#haikyuu self insert

[iwas-baby]

—𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢

v. jfk international

genre: vampire au, reincarnation au, drama

cw: weapons and mentions of murder

a/n: hey everyone, long LONG time no see. i was feeling bored and it dawned upon me that i hadn't continued his story, so im going to try my best to start it back up, im SO sorry for the wait and even though this chapter isn't long i hope you enjoy!

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Osamu was annoyed. His brother's flight had been delayed, the line for food at the airport was too long and worst of all, his ex-girlfriend was somehow intertwined with the same vampire who disgraced their family all those years before. Keeping his crossed arms firm against his chest, he swore he was going to rip his hair out if he had to wait another minute. 

“Yo, ‘Samu!” His brother was wearing a casual smile, waving to him as he pulled along his suitcase. He seemed to be in a better mood than Osamu, most likely not having the same sort of concern for the situation as he did. 

“Get movin’ I’ve already been waiting on yer ass for an hour.” 

“So no hello, don’t be so stuck up, if that motherfucker’s been alive for a century I don't think he’s gonna go anywhere.” If it wasn’t for the immense airport security, he would’ve punched Atsumu, instead deciding to give him a deadly stare which made the blond twin shiver. “Hurry up, I don’t wanna waste any more time.” 

Together they walked side by side, as Osamu explained the finer details of what had been going on in the past few weeks. Everything from the break up with you, to the coincidental meet up with the man on the road. 

“Maisy thought she had found a lead in the city, that’s what we were discussing when y/n walked in,” he said with furrowed eyebrows. “I’d been tracking that damn thing for weeks, tracking it all night ‘n studyin’ all day to learn how to take it down.”

At that point, the two men were in the car, Osamu in the driver’s seat, Atsumu in shotgun. Osamu’s fingers gripped the steering wheel as he recalled what led to your break up, and his brother could clearly see that it was upsetting it too much, opting to change the subject. 

“You’ve always had a knack for hunting the supernatural, not me though, you’re the one carryin’ out our legacy and whatnot,” he sighed, staring at the window getting a closer look at the American city. “Ya even went as far as to move all the way here for it. Ma and Pops are real proud, y’know?” 

“I’m sure they are, but this ain’t something i wanna be doing for the rest of my days, ya already know the only thing I’m actually after is the bloody vampire.” 

The rest of the drive was silent, a looming tension in the air as Osamu had yet to calm his anger. All he wanted was to live a normal life, and unlike Atsumu, he knew the only way for him to do that was to defeat the one thing that had been tormenting his family’s legacy. What made him want to get there faster was the idea of him hurting you, too. He couldn’t let history repeat itself, he had to keep you safe. Although he had a hard time showing it while you were together, he was infatuated with everything about you. Even now, when you clearly seemed to hate his guts, he was whispering your name in his sleep. 

They slowly pulled up to Osamu’s apartment complex, he helped his brother haul his heavy luggage into the building and into his unit. 

“Jeez, what did ya bring with ya, bricks?” He groaned, letting the suitcase fall onto the floor. This in turn earned a slap from the blond twin, insisting that the cargo he carried was fragile. 

“Well, someone needed to bring ya that anointed silver, dumbass.” Atsumu unzipped the suitcase, showing a case of expensive silverware. It was odd that no one at border security questioned him about it but nonetheless, Atsumu opened the case to show the pieces off. “Finest silver in Japan, blessed by three separate shamans, supposed to rip through the flesh of evil.” 

Osamu could picture it in his mind, that little beast pinned under him, a look of defeat and anger in his monstrous eyes. Though, he wondered if the creature would beg for mercy, or if it would accept defeat. He tried to guess how long the vampire had been alive, plaguing society, deflowering and killing women, tormenting old forgetting villages. 

“Have ya told Maisy about it?” His brother’s question snapped him back into reality, he felt his jaw clench at the thought of her. He hadn’t spoken to the girl since the breakup, blaming her presence entirely for the situation at hand. 

Osamu shook his head as Atsamu continued: “well we ought to ring her up, after all it’s her family that has all those dusty books with all the spells and what -have-yous.”

“Yer right.” It was something he didn’t want to admit, especially to his twin. He looked down at his phone, taking a deep breath before pressing call. 

Her cheery tone responded almost immediately, which pissed Osamu off. 

“What took you so long, I was waiting for you to call!” Osamu rolled his eyes, surely she was acting dumb on purpose, he didn’t think it capable of a human being to be so dense– maybe other than Atsamu. 

