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hi guys i’m discontinuing this acct

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oh hello there

idk if the haikyuu fandom is still active but if so send me ur fic requests and i’ll write a short one. already doing this for my sister and i have no followers and prob won’t get a single request but hey!! feel free

#self reblog just to keep it at the top #i suck at writing but come at me

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#OH GOD CANT FORGET AB THIS ONE

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the truth behind bokuto’s hair

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here’s a ushijima/tendou my sister requested aka “the one where tendou’s a stalker”

Ushijima Wakatoshi was a calm man. He wasn’t loud, he wasn’t obnoxious, he was hardly ever angry, and never extremely happy. Indifferent was his predominant emotion. He was quiet, for the most part—stoic even. It was this that made him insufferable to most boys and win the attentions of most girls—not that Ushijima cared about any of that. It was also this same cold, emotionless facade that crushed many of the girls hoping to win his heart—not that Ushijima cared about any of that.

Underneath his cool and collected demeanor, Ushijima Wakatoshi was a complete and total imbecile.

He was clueless about the feelings of others, and oblivious to a fault. He was often blunt, his unapologetic honesty mistaken for rudeness. Inwardly, he was rather caring and kind, two traits he struggled to bring outward. To the known world, there was one thing that Ushijima Wakatoshi cared about: volleyball. That’s not to say that he actually didn’t care about anything or anyone else (he cared a lot about his mom, his cat, and the friends he did have), but that’s how he was perceived. Cold, unfeeling, and unapproachable. Maybe that’s why Tendou liked him so much in the first place. It was fun, poking Ushijima in different directions, each time waiting for some kind reaction. Recently, Tendou’s poking and prodding of the ace had become less fun, and was beginning to sour Tendou’s mood. No matter what he seemed to do, Ushijima’s reaction (or rather lack of one) remained the same: perfectly unaffected. So there Tendou sat, perched on Ushijima’s bed, waiting for the ace to get out of the shower boredly—an action that would be considered normal if Tendou had been invited over. Or if Ushijima had been aware Tendou was present in his house at all, let alone in his bed. Tendou heard the door to the bathroom creak open. He lazily turned his head to make eye contact with the other man, twisting his body around as he made himself comfortable on Ushijima’s bed.

“Tendou.” Ushijima said, casually hitting the side of his head to knock water out of his ear. Water rolled off his shoulders, dripping down his back to be absorbed by the towel wrapped around his waist. “When did you get here?” Tendou waggled his eyebrows at the taller man, still holding out hope for some kind of a reaction.

“Oh, I came in through the window.” Tendou replied, grinning cheerily at his friend. Ushijima shifted his gaze to glance at the window, which was, indeed, ajar.

“Oh.” Ushijima said, his voice as emotionless and flaccid as it was when he’d discovered Tendou. Tendou’s grin fell with a huff. Scowling, he narrowed his eyes.

“You’re not even a little freaked out?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

Ushijima shrugged, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes, crouching down to sit on his bed, leaning his back against his headboard as he came to sit next to Tendou.

“I guess I just like having you around.” Ushijima said, looking down at his friend to give him a small but genuine smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Tendou blinked, a little thrown off by what he was seeing. He then launched forward, wrapping himself tightly around Ushijima.

“Oh Wakatoshi, you big softie!”

“Tendou.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m still naked.”

“Oh.”

***

I’m sorry it’s terrible idk how to write for them.

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hello i would like to submit this very bad very short fic entitled “the one where iwa-chan misses his friends”

No.

Iwazumi Hajime boredly trudged through the countless shelves of the video store, his hands trailing along the boxes of the movies as he sighed, dismissing one after the other.

Too sad.

Too boring.

Too stupid.

Iwazumi wrinkled his nose at the next movie on the shelf, playing with the pink colored box. Too corny.

