholly less appealing?
that’s osamu but opposite.
osamu’s so cool when he’s alone. respectful and kind to elders, engaged in children’s conversations. he knows how to haggle the most intimidating vendors, can fix a leaky sink, and appreciates drawings made by 5 year olds.
but then you place him in the same room as atsumu and then you realize he’s one half of a whole idiot.
Some Oikawas I drew for an event on Twitter!
★﹒₊‧ matsukawa!bf things
matching pjs, but like subtlety.. classic white tee with matching pants (green plaid, star wars, family guy..)
teaching you to skate and going to the skate park together (firm believer in skate!rat issei)
writes you songs, but he doesn't sing them rlly l, just a rlly nice instrumental on bass or acustic
LATE night drives when he can't sleep so he drives by your house to see if your light is still on. even if it isn't he calls you anyways and ofc you answer, trying your hardest to sneak out and y'all go get some food, blast music and look at the stars until you actually start getting tired
horror fanatic. he LOVES horror movies and is NEVER phased by them, it's kinda scary that you're cowering in his side while he's just casually watching it. you swear he jumped ONCE but he says it was a shiver (it wasn't)
GOSSIPY COUPLE y'all talk hella shit abt everyone. ppl just tell the two of you stuff and y'all aren't total bitches so you keep it between y'all two but still you know all about what some fangirl tried saying to oikawa and wtv else
will go shopping w you and loves to watch you try everything on
he's like ur doll, ew that's a weird way of putting it but like he will let u do ANYTHING to him. paint his nails, dress him up, apply makeup on him, face mask, anything !!
he loves to bake with you. he can't bake at all but one day he brought cupcake mix to your house and y'all just started making it, but now he likes to make everything from scratch and he's gotten pretty good over time
he really likes when you read to him. it could be the most boring ass book, his words, but hearing it from you just eases him (?)
♥︎author note: sorry this may be messy i did this in the last 10 minutes of my ceramics class
hello friends i would love you all forever if you gave tsukiyama fic recs where tsukishima is the one who has been hopelessly pining for years not the other way around 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
all i think about ever is tsukishima covering the back of his head for everyone on the teams serves except for yamaguchi
i dont have a plot yet but…. pilot kenma, copilot bokuto, flight attendants akaashi, kuroo, and tsukishima fic…..
haikyuu first year stimming headcannons :D
kageyama:
HAND FLAPPER I KNOW THIS BOY IS A HAND FLAPPER
but he’s super self conscious so he holds back in public until 2nd year when he’s finally comfortable enough to do it around the team!!
he also hums little tunes that he learned as a kid
he loves the smell of peonies and keeps a bouquet on his kitchen table to smell whenever he wants
absolutely listens to classical music on repeat for hours
hinata:
oh the collection of chews this man has. it is extensive and they are all used as much as possible
like seriously there are several drawers in his room dedicated to these things
constant stream of blowing raspberries and tongue clicking, tsukki is so fed up
he likes to dance!!! just breaks out some moves during practice (its never good)
likes the feeling of vaseline and hates chapped lips so he always has vaseline on
yamaguchi:
plays with the edges of his sleeves when he’s nervous
has loads of jewelry so that when he moves it jingles!!!
a little bit of a chewing stim especially when he’s bored lmao
loves spinny chairs so he can go like 90 mph
likes tracing the indents on tiled floors/walls
shakes his hair around rapidly and everyone is always afraid he’ll get whipflash
tsukishima:
moves the tv remote backing up and down CONSTANTLY
singing. i know he does it. i know in my heart he sings at any chance he can
puts glue on his hand and then peels it off after it dries
in public he’s all about the small, socially acceptable stims like tapping your foot and wiggling your nose
but at home alone he really goes full out like full full out. there is no limb that isnt moving
yachi:
probably plays SOOO many instruments im getting major flute and piano vibes
picks paint off walls but is trying to stop because they keep having to repaint things
a bin filled with large amounts of a small object such as beads or glitter? you can bet she’s sticking her hand in it
likes to quickly flip every page of a book and put it against her fingers to feel them go by and also to smell it
sticks her hand over vents to feel the air coming out of them
i see your “tanaka and kiyoko are married” and i raise you “tanaka and kiyoko are married, but kiyoko is poly and dating yachi outside of their marriage with tanakas consent”
weirdly specific genres of fics i love
teacher au where all of the students think that they are cheating on their partners but the characters are actually married
streamer/youtuber au where two (or more lol) characters are dating secretley, but their channels are sort of rival like and the fandoms each hate the other
that brand of hurt/comfort (iykyk)
chat fics and i have a love hate relationship but you know when you find that one that is just the perfect mix of jokes that might be old but you still love and great plot *muah*
i mostly read angst (oops) but finding that perfect fic of the characters just cuddling is the best thing ever
this ones more for superhero fandoms but anything that includes an identity reveal, but only in the two extremes of either super angsty or the biggest joke ever
soulmate au where everyone is confused and nobody knows whats happening at any point in time but at least they love each other
GAME SHOW FICS THEYRE SO RARE BUT SO GOOD
ive never read the hunger games series but hunger games au’s just hit so different
personality swap/mood enhancer au’s where either the anxious person gets super snarky or the stuck up person gets super sad usuabshsksudfjeie i love these ones
and last but not least, the strongest and/or angriest character is faced with a small animal or bug and it is revealed that they are greatly terrified of this creature
i have a headcannon that daichi, suga, and asahi go on hikes every weekend together and everytime i think about it i cry a little bit they’re so cute
*taps on mic* nishinoya is autistic
like three other people:
noya under his breath : haha datassahi
noya :
noya : dat ass
noya : dat asahi
noya : dat assahi
asahi : ??????
i think about kageyama stimming every single day without fail
NOBODY ASKED BUT HERE ARE THE TOP 10 MOST UNDERRATED HAIKYUU SHIPS (in my opinion of course)
10. narikino (narita x kinoshita)
all i can think about is them dishing tea while everyone else isn’t paying attention
9. yamayama (kageyama x yamaguchi)
it has the same energy as kagehina expect less competitiony and i love it ALSO LOOK AT THEIR SHIP NAME IT’S AWESOME
8. akaken (akaashi x kenma)
imagine the pure sass that would come from this pairing
7. sugkuroo (suga x kuroo)
i!! love them!!
6. kyouhaba (kyoutani x yahaba)
simply not talked about enough i mean look at them
5. kanoyachi (kanoka x yachi)
this ones been getting a little bit more traction lately but not enough
4. yakulev (yaku x lev)
angry small and dumbass tall??? perfect.
3. tsukiyamayachi (tsukishina x yamaguchi x yachi)
one of my personal favorite poly ships it’s just so cute!!
2. oisuga (oikawa x suga)
need i say more
1. TANOYA (tanaka x noya)
absolutley NOBODY talks about this ship ever and i think it’s so cute!! totally deserves more love
first season kagehina will always have a soft spot in my heart. their little smiles in this scene makes me so happy!!! THEY WERE SO EXCITED TO OFFICIALLY BE ON KARASUNO!! to finally be on a TRUE team meant the world to them. especially when they had to work together in order to get daichi’s approval. tobio, the boy who was afraid no one can accept him and shoyo, the boy who never thought he would have a real team. their lives would change forever after joining karasuno. this starts the beginning of a lifelong rivalry & a love for volleyball that lasts forever!!
as first years, especially in s1, they were eager to prove themselves. i just love how excited they are when it comes to the little things in volleyball. most people would just brush it off that they got onto their schools team, but to kagehina it means the world!!