drums fingers, i saw arita kenji's announcement and thought for a hot second about saving his twitter content, then thought nah unnecessary i'm sure it'll be fine
Kuro and Kenma’s flashbacks from they childhood was something I did not expect, but also I’m so grateful to learn how much important and supportive they are for each other!! T_T///
"We're gonna make you say anything other than just "it was okay"!!" "Okay...I'll look forward to it".
Hinata’s been my fave main character in a shonen for a while, it’s just so wholesome to see him influence all the people around. His arc with Kenma has been fantastic and chapter 322 made me cry. Thank you Furudate sensei ;;
(I love how no one would understand this at all without reading the manga, it looks like Shoyo just murdered a cat lol)
YES! It's a smart and considerate move, great job engeki team! And i'm so excited, i can't wait!!! I want to go and watch the show, i hope there'll be some kind of miracle so i could get cheap flight tickets lmao. idk, i saw news floating around that the production for season 4 will begin in 2019? though i'm not sure if it's the real thing or a hoax, most likely a hoax, i think... But I'm hopeful hahaha, i want to see the snake boys got animated :)
ahhhh good luck!! i hope that everyone who wants to experience the show IRL has a chance, given the short run. and SHIT i hadn’t see anything about those rumors, i’m gonna just. cling to this hope now. if Daiya no A can get a new season, surely it’s our time too....
Hello!! are you freaking about engeki haikyuu too? lmao i woke up and then that was the first thing i saw? i legit screamed, i thought it was a dream at fisrt
hi, yes, i’m LOSING MY MIND over here - at first i didn’t think i wanted another hq stage without suga kenta but they picked the perfect way to get me on board, giving us time to move on, letting takato and shouri take over as leaders, and letting us see a super exciting match in motion at last!! i’m so happy they managed to bring back so much of the original cast, ahhhHHHH i can’t wait!
(plus i can’t help wondering if this means season 4 will be announced soon...?)
hello! thank you for uploading the oofuri stage play ^^ i was wondering, are there subtitiles available for the video? thank you!
Hey, so sorry to take so long in answering, I’ve been off Tumblr for a while! To the best of my knowledge no one’s done subs yet but if anyone out there knows differently feel free to chime in.
in which hanamaki takahiro gets scouted, and any resemblance to any persons or productions living or dead is entirely intentional.
* * *
"You?"
It's just as good as he anticipated. No. Better. Oikawa's face, unattractively contorted in utter disbelief: eyes popping out, mouth gaping open. That handsome profile twisted out of recognition. If the girls could see him now. Matsukawa holds up two hands in a double L shape, framing the moment. It'll keep them both warm all winter long.
Iwaizumi elbows his "best friend" in the side. "Shut up, asshole." To Takahiro: "Congrats, man. Good luck."
"Thanks, Iwaizumi," Takahiro says. "I'll discount your admission to my fan club."
Iwaizumi looks torn between disgust and curiosity. "Are you—really? A fan club?"
"Mattsun's founding member, obviously. But you can get in on the ground floor."
"Pass."
In unison with Matsukawa: "Your loss."
At the other end of the picnic blanket, Oikawa wrenches his jaw shut. "But—but—you!"
"Why not me? Wit. Talent. Charm. And of course—" He strokes his chin with thumb and forefinger. "This face." Matsukawa applauds. Iwaizumi looks mildly repelled, but as long as Oikawa's noisily protesting he won't say a thing. "I think it was mostly the face," Takahiro adds, partly to make Oikawa yowl some more, and partly because he suspects it's true.
"Since when are you an actor!" Oikawa demands.
Takahiro shrugs. "Since spring term."
"Huh," Iwaizumi says. "And you just... got a job? Like that?"
"Signed," Takahiro corrects. "I got signed. Like that."
Matsukawa lays a hand on his shoulder. "Don't listen to the haters, Makki. I always knew you'd make it."
"Thanks, Mattsun. I do have a powerful stage presence and a golden voice."
Oikawa looks suspicious. "I don't believe Makki can sing."
It's like he doesn't know Takahiro at all. Matsukawa smirks, and "Nice going, idiot," says Iwaizumi, as Takahiro opens his mouth.
"I love you baby—"
Oikawa lunges forward and slaps a hand across his mouth. "Mm mmf mf mmm mm mmm—" Oikawa won't budge. Takahiro licks his palm. Oikawa snatches the hand away with a yelp.
Takahiro smacks his lips. "Mm. Tastes like milkbread."
"Anyway," Oikawa complains, "I can't believe you waited until the last week of vacation to tell us, what kind of friends are we."
The obvious answer is You only got home four days ago, so Takahiro says, "Didn't want to upset you." He shakes his head, sorrowfully. "Professional jealousy's never pretty."
