in descending order: short fics/drabbles > headcanons > multicharacter > AUs. categories may overlap. everything is sfw.
ā = personal fave
shortĀ fics/drabbles
plum (things borrowed and things given) by @passiontruit ā
ding! by @noomon
you told me to do it scared by @ktsumu
midnight in the sky by @lou-struck
in a world of boys, heās a gentleman by @irisintheafterglow ā
you put hajime onto reading by @selarina
moving out of california with him by @kairakeiji
ride or die type by @wonderoustime
heās your pretty boy by @heich0e ā
home is where the heart is (and his heart belongs to you) by @kitashousewife
ā uni meet cute
greatest gift by @softeninglooks ā
hold me, never let go (listen to this song by rocco) by @shoulmate
i donāt even mind by @nejibaby
worth being second best by @bokutosmochi ā
ā general headcanons
ā bf iwa headcanons + filo!iwa extra at the end
THE university hajime fic of all time. by @arhvste ā
endearing things hajime does by @angelatsumu
with two hands to hold aka the hajime fic ever by @seiwas āĀ
ā third sunday of june (i think of this one every fatherās dayā¦)
change is bittersweet by @monstrsball
soft domesticity with iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer by @xoxojisu
neighbour!iwaizumi by @eightonenine
iwaizumi hajime fluff by @doggywoofwoof
iwaizumi cries when you walk down the aisle by @evamame
ā taking care of you while youāre exhausted
ā look of love
ā iwaizumi attacking you with wet kisses all over
spotlight by @dearruĀ
destined to meet by @twiishaaĀ
hear you out by @stellar-haikyuuĀ
a very worried man by @ottocreĀ
headcanons
fluffy headcanons by @bumpkinnnnn
uni hajime brain dump by @mysterystarz
boyfriend headcanons by @miya-rin
boyfriend iwaizumi headcanons by @tetsunova
multicharacter
bad day comfort by @rishiguro
mutual crush by @quirrrky
mornings with the hq boys by @caernys
intimidating looking boys by @omitea
ācuteā boyfriends by @lumiinix
cooking headcanons by @ayyyez
love languages by @sapphicshav
kdrama cliches by @atsumulogy
mafia au by @lausterdomyamong
how the haikyuu boys fall in love by @ahtsumu
which haikyuu boys are good with kids (user deactivated) ā
asking him ācan you hold me?ā by @kageyuji
what does home feel like? by @yamagucji ā
filipino!iwaizumi
pamamanhikan with timeskip!half-filipino!iwaizumi hajime by @mahalsuya
filipino iwa headcanons by @akakeiji
filipino iwa headcanons by @sunatunaroll
paraluman! (half filo!iwa headcanons) by @blockedbykei
heās a baby whisperer by aeonmnei (oh that's me..)
ā filo!iwa hcs pt1 & part 2
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Haii, if you had to pick between KyÅtani, Fukunaga, and Tanaka, which one would it be? (Sorry, just questioning, they are like my favorites! As you can see Fukunaga as my favorite on my blogs.)
Ėāā§ź°į iwaizumi hajime head canons and little scenarios since his birthday is tmmr ! ą»ź±ā§āĖ
warnings; cursing uhh and i honestly think thatās it enjoy !
not really proof read !
ā¢ heās not big on celebrating his birthday, but you know how to make him feel special without throwing such big parties
ā¢ heās also not fond of surprises, gets irritated when shittykawa tries to throw them
ā¢ hajime came home after practice to find all of the big lights shut off & his favorite candle lit up on the kitchen table near the front door
he slips off his shoes and tosses his bag to the side, sweat sliding down from his forehead to his chest which leaks into his shirt.
āy/n?ā he yelled out loud enough for it to echo through the house and for you to hear him.
he takes a few steps forward before you walk out of the bedroom and stop in front of him, youāre in his shirt, pj shorts and some socks.
āhiā you spoke out softly.
hajime stands there with his gaze soft all over you while taking in your slightly sweet aroma, the way your perfume and body wash collide with each other, enhancing the scent.
āhappy birthday!ā you shout out to him.
you sort of startled him but not enough for it to be noticeable that he snapped out of his admiration.
hajime takes a few small steps toward you before pulling you into a hug, leaning his face into the snug of your neck and his arms resting around your waist.
āthank you, i love youā he murmured against you.
you smile then respond with, āi love you too haj, youāre welcomeā
ā¢ you like to help him get settled after practice by already having his stuff laid out for him, clothes & deodorant
ā¢ as he headed into the bathroom he saw that the light was off, there was an epson salt bath waiting for him with candles lit & his favorite drink sitting on bathtub caddy.
