#emphasis on kindaichi

[thatonericeball]

BEACH DAY! 🏖🏄‍♂️

I’m doing this bc a. WHERE IS OUR HAIKYUU BEACH EP I’M RIOTING 😤😤 and b. the same as a tbh-

Aviators, slow-mo beach running, abs in the sun, finger-guns random people along the beach who are like who tf are you?? Desperate struggle to cover up the other struggle of trying to hold the surfboard and not absolutely taking some small child out (emphasis on the trying). Honestly it’s like they practiced for this they totally did.

Oikawa, Bokuto, Atsumu, Terushima, Mattsun, Makki

The one guy, sometimes older than the rest or mum/dad/wholesome friend. They always accidentally manage to steal all of the attention gained from from the guys trying too hard

Kita, Aran, Osamu, Suna, Asahi, Semi, Kai, Lev, Akaashi, Daichi, Iwaizumi

The guys trying too hard

Nishinoya, Tanaka, Yahaba, Yamamoto, Daishou

The guys trying their best

Aone, Koganegawa, Washio, Ennoshita, Narita, Kinnoshita, Kindaichi, Shirabu, Shibayama, Watari, Komori, Akagi, Gin, Ren

Will forever be volleyball oriented

Hinata, Kageyama

“Sun? People? W i l l i n g l y s o c i a l i s i n g ? Ha, you’re so funny, who do you think I am? Oh, you were being serious? Are you okay? I have food, pillows and no sunburns in here so I’ll pass”

Kenma, Sakusa

3 words. Hot. Girl. Summer.

Kuroo, Ushijima, Mattsun, Makki (yes they are meant to be here again)

Yacht mums with the champagne bottles in huge ice buckets beside the fresh seafood chef

Futakuchi, Sugawara, Konoha, Yaku, Kunimi, Oikawa (again)

Building sandcastles, running back with a small bucket of shells and water, watching crabs :)

Tendou, Fukunaga

Challenging the “water gods” to a mighty challenge

Goshiki, Kyotani, Inuoka, Jouzenji

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #hq x y/n #hq #hq hcs #inarizaki #nekoma #fukurodani #karasuno #beach episode #hq bokuto #miya atsumu #atsumu x y/n

[hiejindraws]

Key differences between Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu!! and Gekidan Haikyuu!! (+ Review)

Btw don’t ask me for scans of the pamphlet or bromides bc I didn’t buy them. The only merch I bought was a t-shirt and a towel ok BABY’S ON A BUDGET.

• No “hyper projection” and no rotating stage

• Less emphasis on music and dancing, more on acting

• The stage is level and not on an incline. This means the volleyball net could be on wheels and be rolled around on the stage (in fact, most of the set pieces were on wheels)

• No epic opening or closing sequences

• Very few (if any, I don’t remember) musical interludes—really, there was music only during the volleyball matches

• No Seijoh/Oikawa theme music 🥲 or Nekoma theme (for when they’re briefly mentioned in the announcement of the GW training camp)

• More characters! Seijoh actors doubled as Yukigaoka players/all FOUR members of the Karasuno Neighborhood Association, not just Shimada and Takinoue!

• They really fleshed out the Yukigaoka vs. Kitaichi game! Like, Hinata had actual teammates, it wasn’t just him and Kagz 1 v 1 on the court like it was in the first Haisute (although, I guess it wasn’t technically 1 v 1 then either bc Kindaichi and Kunimi were also there)

• They included even more scenes from the series and stayed even truer to the source material. I think leaving out the music and intense dance breaks opened up a lot of room for this

Some callbacks to Engeki:

• Hinata hums the tune to a musical motif from Engeki but I cannot for the life of me remember which one it was even though I JUST saw it today. If I had to guess (bc the scene involved Hinata imitating Kagz), it was Kageyama’s theme from the first Haisute when he whips off his cape and crown.

• Ennoshita (AND Kinoshita AND NARITA!!) do the “SE〜NO” synchronized clap with the audience (and it made me so so SOOOO happy!!)

Review:

Overall, this production seemed less “dramatic” in the sense that the entire performance (the acting, music, and choreo/blocking) felt very subdued compared to its predecessor. There was certainly a different energy in the theater this time around. My blood didn’t get pumping the same way it did when I saw Start of the Giant and The Tokyo Battle in-person. I believe this artistic direction was intentional. I’m just not sure it’s sustainable.

What I always appreciated the most about Engeki was that the stage performances perfectly matched the high levels of energy the anime possessed. In fact, I would argue it brought even MORE energy than the anime did or ever could in large part due to Wada Shunsuke’s memorable musical compositions and HIDALI’s ingenious choreo.

Music and dance have always been core elements of the OG Haisute to the point that each show had it’s own unique opening/closing sequence, each team had it’s own musical and dance motif, and certain reoccurring events had their own identifiable themes (e.g. the starting lineup before any given match). The true magic of Engeki lied in the music and dancing. Obviously, the cast brought their own magic by always giving 150% to their performances, but they were also matching the energy the music brought THROUGH their dancing/acrobatics. It’s all intricately woven together.

OH, not to mention the original production’s partial namesake: the projections! There was always a level of suspended reality when watching Engeki because the light projections literally helped to merge the manga with the stage. They transformed the stage and backdrop into anything and everything the story needed—manga panels, speech bubbles, a sunset, a volleyball net. They also synced with, you guessed it, the MUSIC to give an absolutely outstanding audio-visual experience.

It really hit me hard when I entered the theater to see that it really was… just a regular stage.

That’s why I question if this production (and any future ones they may have planned) is sustainable. Not in the financial sense… but just in the way of retaining interest. It didn’t get me hooked the same way Engeki did, so I don’t think I’m able to give it the same level of enthusiasm. I’m hard-pressed to believe others feel the same way. Don’t get me wrong—I enjoyed it. It wasn’t bad. It didn’t take anything away from the series… I’m just not sure it added anything to it, either. Sure, there was music and dancing, but it just paled in comparison to what we were gifted by Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu. Makes me wonder why they would take so many steps back with this production.

All that being said… I’m glad I went. I truly did enjoy myself and the cast put their all into these characters. And if nothing else, I’m glad to have gone in support of Suga Kenta (OG Hinata) in his Haisute directorial debut.

#haikyuu!! #hyper projection engeki haikyuu #engeki haikyuu #gekidan haikyuu #engeki haikyuu!! #gekidan haikyuu!! #haisute #haikyuu!! stageplay #hq!! #hyper projection engeki haikyuu!! #haikyuu

[senyuuno]

WHEN YOU DON'T SAVE THEIR NUMBERS UNDER A COUPLE-LY NAME

Featuring: Oikawa, Tsukishima, Atsumu, Shirabu

Oikawa Touru (Casual talk with his team after the event)

He would be really whiny about it.

"Oye, Oikawa. You're playing shitty today, huh?" Iwaizumi teased during their breaks. Of course, he'd know since he witnessed the scene a little while ago.

"But Iwa-chan-" "Well if it would affect our play with Karasuno tomorrow, I would just spike this ball off your head," Iwa said as he holds the ball tighter on his hand glaring at Oikawa. "Iwa-chan, that would be terrible!"

"What happened, Iwaizumi-san?" Kindaichi asked as he wipes his sweat on his forehead with the towel.

Mattsun faked a cough as he answered in the place of Iwa-"Apparently, Y/N saved Oikawa's number just under his name," then laughed. Oikawa pouted.

"Wow. So even Y/N-san could be harsh also." Kunimi remarked. Hanamaki nodded while saying-"Doesn't it serves you right?" "Shut up! I'm about to cry here!"

Iwa raises his brow-"So? What did you name Y/N under your contact?"

With a teary-eyed look, Oikawa answered-"Cutiepie with heart emojis."

Tsukishima Kei

You were texting him when he was suddenly at your back and your chatbox greeted him.

"He's not answering," you whispered as you slurp on the juice you brought earlier before agreeing on waiting for him so the both of you could go home together.

"Tsukishima-kun?" He reads his own name on your screen. You flinched due to the shock but smiled afterward-"Hi."

His forehead formed creased-"Am I your classmate?" He asked, one hand in his pocket.

"Hm? Aren't you?" You confusedly asked. What does he mean?

His brows shot up-"You really are gonna make me say it?" "What is?" He sighed in irritation-"You save all your classmates' contact information with their names and I'm one of them?" It was more like an emphasis rather than a question.

"I mean Tsukishima is your (last) name so I saved it like that," you answered in the most obvious way.

"That's one thing but I'm your boyfriend." That was unexpected. Before he could take back what he said, his ears were starting to get red.

"I-I thought you'd hate it." You looked down due to the embarrassment. And when Tsukishima gained his composure, he flicks your forehead which made you look up to him.

"I'll change it!" With a still red face, you fiddle with your phone as you change his name into Kei. When you showed it to him, he tries to fight back a smile and hides it with almost an intimidated tone asking-"My given name? Really?"

"What? Doesn't it make you feel special?" Giving him your sweet smile again. "Tsk. Do whatever you want."

Miya Atsumu

"Why would he even touch what's not his? Tch!" Atsumu has been annoyed when you meet him up in front of your classroom after their class.

"You've been saying that but you're touching his things too, right?" You pointed out.

Stopping at the vending machine to get drinks for the both of you, you quickly decided to get a cold lemon juice to cool Atsumu's head down. Pressing the key, you heard him clicking his tongue.

"It's my phone!" "Why? Are you hiding something from him?" You gave him a look before bending down to reach for the drinks.

"'M not!" "Then why are you mad?" "Cause he teased me about the nickname I saved for you!" "Nickname?" You asked as you gave him the drink. Instead of taking it from you, he looks for his phone in his bag and fiddled with it before showing the screen to you.

Love. "Oh." It's what you could only react. "Nothing's wrong with savin' ya with'is." He whispered more than to himself.

You chuckled. He looks at you. You smiled, reaching for your phone in the pocket of your bag.

"Then I'll change yours under that name too." After changing it, you showed it to him.

"Y/N! I can't believe you just changed it!" "What the heck? S'it why Samu's teasing me cause ya only saved it under m'name?"

You paused before answering-"Ooops?"

"After all these months..you...you... seriously?!"

Shirabu Kenjiro

"We've been dating for five months."

"Y-Yeah?" You nervously fiddled with your phone. He stopped on his track as you followed his posture, the only difference is that you're looking down.

"Y/N, look at me." With his voice uttering a threat you repeatedly shook your head. "What? Why?" He asked, containing his annoyance. "Cause you're mad!" "I am not." He tried his best to be composed.

As you looked up to him, you made sure to pout as it is his weak spot for you-"Really?" You asked. Shirabu massaged his temple as he gives up. It was moments ago that you left your phone inside the classroom and Shirabu said he'll get it. He calls your number so he could find it faster and froze when he saw his contact name. After a few seconds of pausing, he ended the call and called your phone again to make sure it's his. Fast forward, he dashed onto you as he gave you the phone, and he started asking why was it saved 'Shirabu-kun'.

"It's just that I can't find the right nickname to save your number," you reason out. "And you saved me with-" you cut his sentence. "Look, Ken, I'll change it okay?" You gave him a reassuring smile as he gave you a puzzled look.

