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saturatethe-written-whitewa-blog · 7 years

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oikawa week 2017, day 7.

oikawa week 2017, day 7: pride/humility

pairing: oikawa tooru & iwaizumi hajime

both prompts were used for the very last day of oikawa week (aah this was a blast!) because i'm decidedly indecisive :P also this was just an excuse for me to write about demon king oikawa because i've always wanted to

❝Welcome to the end of eras, Ice has melted back to life, Done my time and served my sentence, Dress me up and watch me die.❞ —Emperor's New Clothes, Panic! At the Disco.

Oikawa Tooru has cultivated his patience, as endless as the somber dark that never fails to not catch his eye. He waits only for the things that entertain him, like a face that dare challenges him, or a succubus that leave their wings behind them and their advantages by a pillar somewhere, for it was Oikawa who could reduce them to their knees with a simple 'pop' of his lips.

After all, existing- existing, not living, for a time long enough the advances of humankind have no term for the times he's curled and flavored, allowed him practice that he could sit and lose himself in his own head for days at a time until an air that brings only crispy heat reminds him he's got no better things to do. Humans were particular with the things they involve themselves in, and finely-aged things of wither and nonexistence were shoved away rather harshly, like the time Oikawa came to existence from nothing but soot and the first dirt; he had driven the earth to its first falling, its first division, seeded the first concepts of anger and spite so deeply into the creation of God that no caress of His holy hand could dare uproot something that has grown into viciousness.

Oikawa decides he's proud of the things he's ruined.

He has seen the first bloodshed that began and ended from creatures that aren't the haughty gods that make an empire out of the sky and beat the heavenly stars so cruelly the earth is only left remnants of its true brilliance. Now, Oikawa is in a place where he can neither see the stars or the products of human imperfections, but he can imagine that the stars blink, still as weakly as he had first seen them when he tries mortal living. He can imagine that there is still blood that paints in poetic lines and vivid horrors, though he never yearns for the day he sees the invading light of the surface ever again.

What Oikawa can see are faces. Faces of people that would have been the crème de la crème if the seed of spite had really been a vulnerable seed left nothing but a shell and soft, wet dirt. He would have harvested them, pulled out another universe of purposes, of possibilities from where the sleeve of his robes fall under his wrist. Their ages change, their clothes change, but the way they turn their lips at the slightest tip of a rock is all the same: a brash scowl- the heaviest guilt left out only for the criminals that do not follow the golden rule, 'Do not do unto others as you would not have them do unto you.'

Oikawa thinks he would have liked these people, if he had met them alive. Alas, they are in Oikawa's own special place in the Underworld, where mercy is brought to extinction and the dead run rampant and even the most unrecognizable: headless, heartless, mindless, have the common sense to thieve what they don't have themselves. A crueler duplication of themselves, without the penetrable skin, the multicolored vision and poetic mouths never put to better use but to lock and tighten and utter falseness under pressures of zeniths.

Oikawa Tooru counts his days, they are plenty, and often, he does not know what to do with them. The times he remembers actually enjoying himself are sparse enough he could keep them awkward and unfolded and still fit them into the pockets at his sides.

Oikawa Tooru does not count the faces that come to pass, for he forgets them rather easily; the faces that do matter smile as infrequently as Oikawa does, and he only gets to remember them in the mythical event that Oikawa can see moonlight between the foul decay and the haze cast upon haze by the sin.

Oikawa does not recall the last time a human has ever come to see him in person, for the ones who did have gone insane from denial or far too wrongly attached to the materials left so curtly behind to ever possibly let go. They are far too silent entering his kingdom to ever match his gaze in a battle of condescending judgment and Oikawa lassos a thought that maybe he's far too alike the monarchs up above that he would have been assumed as one if not for the strange way he dresses, the even stranger tongue he speaks in, and the animalistic brown of horns that curl forth the same direction as the ends of his hair.

The humans never shriek, never falter, never stutter at the sight of Oikawa's majesty, nor at the sound of his robes fluttering somewhere behind him, less dignified and less noticed, as if the smoke of death grounded them to the same level as a bashful seedling. There truly is nothing that measures up to death everyone is granted; Oikawa agrees, but does not sympathize.

This one is a man with a face as if he's seen all the worst the world can birth, as expressionless as the dead that blend so well Oikawa only spots them if they twitch a limb or curse their eternities. He has his hands behind his back, Oikawa holds his head high; one of the leaders of death, unkillable. Any imagination with blood gushing like heaven was incorrect, as impossible as a moon tinted blue. The man looks like he doesn't know whether to bow his head or take a knee, Oikawa's next breath is one that exudes amusement.

Oikawa stands prouder, taller, and all the grimness of the Underworld gather behind him in patterns that resemble embroidery; Oikawa liked a show, something fitting for him. The man recognizes he's the lesser in the windowless throne room.

The man doesn't speak even when Oikawa urges him to with a change of expression that reverses when he realizes he isn't even looking at him, only at the floor Oikawa doesn't have to imagine to know that the grey wobble that peers back at you reminds you of where you are; the only beauty in the Underworld was the kind only the truly sinister could admire, the kind of sinister Oikawa kept as friends or pets.

Oikawa picks himself back up with a breath the man doesn't hear. He's made himself known, and the man's demeanor: hiding behind a shell he doesn't realize isn't there gives Oikawa one more reason to fill his empty grin with smugness.

"You seem rather put-together, more intact," Oikawa says, and his voice echoes in the emptiness of the chamber, all plain pillars that glorify nothing but the heights they can grasp at their highest and an unrefined floor that reflects nothing but the colorlessness that Oikawa's hours feel like; "do you know your purpose?"

Oikawa sweeps the ends of his robe behind him as he turns around, looking as if he'd just fluttered. He takes his footsteps to get to his throne, that echo too, feeling more unusual now that he isn't alone. The very throne looked like petrified plants and sharp points Oikawa likes to poke and imagine what pain would feel like, stone and yet so ironically fragile, that all of a hellhound's reckless charge could drive the often-spoke-about throne apart and scattered for Oikawa to suddenly feel more disinterested about. The Underworld was a melting pot of all the things the gods decided they didn't like, Oikawa called it home, never in his eternity felt any sticky fondness for it, but he stares at the rock formations outside his palace and realize he'd rather stare at this, the groaning dead, the officials torpid whether the hellblazes trumpet or slumber, rather than evergreens and pinkish skies.