ā¢ you stood in the kitchen and prepared his favorite dinner as he calmly dipped himself into the warm tub
ā¢ youāve prepared his plate, setting it down on the dining table before peaking your head into the bathroom
you spoke softly, āyour dinner is resting on the table dearā
he looked over at you and smiled softly, āthank youā he mouthed.
as you walked slowly back into the kitchen you started to prepare your own plate.
hajime groaned softly as he gently lifted himself out of the tub, wrapping the towel from the rack around his waist
I he walked into the bedroom across the hall and dried off before putting on his clothes and applying a few swipes of deodorant under each armpit.
āshitā¦ā he sighed before setting the deodorant down on the dresser and walking out of the room
you stood there at the counter finishing preparing your plate
he stood there looking you up and down before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist gently.
his head dropped down to the corner of your neck before he spoke out against it, āthank youā
you smiled to yourself for a second, placing your arms over his where theyāre placed.
āyouāre welcome hajiā you spoke back softly.
ā¢ after dinner, you two laid & cuddled up on the couch with a blanket draped over you both.
all of the lights were off, and the only sounds were you two breathing and noises coming from the television
hajime couldnāt keep his eyes open any longer but honestly, neither could you so you both drifted to sleep as the movie continued to play itās last final minutes.
iwaizumi never made a big deal out of his birthday.
even growing up, it was always simple. a cake from his parents, a loud call from oikawa that usually turned into an argument within five minutes, and maybe dinner somewhere decent if he wasnāt too busy with practice.
so when he wakes up that morning to the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair, he assumes itāll be another normal day.
his eyes crack open slowly.
youāre smiling down at him softly, sunlight spilling across your face from the curtains behind you.
āhappy birthday,ā you whisper.
iwaizumi stares for a second, still half asleep, before groaning quietly and pulling the blanket over his face.
āsātoo earlyā¦ā
you laugh immediately. āitās nine in the morning.ā
āexactly.ā
despite his complaining, he reaches one arm out from beneath the blanket until he finds your waist, tugging you down beside him.
his voice comes out rough with sleep when he presses his face into your shoulder.
āyou better not have planned anything embarrassing.ā
ādepends.ā
he narrows his eyes without lifting his head. āthatās not reassuring.ā
āi think youāll survive.ā
he grumbles something under his breath, but his hand stays warm against your hip, thumb rubbing lazily against your side while he wakes up properly.
that alone tells you enough.
because hajime iwaizumi is not dramatic with affection.
he doesnāt make speeches or cling or ask for reassurance outright.
instead, he lingers.
he keeps touching you in quiet little ways. pulls you closer. rests his chin on your shoulder. looks at you longer than usual when he thinks you arenāt paying attention.
and today, heās doing all of it.
by noon, heās suspicious.
mostly because you keep disappearing into other rooms and refusing to answer questions.
āwhy are you acting weird?ā he asks as he leans against the kitchen counter.
āiām literally standing here.ā
āyeah, weirdly.ā
you point a spatula at him. āgo sit down.ā
āthat sounds threatening.ā
āhajime.ā
he snorts quietly but obeys anyway, dropping onto the couch with his arms crossed.
a few minutes later, you appear carrying a small cake.
not huge. not professionally decorated. slightly uneven frosting near the edges.
completely homemade.
his expression changes instantly.
āyou made that?ā
āmaybe.ā
āyou hate baking.ā
āthatās what makes this meaningful.ā
he stares at the cake for another second before looking back at you, softer now.
thereās your favorite candles stuck crookedly into the top because the store had run out of plain ones. the frosting color is slightly messy. one side looks like it nearly collapsed at some point.
itās perfect.
you place it down carefully on the table in front of him.
āmake a wish.ā
he sighs dramatically. āyouāre lucky i love you.ā
āyou absolutely adore me.ā
ādebatable.ā
but heās smiling.
really smiling.
the kind that crinkles at the corners and makes him look younger somehow.
you sing quietly while he shakes his head in embarrassment the entire time.
when he blows the candles out, you clap for him anyway.
āhumiliating,ā he mutters.
āyou survived.ā
ābarely.ā
you laugh, moving to cut the cake, but pause when you feel his hand catch your wrist gently.
āhey.ā
you glance back.
his expression softens again, quieter this time.
