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delusional ao3 writer i’m feral for haikyuu professional yapper 🇦🇺🫶🗣️ she/her

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‼️ PIV ⸻ 16 , she / her , bisexual , writer

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🎥 BLOG INFO ⸻ haikyuu!! centred , headcannons & text posts, fanfic ads

☀️ MY INFO ⸻ i love to write, both crack and serious, and play volleyball. i do my school musical each year and am fairly new to the haikyuu!! fandom. other fandoms i’m in include vld, riordanverse, & sk8. asks are open. my fav season of haikyuu!! is season 4 (minus hinata forcing himself into the training camp 😟).

💌 FAVS ⸻ miya atsumu , bokuto koutarou , kageyama tobio , sakusa kiyoomi , oikawa tooru

⭐️ SHIPS ⸻ sakuatsu , osasuna , kuroken , bokuaka , kagehina , iwaoi

📷 FUN FACTS ⸻ my first ever fanfic was lumity , i have the kageyamameow from plush shop , i’m australian !

💬 SOCIALS ⸻ ao3 , pinterest , spotify

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the reason why osamu installed tvs at the restaurant was to support his friends by showing their matches, no matter if it were the olympics, v. league, or vnl. if there weren’t any matches, the tvs would remain off, unless requested, but now, with the world cup …

“osamu-chan, could ya turn on the tv?” one of his regulars asked. “we don’t know where ta watch.”

he might as well rebrand to a sports bar instead of an onigiri restaurant, at this point.

every seat is filled. he’s sent a worker outside to manage the crowd and turn away potential customers with apologies because the kitchen is slammed. nearly all his staff are on deck, either on the floor taking and delivering orders, or in the back, preparing ingredients to keep the service alive. osamu leads the fray, sleeves rolled to his shoulders, hat askew, towel around his neck while his hands work, work, work.

unlike a certain somebody.

he jumps at the collective shouts and fists slamming the table. “he missed!” someone shouts. “that net was wide open!”

“needs ta get his eyes checked, that one,” another grumbles. “this is what happens when ya rely on the young’uns too much.”

“aw, don’t say that.” atsumu leans in close, cheeks puffed with rice, seaweed stuck to his fingers. “if ya don’t let the young’uns play, how’ll they get experience ta win?”

“atsumu-chan, yer just talkin’ ‘bout yerself,” shimano-san slurs, waving his empty beer mug in air. “boss, get me a refill! if japan ain’t stoppin’, neither am i!”

osamu suppresses his irritation. “junpei,” he calls out. “can ya help shimano-san?”

“yes, boss!”

he places the last onigiri on the plate and places it on the counter. “table four, service!”

“coming!”

that’s just one order out of so, so many. osamu reaches for his water bottle, draining the cool liquid in two gulps, slamming it down when he catches the empty plate out of the corner of his eye. atsumu looks at him expectantly. “we could use extra help,” osamu says, monotone.

“yeah, i bet.” atsumu doesn’t break eye contact.

“ya know, someone who can work the counter, or somethin’.”

“that’d be helpful, yeah.”

osamu feels his eyebrow twitch. “maybe someone who has a runnin’ debt an’ can work it off.”

“good luck tryna find 'em.”

by the end of tonight, he will be an only child. “listen, ya ungrateful bastard-“

another round of shouts and slams interrupt him. atsumu twists toward the table, shrieking because he missed japan’s goal, has to watch the replay. it’s a pretty impressive shot, osamu hears the others say, but he doesn’t bother, just grabs another handful of rice to start another order. as tempted he is to not show future matches, capitalism whispers into his ear about the financial benefits, the beautiful shade of green that’ll appear on his spreadsheet.

but then rationality points out the importance of his staff’s wellbeing, and his own. while they have days off, he’s lucky to sleep six hours a night.

closing time comes and goes, but the match continues. his servers take a final round of orders, dozens more onigiri to nourish the spectators until the final minute. he steps away for a minute, needs to sit after ten hours upright, hides in his office to splat against the table with a groan. think o’ the business. think o’ all the renovations i can do, now. after all, there are no better customers than rowdy middle-aged men with alcohol in their veins and rice in their stomachs.