"Yes," the man- Oikawa's checked enough times, it's a man and not a banshee that's lived many nights tearing out hair in its lament- standing far away enough that if Oikawa wanted to intimidate him now, he'd have to maintain his stare for four seconds, four seconds too plenty.

Oikawa rests his chin on his palm. The man was unafraid of him, even when the passing event of his curly smile peeks a glimpse of his tongue, with something unreadable branded on it. Oikawa himself doesn't know what it says. Convulated? Probably. Derogatory? Definitely. He was unwilling to thrash his body about and dirty his robes just to read it, his tongue could only stretch so far, enough to arouse a she-demon and disgust Kuroo Tetsurou with an unscripted flick.

"Name it," Oikawa demands. Oikawa hopes his eyes remain the brown of tamarinds, that they do not flare nor color in the excitement he believed he'd forgotten in the evolving ages.

"I'd like to make a deal with you, arrange something, Demon King, if you may allow me to address you that way," the man says, dipping his head humbly, voice low enough that it does not echo in the vacancy of the room.

"Yes, yes," Oikawa murmurs to himself, "I would like for you to continue addressing me as such. Tell me your name, and how exactly you've managed to sneak right past the three unsurpassed noses of my Cerberus."

"My name is Iwaizumi Hajime," he says with a flat tone and a flat line drawn across his lips, "and if there was a Cerberus I was supposed to meet, then I am certain I have not encountered it."

The man does not lie, does not appear that he has ever told a lie in his life unless there was a blade to his throat and a promise death to his bones. A hellhound bellows in the distance, neither of them turn to the noise, but the man flinches at the hideous sound. Oikawa's chosen to snicker at him.

Oikawa's mouth twitches at the right end of it, and Iwaizumi notices, winces fearfully, as if he'd been bitten.

"I really do need to reevaluate the usefulness of that lazy hound," Oikawa continues to say to himself, before adding: "perhaps that was why that sly Kuroo seemed so eager to gift me his pet."

"Anyway," Oikawa amends, voice booming, Hajime startling himself on a tiny crack on the floor. "Put forth your demands, Iwaizumi, and I shall mine."

Iwaizumi seems to recognize that the kindness of the Demon King is something supposed to be well-spent. It shows in the way his eyes open a fragment wider, like the words clamber through his throat and stop in the middle of it for a second.

"I would like to serve you, for the remainder of eternity, even, o Demon King." And Iwaizumi says no more, bowing his head once again, as if honored to be receiving the judging, contemplative glance Oikawa rests on the back of his hair. (Iwaizumi truly is honored, for any other member of the dead would have been sent away with a burst of flame and a clap of Oikawa's hands. A singular demonstration of the bite force of a starving hellhound, if Oikawa was impatient and the dead were rude and stubborn.)

"I will consider your offer, Iwaizumi," Oikawa says without much thought, because the years are growing boring and yawning to himself was not how he would have liked to choose to spend the rest of eternity doing. "If," he adds, boldly, "sincerely, you will decide, at this very moment, to solemnly pledge yourself to servicing me- to risk your life, lay it down, sacrifice it, all of this done willingly, for the sake of my well-being. Do so, and become my valiant knight."

And so, without much thought either, Iwaizumi does.

(Perhaps this fairytale should end in the mentions of a happily ever after, although that would birth a great irony for the fact remains that their eternities are embedded deep in the Underworld. Though, Iwaizumi does well to make merry the slow moving of their days, and Oikawa could not have dreamed of a more fitting companion. Gently, carefully, gradually, the Underworld becomes more bearable, even if only to the pompous king and his meek knight, who forever bows his head like the humble creature he often denies to be- which, too, is done out of a modesty that Oikawa sometimes thinks earns not a spot in the Underworld, and by the side of the Demon King himself, no less.)

#Oikawa Week 2017 #haikyuu!!#haikyuu

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sugawaras · 4 years

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HOLD ON.... i just read hq is finally ending on july 20????? WHAT i havent read the latest chapter but WHAT

yeppp it’s e*ding on the 20th (oikawas birthday coincidentally shshdbfb) 😭😭

#furudate really said happy birthday oikawa as a present im going to end your entire existence AHSHSHD #ive really been in denial for the past week huh 😌#but fr i genuinely dont know what im gonna do w/o a chapter every week #ive been reading since 2017 which ik isnt that long compared to a lot of fans but i really grew up with hq in my life...#ask #anon

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antiiva · 7 years

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inktober day 16: defiance [first] [previous] [next]

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“I knew you would come back, Hajime.”

His voice is exactly how Hajime recalls it; soft and teasing, yet obviously holding command, confident to the point of arrogance. His posture remains tall and proud, fingers easily intertwined in front of him as if he had all the time in the world to spare. Tooru’s eyes glimmer with intelligence and emotions unhuman behind those crimson irises, narrowed and focused. “Did you miss me?”

“No,” says Hajime, though it’s a lie. He strides closer, unburdened by the heavy armor, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “I’ve come to give you one last chance.”

Tooru scoffs and shakes his head. “You are in no position to be handing out second chances, Hajime.”

“This isn’t a second chance.” Iwaizumi’s teeth grit-- he jerks to a halt before the stairs leading up to Tooru’s throne, of which the demon king stood before. “This is a hail mary.”

“Oh… adorable,” murmurs Tooru, a grin playing at his lips, stretching to reveal lengthened canines. “Is your resistance so weak?”

“You know damn well the state of our resistance,” growls Hajime, fingers unconsciously tightening on his sword. His eyes flicker up.

“Wouldn’t you,” he continues slowly, “traitorous king?”