āthanks.ā
simple words.
but from him, they mean everything.
later that evening, the apartment is calm.
the dishes are done. the leftover cake is sitting crookedly in the fridge. some random movie plays softly in the background that neither of you are really paying attention to.
iwaizumi sits between your legs on the couch while you comb your fingers through his hair.
he practically melts against you.
āyouāre spoiled,ā you mumble.
āearned it.ā
āoh?ā
āmhm.ā
he tilts his head back slightly so he can look at you upside down.
āiām an excellent boyfriend.ā
you burst out laughing. āthe confidence?ā
āitās true.ā
āyou threatened a cashier last week because they gave me the wrong drink.ā
āthey made you sad.ā
āi was mildly disappointed.ā
āsame thing.ā
you shake your head affectionately, smoothing down a piece of his hair.
his eyes close again almost immediately.
comfortable silence settles between you for a while before he suddenly speaks again.
ābest birthday iāve had.ā
your fingers pause.
āreally?ā
āyeah.ā
his voice is quieter now. more honest.
ādidnāt have to do a bunch of stuff. didnāt have people bothering me all day.ā he shrugs lightly. ājust got to be here with you.ā
your chest aches a little at how sincere he sounds.
because thatās the thing about iwaizumi.
he loves in steady ways.
safe ways.
the kind that settle into your bones before you even realize itās happened.
you lean down, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead.
āgood,ā you whisper.
his hand reaches up immediately, finding yours and intertwining your fingers together.
ācāmere.ā
āiām literally holding you already.ā
ācloser.ā
you laugh softly but shift anyway, letting him pull you tighter against his chest this time.
he hums in satisfaction.
a few seconds later, you feel him press a sleepy kiss against the back of your hand.
ālove you,ā he murmurs.
the words come naturally from him now. easy. certain.
you smile instantly.
ālove you too, birthday boy.ā
ānever call me that again.ā
āokay, birthday boy.ā
he groans loudly while you laugh into his shoulder, and despite all his complaints, his arms only tighten around you more.
seijoh4 minus iwaizumi traps you in your own apartment so they could gift you to iwaizumi.
wc: 1.4k, no idc if them living tgt donāt make sense.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA-CHAN :3
the scent of oikawaās overpriced cologne was the first indicator that security had been breached. the second indicator was the colossal, neon-pink satin ribbon currently being looped around your torso with the frantic urgency of a group of teenagers trying to wrap a fragile porcelain vase before their parents got home.
āhold still, y/n-chan! if the bow isnāt symmetrical, the entire aesthetic integrity of the birthday surprise is compromised!ā oikawa hissed, his fingers flying through the silky fabric as he knotted it around your waist.
āyouāre going to suffocate her, you idiot,ā matsukawa muttered from the corner, leaning against your kitchen counter while casually eating one of your strawberries. āand if she dies, iwaizumi will literally liquefy our bones and drink them like a protein shake.ā
āiām executing a flawless vision!ā oikawa protested, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
you were sitting on your own living room rug, thoroughly bound from the waist up in a massive, glossy pink bow. you looked like a very expensive, slightly confused gift basket. the aoba johsai third-years had broken into your apartment exactly twenty minutes ago under the guise of āintelligent birthday operations,ā and instead of screaming for help, you had mostly just been impressed by how fast hanamaki could tie a double-knot.
āhonestly, i feel like a fancy ham,ā you said, shifting slightly to see if you could move your arms. you couldnāt. they were pinned quite securely to your sides. āis the candlelit dinner really necessary if i canāt even pick up a fork?ā
āiwa-chan will feed you,ā oikawa said, waving his hand dismissively as he lit the final tea light on your coffee table. they had cleared away your textbooks, replaced them with a white tablecloth, and ordered an obscene amount of high-end takeout. āin fact, he will probably view this as the greatest day of his entire mortal existence. now, quiet! i hear his footsteps. everyone, to the balcony!ā
in a flurry of squeaking sneakers and hushed arguments about who was stepping on whose feet, the three boys scrambled out through your glass doors, shutting the curtains behind them just as the front doorknob jiggled.
the door swung open.
iwaizumi stepped into the apartment, his shoulders tense and his brow furrowed in that permanent, default scowl he wore whenever he had been left alone with oikawa for more than five minutes. he was carrying his gym bag, looking thoroughly exhausted by the mere concept of his own birth anniversary.
