#kitadai

[venus-autopsy]

the captains passing daichi around like a blunt send tweet

[weathertheraine]

Final piece for HQ Royalty Bang - drawn for the fic ‘it’d be smart to walk away’ (but you’re quicksand)’ by tearsricochett on ao3!!

Read here! This was such a soft scene for such a soft rarepair and a great way to close out the event :D enjoy!

[tobirolycoly]

here’s a little snippet of something i’m writing (in which oikawa is a good caring senpai (surprisingly) and all tobio needs is someone by his side)

“Why are you here, Oikawa-san?” His voice is rough from lack of use and so quiet that for a second, he doubts that Oikawa even heard him.

But the senior shifts towards him, eyebrows upturned in surprise. He shakes it off quickly, replaced instead by a haughty raised brow.

“My, not even a hello, how are you doing? How’s your day, Oikawa-senpai? Lovely manners, Tobio.” Oikawa drawls, waving a hand flippantly in the air. Despite his annoyed tone, his amusement slips through.

Oh, he’s being playful.

And the glint in his eyes isn’t his usual arrogance or smugness- it is full of mirth. A gentle kind, soft in a way he rarely sees the senior. Atleast, not towards him.

The older setter lights up when Kageyama cracks a small, barely there smile.

There’s a bout of silence and Oikawa sombers, turning back to the lake in front of them. There’s grimness in his rueful smile.

“I was getting my knee checked,” Oikawa says. “It didn’t hurt that bad, but Iwa-chan made me go anyway. He’s such a worrywart.” He huffs. Despite his attempt at a light tone, there’s a hint of despair that aches throughout it.

Kageyama glances at his knee and indeed, there’s a brace on it now.

Oikawa shrugs. “The doctor told me to take it easy for a bit, ‘no jumping or overworking’, he said.

“What does he know though? He doesn’t even play volleyball!” He throws his hands in the air in frustration before crossing his arms with a harrumph.

“How am I supposed to ‘not jump around’? I may not be a wing spiker, but that doesn’t mean my feet are always planted, ugh!”

Oikawa startles when he hears a chuckle beside him. His enraged eyes soften when they meet his junior’s blues.

“You can handle a few days without overworking, Oikawa-san.” Kageyama mutters, matter of factly.

“And if you don’t, Iwaizumi-san might force you into ‘taking it easy’ whether you’d like it or not.”

Oikawa chuckles, wistful.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

[hoshihinas]

so....

[spookysp-ace]

look, brain, we gotta have a talk—I haven’t finished ONE fic, why do you think I’ve got time for these twenty other ideas

[snowdrxps]

kitadai + jacket

"Let me fix that," Kita says, and Daichi lets him reach over, slender fingers moving deft and firm against his left lapel, mere inches away from Daichi's heart; he wonders if Kita can tell he is holding his breath. He thinks he'd let him know, if he asked.

from the one-line writing meme i did on twitter

[spookysp-ace]

maybe if I look at enough art of Daichi and Kita then eventually I’ll write a fic for them because

they just

they’re so good >.<

[moramewhq]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kita Shinsuke/Sawamura Daichi Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Sawamura Daichi Additional Tags: hand holding, Fluff, lots of hand holding Series: Part 1 of we were designed to love Summary:

there was something divine in how perfectly hands fit together. it spoke volumes more than lips against lips.