Another Haikyuu!! Writing Blog

Giz. She/her. Requests are closed. Main blog: @thegizka

[anopuff]

guardian deity 🌇

[boombboi]

We may not have seen Oikawa, Kuroo, and Bokuto interact in the manga but they're just as chaotic as we imagine them to be in the promotion panels

[wattemeer]

Bleghhh!!

[haikyuu-incorrectquotes]

Lev: Go pick on someone your own size.

Yaku: *drags out a chair* Now I’m your size.

[thegreatanso]

Have this beautiful meme

[cheesecake-milktea]

Happy birthday Shinsuke ❤️❤️

[femtoh]

So, is your team strong?

[haikyuu-incorrectquotes]

Asahi: You know that voice in your head that tells you what you’re doing is wrong?

Tanaka, Nishinoya, Hinata, Kageyama: You mean the one that sounds like Daichi?

[itachis]

to the top x bunbougu cafe ✰ haikyūu!!

[karasuno-chaos]

After Midnight (Miya Atsumu x Reader)

Just a fluffy little word dump because I wanted a quick dose of comfort. ❤ -Giz

Word Count:  652

Masterlist

“Y/N.”

It’s after midnight, and the bedroom’s been quiet for ten minutes at least.  You’re facing away from your boyfriend because his side of the bed faces the door, and the hallway light was on until he climbed into bed just now.  You’ve nearly succumbed to the gentle pull of sleep, and you desperately want to after the day you’ve had.  Atsumu, however, isn’t quite ready to call it a night.

“Y/N.”  You feel him shift beside you, propping himself up on an elbow to peak at your face.  “Are you asleep yet?”

You groan and don’t open your eyes.

“Y/N,” he coos with a smile.  You know he won’t stop until he gets your attention, so you shift onto your back with a sigh.  You open your eyes and make out his outline in the dark.  You can’t see his face, but you know he has dark circles under his eyes.  Both of you have had a busy week, and he needs the sleep as much as you do.  But he finally has a moment to slow down and think, so you pull yourself out of your drowsiness to listen.

“You have my attention,” you murmur.

“Good.”  Atsumu takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.  He keeps your fingers intertwined, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin.  It threatens to lull you back towards sleep.

“I think we should get married.”

Your heart jumps a little even though he’s said this before.  It always happens in the quiet moments when you’re winding down for the day.  He rarely lets himself relax and think beyond all of the immediate tasks he has to do.  Even cuddling on the couch after dinner, you know he’s mentally preparing for tomorrow’s training or giving his full attention to you.  He doesn’t think about unessential topics until he’s taken care of his other business.

Not that he thinks marriage is unimportant.  The fact that he’s brought it up several times means he wants to talk about it with you.  You both simply have more pressing matters to focus on right now.  The Olympics are in less than a month, and while he’s preparing on the court, you’re arranging your personal lives to accommodate the three weeks consumed by the international competition.  It’s impossible to think of any future beyond the Olympics, though in your own quiet moments, marriage does cross your mind.

You’d feel more urgency to discuss it with your boyfriend if you weren’t so sure of your  relationship.  You’ve become a strong team, and every obstacle you’ve faced, you’ve emerged more committed to each other.  Atsumu challenges you and sometimes drives you crazy, but he’s given you a love that is deeper and more constant than any you’ve known.  It’s why you can give your attention to everything else without worry.  You know he will stay by your side, and he knows you’re not going anywhere.

Sure of this stability, you close your eyes.

“I think we should get some sleep.”

Your boyfriend chuckles.

“Y/N, I’m serious.”

“So am I.”  You roll toward him and snuggle into the sheets and his chest.  “We can talk about this in the morning.”

“Okay.”  He lays back down and brings you close to him.  He still hasn’t released your hand, and you bring your entwined fingers to your lips to return his earlier kiss.

“I love you Atsumu.”

“I know,” he says with a gentle squeeze of your hand.  “I love you too.”

You exhale and relax against him, ready to surrender to sleep.  You doubt you’ll pick up the conversation in the morning.  You’ll both be too focused on getting to work and checking off boxes on your endless to-do lists.  But that’s okay.  You both know you’ll share your eternities together.  You just want to be awake enough when he proposes to remember every moment and carry that memory forever, too.

[akascow]

dude

he looks so uninterested

thats such a power move honestly

[aiyanakopa]

I love one (1) guardian deity

[peachysamu]

“What do you love about me?”

You turn over and lay on your back, head pushing itself further into Osamu’s lap. He glances down at you but picks his attention back up to the TV.

“What kind of stupid question is that?”

“I don’t know.” You mumble and you fixate on the square pocket of his shirt to distract you from whatever you’re feeling inside. The tips of your fingers trace over the embroidery. Silence fills the room aside from the low lull of the TV. You feel Osamu staring down at you, giving you a hard gaze. He knows something is wrong because you would have replied back with a smart retort rather than forcing him to figure out what you mean with the words you left lingering in the air.

He cups your cheek and tilts your head so that your eyes match his. Your fingers stop. “Tell me what’s wrong baby.”

