#matsudai

[billdenbrough]

microfic monday

MATSUKAWA/DAICHI • haikyuu • FIRST KISS, for @jadehqknb

today has actually been hectic at work so it took a little longer to kickstart this week’s microfic monday, but i’m finishing out the shift by slamming through some 💗 this one has been waiting for a hot sec – sorry, friend!! 😭 jade asked for matsudai and so here i am haha

[magioftheseas]

Take It Like A Man!!

Summary: An alternate scene in which Nidai does It to Matsuda in Chapter 26 of Super Danganronpa 2: Matsuda Yasuke’s Battle of Despair and Wits.

Rating: T+

Warnings: It’s suggestive. Also blood that was in the original fic. There’s specifically a nosebleed.

Notes: Y’all should’ve seen this coming. I don’t know how Nidai became a secondary love interest in this AU but he is one so he’s gonna get his own gay af bonus scene with Matsuda. It’s only fair. Sorry, Owari.

Read this fic among others HERE

Main story is HERE

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“KATSUUUUU!!!”

Owari took off in a dash towards him. Her arms spread out and she propelled herself forward with a leap. Matsuda quickly side-stepped out of the way, and she smashed into the ground.

“Oogh! Urgh!” Owari spat out dirt and grass. She rubbed at her face, voice coming out as a nasal whine. “The hell did you dodge for?! Dirty coward!”

“No,” Nidai said, laughing as he walked up. “Pretty smart on Matsuda’s part! With his frame, he would’ve just crumbled under ya! This is why dodging can be just as effective as throwing a punch! Letting gravity do all the work! Gwahaha!”

Owari let out a groan of frustration. “It’s so cowardly!”

“Sorry if having self-preservation counts as being cowardly,” Matsuda retorted. “Even though pride doesn’t mean shit on death’s bed.” He pauses, noticing the dribble of dark red down Owari’s lip and dripping off her chin onto her shirt. He grimaced, realizing. “You’re bleeding. Come on.”

Owari blinked up at his hand. A grin split her face and before Matsuda was able to fully register the fucking awful mistake he just made—she snatched his wrist and yanked him down, trapping him with a headlock as she furiously rubbed her fist to his hair.

“Shouldn’t have let down your guard, Katsuuuuu!”

Nidai laughed heartily at the sight. Matsuda decided that next time—fucking next time, he was just going to let Owari bleed out and leave her for dead. Especially if she was going to bleed on him. On the clean lab coat he just fucking put on.

He furiously smacked her arm and it probably hurt him more than it hurt him. She dropped him and he unceremoniously smacked into her lap as she cackled. Nidai lifted him up by the scruff of his coat and settled him back on his feet.

“It’s nice that you two are getting along,” he said as he dusted Matsuda off, cheerfully and willfully oblivious to Matsuda boiling with unrestrained ire. “That said, Owari you should go with him to get your nose bandaged. It’s important to take care of your body.” Pausing, he seems to notice Matsuda’s stiff shoulders and moves to squeeze them. “And Matsuda, you should let me do it.”

“You’re gonna do it with him, too?!” Owari exclaimed. “I thought I was special, old man!”

“Matsuda clearly NEEDS it!” Nidai bellowed back. “Do not be so SELFIIIIIIISH!!”

Yeah. Sure. Matsuda thought, twitching. Scream right next to my fucking ear. God. This is why I hate jocks.

Unfortunately, he was now in a situation where fleeing wasn’t an option. Another reason why jocks were the worst. Too dumb for emotional manipulation, too unyielding for any physical backlash from a guy who skipped every gym class to bury his nose in medical texts. There was basically no way of dealing with them.

Matsuda sighed loudly.

“Right. Anyway.” He shuddered when Nidai squeezed his shoulders again. This time had more of a damned effect, proving the power of those strong hands. Damn that meathead. “I have—places to be. I’m going to the pharmacy so I can bandage up the rabid chick’s nose in the meantime if...” Another squeeze. Matsuda bit his tongue to muffle any responding groan before smacking Nidai’s hand. “Stop that! I... Urgh...”

Inventory is important... Inventory... Inventory...

 “Will you come back and let me do it?” Nidai asked with utmost seriousness. Hating himself for feeling his face get hot, Matsuda bit down harder on his tongue.

I did get some lotion from the MonoMono Machine...

He really did get all kinds of weird fucking items. Particularly the lotion in question with its tacky bottle and perverse branding. For rubbing aaaaaaaall over your bear body, upupupu. Something like that. He would’ve tossed it on that offense alone, but it was actually pretty high-quality lotion...

And wouldn’t it feel really nice?

“I guess...there are bandages in my cottage...” He ended up mumbling. “But I still gotta go to the pharmacy...”

“Bwahaha!” Nidai patted his back. “Then you’ll go after! For now... To your place, YEAH?! MATSUDAAAAA?!”