Tooru just smiles, curious and dangerous. “We overthrew the king, didn’t we?” he asks, slowly descending those stairs, imposing in on Hajime like a thick fog. “We threw the system.”

“And you took control of the ruin,” Hajime says, anger and bitter regret twisting in his chest-- the ugly thing. “You seized the reigns of that anarchy and let yourself lose everything.”

Tooru stretches out his arms, batlike wings blocking the light from the stained glass behind him. “And yet I gained so much,” he hisses, now grinning wildly. “And yet you are offering me pity? And yet here you stand, begging for me to come back to you?”

“You were one of us,” seethes Hajime, lip curled. “You were a leader, the face of the rebellion, known by the nobles to the street rats--”

“And now they fear me,” interrupts Tooru, long-nailed fingers twitching. Hajime feels a pull in his chest. “We wanted a new king, didn’t we? We got one. I have this nation under my thumb, it goes where I choose, it does what I command.”

Hajime tries to protest, tries to insist that this twisted control has never been his goal, but Tooru just takes the last step until his fingers can reach out to hold Hajime’s jaw in a bruising grip. “So I suppose I should ask,” he says, purrs, nails digging into his skin, “won’t you join me, my love?”

Hajime feels another pull, deep and longing. Tooru’s curling hair falls over his forehead as the king leans down, nose brushing against Hajime’s, the only thing tethering the warrior to reality was the cruel smile on his old friend’s face. “We could run the world, you and me,” Tooru murmurs, tongue darting out over his cracked lips. Hajime takes a jerky step back.

“No,” he says, swallowing down his fear. Tooru’s mouth twists into something loathsome and ugly. “I will fight you with my dying breath, you turncoat, you filth.”

Shadows creep up the wall and Tooru’s head lolls to the side, oddly sickening, fingers twitching in unnatural ways. “Get out,” he says, eyes gleaming, shoulders hunched. “Lest you want your last breath to be drawn right now, my love, my precious knight.”

Hajime doesn’t turn around-- he trips over himself as he keeps his eyes on Tooru, bathed in darkness, wings twitching until they’re stretched out above his head. Fear strikes through Hajime’s chest like a dagger and he yanks open the heavy door, away from the wild laughter that bounces off of the walls, running as if he had the devil on his heels.

In a way, he did.

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#*shows up two weeks late holding coffee* ok so here u go #smh @ me #my writing #writers' inktober 2017 #iwaoi #oiiwa #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #fhq #demon king oikawa #demon oikawa #knight iwaizumi #this is a *little* twisted and i like it #haikyuuwriters

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dontdropthattuturu · 7 years

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One year further

Written for day 1 of ushioi week. Prompt: Celebration Warning: just pure fluff

Ushijima awoke to an rather odd beginning for his 24th birthday. Normally his significant other woke him by showering him with gentle kisses, he would have prefered that to the smell of burnt food. Sighing he got up from their comfortable king size bed and begrudgingly made his way over to the kitchen, yawning and scratching his belly . What awaits him is both beautiful and a desaster. On the one hand his pretty boyfriend looked really cute pouting and cursing under his breath as he eyes the indefinable burnt mess that should be breakfasts, On the other hand the kitchen was a mess. The fire alarm beeped, the frying pan had burnt food in it, that stuck to it and would be a hassle to clean later, their was smoke and the awful smell of burnt food that would lingerin their whole apartment for days. Not to mention that spilled food and messy cooking items were everywhere. Oikawa still hadn’t noticed him, so he walked up to him and snuck his arms around his lovers waist Startled Oikawa let out a little scream before he pouted:“ Ushi-baka your not supposed to be up yet. I was supposed to wake you with a flawless selfmade breakfast.“ Deeply inhaling the scent of his boyfriends coconut shampoo while nuzzling his hair he hums:“ Good morning Tooru.“ At these words the brunet flushes lightly and mumbled:“ Happy Birthday Wakatoshi.“ Ushijima couldn’t help himself as a small content smile etches itself on his face. Silently he ushered Oikawa over to sit down on the table while he cleans up the kitchen and made breakfast for them. All the while Oikawa moped in his corner contemplating how he had wanted to surprise Wakatoshi because he was as good as never up before him and never made him breakfast. Ushijima just smiles to himself and assured Tooru calmly that he had no problem with making breakfast.

Shortly after Ushijima finished cooking and served them scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. At first they eat in silence but Oikawa vastly overcame his of state and started rambling about anything and nothing. How iwa- Chan will come back from his Europe trip in a few weeks, what happened in the most recent X- file episodes and whatever interesting thing happened at his part time job. Occasionally sipping his coffee and munching happily Ushijima contents himself with listening to Oikawas ramble while observing whatever cute expression he makes while rambling. Just as Oikawa is complaining about a new part timer at his part time job he couldn’t hold it in anymore and interrupts his speech with the words:“ Your cute when your so worked up. You get that sweet little flush.“ To empathise his point the taller man reaches over the table to cup Oikawa cheek within his big hand and strokes over it with his thump. Ironically Oikawa blushes even harder at that, while huffing:“ Of course I am I’m always cute.“ After breakfast Oikawa excitedly told him that they would go out on a date, since it had been a while since their last. First off they go to the cinema near their apartment. It been a while since Ushijima last went so he decides to let Tooru decide, he always seems more informed about such things anyway. They stand a good fifteen minutes in front of the cinema, in which Tooru contemplates which movie they should watch. To Wakatoshi it’s obvious that his lover wanted to see the new alien film and in fact isn’t to thrilled to watch the documentary about bees. As much as Tooru tried to hide it the adorable sparkle in his eyes at the mear mention of the alien movie gave him away and to stay truthfully Wakatoshi would give everything to see that sparkle paired with the genuine wide goofy smile of his lover. Five more minutes of watching Tooru struggle to decide and Wakatoshi walked over to the cashier and paid for two tickets for that indie alien film. Oikawa just huffed at that, murmering something about always trying to decide for him, even though he knows that Wakatoshi just wants to make him happy. They leave it at that and move on to buying two large sodas and a gigantic popcorn bowl. The film was okay, nothing to fancy or interesting in Ushijima opinion