once the match is over, the riffraff leaves with his customers, a few of them stumbling underneath the noren with flushed cheeks. osamu locks the door behind them, pivots to stare at the mess of his restaurant, has to put it together to open in twelve hours – less than that, if he dawdles.

the sound of chairs scraping the floor shake him from his stupor. atsumu is stacking chairs against the wall, junpei sweeping underneath the tables. matsuda is cleaning the counter, ueda is wrapping containers to put in the fridge– “i thought i sent y’all home,” osamu blurts out.

“ya think we’d leave ya by yerself?” matsuda shakes her head at him. “if anythin’, ya shoulda gone home since ya hafta open tomorrow.”

“it’s okay, boss,” junpei adds. “i don’t have class until four tomorrow!”

osamu feels a wave of gratitude, which quickly dissolves at the sight of his brother. “what ‘bout ya, idiot?” he’s nothing but derisive. “thought ya’d head out with the rest.”

“listen, i ain’t that inconsiderate.” atsumu stacks three chairs at a time. “kill me fer wantin’ ta enjoy the match with everyone else. will helpin’ with clean-up clear my debt?”

his brother hums, propping the noren against the wall. “we’ll see.”

with atsumu and his staff, they finish in record time, saying good night to each other on a darkened street. osamu half-expects atsumu to run off, especially since he has practice tomorrow, but he doesn’t, just walks with him. “i didn’t think that many people would come,” he comments, arms folded behind his head. “guess folks just like watchin’ fer the sake o’ watchin’.”

“mm.”

“s’a good vibe! was it like this durin’ the olympics?”

osamu nods, can barely keep his eyes open. at least he lives nearby.

they arrive at his apartment. osamu doesn’t bother to turn the lights on, just kicks his shoes off, stumbles through the darkness to his bed, falling face first onto the mattress. “love my bed,” he mumbles, eyes falling shut. “don’t wanna leave.”

“at least shower, scrub,” atsumu calls out from somewhere.

“tired. don’t wanna.”

yer gonna hate yerself if ya don’t.”

as much as he wants to argue, it’s true – he doesn’t sleep well without showering first. with great reluctance, he slides off the bed, slinks into the bathroom. the cold water’s never felt more refreshing.

when he steps outside, the lights are on. atsumu is in the kitchen, plating a simple dish of fried rice with leftovers in the fridge – green onion, salmon, chicken. osamu catches his eye, who gestures at him to sit and eat despite the midnight hour. aside from showering, he also needs to sleep on a full stomach.

oh. this is how he’s repayin’ that debt.

whether atsumu stays or not, osamu doesn’t know. instead, when there’s another full house on a match day and atsumu is sitting at his counter, he’ll just slide him some otoro onigiri, no questions asked.

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loosely inspired by this meme:

and also the group of middle-aged men watching the switzerland vs bosnia and herzegovina match at the vietnamese restaurant my dad and i were at. they were very enthusiastic.

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guys mugen train arc was all just a dream right? like, that didn’t actually happen and everything is ok RIGHT??????

[yourlocalstressedpoet]

I saw a Tik Tok earlier wherein the creator got very heated and snappy regarding Haikyuu “mischaracterizations”. They cited examples like: “Suna isn’t a stoner”, “Tsukishima isn’t obsessed with dinosaurs”, “Kuroo isn’t a nerd”, etc etc.

Now, if you know me at all, you know I take characterization very seriously. I strive to do right by my characters at any turn; no matter how small the cameo, I want it to be true. Not to be a damn braggart, but I’ve been told I do a good job of this. It’s important to me, and I think (I pray!!) my readers can tell. Bearing this in mind. I have. Some thoughts.

I think there’s a difference between blatant mischaracterization and simply giving characters traits?? I think a lot of the given examples in the Tik Tok were simply fun fandom easter eggs; things that you read in a fic and go, “Aw!! That’s the Thing!!! The Thing we’ve all agreed on! How cute!!” I think it is important and meritorious to allow a fandom to have a sense of community humor and understanding about characters. Plus, a majority of the quoted “mischaracterizations” stemmed from actual things in the show! They could be reasonably inferred!