Osamu cleared his throat, looking over at his brother who was already scavenging through his pantry. “There’s something important. You should come over soon, Atsamu is here.” He didn’t know what else to say to her. 

“Is this about…” Her voice trailed off, losing its peppy tone, shifting almost instantly to a somber echo. 

“Yes.” 

“Do you need me to bring the books?” 

“No shit.” 

“Well I guess I’ll be seeing you soon.” Maisy hung up the phone, and Osamu let out a sigh, sitting down on the couch, hanging his head back. 

His heart was racing, palms becoming sweaty. He could feel it in his bones that something big was going to happen soon. There was a rattling under his skin, his life’s purpose would soon come to an end. Not only would he upkeep his family’s legacy of defending human kind from the metaphysical, but he would avenge the death of his ancestor– the one who started it all. It was so close, he could practically taste it on his tongue. Soon you would be back where you belonged, with him, and far away from that demon.  All he needed was a plan.

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You were maybe nine.

It was the kind of summer night where the air was heavy and warm, where cicadas hummed a lullaby outside the open window, and the three of you — you, Tooru, and Hajime—had declared yourselves too restless to sleep.

So Hajime dragged two futons into the living room while Tooru snuck snacks from the kitchen. You came down in your oversized t-shirt, a soft blanket clutched in your arms like armour.

The lights were off. Only the faint blue glow of the television cast shadows as you all lay sprawled on the floor, heads almost touching.

You remember the lull in conversation. How the laughter faded into quiet breathing, and then—

"Do you think we'll still be like this?" Tooru asked, voice soft. "In high school?"

You had blinked, turning your head just enough to look at him.

"Like what?" you asked.

He was staring at the ceiling. "Together."

Hajime scoffed, poking him in the ribs. "Don't be weird. Of course we will."

Tooru made a face, but it was mostly hidden in the dark. "Things change."

"You change," Hajime muttered.

You reached over and tapped both of their hands, linking your fingers with theirs. Tooru is on your left. Hajime is on your right.

"I don't want us to change," you whispered.

Tooru didn't answer at first.

Then, so quietly you almost didn't catch it:

"...Me neither."

The fan buzzed above you, whirring through the silence.

Three kids. One summer night. Three small hands tangled together in the dark.

You didn't know what the future held then.

But in that moment, the world was simple.

And the three of you were stars in the same sky.

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The rhythm of the ball against the gym floor isn't right.

Tooru can feel it.

His serve is clean, sharp. The toss is perfect. The form is textbook.

But something is off. Wrong.

His team keeps glancing toward the bench when they think he's not looking. There's no easy laughter between rotations. And you—

You haven't spoken to him in two days.

Not really. Not the way you usually do, with those murmurs at his shoulder, your fingers tugging lightly at his sleeve when he pushes himself too far. You haven't reminded him to eat. You haven't hunted him down after practice to offer your unwavering support or your tea. You haven't offered your quiet, steady "I'm proud of you" at the end of practice.

And it's driving him insane.

"You're being weird," Iwaizumi says bluntly when they're changing.

Tooru doesn't even snap back. Just keeps staring at his shoes.

"I mean it, Tooru. Fix it."

"I didn't break anything," he mutters, which is a lie, and he knows it.

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You're sorting bandages after practice when the door creaks open behind you.

You don't turn.

"I'm not here to fight," he says, quietly.

Still, you don't look back. "Then don't say anything that'll start one."

Tooru freezes by the door.

You're never like this with him. Even when you're annoyed, even when you're tired, you've always made room for him. And now, it's like the air between you is made of glass.

He steps closer. Slowly. Like you might run.

"I was out of line."

You nod once. "Yeah. You were."

He flinches. You don't sugarcoat it. You don't make it easier for him.

"I'm used to being told I'm not enough," he says suddenly, voice tight. "Kageyama, Ushiwaka... everyone. But you— You were the one person I thought would never..."

You set the med kit down with a soft thud.

"I never gave up on you, Tooru. I still haven't." You finally turn, eyes searching his. "But it's not fair to keep standing in the fire just because you're the one burning."

He says nothing.

Because there's no comeback for that. No charm. No pretty words.

Just silence and guilt and something like regret tightening in his chest.

You walk past him gently.

But you don't stop.

Not this time.