Then they went to go casually shopping with Oikawa promising to buy him anything he wants. Tooru has to backpaddle with that statement as soon as they walk past the port shop, where there are puppies visible through the window. It’s love at first sight. Ushijima saw the Labrador puppy and he was gone. Those big soulful eye begging him to buy him, to give him a loving home. With gleaming eyes he looked over to Tooru and whispered with a pleading voice:“ We need to adopt this puppy. Can we? I mean think of what horrible people would adopt her instead. We need to make her happy. She deserved it. She’s a good puppy.“ Oikawa just laughed and told them that they neither had the time to care properly for a puppy nor were they allowed in their apartment. In order to drag Ushijima from his spot in front of the pet shop window Oikawa linked their hands together, gave him a tiny peck on the cheek and purred:“ Come on Toshi, if you desperately need someone at your command I can fill that gap.“ Wakatoshi just looked at him unblinkly saying:“ You can’t fill the place of the puppy silly.“ Tooru just sighted with a pained expression and drags Ushijima further down the street away fronbyhe pet shop. Neither of them lets go of the others hand.

Next of the went to a flower shop down the road. It was a charming little shop, a bell gave of a pleasing ding when they entered. They were surrounded by the smell and sight of fresh flowers. This must be what heaven must be like , Ushijima thought to himself. The two of them ventured further into the shop looking at the various flowers. Soon Oikawa spots the cacti, excitedly pointing them out.“ Look Ushiwaka-chan, they fit you perfectly. They’re just as prickly and bland as you.“, there is no malice in Toorus voice, just playfulness. Wakatoshi just huffed and moved in, leaving Oikawa behind. Tooru decides to not follow him since he may feel a little petty after just being so blandly disregarded. Exactly what Wakatoshi had hoped, with a small smile playing his lips he moves towards the cashier. He asked for a dozen red roses, pays and looks around searching for Tooru. As soon as he laid eyes on him, he moves over, presenting him the roses while whispering in his ear:“ In think those flowers fit you just perfectly. Your just as lovely as them, even more so if you ask me.“ This is met with a second of stunned silence in which Tooru processes what just happened. Oikawa blushes an impossible shade of crimson as he takes the bouquet ant tries to hide his face behind It in embarrassment, mumbling with a slight tremble in his voice:“ You can’t just go and do something that romantic out of nowhere Ushiwaka-chan. This was so cheesy.“ Tooru shyly lowered the bouquet, still blushing, giving him the most brilliant smile and softly said:“ Thank you Wakatoshi.“ Ushijima couldn’t help himself and answered the smile with an equal happy one. They exit the flower shop, both in a happy daze, holding hands and on Oikawa part also a lovely flower bouquet.

At last Tooru proposed the idea of going shopping for Ushijima , so that he quote: looks as cute as me(Tooru). Ushijima just nods in agreement. Soon they enter the shopping centre and Tooru drags Wakatoshi from one shop to the next. Pushing him into the changing room with the clothes he picked out, taking pictures and giggling when he emerges out of them. To Ushijima this feels less like serious shopping and more like playing dress up but as long as Tooru is happy he is too. In the end they don’t buy anything for Wakatoshi but Tooru finds a cute oversized sweater, with a space background and the rainbow caption: too alien for earth, to human for outer-space and buys it. They decided to take a short breather before continuing to go shopping by taking a stroll through a park nearby their apartment. Just five minutes into their stroll it starts to rain and with that he meant that it rained cats and dogs. They share a Look, silently conversation and decided to run back to their apartment. Even though they’re getting soaked by the rain there’s just this certain appeal of running through the rain, holding hands with the person you love that makes you smile and laugh in delight. It had been a short run to their apartment, still try arrive soaked to the bones but smiling and slightly out of breath from all the laughing while running. The flower bouquet Tooru had managed to hold onto all the while got placed in a vase on their dining table.

Giggling Tooru decides they should shower together, so that they both could warm up again. Wakatoshi is more than happy to oblige. Under the shower they share sweet kisses and gentle touches full of affection.

Dressing comfortable they cuddle up on the sofa under a cozy blanket. They order pizza and put on Wakatoshis favourite movie. The lion king. Halfway through the film Tooru to freely murmers:“ I’m sorry. I wanted you to have the perfect birthday since you always make me so happy on mine but I failed. I didn’t even buy you anything. I don’t deserve you, always making me your priority and having so much patience with me even though I frustrate you so much and never listen.‘ Pressing a gentle kiss atop of Tooru fluffy locks Wakatoshi answers gently:“ What are you even saying? Today was perfect. We spent the whole day together and had a lot of fun. There couldn’t ever be a better birthday. If anything I don’t deserve you and your dedication. I love you Tooru.“ Tooru just hums already dozing off:“ Love you too Toshi..“

#ushioi #ushijima wakatoshi #oikawa tooru #ushijima x oikawa #haikyuu!!#ushioi week 2017 #day 1 #celebration #fanfic #ushioiweek17

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goshiyachi · 7 years

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Taking a Step forward

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi/ Hinata Shouyou; Oikawa Tooru/ Semi Eita (background relationship) Summary: Ushijima had always prided himself for being organized, even when his career choices seemed drastically different. He had always some form of control; that is until he was confronted with Hinata Shouyou. Prompts Used: Flight, Burn from @ushihinaprompts and Past, Future, Summer, Hot @ushihinaweek Additional Tags: Post Canon, Canon Divergence, Post College, retirement (sort of), career changes, falling in love, awkwardly getting to know each other, Farmer Ushijima, Garden enthusiast Hinata, market shop meetings

Or read on Ao3.

Living away from the suburbs and remnants of the city somehow made Ushijima giddy. It could have been due to finally being free from the pollution in the air caused from the city that made him frown and cough more than he appreciated. Or it could have been from the fewer noises that dulled into his senses in the less populated areas that gave him inner peace. There was something about hearing the wind chime with the birds as he grew his vegetables that made him content. The neighbors were polite enough to indulge in his questions when they arose. If anything, most of the demographic was more than willing to open their arms for his company.