When I take our beloved Suna and make him a passive druggie in my fics, it is simply because he is nonchalant and bored and it’s a funny thing to imagine on the side. When I consistently write Oikawa with the knee injury, it’s because he wore a brace in the show and it plays so well with Iwaoi and his overall arc. I could go on and on. These traits do not consume them or define them, but they are traits, and they are not necessarily outside the scope of “character”.

I’m rambling, but, basically.

Mischaracterization is something I care about, but one trait does not necessarily equate it. Put the funny little jokes in the fics. Flesh them out; give them arms and legs and reasoning. Let fandom be fun and remember to not be a dick. If you don’t like it, scroll. We’ve got a beautiful sense of free will in that sense.

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ALL OF THIS YES YES YES MISCHARACTERISATION IS MAKING KENMA STUTTER EVERY THREE WORDS OR MAKING HINATA A WEAK BITCH

[yourlocalstressedpoet]

This is why we’re mutuals, you get it

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i also fear that if we didn’t do that as a fandom, every fanfic would be the same, because anything else that wasn’t, yknow, volleyball is technically mischaracterisation.

genuinely fuck off i need my office aus.

also i’m spreading the hinata shoyo muscle mommy agenda

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spotted an argentina flag in italy

tobio i KNOW that’s you in there

[yourlocalstressedpoet]

I saw a Tik Tok earlier wherein the creator got very heated and snappy regarding Haikyuu “mischaracterizations”. They cited examples like: “Suna isn’t a stoner”, “Tsukishima isn’t obsessed with dinosaurs”, “Kuroo isn’t a nerd”, etc etc.

Now, if you know me at all, you know I take characterization very seriously. I strive to do right by my characters at any turn; no matter how small the cameo, I want it to be true. Not to be a damn braggart, but I’ve been told I do a good job of this. It’s important to me, and I think (I pray!!) my readers can tell. Bearing this in mind. I have. Some thoughts.

I think there’s a difference between blatant mischaracterization and simply giving characters traits?? I think a lot of the given examples in the Tik Tok were simply fun fandom easter eggs; things that you read in a fic and go, “Aw!! That’s the Thing!!! The Thing we’ve all agreed on! How cute!!” I think it is important and meritorious to allow a fandom to have a sense of community humor and understanding about characters. Plus, a majority of the quoted “mischaracterizations” stemmed from actual things in the show! They could be reasonably inferred!

When I take our beloved Suna and make him a passive druggie in my fics, it is simply because he is nonchalant and bored and it’s a funny thing to imagine on the side. When I consistently write Oikawa with the knee injury, it’s because he wore a brace in the show and it plays so well with Iwaoi and his overall arc. I could go on and on. These traits do not consume them or define them, but they are traits, and they are not necessarily outside the scope of “character”.

I’m rambling, but, basically.

Mischaracterization is something I care about, but one trait does not necessarily equate it. Put the funny little jokes in the fics. Flesh them out; give them arms and legs and reasoning. Let fandom be fun and remember to not be a dick. If you don’t like it, scroll. We’ve got a beautiful sense of free will in that sense.

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ALL OF THIS YES YES YES MISCHARACTERISATION IS MAKING KENMA STUTTER EVERY THREE WORDS OR MAKING HINATA A WEAK BITCH

[taohs]

Pik-atsu ⚡ ϞϞ(๑ᵔ ․̫ ᵔ๑)∩ (insp)

[staampede]

@chrollogy

[solntse-fandoms]

@prettiestpivvo OMG

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fuck you kiyoomi

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horrific discovery i’ve just made, i think my type in men is blondes. FUCK nah.

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kiyoomi trying to hit the office stare mid game and looking AWAY from an actual camera on live television.

motoya and atsumu never let him live it down, and his ears ALWAYS go pink.