"Oh! How about I'll save it as 'Ken'? Pretty cute right?" "Ken, what do you think?" "Hey~"

"Geez, Y/N, just do whatever you want," Shirabu muttered as he hides his blushing face with the back of his palm.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #atsumu x reader #shirabu x reader #oikawa x reader #tsukishima x reader #senyuuno

[bbysamu]

#Haikyuu boy when he suspects his teammate has a crush on you

featuring:: OIKAWA Toru, KUROO Tetsuo, AZUMANE Asahi, SUNA Rintaro 

genre:: slice of life / fluff 

warning:: none! 

a/n: hehehe jealous Haikyuu boys are kind of cute 

❥ OIKAWA Toru

Oikawa is seething as he watches Kindaichi blush while listening to you describe some weird animal you saw on discovery channel. Oikawa always thought he’d feel a sense of pride if he catches his teammate crushing on you. Yet, watching the slow smile spread on his kouhai’s face and the obvious deep tint in his cheeks as you pat his shoulder for emphasis, Oikawa is angry. And when Oikawa is angry, Oikawa is petty. You jump slightly when you feel the pretty setter’s arms snake around your waist. “Toru! You scared me! sneaking up like that...” Oikawa smiles down at you, “I just wanted to see what MY GIRLFRIEND and my kouhai were laughing about”. “oh I was just telling Kindaichi about this fish I saw on the TV last night. It could glow in the dark! and Kindaichi was just telling me about how he loves glow-in-the-dark fishes.” Oikawa turns to Kindaichi, who seems to shrink under the glower of his captain, “oh does he now? Does Kindaichi like the fishes MY GIRLFRIEND saw on the tv last night?” Kindaichi nods slightly, “yeah, I've always been pretty fascinated with fishes”. Oikawa smiles, “that’s cool! You know what else was very cool? When MY GIRLFRIEND and I went on a DATE to the aquarium. It was super fun. MY GIRLFRIEND and I saw so many different kind of fishes. MY GIRLFRIEND even bought us matching BOYFRIEND and GIRLFRIEND fish rings. She got the clown fish one and I'm the anemone. MY GIRLFRIEND AND I can’t be separated. MY GIRL--”. Oikawa was interrupted by Iwaizumi. “SHUT UP OIKAWA! We get that Y/N your girlfriend! Just shut up already”. Oikawa turns to Kindaichi, “do you get that Kindaichi?” Kindaichi nods quickly before running away. “Toru...” You sigh, “why are you so petty? We were just talking”. Toru laughs before pulling you close, “sorry babe. I just get so jealous when MY GIRLFRIEND talks to my teammate who has a crush on her”.

❥ KUROO Tetsuro 

He glares across the room at Lev, who’s little crush on you was starting to get on his nerves. Lev was anything but subtle. It was the annoying way he butted in when the two of you are walking home, offering to carry your backpack, as if Kuroo hadn’t already offered the moment he saw you. It was the annoying way he yells “Y/n-senpai!” when you visit them at practice and runs up to you like a little puppy, when Kuroo should’ve been the one to greet you first. Kuroo knows Lev was no threat to your relationship and as captain, he really should just let it go. So why is he picking on the tall middle blocker and making him run extra dive practices? “Kuroo, can I take a break now?” Lev asks, out of breath from diving onto the floor for twenty minutes. Kuroo was about to say “no”, when Yaku steps in, “yeah take a break Lev”. Kuroo glares down at the Libero as Yaku glares up. “Get a grip on yourself Kuroo. You’re gonna kill the kid”. “Maybe he should’ve thought of that before he’s goes around flirting with MY girlfriend”. Yaku laughs, “so this is what its about? Man, you’re petty. Just talk to him”. Your pretty laughter interrupted his conversation as he looks to his left and sees Lev cracking some jokes with you. Kuroo turns back to Yaku, “don’t worry, I'll talk to him after practice. But only after another twenty minutes of diving practice”. “Kuroo....” Yaku warns. “what? I’m not being petty. You know he needs it”. 

❥ AZUMANE Asahi 

Asahi is a calm and kind man. He hates confrontation of any kind, which is why he’s sweating profusely as he watches Sugawara chatting and laughing with you. Asahi knows Sugawara would never try to ruin your relationship, but he also sees the way the pretty setter’s eyes lingers on you for just a tad bit too long. He walks over and awkwardly inserts himself into the conversation, purposely putting distance between you and Sugawara “hahaha, what are we laughing about guys?” You look at him and smiled, “just about the new Jujutsu Kaisen episode. Babe, you watched it right?” “no, I didn’t yet”. “no worries, I can re-watch it with you!”. Pretty soon, you and Suga resume your conversation. Asahi was not about to confront his friend for taking up his time with you, but he wasn’t about to let this conversation go on any further. He checks his invisible watch, “oh no Y/n! It’s getting so late, we gotta go! Bye Suga!” He pulls you away before you have to time react. Asahi glances back slightly to see if the setter was watching the two of you and he was. Asahi hates himself for being so petty, but he couldn’t help himself as he tightens his hand around your waist and pulls you into a kiss. “woah, babe, what was that for?” “nothing, I just love you, you know that right?” You smile, “yes, but prove it to me again?” He doesn't even hesitate as he leans down again. 

❥ SUNA Rintaro

Suna definitely considers himself an observant person, which is why Atsumu’s little crush on you was immediately discovered by him. It wasn't that Suna was angry. Atsumu is his friend and honestly, who can blame him for having a crush on you when you’re....you. Suna wasn’t angry, he was just annoyed. He was annoyed to see the faintest hint of blush on Atsumu’s ears whenever he talks to you or the goofy smile the faux blonde is unable to wipe off when you smile at him. Suna is sure he’d explode if he sees Atsumu shyly glancing at you one more time, whenever he thinks people aren’t looking. Which brings us to the situation at hand. Atsumu walks into the empty locker room, “Yo Suna, you said you wanted to talk?” “Atsumu, do you like Y/N?” Atsumu couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to his cheeks as he sputters, “what? no! of course not!” Suna smiles, “you don’t have to lie, I'm not mad”. Atsumu knows he can’t hide this from the observant middle blocker. “I’m sorry man. It’ll go away soon I promise.”  Suna puts his hand on his shoulder, “yeah I know. Thanks for being honest. Maybe it’ll help to distance yourself from her these days.” It was both a kind suggestion and a thinly-veiled threat at the same time. Atsumu nods. Suna pats his friend’s shoulder before meeting you outside the gym. “Why are you smiling like this, Rin?” He glances down at you gently and lovingly, “nothing, just happy to get something off my chest”.

stay fetch, xoxo

#ceci.writes #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #hq headcanons #oikawa x reader #Asahi x reader #kuroo x you #suna x reader #hq x reader

[toorusbaby]

second choice, pt. 3

summary: being in love with hajime iwaizumi is like riding a rollercoaster of emotions. it’s thrilling as it is exciting, but you feel a little lightheaded... because he doesn’t know how you feel. the worst part? he thinks you’re in love with his best friend.

warnings: just pure fluff, oikawa cockblocks, slow burn, slight angst if you squint real hard

word count: 2,406

part four here

“Behold,” you walked ahead of Iwaizumi before turning to face the boy, excitedly throwing your hands in the air in a cheesy manner. “The Osaki Food Festival!” You stood beneath the festival’s welcome banner, the aroma of the different kinds of food making your stomach growl in anticipation. The sound was relatively quiet, but Hajime had taken notice and chuckled when you placed a hand over your stomach with a nervous chuckle. 

“You know, I really hope you didn’t eat breakfast yet, Y/N.” 

“What? Why?”

Your eyebrow raised in confusion but Iwaizumi swiftly pulled out his wallet and flashed a toothy grin at you that made your heart do somersaults. 

“Because you and I are eating everything this place has to offer. Or that we can afford, at least.” 

What a dork, you thought. You smirked and pulled out your own wallet, bumping it against Iwaizumi’s. “Only if we get takoyaki first.” 

༺♥༻

It was safe to say that the food festival was crowded despite the chilly weather. Hours felt like minutes to you and Iwaizumi, especially since the boy was keen on keeping his promise of trying all of the different foods with you. Before you knew it, it was already five o’clock in the early evening. In the midst of trying foods, both tasty and savory, time had flown by in a flash. You and Iwaizumi were having the time of your lives stuffing your faces while enjoying good conversation.  

You were feeling bright and cheerful, the evident result of having a satisfied stomach. It was also notable to mention that strolling around with Iwaizumi, your crush, for hours was a contributing factor to the permanent smile on your face. Initially, you were worried that your nerves would ruin the day and drive the wing spiker away from you. However, you were proven wrong almost immediately when you realized that laughter and smiles came naturally from the both of you. 

Unbeknownst to you, Iwaizumi felt the same way. Seeing you reveal a side to him that you didn’t often display excited the ace. He couldn’t ask for more, especially since it was just the two of you.  

You glanced up at Iwaizumi, who was now eagerly nibbling on his karaage in between words, his nose a bit red from the cold. His other hand was busy holding a small bag filled with different desserts that he bought for his mother back home. 

‘If I bring something back for her, she won’t complain about me being gone all day,’ Iwaizumi had slyly smirked at you when he made the purchase earlier that afternoon. You found the action extremely endearing; it was obvious from the way you smiled up at the spiker who didn’t fail to notice. For a second, Iwaizumi thought your gaze was a look of adoration, but he figured he was delusional for thinking so. In his mind, there was simply no way that you’d ever think of him romantically.

Currently, the two of you were strolling past the very last of the festival’s aisles. You were chewing on your last piece of dango, snickering as you listened to the green eyed boy complain about Kindaichi’s choice of body spray. 

“I mean, I get wanting to smell good after practice. But who even uses Axe anymore? It smells like ass and the last time I checked, he isn’t a student at Kitagawa anymore,” Iwaizumi chuckled and finished the last of his karaage. 

Before you could defend Kindaichi’s honor (as best as you could, really; who uses Axe?), a small ice cream vendor at the very corner had caught your eye, halting your footsteps. Despite your cold cheeks, nearly numb fingers, and the icy breeze, the idea of strawberry ice cream was enticing. 

Iwaizumi on the other hand, proceeded to walk without noticing you pause, continuing with his story. 

“Kyotani nearly strangled Kindaichi to death for overspraying a few weeks ago. Honestly, I don’t think Oikawa could’ve convinced me to stop him though— Y/N?”

The ace paused and turned back to face you, but your eyes were focused on the vendor instead. Quickly connecting the dots, Iwaizumi exhaled and grinned, placing a hand behind his neck to stare at you. 

“Y/N, it’s freezing... ice cream in this weather?” 

“Well, it’s not exactly snowing, Haji...”

“But I don’t want you getting sick, dummy. When it’s warmer, we can get some.”

“But... fine.” Placing emphasis on your ‘fine’, you pouted and trudged over to the spiky haired boy who was waiting up ahead for you. Truthfully, you were just exaggerating. You were fine without the ice cream; you didn’t want Iwaizumi to worry about you getting sick. Even though the thought of him worrying about your health made you feel giddy inside, you forced yourself to remember that it was a moral thing for someone to fuss over. 

“You sound just like a little kid.”

“Shut up, Iwa-chan.”