Owari was fuming at him, cheeks an impressive shade of red considering the blood still flowing from her nose.

“Yeah,” Matsuda croaked, electing to just ignore her. “My place.”

--

Well. They were in his cottage and he did get the first aid kit for Owari first thing, but—it was feeling a bit crowded. And he didn’t have a door for his bathroom. He shouldn’t give a damn, he really shouldn’t but...

“Owari, you don’t mind stepping out, right?” Nidai asked gruffly, cracking his knuckles. “The point of it is to get Matsuda to relax. It’d be better if we were alone.”

Owari sighed heavily, pinching her nose as she did.

“I gueeeeeeeeess.”

Still huffy, she still tossed them once last glare before heading to the door. She slammed the door shut hard enough to rattle the hinges. She almost fucking broke it.

Matsuda fumed next except Nidai clapped his hand down on his shoulder. He jumped, staring up stupidly at Nidai’s grinning face.

“Let’s get started. Now!” He bellowed, “STRIIIIIIIIIP!!!”

“She can still hear you,” Matsuda hissed, but he shed his coat anyway. Annoyance couldn’t compete with his resolve and now that he had Nidai in his cottage, he’d be fucking damned if he didn’t see it to the end. “Just don’t shout so fucking much. We can be professionals about this.”

Nidai chortled, but that fire in his gaze burned and burned as Matsuda undressed. Tie. Dress shirt. Pants. Nidai’s gaze swept his frame, but that was an inferno that Matsuda wasn’t going to get caught in right now.

Even if he still felt a little flustered about it as he went to lie down face first on the bed. Only in his underwear. He heard the rustling of Nidai taking off his own jacket.

“There’s lotion in my coat pocket,” Matsuda mumbled before he forgot. “It’s hard to miss. Shaped like a certain shitty bear.”

Nidai harrumphed but he dug out the lotion anyway. He inhaled sharply.

“Ah! This is GOOD stuff! Owari likes it a lot!” Nidai sounded very, very fucking pleased. “Alright, Matsuda! The road to a brand new world is gonna be SLICK!”

Brand new world, huh? He listened to the bottle being popped open. He felt goosebumps rise on his skin despite the temperature being the same as always. It wouldn’t be the first fucking time he was almost naked like this. Unfortunately, it was impossible to pretend that this was just like any physical.

“This your first time?” Nidai asked, and Matsuda doesn’t have to look to know he’s coming closer. He can hear it in those heavy steps. “Has anyone else ever had ya like this?”

It’s not helped by Nidai almost whispering for once. As if he had to be careful with the weight of each word.

“Don’t think so,” Matsuda grumbled. “I’ve just never really have the time.”

Why the fuck am I so embarrassed about this?

He tries not to flinch when the bed dipped significantly under Nidai’s weight. He forced himself to calm the fuck down when he felt Nidai’s smooth, slick hands on his back.

“No good,” Nidai growled. “You need to take time out for yourself.”

Nidai’s thumbs pressed hard into a knot just under his shoulder blades. Matsuda muffles a yelp and he wonders if he should grab a pillow or something—except that isn’t going to fucking work because his body needs to be straight and flat. Dammit.

Nidai worked down his spine and he was helpless. Each twinge was strange, but he still loosened under the ministrations, relaxing more and more. Sparks of pleasure had him groan in relief, and he wasn’t even bothered by the weird ‘ratatata’s being grumbled under Nidai’s breath.

“You like it, don’t you?” Nidai asked, voice low and husky. “Now you won’t be able to live without it.”

God, he’s so fucking ridiculous.

So much so that Matsuda can’t help but laugh.

“Do you have any idea how you fucking sound right now?” He almost chokes on a sudden purr when Nidai kneads his lower back. “Fuck, that feels really nice.”

Sometimes, he can’t help but be a hypocrite, sighing and humming in a way that was almost obscene. He felt himself quiver with a particularly deep press into his nape, and Nidai chuckled softly under his breath.

“That’s it. Feel the POWER of the Ultimate Masseur, NIDAI NEKOMARUUUUU!!!”

“Stop yelling, keep massaging,” Matsuda snapped. He sighed again when Nidai didn’t halt in rubbing down the knots in his shoulders. “Oh fuuuuck, that’s it...”

With each knot kneaded out, it was a lifetime of stress melting away. He could’ve dozed off like this and indeed, he did give in a little and for once in his life, he just—stopped—thinking.

After a while, his eyes fluttered open. Nidai’s hands weren’t on him anymore, but he still felt the other’s weight situated on the corner of the bed. Pushing himself up, Matsuda did in fact feel his body much easier to move. Looser, even. He stretched with a soft whine, and—there. A flinch. From the other party.

When he turned, Nidai flashed him with a broad grin.