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guys i’m nearly in tears look at what my friend MADE ME for my bday 🥹🥹🥹🥹

i actually love her so much

[mishaoshkaa]

Based on interaction I had with my setter today

[shuilansworld]

I feel a little lost in the sauce lately.

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atsumu had his tongue down omi’s throat two seconds ago btw

[yourlocalstressedpoet]

I’ve never done a pride month fic before and I figure now is as good a time as any to start! Happy pride month y’all, I’ll have a cute little timeskip fic for you soon, set in Osaka. Take a wild stab at which ships that’ll include 😂

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getting gay to business hell yeah

[yourlocalstressedpoet]

Iwaoi things that Just Make Sense

(From a girl who is deeply invested in this ship and loves them very much)

Some of this I’ve written into fics before, but I’m deciding it’s law now. I can elaborate on all of this if explanation is required. I know headcanons are meant to be fun, but I hate when people mischaracterize, so I will do my best to avoid that here!!

Oikawa gets jealous when they’re children. Honestly, Oikawa is jealous until they’re eighty. But it’s particularly bad when they’re children, because Oikawa is a bit entitled and he loves Iwaizumi so much; it annoys him deeply when he sees other people touching or playing with or sharing food with Iwaizumi. He’ll always stomp over, eight years old and petulant, and drape himself over Iwaizumi and smile all pretty and not let go all day. When they’re at Seijoh, and Iwaizumi gets confessions from girls in high school, Oikawa will scoff and sniff and roll his eyes and take an attitude for the rest of the day

Conversely, I think Iwaizumi is very secure the entire relationship. He knows how badly Oikawa needs him. When they’re older and dating, Iwaizumi shrugs off anxiety easily with the thought: Who else could put up with this guy like I have for two decades? The answer is, of course, a resounding nobody.

Oikawa will purposefully mess up his school uniform just slightly in the name of artful carelessness. Iwaizumi thinks it is the stupidest shit in the world

Along with that, Oikawa can tie his own tie, but he likes to make Iwaizumi do it for him

Iwaizumi hangs onto Oikawa’s clothes or bag straps when they’re walking through crowds or crossing streets. It stemmed from childhood instinct, and became habitually protective over time

Oikawa never unlocks the club room. He always makes Iwaizumi do it

Oikawa has a sweet tooth. Iwaizumi makes fun of him, but keeps his favorite sugary snacks in the kitchen wordlessly

Oikawa hurting his knee is the first time Iwaizumi has ever felt real, heart-stopping fear. He watches Oikawa crumple on a volleyball court, sweating, face twisted in pain that Iwaizumi doesn’t understand, and Iwaizumi has never run to Oikawa’s side faster in his life. He doesn’t leave until Oikawa is released with a diagnosis

Iwaizumi bought Oikawa an alien plushie for one of his birthdays when they were younger, and Oikawa holds onto it long into adulthood

Their team keeps a running bet on when they’ll get together. Mattsun started it, Kyoutani openly opposes it, and when Oikawa finds out about it (behind Iwaizumi’s back) he puts money down on it as well. (“Well, I certainly don’t know when he’ll confess either! I’ve only been in love with him since I was nine, you’d think he’d get the hint by now!”)

The nickname “pretty boy” becomes a thing. Iwaizumi tries to make it sound venomous, but it always comes out more truthful than he intended

Oikawa likes to sit with one leg slung over Iwaizumi’s. Iwaizumi will thoughtlessly drum his fingers on Oikawa’s leg, or gently squeeze his knee

Oikawa has brief brushes with relationships in high school, but nothing ever lasts long. The girls always end up pointing at Iwaizumi and accusing Oikawa of spending too much time with his best friend. Oikawa and Iwaizumi don’t realize how strange it is that Iwaizumi is actually there to witness the breakup; they’re always together, why would now be any different? (“Geez, Iwa-chan, she seemed pretty upset, didn’t she?” “I don’t know, dumbass, but you probably shouldn’t have asked me for input while you were dumping her.” “Oops!”)