He put the box down to shove his hands into his pants pockets and continued to idly peruse the store. Iwazumi didn’t really know what he’d expected out of this experience. Video stores were a relic of a bygone era, filled to the brim with cheesey, mortifying, simply awful movies. He hadn’t even known the store existed until his teammates had introduced him. Hanamakki and Matsukawa had dragged him, against his will, to the store, chatting excitedly about some movie involving sharks and a tornado. He’d sat through an hour and a half of that tripe, tolerating the bad acting, and even worse, Makki and Matsun’s terribly loud, cackling laughter and horrific jokes. Iwazumi had vowed never again to go back to that horrid place, and never again to let his outrageous friends pick the movie (although, in all fairness, he knew of Makki and Matsun’s affinity for simply terrible movies). Yet, here he was, browsing through the stacks. It was Christmas break, and his mom was somewhere in Tokyo on a business trip, leaving Iwazumi behind. His father had never been in the picture and his mother’s parents weren’t around anymore, so he’d had to stay behind alone. His friends had left weeks ago. Oikawa has gone off somewhere warm and tropical, and Makki and Matsun had gone to Hokkaido together for some unknown reason Iwazumi couldn’t quite figure out. Makki said something about some sort of treasure hunt, before being given a sharp look by Matsun, which silenced the other boy almost immediately. Iwazumi brushed off the weird attitude of his teammates, knowing they’d already cooked up a crazy scheme to carry out. Iwazumi had, of course, been invited by his friends to join each of them on their winter break excursions, but had declined all of them, mostly out of pride, although he’d never admit it. Instead, he ignored the eyerolls of his three best friends, saying it didn’t really feel like Christmas if he wasn’t in Miyagi. His face twisted into something like a mild grimace.

It didn’t quite feel like Christmas anyway. he thought to himself.

He didn’t mean to end up here, really. Iwazumi wasn’t even quite sure how he’d gotten here. He’d gone out for some takeout and then suddenly, he’d ended up in the video store, as if his legs had carried him there of their own accord, his mind completely on autopilot. But here he was, on December 23, the day before Christmas Eve, at a video store he simply detested. He looked down at his shoes, scuffed and marked up from overuse, as he pondered this thought.

The day before Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve Eve? He frowned, closing his eyes to think as his head rose back up into normal position. He reached up to stroke his chin, wondering what people called the day directly preceding Christmas Eve. He tapped his chin with his forefinger. Eve is from the Christian Bible...and before her was...

“Christmas Adam.” he announced, lifting his forefinger into the air, eyes still shut, unaware that he’d just uttered his thought out loud.

“Iwazumi-senpai?”

A voice snapped Iwazumi out of his thoughts. Opening one eye, still in his ridiculous pose, Iwazumi’s eye focused on the figure before him. He dropped his stance, eyes opening in surprise.

“Chibi-chan.” The shorter male stiffened, face reddening. Iwazumi failed to pay attention to the attitude of the other boy, caught up in being impressed with himself for recognizing the boy out of uniform.

“That’s not my name!” he declared indignantly, hands balled into fists. Iwazumi shrugged, unbothered.

“Sorry.” he replied. The smaller boy was still staring daggers into Iwazumi, not appeased by his lazy apology. Iwazumi rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “To be honest, I don’t really know your name. That’s just what Tooru calls you.” The orange haired boy cocked his head to the side slightly, lifting a questioning eyebrow. “Oikawa.” Iwazumi corrected. A knowing look grew over the other boy’s face as he nodded wisely.

“The Great King.” he said quietly, almost reverently, having snapped out of his desire to fight Iwazumi mere seconds after the impulse had been expressed. Iwazumi looked on, bemused by his sudden change in attitude. He could feel the corners of his mouth twitching upwards ever so slightly. Iwazumi always forgot just how good his best friend was—and how much respect he seemed to command, even from his opponents. “Uh, speaking of the Great King, where exactly is he?” Iwazumi shrugged.

“The hell am I supposed to know?” he asked languidly. The middle blocker gave Iwazumi a quizzical look.

“Well you guys are kinda always together...” the ginger ventured carefully. Iwazumi bristled. It was his turn to get defensive.

“Not always.” Iwazumi grumbled. The Karasuno player shrugged, dropping the subject, and the two fell into silence.

“I’m Hinata Shoyo, by the way.” the tiny boy blurted out, breaking the silence and thrusting his hand forward.

“Looking for a movie, Hinata Shoyo?” Iwazumi asked, although not particularly interested in the other boy’s answer, more interested in having someone to talk to. He shook Hinata’s hand briefly. This was the first person he’d had a face-to-face conversation with in days. The preceding days had been followed with ‘thank you’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ said to several strangers, and a handful of texts between him and his friends, but no real conversation. Hinata shook his head quickly, enthusiastically relaying his response.