He’s always so direct with your emotions. Always gets right to the point and you know it’s because he loves you. You know it’s because he can’t stand seeing you upset in any way. But your heart is rather fearful of such pointed things. It likes to evade, shy away, break in tiny pieces before breaking in half. It doesn’t do well handling confrontations like this.

“I’m just feeling a bit down.” You finally find the courage to mutter when he brushes your cheeks. He waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts. He doesn’t say a word and the rhythm in his fingers stays steady and calm. Finally, your heartbeat slows to match with his. “About life I guess. Life’s been a bit hard.”

A small chuckle reverberates from his chest that relieves the tension in yours. “Life’s a bitch sometimes, ain’t it?”

You nod to agree, “So can you remind me what you love about me?”

“Everything.” Osamu answers immediately but it is so unsatisfying. He sees that and kisses the bridge of your nose, the one that you mention is a bit too small in the morning. He places a warm hand on your stomach, the one that you spend time grabbing at after a shower. “Everything.” He promises, “But most importantly, everything that you don’t love about yourself.”

[linnylinz]

I mean if he got Akaashi and Tsukishima’s name wrong at first I can only assume…

[atsuani]

Happy birthday to our Ninja Shoyo!!!

[karasuno-chaos]

Can you write a food fight Headcanon scenario with Miya Osamu?

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request. I absolutely loved this idea! Although i got really hungry while working on it. 😅 I hope you enjoy this! -Giz

Food Fight with Miya Osamu

You start dating right before graduating from Inarizaki, so you’re there during the beginning years of Onigiri Miya.

You’ve helped Osamu talk out his ideas for the business and stood by him as he took those first steps to make it a reality.

You’re honored to be the first person he turns to with new ideas.

Even if he is strong-willed and usually goes with his own opinion regardless of what you say.

You’re still touched when he asks you about things, especially the food, which happens a lot in the early days when he’s figuring out the menu.

You spend dozens of afternoons in his kitchen as he works out new fillings and defines the taste of his restaurant.

You don’t know how he does it, but he knows how to combine ingredients into something magical.

In addition to being stubbornly opinionated, he’s also a perfectionist, especially when it comes to his food.

One afternoon, he’s cooking batch after batch of the same flavor of onigiri because he can’t seem to get it quite right.

“What about this one?” he asks, placing another plate in front of you. You’ve already eaten so many, you have no idea how he expects you to eat any more.

(He always seems to have room for more, and it never seems to physically affect him. He’s inhuman.)

“They taste exactly like the others,” you say.

“You only had one bite. Finish it first.”

“Samu, I’m stuffed,” you groan, “and you’re always saying my pallet isn’t refined enough to really understand your food. The past three plates have all tasted the same to me.”

“So it’s still just alright.”

You kind of regret your lukewarm reaction to this recipe, but he always demands your honest opinion when he comes to you for help.

“Not everyone is going to like the entire menu. It’s okay to have one or two less than stellar flavors.”

“No one goes to a restaurant where the reviews say ‘Everything is great except one or two dishes’.”

“People really aren’t that picky,” you sigh, but he’s already turning back to the rice cooker.

“Let me try another rice seasoning.”

“No!” You shoot up from your chair to try and block him. “My stomach can’t take any more!”

“Y/N, I need to get this right.”

He tries to elbow you out of the way, but you manage to wiggle between him and the counter, putting you in a perfect position to interfere with his cooking.

You do your best to push ingredients out of reach and disrupt his movements.

“Y/N,” he says warningly when you bump him with your shoulder and cause him to over season the rice. Again.

You turn to face him, looping your arms around his waist and giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Can we please take a break?”

His face is impassive as he looks at you, but there’s a glimmer of something less serious in his eyes.

You squeak in surprise when he throws a pinch of the over seasoned rice against your cheek.

He smirks before turning back to cooking, but you’re not ready to let it go.

You take a few strips of cut celery from the counter and return fire.

It quickly becomes an all-out food fight.

You grab whatever you can: rice, vegetables, bits of meat, and spices are flying around the kitchen.

Both Osamu and you get very competitive, so you don’t care that you’re making a mess of the kitchen and ruining your clothes.

You just want to one-up him however you can.

Even though you’re in it to win it, you’re laughing and having fun.

At some point, you get out the eggs and things get really messy.

Snacks come out of cupboards, and pantry stores diminish as you add to your arsenal.

Basically, nothing is off limits.

Eventually Osamu manages to pin you against his chest and mercilessly sprinkles you with sesame seeds.

“Alright! Alright,” you gasp. “I give up. I’m done.”

“Are you?” he demands, though the shower of sesame seeds stops.

“I am,” you promise, relaxing in his grip.

“I’m not so sure.” Osamu wraps his other arm around you and presses his cheek to yours, slowly turning you to survey the state of the kitchen.

“See this mess? Someone needs to clean it up.”

“You started this fight Samu.”

But I also won. And it’s my kitchen, so my rules.”

“You’re such a diva,” you grumble. He just smears some egg on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

You stick out your tongue at him in response.

