Peak fan service in anime was when Furudate gave Oikawa glasses and made him analyze Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa while Iwaizumi sat there in casual clothes calling him a shitty person.
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Peak fan service in anime was when Furudate gave Oikawa glasses and made him analyze Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa while Iwaizumi sat there in casual clothes calling him a shitty person.
I fucking hate this fandom
inarizaki's motto may be we don't need memories, but they end up being the team who has the most recorded material of their high school life, if only because suna's camera is running whenever he can reasonably have his phone in hand
and sure a lot of it is the twins fighting or being stupid, but that's far from all it is
suna has plenty of instances of aran trying to tell a joke, and kita or oomimi just kind of stare blankly at him because they didn't get the reference (you can always hear at least one twin laughing in the background tho)
suna also likes to commentate like it's a nature documentary. he speculates on the reasons why akagi is falling asleep in the weirdest places. makes fun of riseki for failing his serves because he's trying way too hard to be like atsumu. he'll warn for the consequences of being too silly as ginjima is getting scolded by kita, and then has to place his phone on the ground as he's also getting dragged into the lecture.
but a lot of the time it's also just... nothing special. nothing funny. just moments of the team on break, drinking water and talking about the drills they did. or some of them play while suna isn't, and he'll film a couple rallies just because.
his phone storage is full before long, and he should probably delete some of them, but he just transfers them somewhere with more storage and keeps on filming, every day, for no particular reason other than maybe to get lucky and catch the moment someone gets hit in the head with a volleyball
but then high school is over, and he's away from his team, and he has to get used to a new one and a new place and figure out how to be an adult
and so he watches them all. the funny moments and the ordinary ones. and he thinks man that meme we all kept repeating for months was so cringe and huh atsumu's serve always looked powerful but now it seems kinda shit compared to last time I played him and how the fuck did I have this much free time during practice
and maybe, just maybe, he thinks it's not so bad to have these memories, even if he'd never thought he needed them. and maybe just knowing they exist makes it a little easier to go to practice the next day and laugh with his new teammates and point his phone at them even if it gets harder to find the time for that, and none of them make him laugh quite the way inarizaki did
bruh literally suna rintarou is so fake cuz bro walks around with his idgaf ahh face like he’s bored of everyone’s existence but the second miya twins do something stupid he’s suddenly national geographic levels of engaged
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who loves when you wear his hoodie, especially when you’re not wearing much else underneath. "cold?" he’ll ask, eyes roaming a bit too long before pulling you into his lap
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who insists on recovery time—pulling you into his chest while you’re both sweaty and spent. his voice low against your ear: "you did so good for me"
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who buys matching water bottles or running shoes "by accident." when you point it out, he just shrugs. "it’s practical." but he’s lowkey proud when people ask if you’re a couple
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who carries you bridal style/over his shoulders when you complain your legs are sore after a workout, laughing when you tell him to put you down
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who loves to tease you mid workout. he'll crouch in front of you with a smirk, saying "come on, baby. one more set and i’ll reward you. however you want." (you end up doing 5 more sets after that)
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who often gets hit on by girls at the gym, but he does not hesitate for a moment to tell them that he has a girlfriend. sometimes he'll even walk over to you and kiss you right in front of the girl to prove his point further
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who takes candids of you—at the gym, at home, on his chest—whenever he can. he keeps it in a locked album on his phone labeled motivation
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who carries your stuff without you having to ask. whether it’s groceries, your gym duffel, or your tiny purse—he just grabs it and throws it over his shoulder like it’s nothing. says nothing, too, but if you try to take it back, he just gives you that look
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who has his shirt off every morning, wearing sweatpants as he makes breakfast for the two of you as you sit on the counter half asleep, kissing you ever so often
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who presses soft kisses to your temple as you awake on the morning, arms wrapping around your waist from behind, murmuring, "i love you"
athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who gets up early to run with you, but ends up letting you crawl back into bed—pulling you against him, voice still raspy: "fine. five more minutes. just don’t blame me if we don’t make it to training"
♡ finally decided to finish this draft ^^ i didn't know how to end it jsjsjjsjs
schweiden adlers!ushijima and college!you where you have posters of him over you dorm walls, he's your wallpaper in your phone, computer, etc... so everyone from college thinks you're just another fangirl and not have connected the dots that your high school boyfriend 'waka' is actually schweiden adlers' ace ushijima.
so, imagine everyone surprise when ushijima goes to your graduation and you were not, in fact, a crazy fangirl but actually his fiancé.