They were all pleasant with interesting viewpoints from living in such a closed community. Years have passed but the lands were hardly touched from modern inconveniences. It was sort of comforting the way the lands he was stepping on now were preserved in a way that couldn’t be described perfectly. Almost like they were timeless, the time flew slow and fast the way he worked on the lands he was given by his father’s side. It had been awhile since he’s talked to his father and more since he seen visited his grandmother when she was alive. The few ties that withered from them barely made him utter their names. Nonetheless, he was thankful for rekindling, it made it more peaceful when he communicated with his father.

He was more willingly to hear from him through letters and occasional calls. Even as they were both adults now, it seemed like the distance he was raised by now still clung to their tendencies. There were no ill bordered feelings between them; rather Ushijima came to find peace with their interactions. He already shown his father what volleyball meant to him over the years. They had both already celebrated his success when he reached the top. Now his new chapter consisted of him learning more about his side hobbies.

Living on the court was what got him the short-term fame, the recognition of loving a sport so much that people were able to relate and, to see that Ushijima always followed through when he gave his word. He showed to his extended family that he was more than a minor disappointment. He was content and rather successful after a long career in volleyball. After he was given many offers to continue living in the sports realm, he instead chose to break away and take a breather. To explore the quieter and humble roots of simple lifestyles. Ushijima was never much of materialistic person when he was younger and it didn’t change when his bank account held too many zeros now.

He was older, somewhat wiser to be able to see what life still had to offer him. Even as his lifestyle was slowly molding into another stage, it didn’t automatically confirm he was isolated. Rather, it was opposite. He still maintained his friendships that ranged from his high school and all the way to his professional days when he was still a volleyball player. Like Tendou, who always managed to get Ushijima to Skype or text message him practically every day. His messages in particular, were always baffling and amusing. (Especially since they were always layered with internet memes and conspiracy theories that rivaled Oikawa’s.) It was like a contrast of his quieter routines of waking up and tending his garden.

But they were still a part of his past that he cherished. He was always confused with the strange anime Tendou followed, but he was polite enough to ask about his friend’s fandoms as well to ask about how the city life was working for him. His more recent acquaintances were also welcomed when he looked at his emails and social media accounts that Oikawa made for him when they were college teammates. He may have never understood the need to party or partake in drinking socially, but he was happy for his friends and acquaintances that did. He offered congratulations to others when it was shown, he clicked like when there was an amusing video but overall, it came to no one’s shock that he hardly ever commented about of his days.

Which was why he should have seen the day coming when Oikawa (of all people) would bombard Ushijima in his newly refurbished home while he was tending to his land. Oikawa didn’t come out to the countryside to judge him as he watched Ushijima plant a couple of seasonal vegetables; rather he was just that curious on Ushijima’s drastic career change that he packed up two big suit cases and claimed that he was in the middle of vacation and wanted to say hi. They didn’t comment about how impulsive it was for him to leave the city. Or that Ushijima would most likely house Oikawa until he would announce when he had enough of staying in the country. Instead, what happened was Ushijima finished his task while Oikawa poked around and loudly acclaim that he would later redesign the extra empty rooms since it was known Ushijima had a plain style.

As the hours simmered down, Ushijima felt at ease watching Oikawa complain about the few decorations he had. It almost felt like he was back in college when he was roomed with him. Their old routines of washing up and preparing food was something he did miss. Living in the country was lonely sometimes; especially since he was always surrounded by more colorful people since he first joined a volleyball team in elementary. He liked the silence and life he made now, but with Oikawa near him and too familiar he couldn’t deny how happy Oikawa made him.

It made him remember of all the friends he made back in the city and suburbs.

And just like that it got him thinking about all the few people around Ushijima’s age that lived close by now. It was sparse and limited; he may have been not that picky in the past but Ushijima all the same couldn’t help but wonder if his friends and mainly his acquaintances back in the city held some truth in their worries. He could almost recite all those questions they asked and repeated since he revealed his next set of plans.

“But why would you want to move where there’s hardly any Wi-Fi?”

“Are you going bankrupt?” that usually went with the next statement, “Why not just sell that land and get a better apartment here.”

“Aren’t you worried that you’ll get mauled by wild animals?”

There were more silly and overrated nonsense that were said. But there were others that expressed the concern of him isolating himself.

“Aren’t you happy now?”

“Is there something that’s bothering you?”

“Do you want to talk about it now before you'll do something you'll regret later?”

Either way most of the people that were off put with his decision left soon. The few in between understood why he left. Still, he couldn’t help but recall their voices as he noticed that the few times he went to the center of the town he made more acquaintances than friends. As if sensing Ushijima’s thoughts Oikawa started to blab about how his model career was blooming, and how Semi was going to come later this week because unlike Oikawa he was smarter (practical) about informing the necessary people about his and Oikawa’s absences. The rest of evening was a quiet affair of Ushijima giving few details of his new routines and few selected friends that he kept in touch.

He even told Oikawa that he would stay in the country a bit longer until he felt comfortable enough and to check in city. It was a compromise that he expected from Oikawa coming for a visit. He knew that some people saw his change as something almost unexpected and extreme but it wasn’t. Rather, it was something that Ushijima had once dreamed about doing after achieving his sports dream. It was more of a natural turn of events. He still had doubts running around his head, but he continued settling in his new environment.

The next few days were filled with Ushijima grimacing at Oikawa’s (failed and short-lived) attempts of gardening. It was evident that Oikawa didn’t have a green thumb to test the waters on Ushijima’s easier plants. (It made sense as to why Oikawa was more keen to having cactus as houseplants). In those few days of Ushijima getting used to having Oikawa around and efficiently killing two rows of flowers he ultimately sentenced his friend to kitchen duty. (That was where Oikawa shined anyways.) It didn’t take long until the arrival of Semi making Ushijima’s home feel warmer.

