Haikyuu Things

A blog dedicated to Haikyuu. This is not spoiler free. We do art and fics and such.

[loafspoon]

Alright so I saw this:

Immediately thought of this:

And naturally spent like an hour making this via MSPaint:

Forgive me, Father, for I have no fucking clue what my life is anymore.

[haikyuufuckyeah]

In-toxic-ated

Akaashi wasn’t quite sure why he had agreed to go out drinking with Bokuto, but he was definitely sure that he regretted doing so.

Akaashi wasn’t quite sure why he had agreed to go out drinking with Bokuto, but he was definitely sure that he regretted doing so. Having no alcohol himself, he watched Bokuto sink deeper and deeper into drunkenness as the night wore on. Eventually, he took his captain by the arm and dragged him back to his house. Bokuto’s parents were conveniently not home, allowing them to enter without question, but that meant Akaashi had to look after his drunken teammate alone. He dumped Bokuto in the kitchen and leaned against the counter with a sigh, ignoring his friend in favor of staring at the floor. He could stay here, probably get no sleep, and make sure Bokuto was okay; he could leave Bokuto to fend for himself and go to sleep on the couch, but risk his captain injuring himself or falling asleep on top of him; or he could go home, and have Bokuto end up sad and confused in the morning. As inconvenient as it was, the third option was definitely the worst. Akaashi would have to stay here.

Plan decided, Akaashi’s attention shifted back to Bokuto. He had found a bottle of vodka while Akaashi had been thinking, and was working on pouring some into a shot glass. A good portion of it was landing on the counter or his hand rather than glass, though, and his younger teammate decided that Bokuto should probably be cut off for the night.

“Enough.” Akaashi stepped forward, taking the bottle from his captain. “Can you even form sentences any more?” Examining the bottle, Akaashi discovered that it was actually nice vodka. He would have to make sure Bokuto didn’t get his hands on any more, his parents probably wouldn’t approve of their underage son drinking their expensive alcohol. Bokuto whined when the bottle was taken away, but instantly distracted himself by downing the shot he had poured. Akaashi shook his head with a tiny smile: Bokuto’s mood swings were even worse when he was drunk.

“Hey, Keiji…” Akaashi looked up. Bokuto didn’t usually call him by his first name, but they were alone and he was drunk off his ass, so Keiji wasn’t surprised.

“What, Kotaro?” May as well respond in the same way, Keiji decided. It wasn’t like the captain was going to remember this, anyway.

“You ever… Y’ever heard of Britney Speaks?”

“Do you mean Britney Spears?”

“Yeahh… Yeah. Her. You know ‘er?”

“I’ve heard her name.”

Kotaro grinned at him and stumbled out to the living room, tripping over the rug on his way. He stood up with a laugh and kept walking until he reached the other side of the room. Keiji watched with concern but disinterest. He was honestly surprised Kotaro hadn’t managed to break anything yet. The captain reached his destination, looking around for a few moments before whining and grumbling that he had forgotten something. He made his way back to Keiji, picking up an iPod from the shelf nearby. He turned to his teammate and winked, then noticed the bottle of vodka still in Keiji’s hand.

“Hey, have some fun! ‘S not that bad.” Kotaro told his classmate with an intoxicated grin. Keiji raised an eyebrow skeptically, but agreed to have a sip with a bit more prodding from his captain. He poured some into a shot glass like the one Kotaro had been using, then recapped and set down the bottle. He picked up the little glass reluctantly, now entirely ignoring Kotaro, then shut his eyes and downed it. Bluh. It was bitter and nasty, and burned the back of his throat as he swallowed. Blinking his stinging eyes, he fought back a shudder as he turned back to his captain. He was never doing that again.

Kotaro had made it back across the room, iPod in hand. He turned around to watch Keiji take his shot, though, and grinned when he had finished.

“See? I told you it wasn’ that bad.” he said upon seeing Keiji’s usual emotionless expression. Keiji didn’t respond, instead moving out of the kitchen and perching on the edge of the couch. Kotaro grinned at him, plugging his iPod into a pair of speakers and struggling to enter the passcode to get to his music.

Keiji decided that sight was pitiful, and allowed himself to stand up to help his captain. He took the device from Kotaro, then stared at the passcode screen for a moment. Kotaro was simple-minded; it was probably a pattern or a birthday. September 20, 1998 was the captain’s birthday, so maybe 0998? Ninth month, year ‘98. He entered the code and unlocked the iPod, then handed it back to his captain. Kotaro was to inebriated to care that Keiji had figured out his password, and just grinned at the setter before turning his attention to the device. Keiji sat back down on the couch again while the captain scrolled through his music, then jumped a little when music started playing.