āoikawa, if you hid my keys in the bushes again, iām going toāā
he stopped dead in his tracks.
the apartment was dimly lit, glowing with the soft, flickering warmth of a dozen tiny candles. the scent of cherry blossoms and spicy takeout filled the air. and there, sitting precisely in the center of the room, was you. wrapped in a giant pink bow like a prize-winning show pony.
iwaizumiās brain stalled. his brain completely derailed, flew off the tracks, and exploded into a spectacular fireball of adoration. his gym bag slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. his eyes dilated so fast they looked entirely black, his chest heaving as his lungs suddenly forgot how to extract oxygen from the atmosphere.
āhey,ā you said softly, giving him a little helpless wiggle of your shoulders. āhappy birthday.ā
the sound of your voice seemed to snap a cord inside him. iwaizumi was across the room in a fraction of a second, dropping to his knees before you with a force that rattled the floorboards. his hands hovered over you, trembling slightly, utterly terrified of touching you too hard but looking so intensely starved for your presence that it was borderline feral.
āwhat did they do to you?ā his voice was a raw, low rasp, thick with a terrifying amount of protective instinct. his fingers immediately went to the knot of the ribbon, his knuckles brushing against your ribs, sending a massive jolt of electricity straight down your spine. āare you hurt? did that dumbass hurt you? iāll kill him. iāll bury him in the school yard.ā
āiām fine, i promise,ā you giggled, the sound light and bubbly in the quiet room. āthey didnāt hurt me at all. oikawa was very specific about not wrinkling my shirt. they wanted to give you a proper present.ā
iwaizumiās gaze locked onto yours, and the sheer, crushing weight of his devotion was enough to make your breath catch. he looked at you the way an ancient, desperate traveler might look at an oasis after a century in the desert. thereās a terrifying, beautiful affection in his eyesāa silent admission that you held his entire heart in your hands, and if you squeezed even a little bit, he would gladly disintegrate into dust for you.
āyouāre the only present i want,ā he muttered, his voice dropping so deep it resonated in your chest. his thumbs stroked over the fabric of the ribbon, his eyes tracking the line of the pink silk up to your collarbone, before snapping back to your lips with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. āyou shouldnāt be wrapped up like this. it makes me want to lock you in this room and never let anyone else look at you again.ā
your heart did a violent, joyful flip-flop against your ribs. āis that a threat, iwaizumi?ā
āitās a promise that once it happens again, i wonāt hold back,ā he growled softly, finally tugging the golden knot loose.
the ribbon slithered off your shoulders like water, pooling around your hips in a mess of pink satin. the moment your arms were free, iwaizumi didnāt waste another millisecond. he surged forward, his massive, calloused hands framing your face with a tenderness that completely contradicted his terrifying expression. his palms were warm, his thumbs sweeping over your cheekbones as if he were trying to memorize the texture of your skin for the rest of eternity.
when his lips met yours, it was less of a casual kiss and more of a total spiritual surrender.
he kissed you with desperate, heavy hunger, his mouth moving over yours with a frantic need to consume and be consumed. it was a bruising, deeply romantic sort of worship. he groaned against your mouth, his fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck to pull you even closer, erasing every single millimeter of space between your bodies.
you wrapped your newly freed arms around his neck, pulling yourself up into his lap. he welcomed the weight instantly, his strong beefy arms locking around your waist like iron bands, anchoring you to him as if he were terrified you might evaporate into thin air if he loosened his grip by a single fraction.
āgod, you taste so good,ā he mumbled against your lips, peppering short, hard kisses along your jawline, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. āiām losing my mind. youāre going to kill me one day, i swear to god.ā
āyouāre doing great for a dead guy,ā you whispered, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the crisp, comforting scent of sweat and laundry detergent that was uniquely him. you nipped gently at his earlobe, feeling the sudden, violent shudder that went through his massive frame.
ādonāt do that unless you want this table knocked over,ā he warned, his voice incredibly thick as his hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin through your clothes with a possessive strength that made your toes curl. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes burning with a liquid, molten heat. āi mean it. iām so crazy about you itās actually making me sick.ā
āgood,ā you said, reaching up to smooth down the unruly spikes of his dark hair, your fingers lingering on his forehead. ābecause iām not planning on letting you go anytime soon.ā
he stared at you, his expression softening into something so purely, profoundly tender that it looked almost painful for him to hold. he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he just breathed you in, his thumbs tracing slow, heavy circles against your waist.