Under his home, Ushijima watched Oikawa and Semi bring forth a domesticity that he has yet encountered in his life. After all those long years of success and basking in the light of volleyball Ushijima knew that at the end of the day he sacrificed a side of himself when he vowed to be at the top. Back then, he never saw love as a weakness rather a luxury that he knew he couldn’t have been able to afford. Not when he was so absorbed into the sport and high dreams cling into his fingertips. There was this buildup of hype around him, a crowd of expectations and a grand feeling of having to prove himself. During most of his youth Ushijima had a plan. One where he would fly across the air and battle for his own aspirations.

He dealt with the passing whims and people scattered at all directions in his life. Ushijima was no stranger to having others try to lead him astray. They never won; and it made it clear how Ushijima was vastly too different from them. With his progress always moving forward he saw no reason to lock himself completely from his friends. (Even if there was a small part of him that longed to have someone beside him.) That was why when he reached his finishing line in volleyball Ushijima was a little relieved that all his sacrifices throughout his past bared fruit.

It made moving to the countryside feel right.

Like a weight, he carried from long ago it slowly started to unclasped when he finished packing all his belongings from his old apartment in the city. Changing his atmosphere was therapeutic, as it gave him a chance to see what his success left him. Being reminded of what he sought deep in his heart when he caught Semi and Oikawa together in their own bubble in his kitchen made him see the little worries he buried underneath the surface. He would always be thankful of having friends like them coming to check on him and Tendou who always bugged him for messages every day but Ushijima knew he couldn’t always live too silent. (Or away from people in general.) He may have been an awkward child with brilliant athleticism but Ushijima had lived long enough to see where his new limits were when it came to engaging in social groups.

“Ushijima,” he looked directly to Semi calling out to him, “how long has it been since you went grocery shopping?”

Recalling all the meals Oikawa kept producing non-stop, “A week I suppose,”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see how ill-prepared Ushijima was when it came to stocking up and Oikawa being a little reckless with his spending. (It would always be a mystery as to how Ushijima and Oikawa survived when they were roommates in college before Oikawa started dating Semi.) From the look, he caught from Oikawa he knew where he would spend the next day. After finishing his morning chores with the help of Semi and Oikawa making a quick breakfast they drove to the center of the sleepy farming town. Even after becoming familiar of the drive Ushijima always found himself a little breathless when he caught the sight of the few stores and people mingling.

There was a warmth and familiarity between the crowds, like a giant family reunion gathering in one place. There were booths stalled up and music playing. Children were all running around with their parents close enough to watch them while still comfortably conversing with one another. It was something that made Ushijima grateful that Oikawa had picked out his outfit before they left. As they went closer they noticed some flyers announcing of the farmers’ market being open for the weekend.

With the liveliness thriving Oikawa made a beeline to the closest booths and tents. It didn’t take long for Semi to rein in Oikawa close by holding his hand and having Ushijima catching up without effort. In no time, Ushijima was surrounded by colorful signs and products. There were people that came around and reintroduced themselves to his friends. It was sort of funny how there were people that did recognize how famous Semi and Oikawa were. It didn’t cause a huge traffic stop like a city street would have created but it was enough to Ushijima smile at witnessing a new layer of the town he moved in.

By the fourth selfie and fifth autograph Ushijima texted Semi that he would check out the other side of the market booths and tents. Escaping the small crowd, he was able to talk to more people and see how friendly the community truly was. As he was headed for a spice booth he was confronted by a smack of sunflowers on his chest. The unexpected force made him step back and catch the flowers and the person who was blindly grasping them for dear life. From the other side, there was a loud scream and a mountain of mumbled apologies after he was steadied.

Ushijima slowly let go and watched an orange blob of hair peep out. “I’m so sorry!” the flowers were turned to their side and cradled. “I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”

Before Ushijima could say anything, he looked down to meet bright brown eyes, unruly orange hair that was messily tied into a small ponytail. There was an air about him that seemed familiar as if he met him before. His throat felt clogged and his heart started to pumped irregularly.

“I’m alright.”

There was a flash of relief and embarrassment that swept through the guy, “That’s good.” He tilted his head forward and fidgeted his fingers awkwardly for a couple of seconds. “Well I guess I better go back to my booth before my grandparents get worried.”

Ushijima raised a hand, “I could help you carry them back. That is if it’s okay with you.”

“Oh, I couldn’t—"

Ushijima tried his best to look friendly, “It wouldn’t be a bother.”

When he smiled at him as their fingers brushed Ushijima knew he was a goner.

“Okay. I’ll lead the way.”

As they walked past a couple of more booths Ushijima couldn’t help but focused on the guy’s excited chatter. There was something about the way he spoke that made him listen intently, of trying to catch all the smallest details of the guy in front of him. Like how the more excited he got to a particular part of the story he would vibrate, or how his voice would project itself in an animated way. There was this positive energy that circled around him that it made Ushijima feel like he was staring at the sun itself. He didn’t want to look away, he didn’t want to separate either when they made it to flower shop’s booth. Even though there was a more practical side of Ushijima looming over his shoulder he couldn’t help but get lost into those brown eyes and randomly open his mouth to purchase a couple of prearranged bouquets.

When he regrouped with Semi and Oikawa, they openly and curiously commented about the abundant flower purchase Ushijima made. His cheeks were hot, his heart was still beating rapidly and in that moment, he didn’t know how to form any words with the way his tongue was heavy. After all, what exactly could have he said to them other than, Ushijima Wakatoshi fell in love with the flower shop guy from the market shop event. That he would most likely come back tomorrow and then when the event would be over he would start buying from his local flower shop in no time. Yeah, that last bit sounded almost too unlike him. But he couldn’t exactly say that he would do the opposite.

Not when he found something that made him happier of his choice of moving away and starting a new life. It was summer now, with its blistering heats and plants hovering and thriving. His skin may have been boiling but in that second Ushijima was burning for a different reason. In the background, Oikawa picked up on Ushijima’s demeanor and started laughing while going over his plans of helping him woo the flower boy. And as they drove back to Ushijima’s home he couldn’t help but outwardly smile as he watched Semi try to reason Oikawa and his overly dramatic plans. He made a quick glance at the back of his car and admired the flowers he bought before refocusing on the road.