The sight of your pouty rosy lips and flushed cheeks as you continued to walk beside him was burned into Iwaizumi’s memory. He watched as you used your sleeves as sweater paws to warm your bare hands, in awe when your usual grin returned to your face when you gazed at the colorful lanterns and streamers on other vendors. The image was burned into his memory and would probably remain there for the rest of his life, seeing as Iwaizumi’s cheeks burned brightly at how adorable you were acting. 

She’s not even trying, he pursed his lips and exhaled through his nose. Even though you were now smiling, Iwaizumi felt uneasy and guilty being the reason why you were pouting in the first place. 

“Iwa,” Without thinking, you gently tugged the material of his sweater to grab his attention, the action startling the boy. “There’s actually another place I want to visit if that’s okay. It’s a short walk, not too far from here. Think we can go?” 

Iwaizumi quickly glanced at the spot your fingers had touched before clearing his throat. “Yeah, of course. I’m down.” he nodded. The sight of the ice cream vendor that was now behind you caught Iwaizumi’s eye. He knew what he had to do next. Even though he was afraid you’d catch a cold, making you smile was the volleyball player’s top priority. 

It’s like spoiling a child, he bit the inside of his cheek to refrain from chuckling.

“Y/N, we should probably use the restroom before we head out. I’ll meet you back here?” 

“Oh, that’s a good idea. See you in a bit then.”

As soon as Iwaizumi saw you make your way to the women’s restroom, he made a beeline to the ice cream vendor that had customers, much to his surprise. The green eyed boy knew your favorite flavor was strawberry, making sure to order a vanilla cone for himself as well. He knew you’d feel guilty about eating ice cream he bought for you all alone. Plus, Iwaizumi figured he could self-indulge just for today, even more than he had already. He wasn’t the type to ever say no to festival food.

When you finished your business, you made your way back to the spot Iwaizumi had told you to meet him, only to find it empty. 

There’s probably a line or something, you figured.

Your assumption was shot down the moment your eyes landed on the tall figure walking towards you. It was as if you were experiencing tunnel vision, the way the handsome boy stood out among the busy crowd. In both hands, a grinning Hajime Iwaizumi was holding a vanilla cone along with a strawberry one you knew was just for you; the large size of the treats made your eyes sparkle. His bag of desserts for his mother dangled on his forearm and you swore that it was the cutest thing you had ever witnessed. 

“Haji, are you for real? You didn’t have to!” A bright smile crept its way onto your face and you made your way to meet him halfway. 

The boy shrugged his shoulders and gave a teasing smirk. “Damn, that sucks. I guess I’ll just give this to someone else then.” Iwaizumi chuckled when you rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. “You’re so annoying… but thank you, dummy.” You grinned. Your fingers barely brushed against one another when he handed you your large cone but it was enough to make your heart race.

Before either of you could have a taste, you gently bumped your strawberry ice cream against Iwaizumi’s vanilla cone, a “boop” leaving your lips. Iwaizumi blinked in confusion and quickly glanced at the part of his cone that had strawberry mixed with the vanilla. He looked at you. “What was that for?” he questioned before licking the combined area. 

Despite the increasingly cold weather, you felt as if your veins caught fire. 

“They kissed, silly,” you responded, choosing to avoid eye contact. 

I cannot believe I just said that. What the fuck. 

With flushed cheeks, you tasted your ice cream to calm your nerves. “Come on, I’ll lead the way to the next spot. I think you’ll like it.” 

Your previous words rendered Iwaizumi speechless. They kissed? Our ice cream cones kissed? Iwaizumi could feel his ears burning up; he was certain that his face was beet red at your simple words. Being too deep in his thoughts, the volleyball player didn’t notice you walk ahead of him, exiting the festival. It wasn’t like the spiker to get so flustered over something like two ice cream cones ‘kissing’, but Iwaizumi couldn’t help the blush that crept up his neck and to the rest of his face. 

Note to self: get ice cream for Y/N again next time. 

The boy smiled to himself but your voice calling out to him to hurry up broke him out of his trance. 

༺♥༻

“Iwa, you have to bend your knees!” You laughed, your arm trembling from being held midair too long. You and Iwaizumi found yourselves snickering beside a fountain at the park you ended up taking him to, the two of you attempting to stop your laughter in order to smile for a selfie to send to Oikawa. It was your idea, of course. It was Iwaizumi who couldn’t say no to you. 

With half finished ice cream cones in both of your hands, the ace chuckled at the sight of the two of you on your phone screen. It had taken a minute for you guys to find a proper angle, one where you could snap a picture that didn’t cut Iwaizumi’s head off due to his taller height. However, the spiky haired boy stood behind you to your left, flashing a toothy grin as he held up his half-eaten ice cream cone. 

Due to his bending, you could feel Iwaizumi’s body warmth radiating onto you, his head hovering above yours. You definitely weren’t going to complain. Melting ice cream cones in both hands, you smiled brightly before taking the picture, sending the photo alone to Oikawa. 

“And... sent!” you exclaimed, putting your phone into your purse. “Oikawa is gonna be so jealous,” you grinned. Iwaizumi glanced at you while licking his dripping cone and handed you a napkin in the process. 

“Oh… Do you want him to be jealous?” The ace questioned. It was hard to keep the bitterness out of his tone, but Iwaizumi managed to succeed.

 Your eyes widened in realization at your own words and you shook your head. “No, not at all. It’s not like that. I just meant of us getting ice cream without him, of course,” you awkwardly chuckled after your explanation. You could see Iwaizumi’s shoulders relax and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Nice job, Y/N, you’re an idiot, you grumbled inside your head. If you could slap yourself, you most definitely would.  

Thankfully, Iwaizumi didn’t seem to notice your nervousness. However, he seemed to be in his own thoughts. 

The park you had taken Iwaizumi to was more of an area for biking, jogging, or walking, perfect for picnics. It was fairly large, small hills scattered throughout the grassy area. Although the nearly vacant park was beautiful, your favorite area was a bit further in the center. As the two of you continued to follow the paved pathway, with you leading him, Iwaizumi was the first to break the comfortable silence after finishing the last of his cone. 

“Speaking of Oikawa,” he started, gaze fixated on the ground. “Why didn’t you invite him instead?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you stared up at the boy beside you. A small pang of embarrassment flared through your chest. You took a second to think about the spiker’s question. Did Iwaizumi not want to go with you in the first place? You could’ve swore he was having a good time... or at least you thought so. Taking one last bite of your cone, you opened your mouth to reply. 

However, you never got the chance to since a flustered Iwaizumi immediately intervened. “Oh shit, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry, I worded that weirdly,” he panicked, his hand gently clasping your shoulder to have you face him. “I’m actually really glad you invited only me today, so please don’t misunderstand,” Iwaizumi’s footsteps came to a halt, his eyes trailing to your shoulder where his hand rested. 

“Sorry about that.” He mumbled, instantly moving his hand off of you. Iwaizumi absolutely feared the idea of ever insulting you; he’d never forgive himself if he upset you. It probably didn’t help that he placed a hand on you without permission, but you didn’t mind at all.

Waves of relief washed over you once you heard Iwaizumi’s short explanation. Thank god. With a reassuring smile, you waved your hand in a dismissive gesture. 

“Oh, that’s okay Iwa. Don’t worry about it, I get what you mean.” Rubbing your bare hands together to create heat, the two of you continued to walk with you leading the way. “And seriously, you don’t have to apologize for touching me. I won’t break or anything, I promise.” You smiled at him. 

Iwaizumi’s question however, still lingered in your mind. It was an innocent question and there was no harm in answering truthfully. You figured this was a good opportunity to drop subtle hints about your feelings towards the ace before confessing entirely, whenever you felt the time was right. 

“But to answer your question,” Iwaizumi’s eyes flashed to meet yours. You kept your eyes on the path ahead of you and brought your clasped hands to your lips to blow heat into them. 

“I really just wanted to spend time with you.”

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #iwaizumi #haijime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x y/n #aoba johsai #seijoh #friends to lovers #slow burn

[thefangirlingka-chan]

Chapter 382 Status

**SPOILERS**

With the newest chapter out let’s see where we stand with the characters we have yet to see.

First, and most importantly, Akiteru and Saeko (it doesn’t state it but I still 100% believe they’re married).

Secondly, we got Coach Washijo’s wife who we didn’t ask for but she seems precious nonetheless (they also have very similar haircuts)

Kindaichi and Kunimi have also reappeared making this their second appearance after the time skip. Which now has made me re-add Oikawa to the list and emphasize that I NEED TO KNOW WHERE IWAIZUMI IS!!

We also got hyper-flexible wrist content that I, for one, did not ask for. 

The star of the chapter had to be this Akaashi face. (Honestly look at him. The fluffy hair. The glasses! THE SMILE!! I love him.)

So let’s update our list shall we:

Kuroo

Iwaizumi (If he isn’t playing volleyball I will riot)

Tendo

Nishinoya (IS HE OKAY!!)

Akiteru & Saeko

Lev

Yahaba (More emphasis on him since we’ve seen Kindaichi and Kunimi twice now)

Our Date Tech boys

Old Man Ukai (I’m starting to get worried)

Terushima

New Additions:

Oikawa (he just keeps coming back baby)

Yaku (I forgot about my other libero angel. Forgive me!!)

Kita-san (He wasn’t even in the flashback of the twins!!))

This manga is gonna kill me I swear

#haikyuu!! #welcometomytedtalk #spoilers #bringthehaikyuboyshome #part 3 #ahhhhhhhh #thisisallithinkabout #seriouslyhowmuchtimedowehaveleft #thismangaiskillingmeslowly

[pointy-hat-witch]

Title: Are you going up or down? Series: Leap of Faith Show: Haikyuu!! Pairing: Daichi/Sugawara Summary: Office AU in which Daichi and Suga after getting stuck in an elevator late after work become friends and other shenanigans  :D A/N: the first part made me fall in love with the setting and I had to follow up on that! Hope you enjoy it!

You can read Chapter 2 on AO3 if you want to! :)

For a second Suga was frozen in place, taken aback. But he soon recovered.

"Kunimi-san, good evening. Of course, I have some time for you to spare." Suga leaned back and looked around briefly. The lights in Oikawa's office were still on and only one other person was still there. "But", he continued with slight confusion, "didn't Sawamura-san already gave you my answer?"

He heard Kunimi sigh deeply on the other line. "Regarding that ... incident, I would like to offer my apology."

"Excuse me?" Suga blinked a few times, even more confused.

"Our junior spoke way out of place and doesn't have any authorities to make these calls. He", Kunimi hesitated, "just wanted to do what he thought was best for the company."

"And I'm the best for you?" Suga chuckled. This was taking a turn he didn't expect.

"In some ways, yes."

"Well, thank you very much." Suga smiled. "What is there to discuss then?"

"Though Kindaichi spoke out of turn, the offer still remains. We want you to work with us." Kunimi said firmly but Suga heard the kindness in his words and not someone who would go to unreasonable measures to hire someone.

"Kunimi-san", Suga took a pen in his hand and drew aimlessly on a piece of paper, "Thank you very much for the offer, but I still have to decline. I'm very happy where I am." And Suga could say that without a hint of lying. He had worked here for about 4 years now and over the time he built friendships, earned his place and loved the work he was doing, despite some clients of hell.