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The bell rings across campus, and the hallway floods with chatter, sneakers squeaking against polished floors and backpacks swinging on shoulders. Third-years are hunched over notebooks, first-years are scurrying like mice, and the second-years—Oikawa included—are halfway through their school day and already exhausted.

But he's not going to the vending machine.

He's going to find you.

Your classroom is two hallways over from his, past the science labs and that stupid poster with the volleyball guy holding carrots for arms.

He tells himself he's just going to say hi. Maybe ask how your classes are. Maybe—if he gets lucky—he'll hear you say his name the way you used to, quiet and familiar, like it belonged to someone more than a star on the court.

But the moment he turns the corner, he hears it.

"Oikawa-senpai!" "There he is—Tooru-kun!!" "Wait, I made cookies for you—!"

Three girls, then five. Then nine. Clusters of excitement with braided hair, camera phones, and starry eyes.

They surround him before he can react, voices overlapping like white noise. Compliments. Questions. Fake giggles.

He smiles. Of course he does.

That polite, charming, plastic smile he's mastered. The one that makes them swoon. The one that keeps people from seeing the storm underneath.

He's used to this.

But today... His eyes flick toward the window behind the crowd. Toward you.

You're sitting at your desk, leaning over a notebook. A pen between your fingers. Your hair catches in the breeze from the open window.

You're right there.

He could call out. Push past. Walk into your class, like he used to.

But he doesn't.

Because he sees it—that small glance you give him.

Not annoyed. Not angry.

Just... tired.

You don't wave.

You don't smile.

You just lower your head back to your page, like he's no different than any of the voices that cling to his name.

His breath catches in his throat.

The girls are still talking.

But all he can think about is how he used to be able to walk up to you without feeling like he had to earn the right.

Now, he's just a stranger in the same uniform.

His smile doesn't falter — not when one of the girls brushes her fingers against his sleeve, not when another hands him a letter folded in glittery paper. He's perfected this routine, the way his eyes crinkle just enough, the way his voice lingers when he says thank you.

But his gaze drifts.

Always back to you.

His eyes still follow your movements while he attends to all the girls surrounding him, and then he sees it.

A few classmate approaches you, all bright smiles and twinkling eyes, none of whom he knew.

One of them taps your shoulder. Another leans in close, saying something that makes you blink in surprise. And then, just like that, they're around you. Pulling up chairs. Tossing jokes across your desk. One slides your notebook aside without asking.

You smile.

Tentative. A little shy.

But you smile.

And for a moment, Tooru feels the ground slip.

Because he can't hear what you're saying — the fanclub is still giggling, still tugging at his attention like it belongs to them — but he sees your head tilt back as you laugh at something, sees one of them ruffle your hair, and—

And you're gone from view.

Your classmates block the line between you and him completely.

And suddenly it feels like the window closed.

He can't see you.

He can't hear you.

And for the first time in a long time, he realises he's on the outside of your orbit.

A pulse of something bitter rises in his throat. Not anger, not quite jealousy—something messier. Something like fear.

He looks back at the letter in his hand.

Pink hearts. His name in bubble letters.

Not your handwriting.

He doesn't even remember the girl's face.

"Senpai, do you want to come eat lunch with us?" one of them coos beside him.

Tooru forces another smile. "Sorry," he says, his voice thinner than usual. "Club meeting."

A lie.

But they giggle anyway, too charmed to notice the crack in his voice.

He walks past them, every step heavier than the last.

He doesn't look back at your classroom again.

Because he's not sure what would hurt more—

Still seeing you surrounded by new people, or realising you didn't notice he was ever there.

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The gym is empty.

Late afternoon sun pours in through the high windows, catching dust in the air. Practice ended hours ago. The rest of the team has cleared out.

But Oikawa is still there, sitting on the bench just past the net, water bottle untouched at his side, posture slack for once. The clean-up's half done, the floor mats are still rolled up, and one of the volleyball carts is tipped slightly, like he forgot to fix it.

He's staring at the floor. Not with his usual sharp-eyed calculation.

Just... staring.

"You're still here?" Hajime's voice cuts into the silence, not surprised but not unkind.

Oikawa doesn't flinch. Doesn't look up. "Yeah."

Hajime walks in, letting the door swing shut behind him with a clang. He shrugs off his jacket and tosses it onto a bench, eyeing his best friend as he crosses the court.

"You didn't even do your cooldown stretches," Hajime says eventually, crouching down to adjust a stray net hook. "What, is the great Oikawa Tooru distracted?"

