#4daichi

[pinkchanelbag]

haikyū boys + drunk confessions, part two.

prev. he drunk texts you and accidentally tells you he likes you.

includes: bokuto, daichi, oikawa, kenma.

cw: mentions of alcohol + drugs.

[pinkchanelbag]

“wear whatever, i can fight” hq (read: daichi, iwa, kyotani, tendou, saeko) stepping the fuck IN with a hand loose around your waist and lazy smile on their face as they eye you and everyone admiring you, an eye out for asswipes tryna start something but not squaring up at the ones who just blink at your figure meekly cause they’re just poor sobs who can’t help it (but if the looks are getting too invasive...). of course they don’t WANT anyone to disrespect you or make you feel uncomfortable but they’re the embodiment of “i wish a bitch would.”

[pinkchanelbag]

referring back to this post, i'm going to say connie, tanaka, atsumu, MAYBE JEAN ?? that's a huge maybe, kenny ackerman, DAICHI AKAHAKAHAJAGA (there's something about him), lev, suna mayhaps + that's all i can think about, bye 😭

honorable ppl to add; bokuto, iwa, alisa (i cant and won't explain)

TANAKA TANAKA TANAKA he woukd 100% call you mama and not just as a thoughtless nickname it’s like “.......well yeah you are gonna be the mother of my kids after all” HE’S NOT PLAYING AROUNDDD

atsumu rubbing your tummy cause you have cramps and you’re groaning about how it hurts and he’s like “i know mama....it’s okay.....” shut the fuck up omg

i feel like it’s one of those things daichi says quietly...like it’s a secret omg like you show up at his practice to say hi he’ll excuse himself for a sec (aware of all the eyes on him and u) and a rlly soft murmur with panted breath and hands caressing your elbows “you going home mama? text me when you get there, yeah?” HOLY FUCK

also suna just says it in a sexy way like 🤨 who gave you the right. imagine you’re laying on your tummy in bed just on your phone and he walks into the room and slides up your body to lay with you and his face is in your neck as he breathes “hey ma...where you been all day” BYEEE I BEEN RIGHT HERE DADDY

talk to me about which anime guys/girls would say “mama” “mami” “ma”

[pinkchanelbag]

playing: godspeed 

daichi watches his own hands as they come up towards his face to deposit the sleeping pills in his mouth. he wonders how his fingers can feel like they tremble but still manage to be stable. perhaps he’s internalized it to do his job. perhaps his joints are just petrified. either way, it feels hard to move.

it’s only just the blue hour of the morning. twilight will come next, and that’s when daichi really should be arriving home, but today is different. 

his head is pivoted to stare at the periwinkle clouds from his window, while his body faces the kitchen counter. his back is straight, and remains straight as he walks through the hall to his bedroom. his limbs still feel stiff as he undoes his duty belt and unclips the radio at his shoulder, and unbuttons his shirt, pulls it off, undoes his pants, pulls them off. unstraps the bullet-proof vest that squeezes at his heart. he sets it all into a neat-ish pile for him to properly put away when he wakes up, or as the current situation is looking, when he stops laying down for several hours.

once he’s crawled robotically on his hands and knees to his pillow, his whole body sags at once. he falls to the mattress in slow speed, and once he touches it, he’s sure he’ll never be able to move again. 

he’s sure his voice has never been louder than it was today. not even louder than his biggest games on the courts with the highest ceilings when he called to his teammates that the ball was out of bounds, because there was something completely different about IT’S OUT and PUT THE GUN DOWN. then how was it true that he still wasn’t loud enough? not so loud that sneakers stopped from squeaking across the gym floor or bullets didn’t pierce the air and then pierce some more. 

daichi rolls over to look out of his bedroom window at the blue sky. it didn’t matter though, when they touched the ball anyway because out was followed by don’t mind and then good game and thank you and a warm, full belly and a walk home under star-dotted skies and the soundest sleep of which a person is capable. the muscles taut with effort and fried brains always sent the buzzing boys to sleep at the end of the night. a day’s exhaustion used to ensure rest, always. nights on tournament buses, soft rocking of wheels on stone. a room packed with young men, rivals by day and comrades by night.  

daichi watches the way the sky grows violet and tries to recall when sleep left him and fatigue settled permanently into his bones. streaks of orange make contact with the clouds, and daichi releases a silent prayer that his old friends are sound and dreaming, disturbed by no more than birdsong or sunshine. and when day breaks, he gets up to put away his uniform.