Their first kiss isn’t a Hallmark movie. It is just some random, quiet night; the two of them under a moon, gently falling into something that feels as easy and familiar as breathing. Oikawa laughs about it—Oh, so you’ve finally decided we’re doing this, huh, Iwa-chan?—and Iwaizumi just kisses him again

Literally nothing changes when they start officially dating and they are mocked ruthlessly for it

They tell their mothers, and Oikawa’s mother says, “I thought you’d been dating since you were eleven!” Iwaizumi’s mother is supportive, but wholly unsurprised.

After they lose to Karasuno, Oikawa doesn’t come to the school the next day. Iwaizumi gives him a day of space, and then shows up at his door two day later with homework he missed, milk bread, and a volleyball. He says, Get up. He doesn’t make Oikawa talk about it, just silently reminds him that his life is not over, and that there is work to be done and bigger horizons to stand on

Iwaizumi is Oikawa’s number one supporter when it comes to moving to Argentina. Iwaizumi is quiet about it, of course, gruff in the way he always is, but nobody supports Oikawa chasing Jose Blanco more than Iwaizumi

Oikawa loves a philosophical discussion with Iwaizumi. He is no stranger to an unnecessarily deep UQuiz and will present questions to Iwaizumi often

Oikawa likes to tuck flowers behind Iwaizumi’s ears

Oikawa hates getting sick more than most things. He hates being weak, being unable to practice or work or function; he feels like he’s losing precious hours in days that are already too short for his ambition. Iwaizumi will watch him closely when he catches fevers and bugs, shoving him down onto beds and hissing at him that he is, in fact, allowed to be a human with immune problems. (“I can make the ramen myself, Iwa-chan!” “For sure. You’re dumping the flavoring packet onto the ground right now, by the way.” “…Iwa-chan…” “Sit down. Let me do it.”)

When Iwaizumi gets sick, he’s not really a fan of it either, but more so because it keeps him out of the gym. Mostly, he does enjoy sitting on the couch and having an excuse to breathe for a minute. Oikawa becomes motherhood incarnate, clucking and cooing and fluttering around Iwaizumi until he is perfectly comfortable and provided with every amenity. (“I don’t need three blankets.” “What if you get cold?” “I’m not cold.” “The world is full of many treacherous possibilities, Iwa-chan!”)

Oikawa takes his coffee sugary and iced. Iwaizumi prefers his black and steaming hot. They both make fun of each other constantly

Oikawa loves spoiling Iwaizumi monetarily. Picking up the dinner tab, leaving little gifts on Iwaizumi’s porch, buying them tickets to concerts, etc etc. He loves taking care of somebody who is so independent and strong, and Iwaizumi always gets red and flustered and stumbles through a Thank you, Shittykawa, this is, like, the only time you’ve ever been nice in your life.

They love to go out and try their hands at anything. They hit baseballs, they get up in the mornings to swim, they go to a pottery class, they lift together. You name it, they’ve tried it. They’re both athletes, and while they love a movie night as well, the thrill of conquering something new is a feeling that they both enjoy

Oikawa leaves for Argentina before Iwaizumi leaves for California. They spend the week before Oikawa’s departure with their hands intertwined like they are glued. They walk Miyagi, quiet and reflective, reliving a decade of their lives that they spent tangled together. The whole week is a sleepover, and at the end of it, they carve their initials onto a tree in Iwaizumi’s backyard

Oikawa wears one of Iwaizumi’s hoodies to the airport

Oikawa doesn’t look back when he boards the plane to Argentina. Iwaizumi wouldn’t want him to

Just some thoughts rattling around in my brain! I have quite a few more, so if y’all want more let me know. I just love these two; as I said in a recent post, Oikawa is one of my favorite characters in media ever, and Iwaizumi is not far behind. Them as a pair means so much to me.

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BABIESSSSSS OH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH STOP ITTT

[ur1ven]

Aughhhh

[solntse-fandoms]

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MY MANNNNNNN

[yourlocalstressedpoet]

Chapter 7 of Godlight is out!

“I shit ya the fuck not, Sunarin, he’s like some freaky assassin.”

Suna looks unconvinced.