A weak huff escapes Oikawa's lips. "Don't sound so hopeful."

Silence lapses again.

Hajime finishes with the net and stands. "You didn't even say goodbye to [Your name] today."

At that, Oikawa finally looks up.

His face isn't the smirking mask he wears around fans or the confident captain expression he uses in front of the team.

It's just tired. Pale. Closed off.

"I saw [Your Name] earlier," he mutters.

Hajime narrows his eyes. "Yeah. Outside their class."

A pause.

"You didn't go in," Hajime continues. "You stood there, smiled through your little fan parade, and then walked away."

Tooru's jaw twitches. "So what?"

"You want me to answer that?"

"No," he snaps.

But Hajime steps closer. "You keep doing this. You push [Your name] away. Even when we were younger, a tiny bit of hurt, and you pushed them away like there was no tomorrow. You pull yourself in tighter. And then you act like it's everyone else who's walking off."

Tooru's fists clench on his knees. "You think I don't know that?"

"Then why?" Hajime's voice rises just enough to echo off the gym walls. "Why didn't you just walk over?"

"You didn't see [Your name]," Oikawa bites out. "[Your name] were laughing. With people I didn't know. They didn't even look at me."

"Bullshit," Hajime says immediately. "They look at you every single time, Tooru. Even when you're being a jerk. Even when they have no reason to."

Oikawa opens his mouth. Shuts it.

Hajime sighs. The anger fades, and what's left is concern.

"Look, I know you're scared," he says, softer now. "Of losing [Your name]. Of not being enough."

A pause.

"But if you don't stop treating them like a distant planet you have to chase, one day they're gonna stop waiting for you to catch up."

Oikawa swallows hard.

He doesn't answer.

And Hajime doesn't push him this time.

He just picks up the volleyball cart and quietly sets it upright.

"...Go talk to them," he says finally. "Before it's too late."

[plebbypebblepleb]

HAPPY SUNA DAY

EWWWW WeewwWWWWW IS THAT A SELF INSERT UGH GROSS BLEH GET YOUR PITCHFORKS

I went crazy with the lighting leave me alone I haven't drawn in a while (FRICK YOU BURNOUT AAAUUGFHHH)

well anyways I was a bit self indulgent when I dressed him in pink, but HEY. IN MY DEFENSE, HE MUST LOOK VERY HANDSOME FOR HIS SPECIAL DAY.

love this guy sm HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNAAA

@six-eyed-samurai

[batlody]

look at us all cute and lovely as if we weren't rage baiting the shit out of each other just a moment ago :3

all credits of this art work go to @dictearchive thank you so much for this beautiful piece <3

[zen-the-dumb]

Koushi Sugawara Headcannons

Bullied!Reader

Being the caring person he is, he noticed changes in your behavior almost immediately after it started.

(For physically bullied reader)

Once he sees the bruises, he can finally confirm his theories about what has been happening, but he doesnt bring it up just yet.

He wastes no time trying to subtly hint to you that he already knows, and if you don’t realise, he probably gets a tad bit annoyed.

Eventually he just confronts you in the hallway or something after classes and just casually asks why you always have so many bruises and are always so down.

If you try to avoid the subject, he tells you that he knows what’s happening, and he wants to know who did it.

If you still deny that anything is happening, he tells you that you don’t have to be scared to tell his because he just wants to help.

Once you finally admit it, he asks you again who it is or what group of people it is. Once you tell him that, he immediately wants to go to tell a teacher.

If you are afraid that the bullying will get worse if you tell a teacher what is happening, Suga just tells you that you have nothing to worry about and that it’ll help to tell an adult.

If you still tell him no, he just sighs and gives in, with a compromise of course. He has to accompany you from class to class to make sure nothing happens to you.

He will then start accompanying you from 1st period to 2nd and 3rd and so forth before he goes to his own classes. He also accompanies you to and from club activities and extracurriculars.

The passive aggressive glares at the person or group of people bullying you are probably a bit of an astronomical number.

(For mentally bullied reader)

He realises how down you’ve been and the changes in your mood. He notices how you are more irritable than usual too.

Eventually, after seeing how you’ve started speaking down about yourself, he connects the dots in his head and is just like kinda wondering if his theory about this is crazy.

He tries to get more evidence to support his theory (just to feel better about asking you about it.)

Eventually he just mans up and asks you about it.