Kotaro set down his iPod and immediately started dancing. Horribly, obviously, but he kept dancing regardless. Keiji recognized the song as “Toxic,” by Britney Spears. He didn’t react to either the song or the dancing until Kotaro started singing along. He kept up his dance as well and started getting progressively closer to Keiji, singing specifically to him. Keiji allowed himself a little chuckle, watching his captain with an amused expression. Kotaro grinned when he laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up to join the dance. Keiji sighed, letting himself be pulled to his feet but neither dancing or singing.

“C’mon, Keiji! Sing with me!” Kotaro took a break from singing to tell his teammate.  He immediately resumed the song, but didn’t know the words for that verse. He opted instead for a random series of “Buh duh dee doo dah dah!” then continued singing to the instrumental part once the words ended. Keiji actually smiled at that, allowing another laugh to pass his lips. Kotaro was ecstatic that he had managed to get Keiji to smile, and continued singing with twice the enthusiasm. He managed to pull Keiji into the dance with him, just about forcing the setter to move. Keiji reluctantly obliged, causing Kotaro to beg him to sing along. Rolling his eyes, Keiji muttered a couple words. If he didn’t sing, Kotaro would sulk again. If he did, he would be embarrassed but the captain probably wouldn’t remember anyway. The second option was better, then.

Kotaro sang louder as Keiji began to mouth the words, proud that he had succeeded in making his straight-faced setter sing. Much to Keiji’s relief, the song ended soon after. Kotaro frowned when the music shut off, but smiled again as he let himself be dragged to his room by Keiji. He collapsed onto his bed, but wouldn’t let go of Keiji’s wrist. A few more scenarios ran through the setters head: pull away and risk a sad Kotaro, stand there until the captain fell asleep and then run, or just give up and fall asleep next to him? Keiji grudgingly decided on the third option; it caused the least trouble. Kotaro giggled drunkenly when Keiji carefully lay down, but stopped the setter as he tried to move to the opposite side of the bed by latching onto him like a teddy bear. Keiji sighed, but made no attempt to move. They fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, Keiji found himself still latched onto by Kotaro. He tried to move aside carefully to get some water, but stopped when the captain woke up.

“Mornin’, Keiji…” Kotaro yawned.

“Hey, Kotaro.”

Kotaro surprised him with a little laugh. “I didn’t know you knew the words to ‘Toxic’.”

Keiji stuttered. “You mean you actually remember that?”

“I wasn’t as drunk as I seemed.” the captain responded, sitting up. “See, I have a very high alcohol tolerance! One of the best I know of-” he cringed, slouching again and holding his head. “But I get a horrible hangover… Would you mind getting me some water?”

Keiji stared at him for a moment, not surprised. Was there anything about himself that Kotaro wasn’t proud of? He allowed himself a little smile. What a simple-minded guy.

“Sure, Kotaro. I’ll go get you some water.”

[haikyuufuckyeah]

High Note

In which Hinata and Kageyama are theater nerds, but Hinata doesn’t get a lot of practice time one on one. Special guest appearance of Tsukishima.

Rehearsal had started about a month ago. Kageyama wasn’t a big part of the show; he sang a little in the ensemble and acted as an extra. Mainly, he worked on sets and costumes or helped other actors with their blocking or lines.

Hinata didn’t have a massive part either, but he had a few lines and a couple parts in some of the songs. The director wasn’t quite sure what to do with him, though, since he had such a unique voice. According to him, Hinata’s voice wasn’t high enough for the high notes but wasn’t low enough for the lower ones. He mostly left Hinata to practice on his own, and knew that he would be ready by the time opening night came up.

Tsukishima neither acted nor sang, but played the piano in the background. He was bound to helping those who asked for help, which unfortunately forced him to work with Hinata quite a bit. Regardless of the jokes and jibes Tsukishima threw at him, Hinata just kept practicing. He seemed accustomed to the rudeness that came with it.

It was nearly the end of rehearsal when Hinata asked Tsukishima to practice again. Just about everyone had already gone home, other than them and Kageyama who was working diligently on a set piece. Tsukishima reluctantly agreed, earning a grin from Hinata as he took his place in front of Tsukki’s piano.

“I’m making you sing the high part, alright?” He growled at the redhead. Mainly because he enjoyed hearing Hinata’s voice crack, but partly because he needed practice on that part himself.