Atsumu, Osamu, and Suna are on their way to the training room one afternoon. They’re going to meet Sakusa, and Atsumu is currently trying to make his brothers believe that Sakusa did the obstacle course on his first try without any problems three weeks ago.

“I just don’t buy it,” Suna says. “He’s so prissy.”

“I’m still surprised his soft ass hands can even handle our blasters,” Osamu snorts.

“That’s what I said!” Atsumu agrees. “But I’m tellin’ ya. It was a perfect run, and it pissed me off.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Osamu says.

“Did an alien steal your personality?” Suna bumps Atsumu’s shoulder with his own. “Since when do you compliment this guy?”

“It’s not a compliment,” Atsumu protests. “I’m complainin’.”

“Sounds like a compliment,” Osamu says.

“No!”

“Sounds like you wanna suck his dick,” Suna adds.

“What the fuck?”

I am having so much fun! Come hang out! We have sexual tension, banter, plot—the whole nine yards! Sci-fi Sakuatsu can be very engaging, indeed. Who woulda thunk it?

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YIPPPEEEEEEE GOD IS REAL AND A WOMAN AND HAS TAKEN HUMAN FORM LETS GOOOOO

[yourlocalstressedpoet]

Okay, if you know me at all, you know Oikawa Tooru is one of my favorite characters in media ever. I’m rewatching season 1 now and I have some thoughts about my boy.

It never fails to make me a little bit sick how Oikawa is just… too much for Miyagi. Obviously the rest of Seijoh is wonderful too, but they don’t HAVE IT like Oikawa has it, and it makes me ill. His first serve that we get to see in the interhigh tournament makes me so emotional. He’s too big for this place; for these small stages and dim lights. He always has been !!!

Oikawa/Iwaizumi vs Kageyama/Hinata. Don’t get me started.

“I heard he’s played with Oikawa since elementary school” yeah as if that begins to cover it… shut up Kageyama they are Lovers

I deeply deeply dislike the fandom infantilization that Oikawa gets around here sometimes. He is so SMART—he is so cunning, so witty, so charming, and it’s not really even a FACADE. That’s just who he is. He’s not wearing a mask, that’s just… Oikawa. To reduce and belittle that makes me mad. Sure, he’s a prick, and he’s annoying and arrogant, but he is far from “childish”, so to speak

To bounce of that, I love how it plays with Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi is his rock. That’s all.

“That way we can annihilate them!” Oikawa I love you

Watching this first episode where we really get to see him, I can’t help but think of how perfect and tragic it is that he never goes to nationals. It is not lack of talent or drive or anything like that; sometimes you just lose. It’s an obvious observation, but I think people overlook it. He has to lose. He has to feel it all the way through, he has to chase it across an ocean, to Argentina, to his idol, to the Olympics, to learn that he is fallible and he can be so marvelous despite that.

The way he talks to his teammates 🥹 so perceptive 🥹🥹 so stupid 🥹🥹🥹 Seijoh you live in my heart forever

“Don’t let me down fellas? Alright?” GODDDD do I even need to say it

Okay I will say it

Later, in season 2, they cut him off. They say “We trust you, captain” before he can finish. And that just means… so much to me. Because all Oikawa wants is to be seen, I think. Part and parcel, he wants to be recognized as the terrifying, monstrous, frightening thing he is, and he wants to be held and trusted BECAUSE OF and IN SPITE of all that. And they do ! He is !!

He’s such an asshole. My baby boy. He walks his talk so it’s okay—definition of “putting your money where your mouth is”

He knows to block Hinata at the end, because he knows Kageyama, because he MADE Kageyama. GAHHHH THEY MAKE ME ILL I CAN ELABORATE ON THIS IF Y’ALL WANT

“That was too low!” okay Iwaizumi whatever you say

The Great King. Forever and ever, amen and goodnight.

Okay that’s all for now. Perhaps I will make another as we go. He just means so much to me thanks for listening

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seijoh is becoming one of my new favs icl. and while this is 80% bcz of my newfound obsession with matsuhana, i’ve always been a slut for iwaoi and for oikawa 👅