"That is understandable." Kunimi agreed. "Still, we would like you to reconsider. Regardless of this offer, we would like more of your designs joined with our work."

Suga swallowed. "I am happy for every project I could work with you as being part of j-marketing."

The last person finally got up and grabbed their stuff, throwing Suga a glance and a wave goodbye. Suga nodded at him and looked enviously after him as he practically bolted out of the office.

"While I am more than happy to provide you with more projects from our side", Kunimi brought Suga back on track, "I would rather you work on these projects in mind that you could do this work with us always. For us. Of course", Suga could almost hear the confident smile, "we would pay you more than you are currently earning. As well as other benefits of our company. I think we could work out some great benefits if you’d decide to join us."

Suga huffed. "Again, thank you very much. I still won't change my answer." His piece of paper was now a picture of strange shapes, filled with ink. Suga tore it from its stack and threw it away. Hopefully, his pen wouldn’t be out of ink soon.

After a short pause, Kunimi relented. "I see that I can't convince you now. Then I want to formally invite you." He cleared his throat. "So, when we have the next project coming around for you, please stop by at our company so we can discuss the details further, only for the projects of course, and you can see for yourself how we work, the environment and so on."

Clenching his jaw, Suga remembered Daichi telling them that they had to have a good working relationship. A-J. might be small, but they were regarded with awe. They always worked on point, never had any negative publicity and worked for numerous prestigious clients. There were only a few instances that some enormous projects were overtaken by another marketing firm.

Suga could see the appeal working for them. They had always outstanding marketing strategies, worked earnestly and their own designs are always pleasant to look at. From a designer's eye speaking, A-J.'s designs looked always very well thought out. But, Suga often found himself thinking, there was something missing. However, the point was, no one should turn them down because of personal issues. It would only look bad and Suga would never do something to harm his workplace.

"I gladly accept your invitation, Kunimi-san." Suga started to power down his PC and packing his things. "So, if you have another project, I can help you with, please don't hesitate to contact me."

"I won't." Kunimi promptly replied. "Thank you for your time, Sugawara-san. Thank you for your hard work and good evening."

"Thank you, you as well." Suga hung up as fast as he could, not wanting to drag this out. It was already draining enough. With a sigh he leaned back, rubbing his face until it hurt. Suga wasn’t used to this kind of attention. He was just a simple person, doing his job and what he love doing it and the occasional validation and compliment was enough for him. Not this.

And there was the attention he craved. From people he liked and he wanted to like him back. Most of the time, they didn’t but he could live with it. But not with Daichi. It wasn’t even a week since they met and Suga felt already like a wreck. He knew what a crush felt like and this was a hell of a crush. Nevertheless, he didn’t know what to think about it. Did he want this to be just a silly crush on his boss or did he want to pursue it more?

Suga stopped rubbing his now hurting cheeks. They were warm from his hands as well as the thoughts that unintentionally came with thinking about Daichi.

With a glance, Suga saw, that the light was still shining under Oikawa’s door and after a moment of hesitation, he got up to walk over. He knocked on the door once and without waiting for an answer, he opened the door and peaked his head inside.

“Oikawa, you got a minute?”

Oikawa looked up from his papers, glasses pushed to the tip of his nose which he scrunched up a little. Suga using informal language with him was always an indicator that he needed someone to talk to, which Oikawa knew all too well by now. He threw one last glance at his papers and leaned back with a huff.

“Sure. If you don’t mind me working while you talk.” He mumbled and took off his glasses. “What’s up?”

Relieved, Suga went inside nodding and closed the door behind him. It always felt better to talk in a confined space he realized for himself. He took the same chair he did this morning and stayed silent for a moment. Oikawa looked him up and down and by the seconds, his face scrunched up.

“You know, Suga-chan”, Oikawa put on a fake smile that only appeared if he was getting impatient. He pushed his glasses back on his nose, leaning over his workspace, scanning the papers. “The thing about talking is to actually talk.” Suga could practically feel Oikawa’s exasperation. Good start, yeah. He made a mental note to take off some of Oikawa’s work soon. It was apparent that Oikawa was overworking himself, again.

“Yes, yes.” Suga sighed. “A-J. just called.”

Oikawa opted to stay silent but cocked one of his eyebrows. Suga rolled his neck and leaned forward, bracing himself on his knees with his elbows. This wasn’t what he was actually wanted to talk about but he needed to work up some courage, so this was his warming up.

“I wasn’t expecting them to call this early on.” He huffed slightly amused. “They offered me a raise.” Suga heard Oikawa’s annoyed sigh but focused on the desk before him. “They want me to come over to them the next time there is a project for them.” Suga felt like he was just forcing out these facts and he felt Oikawa’s eyes on himself. They both knew Suga was just stalling.

“And?” Oikawa demeanor spoke volumes. He wasn’t about to waste time talking about unnecessary trivia. Suga shook his head and shrugged, helplessly.

“I don’t know. I felt like … informing you?” He leaned back, again rubbing his face. Should he tell Daichi about it as well? Was it necessary info for him? Would he tell him what he should do and what not?

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about something else?” Oikawa pursed his lips, done with Suga’s stalling. Feeling caught, his ears and cheeks started to warm up. If he didn’t speak up now, Oikawa would be sure to kick him out of his office.

“W-what do you mean?” Suga cleared his throat, hoping Oikawa didn’t hear his stutter. Well, he knew Oikawa would but Suga could still dream.

Oikawa rolled his eyes, adjusting his glasses, and started sorting through his paper. “I don’t know, or rather you don’t want to talk about something but someone?” The emphasis on the last word, Oikawa grumbled.

Suga let out a loud groan which earned him a chuckle. He dropped his hands in defeat and with a small pout, crossing his arms. “And if I want to?”

Oikawa waved at him. “Then, by all means, go on. This was why you’re here, anyway. I just gonna do my thing.”

“You are too generous.”

“Aren’t I always?"

Suga huffed. He observed Oikawa for a few seconds who didn’t seem to pay Suga any attention anymore.

“Last week”, Suga began slowly, seeing no indication from Oikawa that he was listening, “I got stuck in an elevator after work. With Daichi.” Suga averted his eyes but he felt Oikawa’s intense stare on him. “We kinda talked, I mean, what else should we do? And we kinda … I don’t know. We talked about different stuff. I may have ratted you out a little bit.”

“You what?!” Oikawa gasped but Suga ignored him and carried on. “And … I don’t know how to explain this. We had a moment? Or two? Like, as if something was between us?” Suga bit his lips and remembered the evening all too well. “And I kind of thought maybe there could be something? You know, between us after that. But then we didn’t talk for the rest of the week, like, yeah, we probably wouldn’t have seen each other for who knows long if it weren’t for A-J. And then”, Suga exhaled as he replayed their lunch in his head. “We grabbed lunch together and it was really … lowkey? Like, we didn’t have any intense something like in the elevator or whatever, but it was … nice? Like, really, really nice and I kind of … I don’t know.”

Suga finally allowed himself a glance at Oikawa who stared at him in disbelief.

“Suga-chan, are you telling me, you have an office romance with your boss?”

“No!” Suga retorted a little too loud. “I mean”, he cleared his throat, “I think we are friends. Maybe.” He groaned again. “I don’t know what we are."

“And you don’t know what you want you two to be.” Oikawa pointed out with an annoyingly smug grin. Suga contemplated if opening up to Oikawa was a mistake. Oikawa, however, dropped his grin and shrugged, resuming his work.

“Why not talk about it? You are both adults and if you want something then it's best to just vocalize it and get on with it.”

Suga sighed. “I know, I know.” Of course, he knew. Communication was key and all this stuff. He knew it was best to just be upfront with his feelings and in being honest they could actually move forward in what direction whatsoever. But, on the other side, Suga wasn’t sure what Daichi wanted. Again, that was just something he could find out by talking to him. But if he said directly that he wanted them to be a thing and Daichi didn’t want to then it could lead to them just not talking to each other whatsoever. Like, Daichi could be put off by that. And Suga preferred staying friends with Daichi than not talking at all.

“But of course, you just gonna ignore that and do your own thing.” Oikawa huffed. “Sometimes I don’t know if you really want to talk or just vent. Next time I’m just going to sit here, and you can talk to yourself.”

Suga smiled apologetically. “Aw, Oikawa-senpai, that’s not true! You are always a great help.” Suga put a hand to his chest and for a moment could hold an earnest face but it broke into a chuckle shortly after. “No, really, Oikawa, thanks for listening.”

“Yes, yes”, Oikawa snarled, “put it on the list of how many favors you owe me.”

Suga laughed, finally feeling like some load had lifted from his shoulders. “Noted. You should actually call in some of these favors sometime, you know?” Suga pushed himself up from the chair, shaking his head at Oikawa’s papers.

“Don’t stay too long. You need your beauty sleep.”

“Excuse you?! I am naturally this handsome. Speak for yourself, you should do something to impress your Prince Charming.”

Suga felt his face heat up yet again and stuck out his tongue in response.

“Now, get lost. I actually have some work to do.” Oikawa waved at him and pushed his glasses back, which kept slipping down his nose, as he turned back to his monitor. Suga exhaled and left Oikawa’s office. He glanced at his watch, half past 6. Almost being in the office for 12 hours was not good for his health. He grabbed his suitcase and jacket and finally left the office.

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This Monday was one of those special days once in a blue moon when Daichi could finally leave his office at around 5 pm, about 3 hours earlier than usual. It was also due to his thoughts going on a rampage and he didn’t feel useful staying longer than necessary. Moreover, since the first meeting the next day is only at 11:30 am, he vowed to himself to sleep in. And, therefore, decided to go to Kuroo’s bar. A beer or two would probably help to relax for some time.

It was still early, and it was an easy Monday evening, not many people were inside the small bar. Just a handful of office workers sitting at the counter and two tables were occupied in the back. That was what Daichi hoped for. He entered the building, nodding at Kuroo who was leisurely keeping his few customers entertained. The background was filled with quiet music, nothing compared to the upbeat rhythm at the weekend.

Daichi sat down on the stool farthest away from everybody else and Kuroo came over to him, a glass of beer in his hand at the ready.

“Kinda early, huh?” he chuckled as he put down the glass in front of Daichi. Daichi nodded and took the glass with a small “Thanks” and gulped down half of it in one go. Kuroo raised an eyebrow at that.

“You alright, bro?” he crossed his arms, then leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Your father?”

Daichi coughed. He hammered his fist against his chest, taking in a deep inhale. “No! No.” He shook his head. “I …” he trailed off and scratched his neck. “There is something I want to tell you.” He swallowed.

When Suga asked him, if Kuroo knew about the reason his father and he always fought, he felt a pang of guilt. He never felt comfortable, still didn’t feel comfortable with himself but Kuroo helped him through pretty bad times without even knowing the full story. And he told Suga everything right of the bat. That wasn’t right.

Kuroo looked at him with concern, not entirely buying what Daichi said. Daichi played with the rim of his glass, hesitating for a few seconds. “You know, my father and I argue a lot.”

“So, it is about your father?” Kuroo leaned on the counter, narrowing his eyes.