“Where are you going?” you demand when he releases you and heads for the exit.

“To shower and change.”

“What about this mess?”

“Start with the rice cooker. I’ll get back to perfecting that recipe when I’m done.”

He smirks over his shoulder as he exits, leaving you surrounded by the aftermath of your food fight.

You know he’ll be back in five minutes, damp from a quick rinse and ready to help clean up, so you just sigh and start cleaning out the rice cooker.

By the time you’re done with this mess, you might work up an appetite and be ready for another round of Osamu’s cooking experiments.

[karasuno-chaos]

Hello!! Could you do a headcannon/scenario for kurro, where reader is sick and he freaks out but reader calms him down but he still freaks out and ends up fainting lol. Can I be ☁️Anon

Hello ☁️Anon! It's lovely to meet you. 🤗 Sorry it took me a while to get to your request. This was a really fun idea, and I wanted to do it justice. I hope you like it!

Sick Days (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

When you wake up with a headache and a foggy feeling to your senses, you expect an aspirin will clear it up before your first class is over.

What you don’t expect is to wind up in the nurse’s office with a fever and waves of dizziness.

The nurse calls your guardian to take you home because you are in no state to be at school. Your head is throbbing, you feel warm all over, and every time you sit or stand, you get dizzy, so you settle in on the couch at home to try and wait out whatever sickness this is.

Your guardian makes sure you have snacks and plenty of water before heading back to work, leaving you alone in the house with the lights off.

Bright lights make your headache almost unbearable right now, so you’re not watching TV or scrolling through social media. You’re just dozing and letting your mind wander.

Which is why the sudden knock on the door and shout of “I’m coming in!” startles you.

You jerk upright, which makes the nausea hit you like a brick, and now you’re flailing for a grip on the couch to steady yourself while the world spins.

“Y/N what the- Are you okay?”

Strong hands steady you and help you lie back down. You take a moment to cover your eyes and wait for the dizziness to before peeking at your unexpected guest.

“Tetsurou, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you at school?”

“Because you’re not at school! Your classmates said you went to the nurse and never came back. You didn’t return any of my texts or calls. I thought you were rushed to the hospital or something! I couldn’t just sit in class when I didn’t know what happened to you.”

Your boyfriend looks nearly out of his mind. His hair’s messier than usual, he’s loosened his tie, and there’s a damp sweat on his exposed skin. He looks like he ran here. Kuroo isn’t typically one to overreact, so he must have been really worried to skip school to come find you.

“I’m fine,” you say, even though your head is throbbing and the world is vaguely unsteady.

“Obviously not,” he disagreed. “You can’t even sit up by yourself.”

“I just moved too fast. I’ll be fine after some rest.”

“And if you don’t get better just resting all day?”

“Then I’ll go to the doctor and we’ll figure it out. Tetsurou, I am fine,” you repeat, doing your best to smile reassuringly.

Kuroo studies you while he kneels next to the couch. You can tell by the wrinkles lingering on his brow that he’s not fully convinced, but he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles in something like relief.

“I’m just glad you’re safe and not dying at a bus stop or in the hospital.”

“I’m sorry I made you worry. I didn’t even think to check my phone.” You sigh, covering your eyes again as your headache twinges.

“It’s okay. You have other things to worry about right now, like getting better.” He rubs your arms comfortingly. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, I have snacks and plenty of water.” You gesture to your setup. “You should get back to school, though. Your teachers won’t be happy you’re skipping.”

“They can wait. You’re more important right now.”

“I want to argue with you for your own good, but it’s hard when I’m feeling crummy and I really just want to cuddle with you right now.”

“Is that an invitation?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow and a familiar smirk.

“I have a fever. I could be contagious.”

“Fevers are just your body trying to burn away the sickness within you. It doesn’t mean you’re contagious. Plus, I’m willing to risk it for cuddles.”

You concede and he carefully crawls onto the couch, holding you gently.

After a bit of blissful cuddling, you announce that you have to use the bathroom and sit up slowly.

“Want me to walk you to the bathroom?” Kuroo asks, watching you carefully as you narrow your eyes against the mild dizziness.

“I think I can make it.”

You do make it...to the living room doorway where the vertigo hits you hard. With a groan, you sink to the floor.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Hang on, I- uhhgh.”

You hear a thud, and when you turn, you see your boyfriend collapsed on the carpet.

“Tetsurou!”

He doesn’t answer, which scares you enough to push through your spinning senses to crawl to him, calling his name.

He jerks awake when you reach him, eyes wide, and you rest your burning forehead against his stomach in relief.

“What happened?” he asks. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Your voice is muffled a little by his shirt, as are the relieved giggles you're trying to hide. “You fainted.”

“What? Oh.” Kuroo sighs, but he's grinning as he stares at the ceiling. “I guess I got up too fast? But you collapsed first.”

“I’m sick. I have an excuse.”

“Sorry Y/N,” he says, gently pushing your hair back from your face. “I’m a bit of a mess when you’re not okay.”

You turn your head to look at him and smile wryly.

“I guess we’re both a bit of a mess today.”