Tomorrow he would see him again, and this time he would not forget to ask for his name.

#ushihinaprompts #ushihina week 2017 #ushihina #Ushijima Wakatoshi #Hinata Shouyou #Haikyuu!!#lee attempts to write #GC: Gathering Courage #oisemi #Semi Eita #Oikawa Tooru

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OIKAWA WEEK 2017

We started preparing the next Oikawa Week, and now we’re asking you to send us prompt suggestions. You can send asks to this blog or instant messages to admin Elea. More announcements will follow! :)

#oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa week 2017 #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #Fandom Week #promo post

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Haikyuu!! Rare Pair Fic Recs

i’ve been so hype about some Hq rarepairs lately now imma list some of my fav fanfics, mostly OiSuga mwehehe....

(probably gonna add some more in the future)

Oisuga (Oikawa x Sugawara)

1. Stuck in the Middle With You by overlymetaromantic

It's not the kind of blossoming relationship either of them would expect, but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something good.

1. In which Suga and Oikawa run into each other on a late night convenience store run.

2. In which Suga and Oikawa inadvertently switch bags and end up with the other’s uniform.

3. In which Suga gives Oikawa the lecture he doesn't want but probably needs, and Oikawa might accidentally be a little in love.

4. In which Oikawa won't shut up about Suga, and Iwaizumi plays matchmaker just to make him stop.

5. In which there is not a date, and Suga likes spicy things much more than sweet.

6. In which Karasuno and Aobajousai hold training camps in the same neck of the woods, and the trip back proves to be more revealing than it probably should.

7. In which there might just be a future to this after all.

(Dis is so fluffy i might die)

2. moving on (growing up) by _helios (neocitz)

‘I’ll do it,’ Suga says, walking into their prep school and dropping his bag on the floor next to Oikawa. He shoves the melon bun and drink forward into Oikawa’s hands, and stands there looking down at him because he knows that he needs to not chicken out.

‘You’ll do what?’ Oikawa looks up through his glasses, eyes wide and confused as the other students stream in around them.

‘The fake dating thing, I’ll do it.’

‘Fuck. Yes.’ Oikawa says with a fist pump.

(It’s been AGES since i read Fake/Pretend Relationship fic, this one is goood)

3. how strange, to be remembered by venusintwelfthFandoms

"He is not formed of the type of dust that makes up stars. Suga is not the type of person that stays in the mind of one like Oikawa Tooru, ten years later. He is formed of the type of dust you shake off, the type that settles into the ground."

Ten years after Suga last steps off a high-school court, Oikawa recollects a "Mr. Refreshing" in a post-game interview, and Suga is left scrambling.

(Cute one-shot, Oikawa still remember Mr. Refreshing from Karasuno)

4. all the small things by Authoress for lemedy

Sugawara Koushi.

Oikawa’s brain supplies the name of the person standing at the other end of the aisle before Oikawa can even register him, attuned to spitting out facts about other volleyball players on a second’s notice, even after all these years. Karasuno High vice-captain. 174 cm…no, more like 176 now. Skilled at raising morale and bringing an element of surprise to their strategy. Troublesome. Refreshing. Setter.

The enemy.

(Single Dad! Oikawa, cuuutee ugh)

5. Win Some by kingdra (aroceu) for Icie

Tooru does not have a problem, its name is certainly not Sugawara Koushi, and he is not going to the Karasuno practices just to watch him. Regardless of whatever Iwa-chan says.

(High school romane~)

6. Even as bright as you are? by BKAKCANON

That night when he goes to sleep, he includes "the safety of fairies" on his prayers, making a promise to whoever was listening him, that he'd protect all the fairies and keep their secret safe forever.

[Where Oikawa meets Suga when they are kids and Oikawa believes Suga is secretly a fairy and decides he has to protect his secret all costs.]

(This is basically matches my headcanon)

7. getting to know you by oisugasuga

Suga feels like he’s back on the court then, his heart thudding hard in his ears… so hard he almost misses what Oikawa says. Unfortunately, though, he doesn’t.

"My, my. What a surprise," Oikawa Tooru says. And then… "Hello, Mr. Refreshing."

(Haven’t finished yet but DAMN I LOVE OIKAWA AND SUGA IN HERE, single dad! oikawa, and Suga babysitting oikawa’s kid, def slow burn. Imma follow this fic till death)

8. Dear Reader by hyirule

No one seems to read the paper anymore. But Oikawa likes to for the sports section. One day he finds himself reading a section called "Dear Reader" and finds a submission he can relate to.

Basically messages sent through a page on a newspaper brings to unlikely souls together, who maybe have more in common than they first thought.

(Cannon compliant, simple and... refreshing(?))

9. rest by shicchaan

Tooru looks at the sleeping person beside him as he waits for the lights change into green. The growing fringe of his husband started to cover his eyes but he can still see the beautiful birthmark under the silver haired's left eye.

(Established relationship, fluff fluff!!!)

10. long is the road (that leads me home) by ichweissnichtauch

He thinks about himself, deleting contacts from his phone and throwing coffee cups away without even looking at the string of numbers scrawled in Sharpie ink underneath, and he’s tired of hiding, tired of carefully treading the lines he’d drawn for himself all those years ago.

Just this once, Tooru wants— he thinks he wants to be brave.

Oikawa Tooru is not a stranger to wanting.

(like... 20% Oisuga but i like the way this story follows the Cannon till he get to Argentina)

11. It's Always Been About You by mintycarrots

Every time Tooru had envisioned meeting his soulmate, it was a confession of love, filled with tears of happiness and a lot of making out. It would be a faceless petite girl that would support Tooru in whatever he chose to pursue and would understand when Tooru prioritized volleyball over all else.

It was never a boy on the rival team.

(Soulmate AU)

12. a play in three acts by venusintwelfth

"The first time Sugawara Koushi sees Oikawa Tooru play, he thinks that if he wasn’t so set on volleyball, he’d do well in theater."

the first seijoh x karasuno match through the eyes of suga.