“Not exactly.” Daichi huffed. “It’s just … I never told you the reason why.”

That caught Kuroo’s attention. His eyes widened. “Well, I mean, I just assumed it was some private family stuff and company related things you aren’t allowed to talk about.” He shrugged.

“Not exactly.” Daichi retorted. “It’s more that”, Daichi looked around, searching for the right words. “I think, it’s more that my father has a personal issue with me.”

“With you? How is there a problem with you? Working hard, good looking, earnest, humble as fuck, it makes me kinda mad sometimes that you’re too perfect.” He snorted amusedly. Daichi gave him a lopsided grin.

“I’m trying to be serious here, you know?”

“I am, too!”

“Anyway”, Daichi waved at him, “the problem is that I-“ Daichi halted. Second guessing himself, he covered his mouth with one hand and rubbed over it. He took another gulp from his glass and gazed into the yellowish liquid.

“He has a problem with me possibly falling in love with a man.” He muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes and let out the breath he held in. Just saying it out loud felt relieving. His shoulders sunk a little bit and he emptied his glass before he looked at Kuroo again.

Kuroo had cocked his head to his left looking totally illegibly at him. “Possibly?”

Daichi swallowed. “Yeah, well, it could either be a man or a woman. I don’t know. Both could be a thing for me?” Daichi held his glass with both hands to stop them from trembling.

“So, you’re bi?”

“I’m what?”

“Bi? Like in bisexual?” Kuroo raised both his eyebrows, eyes glistening for a moment. “Wait a minute, you don’t tell me you don’t know what bi means?”

Daichi squinted his eyes. “Why should I?”

Kuroo let out a heartfelt laugh, holding onto his stomach. He hit the counter with his fist and a few other patrons looked over to them. Daichi’s face heated up at the scene. What was happening? Did he say something funny? At least, Kuroo wasn’t disgusted or mad or something. Or was he laughing at him?

“Kuroo, what the … Speak up.”

Kuroo chuckled and wiped away a tear. “I take it back, you’re just an adorable goofball. Nothing perfect about it.”

Daichi’s face darkened. “Just go on. Dig your own grave.”

“Relax, man.” Kuroo relaxed his hands on his hips. “You really don’t know?”

“That’s what I’m telling you.”

Kuroo sighed. “You’re saying, you could either sleep with a man or a woman, right?” Daichi nodded, slightly blushing. “That means, you’re bisexual. Simple as that.”

“That is a thing?” Daichi’s thoughts made a backflip, working on overdrive. He didn’t know what to think.

“How sheltered were you’re upbringing?” Kuroo shook his head. “You know what straight and gay mean, don’t you?”

Annoyance carved into Daichi’s features. “Of course.”

“You’re no special snowflake or whatever”, Kuroo waved one hand in front of him, “there are lots of other people feeling attraction to both.”

“Really?” Something in his chest plopped making him feel light. Kuroo seemed to notice the softening of his eyes.

“Sure, man. Nothing wrong with that.”

“Hm.” Daichi just nodded and looked back at his glass in his hands. His knuckles whitened at his tight grip.

Kuroo wiggled the glass out of his hands, walked over to the tap machine and fixed him another glass. Daichi nodded as a thank you and took another sip. That went better than expected. He wasn’t exactly sure how Kuroo would react, but this was the best possible outcome, he thought.

“Well, I’m bi myself, so”, Kuroo shrugged. “I just thought you weren’t interested in men when I flirted with you when we first met."

Daichi almost spat out his drink. He forced himself to swallow and looked at Kuroo in disbelief. “You what?!”

“So, you’re into men and dense as fuck. Explains a lot.” He hummed, nodding to himself. “But don’t worry, I’m over you.” He dramatically sighed. Daichi still looked at him with wide eyes. Slowly the heat crept back onto his face. This was the first time, another man openly admitted to flirting with him. That was new.

“You have no experience, do you?” Kuroo laughed again, but no menace just genuine fun at the situation. Daichi grumbled. He wasn’t here to be made a fool out of him.

“I mean”, he scratched at the counter, “I didn’t really have had many opportunities with my father and the company.” He grimaced. “Would be “bad” publicity, as my father said. And I … I wasn’t sure at first what this all was. I was … really confused.”

Kuroo hummed. “I think we need to talk about that some more but not”, he looked around, “here. You free this weekend? Come over on Saturday. I have the day off, Tora has the evening shift. We can have pizza and some drinks.” He crossed his arms loosely.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Daichi nodded. He never felt this vulnerable in front of Kuroo.

“So”, Kuroo leaned on the counter, both arms spread wide, a smug smile on his lips, “Suga, hm?”

Daichi blinked and felt his heart beat faster. “What? What about him?”

“Do you want to get into his pants and ask me for help, or why did you confess so suddenly?” His grin got even wider almost as wide as Daichi’s eyes opened up.

“W-what?”

Kuroo laughed out loud and clasped at Daichi’s shoulder with one hand. “Your face … priceless.” He wiped away another tear. “But seriously, is this about him?” While Kuroo’s eyes shined a little more serious, his wriggling eyebrows still annoyed Daichi. He sighed.

“No. Not really, at least.” He pushed Kuroo’s hand away and the barkeeper stood back up, placing his hands on either side of his hip. “Remember when I told you how I was stuck in an elevator with another employee?"

Kuroo nodded slightly and his left eyebrow shot up. “Oh.” He grinned smugly.

Daichi shot him a glare to shut him up for any other comment. “So, yeah, that was Suga and I kinda”, Daichi gritted his teeth, “I had a bad day and I kind of spilled the beans and he just listened and stuff. And when we were here, he asked if, you know, you know? About my father and all this crap. And then I felt bad that I never told you just because I was”, his breath hitched, “because I was scared how you would react.” He mumbled out at the end.

It was not exactly loud, but there was still enough music and background talk that it was hard to understand what Daichi grumbled out. Kuroo observed Daichi with a weighted look.

“How long do we know each other?” His voice was leveled. Daichi thought for a few seconds and tilted his head.

“About 6 years?”

“Exactly.” Kuroo clenched his jaw just a little. “You should know me by now. Do you really think I would cast you out because of that?” Kuroo didn’t have to say it out loud but Daichi heard the disappointment and slight hurt in his voice.

“No, of course not.” He breathed out. Actually, Daichi had been scared Kuroo would abandon him but only for a little bit. Most of his fear was fueled by his own insecurities. He was afraid that if he said it out loud, told it to more people it became more real and had consequences. He wasn’t exactly sure what he thought these consequences were or how anything could get worse or whatever. It was just this feeling of anxiety that manifested in his chest whenever he thought about telling anybody about this. Probably, he had to admit to himself, this fear manifested when he told his father and his immediate reaction. He should have had more faith in his friends. He knew that, but still, this irrational fear of ending up alone never left.

“I’m sorry.” Daichi clenched a fist in his other hand. A second later he was smacked against his forehead. “Ouch!” he rubbed his face and looked up at Kuroo who shook his hand.

“Bullhead.” Kuroo grabbed two glasses from underneath the counter, grabbed one of the bottles off the shelf on the wall and poured some light brown liquid in them. He pushed one of them in Daichi’s hand and held up his glass.

“To no more secrets.” Kuroo’s mouth had his trademark smirk back on and Daichi couldn’t help but smile just a little.

“To no more secrets.” He shook his head as he clinked his glass against Kuroo’s and they both downed their contents in one go. Daichi coughed with one hand covering his mouth, tears shooting into his eyes.

“What the heck, Kuroo?!” he rasped, blinking against the blurry view. He heard Kuroo laughing equally raspingly before falling into a coughing fit. It took more than a minute for them to recover from their burning throats but afterward, they looked at each other and they chuckled.

Daichi stayed for about another hour, entertaining Kuroo whenever he wasn’t attending other patrons, nurturing just another glass of beer and replaying their conversation. It felt good. It was the right thing to do. It was just so exhausting to put himself out in the open. When Daichi emptied his beverage, he said his goodbye to Kuroo who confirmed that they would meet up again at the weekend to have an actual conversation. Daichi nodded with a grin and walked outside to grab a taxi to get home.

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Tuesday

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: A-J. recruiting

Good morning Daichi!

Yesterday evening I had a call from A-J.’s design department. They were really nice and apologized for the rude behavior they apparently showed towards you. I got a chance to decline their offer myself. (◕‿◕✿)

They still want me to work on their projects and I was invited to come over for the next project.

I don’t know if this is important, I just felt like telling you.

Have a good day!

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: A-J. recruiting

Good morning Suga,

thank you for your notice. I really appreciate your honesty about this subject. Please don’t hesitate to tell me if they overstep their boundaries.

If there is anything, I can help you with just ask.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: A-J. recruiting

Hey Daichi!

Thank you for your offer! If I can think of anything, I’ll let you know!

Yours, Suga

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Wednesday

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Corporate Design Photography Studio

Hello Suga,

one of my clients greatly appreciated the designs you made for his office supplies a while ago and asked if you are willing to work on a corporate design for his newly established business. I attached some of his ideas. Please let me know if you have the capacity for this project and what you think about his input.

Besides that, I saw you running through the lobby today, almost running over a few people. Is everything okay?

Regards,

Daichi

Attachment: Ideas_j-marketing.pdf

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Corporate Design Photography Studio

Hi Daichi!

Thank you! Yes, I do have time for that. I remember them, they were really pleasant to work with, I would really like to take this over. Regarding their ideas, I think this is a good start, but I recommend being bolder. I remember them to be a little timid and the office supplies designs I made for them already pushed for more boldness. I made some redesigns, put in more shapes. Let me know what they think about it.

Oh gosh, how embarrassing! Yes, absolutely. I just … forgot to turn off the TV and my neighbor was complaining about the noise.  (//▽//)

Yours, Suga

Attachment: Asahi_corporateDesign_draft1.pdf

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Corporate Design Photography Studio

Hello Suga,

I do like the redesigns a lot, thank you for your hard work. I let them know as soon as possible. I tell them to contact you directly for further discussions if that is okay with you?

Haha, please be more careful next time. I hope you don’t get a noise complaint from your landlord.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Corporate Design Photography Studio

Thank you very much! Yes, I think that would be more practical. And you wouldn’t waste your time with being our middle man anymore. (￢_￢;)

Don’t worry! I have a good relationship with my neighbor, and they texted me directly. Everything’s fine!

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Corporate Design Photography Studio

Hello Suga,

don't worry, writing and working with you is in no way wasting my time. In fact, it is rather refreshing.

Good to hear. I hope this doesn’t happen again.

Regards,

Daichi

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Thursday

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: printing machine of hell

Hey Daichi!

It was nice seeing you today! And thanks for your help… (´,,•ω•,,)

What were you doing on our floor? Finally deciding to mix with the common folk?

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: printing machine of hell

Hello Suga,

I was happy to see you again, too! And no worries, it was my pleasure. I had my fair share of uncooperative office machines.

Rather than mix, I just was ensuring my presence once again. I have an obligation to appear once every quarter of the year to ingrain my dominance over you all.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: printing machine of hell

What machines were standing in your way until now? I actually have really good working devices at my side.

My apologies. I shouldn’t talk out of line. I will carry your words to our realms and be your spokesperson.