Haikyuubu!! – Chapter 104
When you messaged Suna to ask if he could send you a video of Atsumu for a friend, the side of his lip lifted in a little scowl. He considered it for a second before sending you a video of Atsumu sneezing into his towel at a volleyball game, before handing it to Osamu for him to unknowingly rub his face with it.
Suna watched from across the cafeteria as you frowned, leaning away from your phone screen in disgust as you watched the video. It made a small laugh huff between his lips as he tried to hold back the satisfied smile.
From y/n: I can’t send this to her?? she’s head over heels for that piss-head
From Suna: oh it’s actually for your friend
With an ungraceful sound of realisation that you were in fact asking for a friend and not just using it as a cheeky excuse, Suna glanced at Atsumu who was currently stuffing his face with onigiri, his cheeks covered in stray rice as he talked while chewing.
From Suna: he doesn’t have any good angles tho, you’re on your own
And he thrived in the way you found his eyes across the room to hit him with a glare because at least you weren’t the one crushing on the twin. Even if you were, his video planted enough doubt in the Miya genes to last until he finally asked you out. Crisis averted.
I've fallen ill and will be taking a bit longer on the requests for my event, so have this drabble in the meantime<3
MSBY Sakusa acting softer and gentler when a younger fan comes up to him and gives him a bracelet. he says he liked the colors, immediately puts the bracelet on, and gives the kid a hug.
Once the interaction is over, Atsumu goes "Why can't you act that nice with us?"
and sakusa's immediate response is, "shut up."
I think between the twins Osamu would be the more aggressive flirt based off this illustration.
He was so direct to the point it even freaked out Atsumu lol.
i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂
sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂
040625. have this meet-cute drabble with atsumu while i decide what theme i should do next <3
the first time you make eye contact with atsumu miya, you think you’ve gone mad.
because no sane person would lock eyes with a stranger mid-chaos—while being dragged by a dog on a mission of mass destruction—and think,
god, he’s pretty.
but there he is, flat on his back in the grass, hair tousled, hoodie speckled with leaves, and a golden retriever (probably) standing proudly on his stomach like it just conquered mount fuji. and he’s looking right at you, brows furrowed, like you summoned this nonsense.
your dog, meanwhile, is in a full tail-wagging, tongue-lolling friendship sort-of-ceremony with the retriever, their leashes entwined in an unsolvable knot of destiny.
"you owe me a new shoulder," atsumu says, still not moving. “and maybe a new dog.”
“your dog started it,” you try to argue, breathless, wrestling your leash back from the vortex of dog limbs.
atsumu sits up with a wince and a smirk. “and yer dog finished it. i’m impressed. also a little scared.”
you blink. “are you always this dramatic?”
he shrugs. “only when cute people crash into me.”
god. maybe you have gone mad.
contrary to popular belief, osamu miya is not any better than his twin brother, especially when he’s with you.
this must be your fourth date this month, and it’s barely even two weeks in. so, in order to save money, osamu proposes a little life hack. a cheat code, if you will.
“baby, i got this ring at a pawn shop,” he takes a small, rusty ring from his pocket and presents it to you as he continues, “i’ll pretend i’m proposin’ to ya and all ya gotta say is yes, okay? free dinner, easy peasy.”
you sigh, holding back your laughter as you pinch your temple. “‘samu, that’s unethical.”