"I beg your pardon—"
"I know, I know. You think, it seems so glamorous. And you know what? It is." Oikawa tries to break in; Takahiro talks over him. "But listen, Oikawa – as the great philosopher once said: you can't hurry love. You've just got to wait. And if you like the way you look that much, you should go and love yourself." Oikawa makes a noise like a dying cat. "Then, who knows? The commercials, the interviews, the C-list music video cameos—well, I can't promise anything, but maybe."
It's like a switch is flipped—it always is. Oikawa's expression goes cool and confident, untouchable. The conviction that nearly took them to Nationals. Their captain.
"They'll come," Oikawa says. "When I make the national team. They'll come."
Takahiro trades a disappointed glance with Matsukawa. It takes all the fun out of it when Oikawa gets serious.
Iwaizumi's got his Oikawa Face on, half-irritated, half-proud. All indecent. "You should go to a match," he says. "If you're in Tokyo."
The captain vanishes as Oikawa's face lights up by a thousand watts. "That's right! Me versus Iwa-chan!"
"I'm not a starter yet, dumbass."
"You too, Mattsun! This is perfect, you can be my cheering squad."
"Push it, push it, Trashykawa."
"Hit it, hit it, Trashykawa."
"The two of you are creepy, has anyone ever told you that?"
"What have I said about calling me that!"
"By the way, Shittykawa, your mom's expecting us in thirty minutes."
"Iwa-chan!"
Iwaizumi lingers a moment after Oikawa's loped off for the nearest recycling bin with a bag of their empty cans in tow. "We still on for tomorrow?"
Matsukawa raises a hand lazily. "Same time."
"Same place."
"Same face."
"Same... alien race."
"You deserve him," Iwaizumi informs them. "Or he deserves you."
"I think we all know the only one he deserves is you," Takahiro says, at which Iwaizumi flushes a bright, unattractive red, growls something inappropriate for family programming, and leaves them alone. Too easy.
Matsukawa tilts the hand still suspended mid-air. Takahiro meets it in an equally languid high five and collapses back on the picnic blanket. It's perfect weather, right on the edge of too hot, sweat beading at the back of his neck. Just how Takahiro likes it.
Matsukawa rolls a blade of grass between his lips. Takahiro closes his eyes and lets the sun beat down on his face.
Matsukawa's lazy voice says, "You serious about this?"
"Dunno."
Hard now, basking in the late afternoon sun, insects buzzing over the tumble of water on the rocks, picking up grass stains on his elbows, to explain the itch under his skin all winter. Worse after he quit going to volleyball practice, the slow realization that Seijou had ruined him for casual. Catching sight of a shitty Photoshop flier outside his econ lecture, showing up at auditions on a whim—as a joke on himself.
The moment he opened his mouth and became someone else.
"Didn't know they recruited from college drama circles these days," says Matsukawa.
"Lucky break. Manager's nephew or little brother or something is a TGU alum." Leading Yajima-san to the student production of Whales in the stairwell, leading the poor nephew or little brother to stalking Takahiro on Facebook, leading Takahiro to a strange woman accosting him by the science building and a surreal hour over coffee in Birthday Café and twenty-four hours later a draft contract in his email.
Because Takahiro, half-incredulous half-amused, kept saying Sure, because – why not?
It was sort of their thing. Sure. Why not.
Matsukawa makes a thoughtful noise. "You gonna drop out?"
"Leave of absence." And that only once his parents signed off. "My folks are gonna spot me key money and the deposit and shit. After that I'm on my own."
"Our Hiro-kun, all grown up and leaving home."
"Just following your example."
The words hang there, longer than Takahiro intended, taking on shape, weight.
Matsukawa says, "I knew you were pissed."
"I'm not pissed. Just—"
Just what, anyway.
Matsukawa's waiting. Takahiro can't come up with anything better than a shrug. "I dunno. Didn't expect it."
"If it helps, I didn't expect you to be scouted for your face."
"Guess that's adulthood. Lotta shit no one expects."
"Where's that Tendou dude when you need him," Matsukawa says, but it's halfhearted.
The first real question Yajima-san had asked, after the self-introductions, after the compliments:
Hanamaki-kun, have you ever thought about making this a career?
Sure. Why not.
* * *
To be honest, he'd never bothered to think much about where they'd go after high school. He'd always figured it would sort itself out once the world's greatest love story figured their shit out and got rolling on the path to that Olympic gold medal proposal he had ¥1500 at five percent compound interest riding on. The usual suspects would set out to take on the world; the rest of them would pick universities in Sendai and just—be college students.
So when Matsukawa said he'd been accepted to some international school in Akita, it was a little bit of a surprise.
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