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: printing machine of hell

Hello Suga,

leaving out today’s printing machine, I had coffee machines, PC's, lights, scanners, shredders, and doors malfunctioning. (I know doors aren’t machines, but they malfunction, too.)

That’s what I’m recruiting you for. If you do work to my satisfaction, I will reward you greatly.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: printing machine of hell

All of them sound valid. I have coworkers complain about our coffee machine. Fortunately, I was spared its antics, fingers crossed! Now you have to tell me about the door! What happened? ∑d(°∀°d)

I will give it my best, rest assured. What could possibly be a reward granted by you?

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: the door

Hello Suga,

it was about 5 months ago when I had to work late, again. I had gathered up my stuff and was ready to leave when the door got jammed. I probably never actually locked my door but apparently, it can still do this thing on its own. Must be cursed. So, I was getting frustrated after trying to push it open and kicked at it. The door handle fell out. I was stuck in my office for a few hours before I got a hold of someone since there was an outage of my cellphone provider and I had no service. It was horrible.

You have to be patient to find out.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: the door

OMG! I actually had to laugh out loud! ∑(O_O;) Oikawa wasn’t happy. That is priceless! Maybe you’ll get a reputation in getting stuck in your own office building. But I have to ask, don’t you have a phone on your desk? Couldn’t you have used that one?

Anticipation is the greatest joy.

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: the door

Hello Suga,

I am sorry, I shouldn’t keep you from working.

Yes, Suga. I have one. Yes, I could have used it. Yes, I forgot about it. Yes, I was ridiculed about it already.

I won’t disappoint you.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: the door

(◕‿◕✿)

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: late lunch

Hello Daichi,

I was wondering if you want to grab a late lunch together today? I will be out by 2:15 and wanted to grab some burritos at this new place everyone’s been talking about.

I wanted to call you since this is kinda short notice, but I wasn’t sure if you would be too surprised by the sudden noise coming from your desk.

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: late lunch

Hello Suga,

I hate you so much right now.

I’d love to. I’ll get you on my way down.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: A-J. project

Hey Daichi!

Thank you for the lunch break! I had a great time! Thank you for listening to me venting about stupid clients. I needed this (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ

I just had another call from A-J. They invited me for next Tuesday to discuss a new project I should supervise as lead designer. It’s for a sports festival in a few months. Just wanted to let you know.

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: A-J. project

Hello Suga,

you're welcome! And likewise, it was a really relaxing lunch break. I felt really re-energized afterward. The burritos were really tasty as well. But a little hot for my taste. Don’t worry, I will always listen. You did listen to me complaining about my father and the board, too. I really think it is time they all resign.

Thank you for letting me know. If you need someone to come with you, I will free my schedule.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: A-J. project

Of course, this goes both ways! As I said, I don’t catch much of the internal affairs and politics in my position, but I get that it can be frustrating talking to stubborn old geezers (I really hope our email program is protected! Whoever might read our emails for safety measurements of whatever, pls don’t tell on us!! Σ(°△°|||)︴)

Thank you! If I get cold feet short-term, I’ll call-- pardon, write you.

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: A-J. project

Hello Suga,

still, thank you. Sometimes it just helps to say it out loud instead of bottling it up. I’ve had enough of that. …If something might happen, will you have my back? I don’t think our emails are getting read, don’t worry.

Why.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: A-J. project

Of course! You can count on me! As I said, I’m your spokesperson. o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yours, Suga

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Friday

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: personal

Hello Suga,

first of all, you don’t need to answer this email, I just get this off my chest.

I had another argument with my father last evening regarding the miai. He still intends to go through with it and set up a meeting for this Sunday. I turned it down and he threw a fit because he already booked a room in a restaurant for her and me for a “nice dinner” and “get to know each other”. Conveniently, he also booked a room in a nearby hotel if things go “really well”. We practically just yelled at each other. I think I got my point across that I will not participate in this stupid farce and that I have no intention in following his will. But he doesn’t care if I want to or not. He said he’ll just find some woman I will eventually fall in love with and give him an heir. Preferable in the next six months. I mean, what is he even thinking? I can’t schedule falling in love. Like, next week, Wednesday at about 4 pm I have an opening, why wouldn’t my significant other come around. And about two weeks later, I have another opening, why not meet in a park, watch the cherry blossoms viewing and conveniently fall in love at about 3.15 pm? This is just ridiculous.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: personal

I am so sorry. This is in no way tolerable to treat anybody. Let me tell you, you’re absolutely right. This is ridiculous and your father is way out of line. Please don’t give in to his stupid demands. You deserve someone who values you as who you are and not as some company hotshot. I just hope your father will come to his senses soon. This will just put more stress and pressure on you both.

I would have asked you if you were up for lunch, but I’m actually on my way to a meeting out of town. I am sorry.

I can pay a visit to your office when I’m back sometime this afternoon if you want to.

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Re: personal

Hello Suga,

if you could take some time for that that would be great. Thanks.

Regards,

Daichi

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: coffee

Sorry, I was only back at 4 and had some follow-ups to do! You still here? Can I come up?

Yours, Suga

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: coffee

Hello Suga,

still holding the fort. Looking forward to you.

Regards,

Daichi

Suga waited for Daichi’s reply already on his toes and when the email popped up, he pushed himself up the rest of the way. He already prepared coffee and poured it in two mugs on his way out, seesawed on his feet as he waited for the elevator and when it finally reached his floor, he pressed the button inside for the floor farthest up with his elbow, careful not to spill the coffee over his shirt. The ride up was over in a blink and he exited the small room.

It felt like a totally different world up here. Even though most of the lights were out, it was already 7 pm on a Friday, Suga could see the fancy marble on the receptionist desk. He felt the soft carpet even through his shoes, like walking on a cloud. It felt like an eternity since he had been up here the last time. Well, it was already a few years ago. Suga had received good feedback from a major client and was rewarded a personal thanks from the company’s boss, a solid handshake, a slap on his back and reassurance that his workplace is secured. As long as he didn’t fuck up, Suga had read between the lines. He can’t really remember the face of Daichi’s father that well.

Pushing this memory in the far back of his head, Suga walked through the glass door in front of him and slowly walked down the corridor. Most of the doors were slightly ajar, insides not visible in the darkness until Suga reached the door farthest to the left which was still closed. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door with his foot.

“Come in.”

Suga awkwardly pushed the door handle down with his elbow, opening the door with the push of his arm.

“Good evening.” He smiled. Something lifted from his shoulders as he saw Daichi again. With his foot, he pulled the door to close with a loud thump, even louder since the office was eerily silent.

Daichi jumped just slightly at the sound and looked up from his papers. Suga could see the black rims under Daichi’s eyes and the smile he was throwing Suga was more just a stretch of his lips. Even though he felt relieved to see him, Suga felt a lump forming in his throat. He swallowed, took a deep breath and beamed at Daichi.

“Still working hard, huh?” He walked over, balancing one mug to some free space on Daichi’s side before he made himself comfortable on the chair in front of the desk. The coffee was still steaming, and he saw the slight gleam in Daichi’s eyes.

“Thanks.” His voice was gruff from talking too much today or screaming the day before, Suga couldn’t tell. Daichi cleared his throat, blowing at his coffee he carefully moved it to his mouth with one hand. He slurped at it, a small but earnest smiled formed on his lips.

“Tastes great.”

“Well, I am known for making some mean coffee.” Suga winked and took a sip of his own coffee. “I like playing with tastes of different coffee blends”, Suga continued unprompted. Daichi hummed into his coffee in response. “I made your coffee a little more roasted, a little deeper and put just a little bit of cream inside to mellow it out.” He raised his own cup at Daichi, tipping at the side of it. “Mine is with a little bit of caramel.” His lips stretched into a grin as he took another sip.

Daichi nodded again, looked Suga up and down, and nodded again. “Suits you, I guess.”

“How should I take that?” Suga raised his eyebrow as he lowered his mug into his lap.

“As a compliment.” Daichi smiled. “You look like a caramel type to me. Maybe white chocolate.”

“Even though I like my food spicy?”

“Hm”, Daichi leaned back, “I think, food and drinks are pretty different for you. Like, your tea is probably outrageously sugared, but you eat spicy as heck dark chocolate with it.”

Suga snorted, shaking his head. “You already know me so well.”

“So, I am right?” His voice sounded playful but genuinely curious.

“Mhm.” Suga hummed affirmatively. He played at the rim of his mug, wiping away some liquid and licked it from his thump.

“Wanna talk?” he asked with a light tone, not trying to pressure into anything.

“Not really.” Daichi mumbled before starting to rock his chair right and left with his feet. He raised his mug back up and took a few sips and remained silent. Suga waited a couple of seconds before he nodded and leaned back.

“I had a meeting with Asahi today. A little unplanned, but I was in the area and I just went over for a bit and we agreed on one design. Gonna finish on Monday and send them the final design for their approval. They’re getting quite some clients recently.”

Suga continued to tell Daichi about his meeting with Asahi and how their studio had changed since the last time Daichi was over. There were a few jokes on the expense of Asahi’s timid demeanor despite their dangerous appearance but Suga didn’t mind since he made Daichi chuckle a few times. When Daichi emptied his mug, he turned back to his papers and started sorting through them. Suga didn’t stop telling Daichi about his day, the different meetings he had, the exasperating clients he had to deal with and the usual rush from appointment to appointment. After he ran out of things to talk about, he fell silent again, slurping on his now almost cold coffee while Daichi started marking numbers and details on his papers, cross-checking them with other documents.

When Suga drank the rest of his coffee, he took out his cell phone, scrolling randomly through his social media. His eyes found it hard to leave Daichi for too long so every once in a while, they glanced up at Daichi, taking in the sight. Daichi’s bottom-up shirt was loose around his collar, the first two buttons were opened, his tie dangling unfastened on his chest. His sleeves very rolled up, highlighting his strong forearms and big hands. Daichi’s short hair probably could never look disheveled, though Suga almost saw it as a challenge to prove this wrong.

Daichi’s face scrunched up and Suga almost jolted back into reality, forcing down the incoming blush for staring at him. Daichi pinched his nose, closing his eyes.

“Alright, I’m done.” He grumbled.

“Done or no longer in the mood?” A smug smile on his lips, Suga leaned over to snatch Daichi’s empty mug. Daichi just grunted in response. He leaned over to turn off his pc, shoving the papers in a pile and pushed them to the corner.

“You heading out now?” Daichi asked as he grabbed for his suitcase and dress jacket. He pushed his arms in the sleeves and made a grimace as he remembered that his dress shirt sleeves are still pulled up. Suga laughed at him softly.

“Wait.” Suga set the mugs aside, came around the desk and stopped in front of Daichi. He pushed Daichi’s jacket sleeve up and his slender fingers under it until they found the hem of the dress shirt sleeves. He pulled them down, fastening the small buttons on Daichi’s wrist. Carefully avoiding Daichi’s gaze, he held his hand open for Daichi’s other arm. With short hesitation, Daichi raised his other arm and Suga repeated the procedure. He slightly caressed over Daichi’s forearm as he pulled down the sleeve and his thumb probably held a second too long, too tight around Daichi’s wrist to be casual.