Hinata shrugged. “Fine.” The music started, Hinata’s heels tapping the ground as he bounced along to the beat. Tsukki ignored him and focused on playing, keeping the beat steady, the tune right, the music together. Hinata began to sing.

He didn’t have a very good voice, but it sounded nice once you got used to it. His tone started out soft, growing louder and stronger as the song went on. Tsukki glanced up at his sheet music with a smirk. They had always been interrupted before this part. He had never gotten to hear Hinata try to hit the high note. He shut his eyes with a smile and kept playing, finally tuning in to Hinata’s voice.

Kageyama had been ignoring them for the most part, focused only on what he was making. He started to pay attention when he stopped recognizing the song, though. Had they never practiced this part before? Weird. He turned his attention back to his work, but kept listening to the song.

Hinata was singing automatically at this point, barely realizing what he was saying. He knew every word, every note, every beat of this song. He barely had to pay attention. He did realize, though, that the high note was coming up. He had never really tried to hit it before; he was usually singing this song quietly and couldn’t reach it. But the theater was nearly empty now; he could be as loud as he needed. Carefully singing the crescendo preceding the note, he finished at the right moment and took a deep breath, then hit the note dead on. It was strange, really. He shouldn’t be able to hit that note. It wasn’t in his range. But he had done it. Hinata took another breath, ready to start the next line of the song, then suddenly realized that the music had stopped.

“Hey, what’s the-” He turned to see Tsukishima staring at him in awe. Hinata blinked, confused. It was the first time Tsukki had openly stared at him, without interrupting himself with a clever joke. Turning around, Hinata saw Kageyama also staring at him. He had dropped his paint brush and looked awestruck.

“How…” he muttered. “How the hell did you just hit that note?!” Kageyama’s voice came out louder than he had intended, but he didn’t care. He was amazed. No guy in the entire theater production could hit that note, and this tiny dude with a crappy voice had just nailed it? It was impossible.

Tsukki recovered, smoothly sliding in a short joke. “I’m wondering the same thing. It really is the only thing high about him, though.”

Hinata was about to turn around and tell Tsukishima that he was late, but Kageyama was faster. He jumped to his feet, fists clenched and teeth grit.

“As if you could hit that note, Tsukishima. Don’t you ever get sick of making lousy jokes? Also, your music sounded horrible.” he told the blonde, grabbing Hinata’s wrist. “Hinata, come with me.”

Hinata stuttered, but let himself be dragged away. He managed to grab his bag on the way out, luckily, but Kageyama didn’t let go of him even once they had left the building.

“Hey! Kageyama! Let go of me!”

No response.

“Ow, that hurts! Kageyama! Let go!”

Kageyama kept walking, not loosening his grip at all.

“Kageyama Tobio, let go!!” Kageyama stopped short, letting Hinata pull his wrist away. “What was that for? Seriously! It was unnecessary!” Hinata yelled at him. “He makes those jokes all the time, I’m used to it!”

Kageyama turned to face him, frowning. “You shouldn’t have to get used to it. That guy pisses me off, he has no reason to attack you.”

Hinata looked bewildered. “Why do you even care?!”

Kageyama glared at him. “I told you, Tsukishima pisses me off. I hate him.”

“And that caused you to drag me all the way here?”

Kageyama didn’t answer. He simply turned around and kept walking.

“Hey! We’re not done talking! Kageyama!”

The taller boy ignored him. Hinata was forced to follow him to keep talking to him. He pestered him with questions, but Kageyama ignored him. They eventually wandered into a diner, where Kageyama went directly to the register and turned to Hinata.

“What do you want?”

Hinata stepped back, confused. “What?”

“Food, Shouyou. What do you want?”

Hinata’s smile widened until he was grinning ecstatically. “Anything is fine!”

Kageyama ordered, ignoring Hinata’s happy humming until they were seated at their table. Finally, he couldn’t stand it. “Why are you so happy?”

Hinata blinked owlishly at him. “You mean you didn’t notice?”

“Notice what?!”

That only seemed to make the redhead happier. “You called me Shouyou! You didn’t notice?!”

Kageyama started, taken aback. Hinata was right, he had called him by his first name. He stared down at his food, doing his best not to blush. “No… I guess I didn’t.”

Shouyou grinned, reaching across the table to pat his friend’s shoulder before taking a big bite of his food. “It’s alright, Tobio. I don’t care. Do you?”

[iwillstillopenthewindow-deactiv]

kageyama ‘looks at hinata proudly while he’s not looking’ tobio

[mangobursts]

Happy birthday Little Firefly ! 

[gojjo]

hooray for season 2