āhappy birthday, hajime.ā
āitās a happy birthday now,ā he murmured, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering seal of absolute devotion.
from the balcony, a faint, muffled snicker broke the silence, followed by the distinct sound of oikawa being violently elbowed in the ribs by matsukawa.
iwaizumi didnāt even open his eyes, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction more as a small, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. āignore them. if they stay out there long enough, theyāll freeze, and then i can throw them into the trash incinerator tomorrow morning.ā
n: sweet, sweet iwa. happy birthday :3
i have a discord server haha hi guys :3 we got a tag thanks to eme, soup, and maddy !
tattoo artist! iwaizumi hajime x nail artist! reader
oh no! you own the nail salon next to iwaizumi's tattoo shop.
what do we do? him!
my masterlist
warnings // reader is female im so sorry it just flowed out of me, swearing, mentions of drunk men, smoking, kys jokes, a gun, mentioned AI once but u need to understand i will never use it
miyako's notes // i shat this out bc i couldn't stop thinking about tattoo artist! iwaizumi but i couldn't sit and outline a whole story for it IM SORRY
shoutoutz to @dumdogs and @lilylilylilylilysstuff for enabling me
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who loves it when you borrow his hoodies, then return them full of your own natural scent.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who buys hoodies just so you could steal them and wear them on top of your uniform.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who just grins when you borrow hoodies from him, then hands you your favorite drink or food with it.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who loves it when you come to his home and away games wearing his hoodie, cheering him on as best as you could.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who swore to always find you in every life time just to smell your scent on his clothes, to imagine your arms wrap around him.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who purchased a gray hoodie in his size to give to you on your anniversary.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who gets teased by oikawa, mattsun, and makki for being an absolute simp for you.
so who wouldāve thought boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime would turn into ex!iwaizumi hajime while he hugs you tight after you wear the hoodie he gifted you, sobbing on your shoulder with you frozen in his hold.
āiām sorry, y/n. iāll come back for you, okay? i promise. i just canāt pass on this opportunity.. iāll be better for both of us, i promise you.ā
ex!iwaizumi hajime who kisses you for the last time, puts his cologne on his your hoodie, and swears to come back.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who couldnāt look at you as you beg him to work it out with you instead. pleading that you can take it even if heās studying far away, he just kisses your forehead while crying.
āiāll be back for you, my sweet girl.ā
ex!iwaizumi hajime who studies hard abroad only thinking of you. he has all your photos; on his gym bag, his backpack, on his nightstand, on his desk, a poster of you and him plastered on his wall, a picture of you smiling in his wallet, and a heart locket with separate photos of you and him in it so when he closes it, you both kiss.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who always stalks your social media and smiles when he sees that youāre still rocking his hoodie, one of the strings in between your teeth as you hold a peace sign.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who always likes your photos but never texts you to keep himself strong because once he does, heās sure heāll go home in an instant.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who actively repelled women by showing them your photo and a ring saying heās engaged (he bought one for him and for you, but you donāt know that yet).
ex!iwaizumi hajime who giggles like a school girl when you like his photos in social media, blush coating his cheeks.
ex!iwaizumi hajime whoās still mutuals with you on instagram just to post gym pictures on his close friends only with your account in it.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who goes back to japan once heās finished with his studies and immediately runs to your house, not caring about the absolute motion sickness he just had.
ex!iwaizumi hajime who looks at youāwhoās as gorgeous as ever and wearing his hoodieāand runs to your arms, then breaks down sobbing.
āiā oh god, youāre gorgeous. i missed you so much, soā so so much. iām sorry i leftā iā i wanted to be good for you, to be able to provide for you once were older. i couldnāt afford to go in contact with you because i knewā i knew that once i did, iāll run back to you. i justā i love you so much, y/n. pleaseā please take me back. iām nothing without you.ā
ex!iwaizumi hajime who relaxes once you kiss his forehead and says, āi told you iāll support you in any decision youād make, right, haji? thatās one of them. youāre still a cry baby for me, huh? how would tÅru, mattsun, and makki react to this?ā you caress his face with a teasing smile despite the tears rolling down your face.
boyfriend?iwaizumi hajime who scoffs through hiccups at your teasing, āwhatever.ā and before you could quip back grabs your faceāoh so gentlyāand smashes his lips against yours.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who lets out a sigh of relief between kisses as you kiss him back while he pours all his longing into you. his tongue slips in your mouth, finding yours with a little to no effort. one of his hands slowly moving to tangle his fingers through your hair to tilt your head to the side.
boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime who sheds a last tear and smiles in the kiss, pulling back just a little to say, āi love you so much. i told you iād come back.ā
you giggle, āi love you more, haji. and i told you, iām here waiting.ā
a/n: aha, i was slightly sobbing cs the song was playing..