“whaaaat? no way, come on, baby. we’ll get to go on dates more often if we do this,” he says, and you know you shouldn’t say yes. you should be the angel in this scenario, guiding him towards the right path. the path of the just and the good.
...but then again, why would osamu date you if you weren’t at least a tiny bit similar in terms of thinking?
“fine.”
“hells yeah!” he celebrates, looking around and waiting for one of the staff members to enter your vicinity. luckily, it doesn’t take long until a blonde girl walks to the table next to yours and starts cleaning up the leftover dishes the previous party has left behind.
osamu looks at you, grinning before he gets off the chair and gets on his knee. you cup your mouth with both your hands, seemingly in shock; though in reality, you’re doing it to prevent yourself from laughing like a madman.
“my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend. i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”
and the restaurants’ guests just eat. it. up. the crowd cheers, much like how they do in his games, and they chant “yes, yes, yes!”
“yes!” you burst out in laughter, jolting out of your seat and hugging him. he lifts you up slightly before putting you back to the ground and kissing you, lips soft and at your mercy.
osamu puts a ring on your finger as the crowd yells and howls, and later that night, the manager approaches the two of you and tells you not to worry about the bill.
atsumu’s been rubbing off on your boyfriend too much.
and so this becomes a ritual, though you’re both careful not to overuse it. you reserve it for anniversaries and small celebrations, like his team winning a big tournament or you getting a high score from a grumpy professor.
and though it doesn’t always work, you guys at least get a little dessert on the house.
until one day, when you’re a high end, fancy restaurant. you’re wearing a silk, red dress with so much jewelry, you’re practically shining. the chandelier lights reflect off of his rolex watch, and you both have just finished eating.
“this place is really good, osamu. we should come here more often.” you take a sip of the wine, drinking in delight.
“yeah... hey babe, what’s that?” he points behind you and you turn immediately in curiosity.
“...huh? ‘samu, i don’t see anything,” you turn back around to face him, but lo and behold, osamu miya is down on one knee.
your eyes look around in shock, clearly taken aback. “wha— babe, we didn’t plan this?!”
“i know,” he chuckles, pulling out a ring similar to the one he bought at the pawn shop, except brighter, cleaner. with more diamonds than you could ever even imagine. “my love, i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”
sure is a good thing osamu’s got practice.
@deardoelle mwah
ushijima feels like he can’t get to you fast enough.
the final whistle has barely echoed through the gym when his eyes find you in the stands—already standing, already smiling, like you’ve been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. the crowd is loud, people moving everywhere, teammates clapping him on his back, but none of it registers because you’re the only thing he’s moving towards.
your face lights up when you see him heading your way, and you start weaving through the edge of the court. he meets you halfway, and before he can say anything—before he can think of anything worth saying—you throw your arms around his neck.
he grunts softly as he catches you, big hands steadying your waist like you’re the most natural thing he’s ever held. you hug him tight, nose buried in the damp crook of his neck, all sunshine and love and joy that you know he doesn’t quite know what to do with.
“you were so good,” you whisper, pulling back just enough so you can look him in the eye. “like, stupidly good. i was yelling so much i think my throat gave up on me.”
ushijima blinks, dazed from the affection, but there’s something warm flickering behind his eyes.
“you yell even when i’m bad,” he says.
“that’s because i love you either way,” you reply without missing a beat, and press your mouth to his like it’s instinct, like it’s something you’ve wanted to do since his first serve of the match. it’s a little clumsy, but it makes his hands grip your waist just a little tighter.
when you finally pull away, noses bumping, he blinks again: flushed and terribly in love. the faintest curve tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“i thought you didn’t like to be so… public,” he says, voice low.
“i don’t,” you say, pecking his lips again, “but i’ll make an exception for you.”
ushijima kisses you again, and thinks, you’re mine. you’re my exception, too.
#5. throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. (for @mahowaga because ushijima wakatoshi seems to follow her wherever she goes.)