You tell him about it a little and he immediately asks you who has been belittling you and insulting you.

You tell him and he is fucking pissed, but it’s his usual ‘stay calm’ type of mad.

He probably tries to tell you that none of what they’re saying about you is true and that you’re a beautiful/handsome person. He showers you with affection to try to make you feel better about yourself.

A few days later he checks back in and asks if it has gotten any better. When you say no he goes through the compliments and telling you that their belittling isn’t true again before going straight towards a teacher or the counselor.

If you try to hold him back he just looks at you weird.

When you tell him you’re afraid they’ll belittle you for telling on them he does stop since that is a reasonable concern, but then just goes right back to what he was going to do.

He tells the teacher or counselor he was walking towards and afterwards assures you that he won’t let the belittling happen again if they try to insult you because they got in trouble.

Gn!reader

(Just cute generic headcannons now. The whole thing is Gn!reader but i don’t know what to title this so-)

If you’re in the volleyball club, he helps you with practice alot.

If you’re a middle blocker he tries to spike the ball fro you to block and dig as well as does serves for you to get.

If you’re a wingspiker, he sets the ball up for you as much as you like and helps you with serve recieve stuff if you’re a more defense centered player.

If you’re a setter, he teaches you a bunch of cool sets and may hit a few of yours if you want.

If you’re a libero, he will try to spike for you, serve for you to get, set up balls for Asahi so you can try to receive his hits and overall just does a bunch of defense things to help you get better at whatever you want to get better at.

If you’re a pinch server, he tries to get your serves to help you with accuracy and/or power on your serves.

Trans!reader

Assures you that your gender is valid and that you should never have to feel bad for it.

Oh gods, if you’re purposely misgendered, he will not hesitate to passive aggressively say “Um, actually Y/n’s pronouns are (insert pronouns here)”

He feels bad whenever you have dysphoria because he knows how much it must suck but can’t truly empathize because he’s never been through it. Suga just wants you to be happy and it hurts his heart to see you in pain over something you can’t even control.

Has tons of ways to distract you from your dysphoria. He will buy you food, he will give you hugs if you want them, he will lend you his clothes (if you’re a trans guy. If you’re a trans woman, he will not hesitate to buy you makeup or clothes if you can’t afford it for whatever reason or have transphobic parents <3) he will do anything to make you feel better.

First date headcannons

Suga feels like the type who would be really basic for a first date. He would take you to a nice cafe and then you’d go fro a walk in the park or something afterwards.

It’s still cute as fuck though cause he would add his own personal twist to it.

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Hope you enjoyed!

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Commission for @dapperappleton !!

Thank you for comming me !! Cannot believe this is my second haikyuu comm and I’ve never even seen the show

[byunbqbes]

(人◕‿◕) 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 (•◡•) - matchup for @littlemoono

matched with semi eita

semiiiii, our soft guitar boi 🎸

i REALLY DO NOT CARE that he seems hot-tempered and what not - NO. i am convinved he is soft. #softsemiagenda

anyway. semi strikes me as an ambivert - will def be the one to approach you if you're the shyer one!

he's the type of guy to take things slow and always wait for you to make a move or drop hints

when neither of you make a move, onlookers (aka the WHOLE shiratorizawa squad) literally call semi a "dense idiot"

will listen to the songs that you like and record a low quality video of him playing the guitar and singing along, and send it to you as a birthday present

semi will obnoxiously sing along to disney songs on movie nights. seeing him belt out songs with his whole lung makes you giggle and sing along as well

just two cute idiots screaming at the top of your lungs, "I'LL...MAKE A MAN...OUT OF YOUUU"

he's the type of guy who will softly hum songs you like during cuddle sessions and gently nuzzle his face into your shoulder

or gives you light pecks on your moles and tells you "your moles are where your soulmate kissed you in your past life"

literally crawls out of bed as quietly as possible to write lyrics in his lyric book when he's hit with sudden waves of inspiration

because he suddenly feels something seeing the way you literally glow in the moonlight when you fall asleep before him

serenades you with his guitar AND special lyrics on special occasions !!!

literally brings so much energy and fun to the relationship!

but semi is good at striking some sort of balance and knows not to overwhelm you with TOO much energy

so chill brunch dates and small pillow fights are a common occurence

please wear his hoodies and get matching accessories. this man will cry from happiness-

PLEASE also ask him to teach you how to play the guitar. this man will literally turn giddy-