Pinoy!Sejioh4 and how they tell the jeepney driver to "para" (Stop the ride)
āOikawa Tooru
Oikawa is an early riser, but that doesn't mean he makes it to school on time. This man's morning routine is ridiculously long. Skin care, hair care, leg care, you name it.
Which is why Iwaizumi has to kick his door down and drag him to the road so they can ride the jeep to school together. But in some cases, Iwaizumi gets fed up and leaves without him, so he ends up riding a jeep with full passengers and is left to stand and hang by the entrance instead of sitting down inside, which messes up his hair.
He's too scared to jump out without telling the driver to stop.
"ACK-! ANG HANGIN DITO-! KUYA-! PARA PO-! KUYA? PARA!! KUYA LUMAGPAS NA PO! NARIRINIG MO BA AKO KUYA-?!"
Translation:
"ACK-! IT'S SO WINDY OUT HERE-! SIR-! THIS IS MY STOP-! SIR? MY STOP-! SIR, I MISSED MY STOP! CAN YOU EVEN HEAR ME?!
āIwaizumi Hajime (Padilla)
Iwaizumi is pretty punctual. He sleeps and wakes up at the right time. He cooks breakfast for himself, takes a shower, dresses up, then rides the jeep to schoolā assuming a certain someone isn't taking their precious time with their morning routine.
On some occasions that Iwaizumi has given up on waiting for Oikawa to get ready, he just rides the jeep by himself with a scowl on his face. One time, he got so agitated that he accidentally yelled at the group of guys beside him for being too loud. The whole jeep went silent until he got off.
"Tsk, manong! para na po, kainis..."
Translation:
"Tsk, this is my stop, Sir! How annoying..."
Matsukawa Issei
Matsukawa is a simple man. He gets up, he showers, he gets dressed and walks towards Hanamaki's house to ride the jeep to school together. Only to realize that Hanamaki also got up and went to his house, meaning these two num-nuts have to ride the jeep on their own.
When Matsukawa rides the jeep, it starts out empty, and then, after some time, it becomes full. He ended up being squished between a fat middle-aged man and this girl who had ridiculously long hair that was hitting his face because of the wind. He tries to tell the driver to stop but his mouth is full of hair
"This is my stoāHAāACK *cough* E-excuse meā! *cough* MISSā! *cough* YOUR HAIR!
Hanamaki Takahiro
Hanamaki and Matsukawa agreed to ride the jeep to school together tomorrow, but they didn't talk about where they'd meet, so logically, he did what any guy would do, instead of texting, He decided to go Matsukawa's house to meet him there. Except, that was the wrong move as Matsukawa seemingly had the same idea as him.
So here he is, inside a jeepā or rather, hanging by the entrance of the jeep. The jeepney is still running when he got off, so instead of signaling the driver that he's getting off, he thanks him. The driver thinks it's nice of him until he realizes that Hanamaki didn't pay for the ride.
"Matsala Kuyaaaa *Jumps down*"
Translation:
"Ariga-thank you, Sirrr *jumps down*"
A/n: Matsukawa's situation happens to me all the time when I ride a jeep
Fun fact: what Hanamaki did is something called "1 2 3" it's basically done by most teenage boys where they hang by the entrance of the jeep and then count 1,2,3 before jumping out without paying the driver for the ride. Why is that a thing in my country? I have no idea. Have I done it myself? No, I have no balls.
does kumano interact with any other schools besides karasuno
Aoba Johsai: Kumano is placed pretty close to that school, and because of that, the two schools tend to rival with one another. In both academic and athletic sports. Not to mention, the volleyball coaches: Okimoto and Irihata are close friends, so they call for practice matches whenever they can.
Shiratorizawa: Kumano went up against Shiratorizawa in the interhigh preliminaries, of course they lost. Also they had a practice match once, but that was during the start of the yearā¦ Coach Washijo wasnāt pleased or impressed with Kumanos performance, so he didnāt bother requesting another practice match with them in the future.
Date Tech: they had a few practice matches. They both go head to head in terms of defense. You could say both schools enjoy going against each other due to their āstubborn playstylesā. But of course, in terms of offense: Kumano takes the win, which grants them the advantage
Johzenji: One practice match throughout the whole year. The whole thing was just a game (literally) at the point, you couldnāt even call it a practice match. Both players were either beefing or playing around too much that not much was being done.