You’re cuddled up in Osamu’s arms one peaceful Sunday morning, lazing under the sheets until you hear Osamu’s stomach growling.
He groans, pulling you even closer, which in turn makes you snuggle into him even more.
“I’m so hungry,” he mumbles. You hum to confirm you heard him but make no further attempt at doing anything about it. “So hungry that… I could eat… You.”
Chomp!
That's the only warning you get before you feel Osamu’s teeth clutch onto the thicker part of your arm, munching loosely and making fake gnawing noises.
“Samuuu!!” you squeal, twisting to try and escape but finding his arms much too strong.
‘My boyfriend ate me out this morning,’ your friend would share later over a glass of wine, definitely bragging.
‘My boyfriend just ate me altogether,’ you would sigh in response.
And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
masterlist
you cheer and clap from the stands as atsumu miya secures the last point of the game, finishing the set and winning the match for his team. the crowd roars, his school’s chant echoing throughout the venue. atsumu’s teammates pool around him as they celebrate their win, the boys forming a circle within themselves.
but his mind is occupied with the pretty girl he sees in the corner of his eye— you. he pulls away, muttering a quick “give me a second” to no one in particular.
he walks to you, head held high and he can’t help but puff his chest and shoulders a little bit. just a little.
“what’s a girl like you doin’ all alone?” he asks, and some of his teammates a few feet away yell. honestly, you’re not even sure if they’re cheering him on or booing him, but you do hear a whistle from behind.
light breaths of air escape your lips as you giggle, “i’m here for my boyfriend.”
and he scoffs, the smug bastard. “i don’t see him anywhere. looks like you’re all mine for tonight.” calloused hands reach over to you, his arms flexing subtly at the tenseness built up over the game.
“hmm, i don’t know…” you look down, swaying ever so slightly as you put up a bashful pretense.
the blonde laughs, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he traps you in an embrace. “you ‘nd your games,” he says, kissing your forehead.
you squeal and pull away to no avail, his large arms wrapping around you like a blanket. “you started it! ‘tsumu, you’re all sweaty!” you drag out the last syllable, half teasing. it was true, his jersey was halfway wet like he’d been caught in the rain.
“shhh, stop resisting. your boyfriend might see.” atsumu teases, all while continuing to pepper you with kisses. the noise from the crowd and his teammates are blocked out, atsumu’s world limiting itself to you and him only.
a pretty girl and a championship. looks like atsumu’s going home with two victories tonight.
bokuto post-match &&& ushijima post-match
Being in a situationship with Iwaizumi where he is fully convinced you two have been dating. You and Iwa had been in what you would call an exclusive talking stage for over a month now. Your friends always teased you for how cute and clueless you and your "boyfriend" were. You hated reminding them that technically you and Iwaizumi weren't together officially. There was no labels, you two just went on dates and talked (which is basically dating but you still wanted your man to ask you to be his) You were going to finally confront Iwaizumi about where you two stood when he picked you up from work. You were slightly nervous to hear his response. What if he didn't see you as relationship worthy? You didn't think Iwa was someone who dated around to waste time, but with this generation of guys you never know. You walk up to where he's standing outside of your workplace to see him chatting to someone on his phone. You walk up to him and mouth a little hi as you wait for him to finish his phone call. Your face flushes as you hear Iwa tell the other person on the line hurriedly "I'll take to you later Shittykawa, my girlfriend just got out of work." He hangs up the phone without waiting for his friend's response, but you still hear an indignant "Hey!" before the line cuts out. Iwa wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you softly, only pulling away to excuse himself for being on the phone. Your face flushes harder as you weakly ask him "Since when?" He confusedly states "Well he called me like ten minutes before I got he-" You cut him off to clarify "Since when have I been your girlfriend?" He looks utterly lost as he processes your words. Were you not his girlfriend? "Since our first date?" You shake your head slightly and remind him "You never asked me to be your girlfriend on our first date." He looks even more wrecked as he asks "I was supposed to ask?" I guess your friends were right, you two are clueless.