Suga patted Daichi’s arm when was done and grinned at him. “See, nothing to get worked up over.” He waited for Daichi’s sharp nod and grabbed their mugs again. He rounded the desk again and left Daichi’s office not waiting for him but knowing he would follow close by.

They rode the elevator in silence which made Suga a little anxious. Was that too much? He bit at his lips when the door opened again, illuminating the dark reception area. Suga pushed the glass door to his office area open but before he could walk over to their break room, Daichi grasped for the mugs in Suga’s hands.

“You get your stuff. I, uh”, he gestured to the mugs Suga slowly let go off, “I’ll take care of that.”

“Thanks”, Suga said a little breathless and jogged over to his desk. He grabbed his stuff as fast as he could and glanced over to Oikawa’s door. He huffed as he saw the light still shining under it. He walked over and with a short knock, opened the door.

“Go home soon, Oikawa-senpai.” He shook his head.

Oikawa looked up, his glasses pushed up as he scrunched his eyes.

“And be careful about your eyes. Your eyesight just gonna get worse.”

Oikawa pouted. “Don’t worry, Suga-chan, I know exactly what I’m doing. Good work. And have a nice weekend.”

“Thanks. You, too.” Suga closed the door with a sad smile. He knew Oikawa won’t leave the office for another couple of hours but there was nothing he could do against it. Maybe he should try dragging him out next time.

Daichi was waiting at the glass door to which Suga strolled over. “I’m ready. Thanks for waiting.”

They walked over to the elevator again. “Oikawa still working?”

Suga hummed. “Yeah.”

Daichi nodded thoughtfully. “Are there enough of you to take all on the workload?”

Suga’s eyes widen just a little and he looked up at Daichi. The doors opened just then, and he could take a shot at Daichi’s tired eyes.

“It’s tough. But we make do nonetheless.” They entered the elevator, Suga pushed the button as he walked to the back. Daichi fell in place next to him and nodded.

“Yeah, we all do.”

Suga didn’t know how to answer. Daichi sounded defeated but there was a hint of purpose in his voice, so he opted for a nudge against Daichi’s shoulder.

“Still means we have to take care of ourselves.”

Daichi exhaled and nodded. “You’re right.” Their eyes met when Daichi glanced over to him. “Thank you. For the coffee and”, he scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes again, “you know, spending time with me. Talking.”

Suga’s smile grew a little wider and softer. “My pleasure.”

Their shoulders remained in each other’s proximity, brushing against each other a few times before they reached the ground floor.

“You getting your car?” Suga asked as he pushed himself from the wall and stopped in the door.

Daichi nodded. “Want a lift?”

“Nah.” Suga smiled apologetically. “You should get home. Don’t drive around coworkers.” He laughed a little. He wouldn’t actually mind being driven around by Daichi, but he just looked so ready for his bed and making a detour for Suga didn’t sit right with him.

Daichi pulled a face and shook his head. “That’s no trouble for m-“

“I know, I know.” Suga held up his hand as the door threatening to close, pushing them open again. “Next time, okay?” He winked at Daichi and stepped outside. As the door slipped close, he caught a glim of Daichi’s darkened cheeks and a small smile on his lips and his evening couldn’t have ended better.

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Getting up the next morning proved to be rather difficult for Daichi. The fight with his father still lingered stale in his mouth. Suga had helped, definitely, but just that much and now he had to deal with these aftermath feelings of defeat. And mentally preparing to head over to Kuroo this evening to have a talk. He sighs.

The last and a half week turned his life upside down, or rather his feelings. He didn’t know how to deal with it, so for that Daichi was thankful to get some clarity with Kuroo. After their short talk in the bar, Daichi actually had sat down, googling this ominous word bisexuality, which Kuroo offered so nonchalantly. He had found himself blushing furiously as he scrolled through different types of definition, but all the same in the end. The sexual attraction to male and female people. Huh.

Before he could venture into more detail or further terminology in this type of area, Daichi chickened out and banned these thoughts to the back of his head. He had rather enjoyed the small interaction he had with Suga. Fortunately, they found some time to meet up again and even ran into each other once, but even just communicating with him via Mail was more than enough for him. It felt private.

With his head filled with Suga, their interactions so far, and his newly obtained knowledge about sexual attraction, Daichi made his way to Kuroo’s apartment. It was a rather long walk by foot, but he welcomed these minutes in the darkening evening sky. The air was getting colder fast, even when the sun had shined warm during the day. Daichi inhaled deeply the crisp air and exhaled with his shoulders slumping a little bit.

The apartment complex was run down but with charm and after Daichi rang and was buzzed in, he braced himself the short way upstairs, toes curling with every screeching sound the wood made under his shoes.

The door was already slightly open and Daichi let himself in. He mumbled a courteous “Sorry for barging in” when he saw Kuroo waving from the couch, a phone squished between his cheek and his shoulder, a menu in his hand. Daichi hung up his thin jacket, shuffled out of his shoes and walked over to Kuroo.

“And make sure to double on the garlic!” Kuroo grinned as he hung up. He pulled up his legs in time before Daichi let himself fall down at the other end of the small couch.

“Want your patrons to leave you alone tomorrow?” Daichi grinned, slouching down into the worn fabric.

Kuroo shrugged. “Maybe I just enjoy the stinging taste of it.” Daichi snorted.

“Sure.”

Kuroo eyed him up and down, tossing his phone on the low coffee table. “Listen”, he leaned against the back of the couch with his shoulder, crossing his arms, still facing Daichi, “this will just gonna be awkward if you let it. We’re just two friends talking about your non-existent love life, no judging.”

Daichi elbowed Kuroo’s shin and threw him a threating glare. He scoffed. “Yeah, nothing strange about it.”

“It’s only strange for you because you never had such a talk. I do that all the time.” Kuroo rolled his eyes as Daichi raised his eyebrows at him. “Not all the time, dude. Just, you know, casual small talk.” He shrugged non-committal. “I never talked about it with you ‘cause I thought you were just”, he paused, searching for the right word, “uptight. That’s the word. Couldn’t have known you had a sexual crisis of some sort.”

Daichi’s lips pursed into a low scowl but he didn’t argue. He never thought much about his orientation, it was just something he accepted over time but never acted on. He had enough on his plate to deal with and it was not like he needed something like that.

“So”, he cleared his throat, “how do we”, he gestured vaguely, “do this talking about this—thing?”

Kuroo had the audacity to snort, even huffing out a laugh. Daichi growled at him. “Bro, you’re a disaster.” He pulled up his legs when Daichi was about to punch them again. “Relax.” He grinned. “Just, hm, tell me about it. When did you get things figured out? Was a drunken escapade with a guy your awakening or something?”

Daichi’s cheeks heated up about the absurdity of this situation. But he knew much worse. Telling his father about his preferences, for example. This was nothing, he could power through this. So, he let out a long exhale and took a few seconds to sort out his thoughts.

He started slowly about his high school years, two girls he dated but he had no defining memory about these relationships. He didn’t even remember their faces or names. His college years were a little more exciting, but not out of the norm. He dated another girl for about a year, but he had always known, he did it mostly out of expectation. They were good friends, and everyone just gushed about how good they looked together and after they accidentally made out at one of their house parties they kind of ended up in this relationship.

At that this point, their pizza arrived and Kuroo pulled out two beers from his fridge. They sat down on the carpet between the table and the couch, pizza slices in one hand, beer can in the other hand.

“I think, I loved her at some point, but”, Daichi sighed frustrated, mostly at himself, and took a sip from his cold beer. He sighed again. “I wasn’t enjoying myself with her. Like, we just were a couple because everyone else decided on that. And I just, I don’t know, just went with it.” He let out his anger at the pizza by chomping down on it.

“After a year, I ended it. I should have done that sooner, I know that.” He grumbled. Kuroo hadn’t interrupted him so far, only to clarify something once in a while.

“And then?” He sounded almost absentmindedly, chewing on his pizza.

“Not much”, Daichi admitted. “Rest of college was just making out with random people when I was drunk. No sex.” He swallowed, ignoring his blush. “After college, I was working almost non-stop, so”, he stopped eating, eyeing his pizza thoughtfully, “there was this event from a rivaling company, I had to go. One of my first official appearance and this sort of thing. I was nervous as hell”, he chuckled, “I drank way too much champagne. This stuff just was everywhere, I kid you not.”

“Don’t brag, rich kid.” Kuroo snorted.

Daichi bit his lip in a poor attempt to contain a grin. “Well, I just wanted to get some fresh air and went outside and met a— some-- someone.” He stumbled over his words. “A guy. We talked, it was nice, and we were both drunk and I don’t know”, his eyes went distant, “one thing led to another. The party was held at a hotel, he had a room, and we ended up having sex.” Daichi clenched his jaw. It was the first time he said it out loud. That he had sex with another guy. Kuroo didn’t bat an eye, just giving him time to continue on his terms, on his pace. He was never this grateful for Kuroo.

“It was awkward afterward”, he shook his head, “we met up a few times more, mostly to sleep with each other. I think I was just curious, and everything was exciting and all that. It was strange. But I guess, he wanted more, a relationship but I”, Daichi huffed. He almost emptied his beer in one go. “Maybe it was the wrong time and place and all that stuff, but I could never imagine having him as a … as a partner. I stopped seeing him. And then I just thought, maybe I was gay.” He shrugged. “I made an effort to look for men more often than for women, but it still felt wrong. On each party were pretty men and women and, boy, was I confused.”

Kuroo snorted as he drank, spilling some its content over his pizza. “Ugh, gross.” He wiped the back of his hand over his chin. “Been there, know exactly what you mean. When I was in high school, though.”

Daichi nodded. His pizza was only lukewarm, but he lost his appetite anyway. It felt good to get all this off his chest and he felt better, definitely. But it was mentally draining. He let his head fall back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. His eyes found a dark spot to focus on, not thinking about anything in particular.

“I don’t even know if I was actually ever in love.” He mumbled. Not actually to Kuroo, but he answered, nonetheless.

“What about the one from college? I don’t pick you as one who just stays in a relationship for a year just because.”

Daichi rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger. “Yeah. I think so, at least. But”, he hesitated. “I don’t know. Was I really in love? What if I can’t actually fall in love?”

Kuroo hummed. He pushed the last bit of his pizza in his mouth, shaking off the last crumbs from his hands.

“Is this about Suga?”

Daichi visibly tensed up. He let out his breath after a couple of seconds and nodded, eyes still closed and hidden behind his fingers.

“Basically, you’re saying you are attracted to male and female people, but just sexually. And romantically you have no idea how this stuff actually feels like?” Kuroo summed up. His voice was even, no judgment like he promised.

Daichi let his hand fall down, finally turning his head to face Kuroo. He nodded again. How was that even possible? Being sexually attracted to someone but not emotionally? That didn’t make any sense for Daichi. And worst of all, he was so inconceivably attracted to Suga. He was just the right amount of hot and pretty. Daichi couldn’t forget those eyes that seemingly undressed him in the elevator and he almost acted on it.

But then he got to know Suga and he was so much more worth than just some probably very good fuck. He enjoyed his company, his laugh, his attention, their banter. He wanted to be with him so much, but his emotion didn’t obey his will. For some reason Daichi couldn’t comprehend, he wasn’t falling in love with Suga. Who was just so perfect. It was frustrating.