(Kinda poetic i guess, well written af)

13. colors by dazeful

Sugawara Koushi's colorful life as an archer.

(this is like the perfect oisuga one shot ive ever read)

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IwaSuga (Iwaizumi x Sugawara)

1. And so the moon cried by iwriteinpenFandoms:

The hillocks are the domain of unearthly creatures. Creatures of rot and fog, of music and dance. Like ghosts in the night they travel without leaving footprints, they disappear in a flurry of long dresses and pale hair. Those who are fated to see them risk curses far worse than death. You may hear them, a giggle in the wind. You may smell them, the smell of the fog rolling in through the trees. You should pray you never see them. Iwaizumi Hajime is a simple man. He works a simple farm job and enjoys simple things. After one morning where he woke next to a perfect circle of death and only the memory of brown eyes and cold hands, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to the forest. Will the tales of his childhood play out with him at the center or will he have to disregard all reason?

(Danish Folklore AU)

2. Cry Just A Little by DreadfulMind

Suga was whistling a tune to himself as he opened the door to the bathroom, so he didn't hear the muffled crying through the door. But he could hear it clearly once he was inside. He heard the sharp sob of someone trying to stop.

"Iwaizumi?" He asked, "are you sure you're alright?"

(Simple but c u t e)

3. Generations by Karasuno Volleygays (ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor), mozaikmage

Professional sports blogger Sugawara Koushi writes an article about a volleyball match that bears special meaning to him and his former kouhai: a showdown between Kitagawa Daiichi and Yukigaoka Middle School, ten years after the teams faced off for the first time. He doesn't plan on capturing the attention of the world of sports journalism, and he certainly doesn't expect himself to end up having a thing for one of the coaches involved, one Iwaizumi Hajime.

(Time-Skip, I loved it)

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KuroTsuki (Kuroo x Tsukishima)

1. Invictus by Chiru

Kuroo T. » So let me get this straight (gay?) Kuroo T. » You want me to pretend to be your perfect and fabulous boyfriend, so that your little freckled friend will stop trying to set you up with cute little highschool girls? Tsukishima Kei » yes Kuroo T. » Aha. Tsukishima Kei » you'll do it? Kuroo T. » I don't know. I missed the part where I get something out of it. Tsukishima Kei » you get to annoy me. Unfortunately Kuroo T. » Tempting, Tsukki, very tempting indeed.

(Fake/Pretend Relationship, some fluff, some angst, i read this in the middle of the night and cried, fortunately happy ending)

2. hold onto hope if you got it by nekolyssi

"Now, in the beginning of their third year of high school, the obnoxious hollering and incessant spirit of his teammates became normalcy to Kei. And now, normalcy is this. Weekly psych meetings. Pharmacy waiting rooms. Prescriptions. Refusal of prescriptions. More prescriptions."

(Not finished yet but yep prolly gonna put this one to one of those best haikyuu fics ive ever read. I wasnt so interested at first but i really like the idea of mental ilness etc, this is g o o d!!)

3. [KuroTsuki Fest Week 2017] Traces by Heartythrills

Kuroo’s disappeared for a little over a week now, and suddenly a 4 year old who looks like him appears before Tsukishima’s apartment.

(Age regression, fluff)

4. I swear by xArtemisx

Like the shadow that's by your side I'll be there

"What are you doing here, Tetsu? It's cold." Kei asked softly. Tetsurou smiled. Hearing his name came out of Kei's lips is always music to his ears.

"Nothing. I just came to think that whatever memory we make, may it be happy or sad memories, the bright moon and the starry night sky is always there to be the witness. Did you notice?" The alpha answered and Kei nodded. He also noticed it.

"Yes, I did noticed it."

(I love agony and sad ending....)

5. Honeybee by ClosetGoblin

Tsukishima has trouble sleeping one night during a Third Gym Camping Trip. So, he takes his acoustic guitar and passes the time with some music, and gets a visitor. Maybe he doesn't mind Kuroo's voice as he does the screeching that Lev and Hinata call singing.

(Simple but sweet)

6. Say You Like Me by the_madame21

It's been three months. And Tsukishima Kei is going to see Kuroo Tetsurou.

(light angst and.. s m u t. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic)

7. trying to get to you by mytsukkishine

Everything came crashing down on Kuroo when Kei had left him alone with nothing but the moon shining down on him.

Wherein, Kuroo was struggling to move on and decided that he wouldn't mind being with Kei again.

(sad beginning? yes. sad ending? y e s. you’re a masochist? come get your juice)

8. Please Hold by ThemooncatFandoms

Kei was expecting Kuroo to do one of two things; Send a text to the office saying that they will have to call back another time and continue what they started, or excuse himself from Kei to answer the call, which was most likely. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Kuroo does neither of those things.

(short but hot. what’s hotter than quiet sex?)

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Ushijima x Oikawa

1. This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by Mysecretfanmoments, Pouler (poulerslashes)

Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He'd hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can't help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?

(It was funny for me reading oikawa/ushijima fic with that “you should’ve come to Shiratorizawa” joke at first but somehow i found this one... endearing :3, cute poor ushiwaka)

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Atsumu x Nishinoya

1. All the things I love about Yuu by KilluCoulomb

Atsumu Miya is fixated in Nishinoya. The way the boy acts, talks, plays. He Carefully observes from afar, but he slowly warms up to the Libero. Friendship becomes more and more intimate. Atsumu realizes Nishinoya is not that simple guy he met three years ago. And he loves it.

(pro volleyball players AU)

2. i'll see you then by noyabeans (snowdrops)

Nishinoya Yuu and Miya Atsumu build a rivalry and something more.

“Oh, it's Karasuno’s libero,” he says, mildly surprised to see Nishinoya’s face staring back at him from the brochure, grinning wide with his arms folded over his chest.

Contains spoilers for the current manga arc, up to chapter 380.

#oisuga #kurotsuki #oikawa x sugawara #kuroo x tsukishima #iwasuga #iwaizumi x sugawara #ushijima x oikawa #ushioi #atsunoya #haikyuu!!#fic recs

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