“This store is close by my house. I’m just here to pick up some sweets.” Hinata gestured to the bag in his hands. “They’re for my sister. Natsu-chan’s favorite!” he exclaimed, lifting a peace sign and sticking his tounge out of the corner of his mouth in a pose Iwazumi knew all two well. The boy in front of Iwazumi was now practically radiating happiness, despite having been so angry and defensive mere minutes ago. Iwazumi’s bemused expression morphed into a sly smile as he bit back laughter.

This kid is just like—

Iwazumi’s train of thought was suddenly interrupted when Hinata’s expression changed into quiet curiosity when he looked down at the DVD box in his hand. “But—“ Hinata continued, staring down at the movie he held, “this movie does look really good.” Iwazumi shuffled over to Hinata, curiously taking the movie from his hands. As he read the name on the case, Iwazumi’s eyes began to water. Hinata, noticing this, widened his own eyes, disturbed at the sight of tears in the older ace’s eyes.

“Iwazumi-senpai? Are you okay?” The other man bent down, face not visible to Hinata. His shoulders began to shake and Hinata began to panic.

“Uwaaa I’m sorry, you must really not like that movie!” Hinata apologized, flustered by the ace’s sudden show of emotion. “I didn’t know it was a bad movie, it just looked really good and I was excited about seeing it and it’s about my favorite animals and I think they’re really cool how they go ‘slice’ when they move but that’s beside the point I’ll totally put it back if it upsets you I’m so sorry Iwazumi-senpai please don’t cry—“ Hinata continued to ramble unintelligibly. Tears of sheer fear had started to prick in Hinata’s own eyes. He’d heard tale of the ace’s fearsome athletic ability and his notoriously short temper. Wide-eyed, he wondered if the rumors about Iwazumi having murdered someone just for looking at him a little funny were true. “Iwazumi-senpai please don’t kill me.” Hinata squeaked.

A loud, bellowing laughter filled the video store, causing many shoppers to look and interrupting Hinata’s panicked blathering. Tears streamed down Iwazumi’s face as he held his stomach from laughter, gasping for breath in between laughs. Hinata’s worried expression soon shifted into a scowl.

“Hey what’s so funny?” he asked, gritting his teeth. Iwazumi merely slapped the shelf in response, unable to speak.

Iwazumi held on to the shelves for dear life, trying not to fall to the floor as his body was racked with laughter. Hinata’s face began to heat up. He hated being made fun of, especially when he didn’t know what it was about.

“I really don’t understand.” Hinata said flatly, sounding almost defeated as the volume and pitch of Iwazumi’s laugh began to raise.

“Chibi-chan—“ Iwazumi cackled “please tell me—that’s not—“ Unable to finish his own sentence, Iwazumi wiped the tears from his face in an attempt to calm down, but instead, doubled over again when his eyes caught the movie cover again. Hinata’s expression had morphed into a scowl, staring daggers at the taller boy.

“This could not possibly be that funny.” Hinata muttered, to no avail. Iwazumi finally managed to calm himself down enough to regain his powers of speech, snickering into his hand.

“Please tell me that’s not Sharknado 2.” Iwazumi said, voice cracking under the weight of his held back laughs. Hinata wrinkled his nose at the older boy as he devolved into laughter yet again, snatching the movie out of his hand.

“It looks good.” Hinata muttered. Iwazumi’s laugh had started to subside, but his face still wore a broad grin as he blearily wiped his eyes. He placed a hand on Hinata’s head, mussing his hair.

“Y’know, I’m really glad I ran into you today, Chibi-chan.” Iwazumi said, smiling down at the middle blocker. “I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.” Hinata frowned.

“I’m still not quite sure what was so funny.” he said flatly. Iwazumi shrugged, grin still intact.

“You just remind me of someone is all. A few people, actually.” Iwazumi replied. Removing his hand from Hinata’s head, he turned to leave, casting a wave over his shoulder.

“Don’t be a stranger, Hinata Shoyo.” he called out, leaving a very short, very confused boy rooted to the spot, not quite sure what he’d done to win the favor of one Iwazumi Hajime. Iwazumi strode out of the store, smiling to himself.

It was starting to feel like Christmas after all.

***

I’m terribly sorry this is awful I just love him so much he’s such a dork and he actually loves his friends’ antics.