Daichi groaned. “I want him so bad.” It came out like a plea, between gritted teeth and pressed lips. He heard Kuroo shuffle closer, draping one arm over his shoulder and squeezing his arm.

“Listen”, Kuroo said firmly and waited until Daichi was looking at him again, “I actually have no idea how this separating feelings and attraction works, but don’t think for a moment, that something’s wrong with you. You’re you and you’re right.” He nudged Daichi and a playful smile crept onto his lips again as if his mouth just wasn’t used to be serious for too long. “We get this figured out, alright?”

Daichi exhaled heavily and nodded. “Yeah.”

“You gonna talk to Suga about that?” Kuroo eyed him curiously with a raised eyebrow.

Daichi had contemplated about that as well. “Probably not.” He sighed. “I mean, I don’t even have this figured out, it’s a mess. I don’t think … I don’t want to burden Suga with it. I just”, he sighed, “I just want to give it time, you know? We’re just started being friends and I don’t want to blurt things out and scare him off.”

“Your call”, Kuroo shrugged. “It’s your decision what to tell him, especially if you don’t know yourself what’s going on.” He ruffled Daichi’s hair. “But remember, if you really want something to happen with the both of you, you have to talk to him.”

Daichi grumbled, flattening his hair again. “I know, I know.” And he did know. But this was all so new. It was years now that he actually, honestly considered someone to be relationship-material and it was, in fact, scary.

Kuroo didn’t push him to say more. It took Daichi about two hours to get all of that off his chest, his head was swimming and he felt spent. This was enough for one evening. Kuroo got up wordlessly, turned on his TV and grabbed two controllers from under the coffee table. He tossed Daichi one of them and booted up the game console. Maybe, Daichi thought, Kuroo was telepathic and can read my mind.

As if on cue, Kuroo turned to him and grinned. Daichi shuddered.

They played some fighting game Daichi didn’t know. You chose some random character and you try to beat each other from a random platform, that much Daichi understood. They drank some more beer, laughed whenever their character got stuck in a glitch, ramming their shoulders against each other when one was close to the edge.

Daichi crashed for the night, thankful for the slow weekend. He made himself comfortable on the couch, his head still fuzzy from the alcohol. He fell asleep with a pretty face, framed in ash blond hair and an angelic smile on his lips, on his mind.

#Haikyuu #Daisuga #fanfiction #Office AU #Sugawara Koushi #Sawamura Daichi #leap of faith

[crazygaze]

It's Just That Time of Year

Pairing: Hanamaki/Matsukawa, slight Iwaizumi/Oikawa 

Rating: T for titties they swear but that’s about it

Synopsis: Finally posting that hanamatsu meme drabble fic for my birthday, I’ve had this forever!! Big insp from HQ meme bot

"Wha-I don't want to hear this from assholes who bought a gingerbread house making kit only to eat the pieces and suck the frosting out of the bag it came with," Iwaizumi points accusingly. 

Matsukawa shrugs and Hanamaki raises his hands in surrender. "In my defense- it's hard to resist gingerbread, Christmas is the only time of year I get it." Iwaizumi looks to Matsukawa. 

"Frosting... is good." He says simply. 

Oikawa grumbles. "What good is it to have a gingerbread house making contest if the competitors eat the supplies." 

=

"I love you," Hanamaki sings flatly and strums a badly tuned acoustic guitar with complete gusto, "-bitch." He points meaningfully at Matsukawa.

"And I'm never gonna leave you," Hanamaki strums the guitar again loudly and sings slightly off-key, "-bitch."

Matsukawa watches him impassively from the drums and when Hanamaki goes for the creative musical solo, a music store worker comes up to them with an annoyed look and kindly asks them to leave.

= 

Iwaizumi scowls and pulls open the door. "Honestly, I don't even know why I-" he stops. 

Oikawa frowns. "Iwa-chan, why did you..." He trails off and peers over Iwaizumi's shoulder. 

The team sat in the dark meeting room in a circle with joined hands, the only light in the room was a cellphone placed in the middle. Probably because the fire hazard issue with candles. "If there is a spirit here," Hanamaki says with the utmost seriousness. "Please knock Oikawa out." Kindaichi gives Iwaizumi a desperate look from where he kneels, clutching Kunimi and Watari. Yahaba glances at Oikawa nervously. 

"He's the pretty one." Matsukawa adds helpfully. Hanamaki glares at Matsukawa. 

"Now the spirit is going to think I'm Oikawa and knock me out, I'm the pretty one," he hisses. 

"Oi-" Iwaizumi interrupts the seance finally. "Everyone get to bed! I don't know what stupid shit those two started but it's going to be lights out and everyone in bed in two minutes." 

When there's a silence in response he crosses his arms. "Is that understood?" There's a chorus of uneasy affirming and sweaty hands letting each other go. Just as Matsukawa opens his mouth to say something, Kunimi slumps over on his side, bumping Kindaichi's leg. Kindaichi goes as pale as a sheet of paper. "He's unconscious." He says in a trembly voice. Hanamaki looks offended and puts a hand to his chest. 

"What the fu-hey, I'm supposed to be the pretty one," he argues into the air. Matsukawa pats his thigh consolingly. There's multiple alarming shouts and clamoring and Iwaizumi drags a hand down his face. Kunimi sleeps on, undisturbed. 

= 

 "I don't know why you're crushing on him," Oikawa sniffs. "Look at Iwa-chan, at least he has redeeming qualities." They both look over to where an Iwaizumi is talking to Yahaba, sleeves rolled up and blissfully unaware of all the ogling he's receiving. "He could sneeze on a pickle jar and the lid would pop right off!" 

"First of all, that's disgusting. Secondly, Hanamaki can open pickle jars just fine and didn't Iwaizumi threaten to smash a jar over your head once because you were groping his arms?" Matsukawa lists off and raises a thick but well kept brow. "Also what do you mean crushing on him, he's my boyfriend." 

He waves. "Semantics. By the way, where the hell is Hanamaki?" Oikawa asks, looking around with a squint. Hanamaki is nowhere to be seen. Matsukawa sighed deeply and put a hand over his heart and stared off to the distance forlornly. 

"Hey what the hell is he looking at?" Iwaizumi walks over and nods at Matsukawa, staring at the gym wall or a possibly unamused and equally uncomfortable Kunimi. 

"He's being stupid-" 

"Hanamaki is in detention." 

"What," Iwaizumi said in disbelief. “Why?”   

"Wrote 'sickass motherfucker' on an English essay we were supposed to do. Printed it out and turned it in." 

Oikawa and Iwaizumi look at each other. "I miss you, babe," Matsukawa sighs again and pulls out his phone to snapchat a very close picture of his expressionless double-chinned face and a large caption of 'Send Nudes' to Hanamaki. 

"And they say romance is dead." Oikawa sniffs.

 = 

In an empty classroom in the morning before class, there's Oikawa screaming, running around desks trying to avoid a pencil wielding Iwaizumi. "It's not my fault you don't know acronyms!" Oikawa screeches, darting around desks. He's got the disadvantage of being on the opposite side of the classroom door. 

"You could have told me like a normal human being but no, you waited till there was a teacher behind me?!" Iwaizumi roared, cheeks blazing red. 

"'TBH' isn't hard to figure out, Iwa-chan!" He yells and throws a poorly crumpled paper ball at Iwaizumi. It doesn't deter the other in any way and bounces off his shoulder harmlessly. 

Off to the side, Hanamaki clutches his sides and gasps for air. "T-The Butt Hole," he wheezes and slaps his desk, "He tho-thought! TBH was-!" Hanamaki cackles.  

Matsukawa is softly chanting "Stab him, stab him, stab him," and it rises louder and louder every time Iwaizumi lunges for Oikawa with a mechanical pencil. 

 = 

Hanamaki groans and throws his pencil across the room and it sails over Iwaizumi's shoulder and hits the wall he's leaning on. Iwaizumi doesn't even blink or snap like he usually would, the air that passes through his lips is less of a sigh and more like an exhalation of his soul. His biology textbook has been open on the same page for the past half hour. 

Oikawa is passed out face down on a backpack with a timer counting down for a 15 minute nap. Matsukawa jerks awake at the thump of the pencil hitting the wall and the pink highlighter he was holding to a textbook skitters off the page. Not that it did much considering how much was already highlighted. "Fuck, I hate finals," Matsukawa whines for the nth time. 

"I'm not meant for education," Hanamaki says empathetically. He glances at the clock and 3:17 AM glares at him in red. They're quiet aside from Oikawa's soft muffled snoring. 

"Guys," Iwaizumi says in an uncharacteristically small voice. They perk up from where they lay on the worksheet strewn bed and look over. 

"Will you guys still love me when I no longer ball so fucking hard?" Iwaizumi looks up at them with red-bull-induced despair and wide, adorably sleep deprived teary eyes that shouldn't belong so well on a muscular heartthrob of a volleyball team who literally challenged the basketball captain to a thumb-wrestling contest with the morning gym schedule on the line. 

"I coulda swore I would be the one in the emotional crisis this time around," Hanamaki mutters softly as Matsukawa clamors down from the bed to Iwaizumi. Sheets of papers fall but he heeds them no mind. 

"Of course we'll love you. Don't worry, you'll always ball hard," Matsukawa shoves a pencil in between the biology textbook as a place marker and shoves it off Iwaizumi's lap with a loud thud. Oikawa doesn't stir. He clumsily sits in its place. Matsukawa is already tall as it is and it's a slightly awkward crouch but he pulls Iwaizumi's sniffling face to his chest and clutches him close. "You'll always ball so hard, Iwaizumi. So fucking hard." 

Iwaizumi just trembles and Matsukawa can't tell if it's the fourth can of red-bull kicking in or it's emotions but he affectionately pats down the spiky brown hair. His arms wind around and hug Matsukawa. Hanamaki isn't even phased, "Yeah," he adds helpfully. He rifles through his backpack and pulls out a packet of wasabi peas he forgot to have for lunch. He tosses them down next to them. "We love you. Oikawa too," he adds as an afterthought. 

Oikawa's phone alarm rings and Oikawa mutes it without looking at it and peels himself off the backpack. There's pink indents on his face and he takes a long moment before squinting his eyes open and looking at where Matsukawa has now taken to feeding Iwaizumi wasabi peas in his lap with whispering reassurances. 

"Seriously?" He asks, voice rough but toneless with borderline-grade-at-stake-studying-exhaustion. He’s been riding on 10 hours of sleep for the past three days  

"Don't even," Hanamaki threatens mildly with a protractor. "We literally madeout with you last time this happened because you were convinced we all secretly hated you" 

"...That's fair." Oikawa mutters tiredly, throwing an arm over his eyes.

=

“Send nudes” Matsukawa says rather loudly and sudden in the silence of a perfectly good lunch. 

Hanamaki gets up and leaves.

Minutes later, Matsukawa’s phone pings, he checks it. “Nice,” he says with emphasis. 

#hanamatsu #matsuhana #matsukawa issei #Hanamaki takahiro #iwaoi #oiiwa #hanamatsuiwaoi #if you squint kinda #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #seijoh #seijou #aobajousai #haikyuu