“There’s still work to be done on your shoulders, but I didn’t want to disturb ya!” A hearty laugh, but one that seemed more breathless than before.

“You can keep going, then,” Matsuda said immediately and would’ve flopped back down had Nidai not pulled him back.

“Just like this is fine,” was muttered into his hair and those large hands gripped and squeezed his shoulders. In a more cranky state of mind, Matsuda would’ve groused about the sudden strangeness in the atmosphere.

But, Matsuda was feeling pretty compliant. It was clear now how Nidai managed to tame Owari. All Nidai had to do was press his thumb like so into the knot under Matsuda’s nape and Matsuda would jump off a fucking bridge for this.

For now, he just hummed in contentment as Nidai works his magic once more.

Until there’s another pause.

“Ahaha. Haha.” Did Nidai’s laugh sound a bit dry? “You said you had to go to the pharmacist, right?”

He had almost completely forgotten.

“Urgh.” Matsuda groaned as the reality of the situation settled right back in his head. Like a fucking infestation of cockroaches. “Fuck, right.”

“We can continue again later,” Nidai was saying. “Even if you’re not one of my athletes, you’re still...”

He trails off. Matsuda is too busy retrieving his clothes to comment on it, but he does notice the meathead coach’s sudden sheepishness.

He’s not...?

Nidai’s blush darkened when he glanced back.

The reality of the situation settled in. Nidai looked away.

...it’s nothing. It’s just the circumstances that are strange. Don’t—don’t be fucking stupid and look so deeply into something like...

He needed. To get his damn shoes.

But when he swings down to retrieve them, he realizes his door has been opened.

And Owari is fucking glaring at him from the crack.

“What the FUCK?!”

And maybe, just maybe, Matsuda was a little too fucking flustered after all. And maybe he flung his shoe a little too hard. Owari may have taken it like a champ, but like a fucking idiot, she took it to the fucking face. Right on the damn nose.

“You were taking so LONG!” she exclaimed, completely undeterred with her stained bandage. It’d have to be replaced, she was probably bleeding again. “I won’t have ya completely monopolizing the old man’s IT!”

Nidai broke into uproarious laughter and Matsuda cursed himself out for expecting things to play out any other stupid fucking way.

This really isn’t the place for it. So, don’t fucking think about it. If this was a story, it’d be a fucking horror, not a romance.

“Right,” he griped. “To the fucking pharmacy, then.”

He just needed to get dressed. It’d be like nothing ever happened. Nothing at all.

At least it was a lot easier to move now.

I’ll have to see that brand new day again. Preferably soon. And then... I don’t know, maybe things can be normal?

The events transpired as normal. As expected. Whatever.

(But, no, he never got the chance to experience it again. But if he knew it’d be the first and last time on these stupid fucking islands, it wouldn’t have changed a thing between him, Nidai, or even Owari for that matter.)

[ezzydean]

If you’re ever in the mood, I adore your MatsuDai and would love whatever you’d like to write for them with a prompt of “you’re a werewolf? No wonder you never let me do your laundry and like to be petted.”

More MatsuDai because I love them and I love that you ask me for them!

Daichi freezes, one leg inside the window and one out, when he hears Matsukawa groaning softly.  Matsukawa isn’t supposed to be here.  Matsukawa is supposed to be out of town with friends.  Which is perfect.  Because then when Daichi sneaks into their apartment after his night out there’s no one to see how absolutely exhausted and wrecked he looks.  He knows he looks wrecked.  For one thing he’s seen his reflection when he gets back after nights like this.  For another Suga has absolutely no problem telling him just how shitty he looks after a long night.

Anyway.  No one is supposed to be here.  That way he can slink in, stand under the shower until it runs cold, and then collapse onto his bed for a few hours until he feels somewhat human again.  He blames the fact that he’s so exhausted for not realizing sooner that someone is in his room.

Matsukawa rolls onto his back and squints towards the window.

“The heck you doin’ comin’ through the window?  We have a door.”

Daichi pulls himself the rest of the way inside and shuts the window.

“What are you doing on my bedroom floor?  You have your own room.”

Matsukawa shrugs sheepishly.  “I missed you?”  Daichi raises his eyebrows.

“I dunno if I buy that.”

“I was confused when I came home?”  

Daichi rolls his eyes and shuffles over to his closet to dig out some clean clothes.

“Now that sounds more believable.”  He heads for the door.  “I’m gonna shower until the water runs cold.”  Matsukawa waves an arm at Daichi.

—

He doesn’t plan to fall asleep in the shower.  But he totally does it, not even waking up when the water cools.  It’s not until he shivers and smacks his head against the wall that he wakes back up, startled and shuddering.  He stands slowly, muscles aching from overuse and cold, and smacks blindly at the wall until he finds the faucet and shuts the shower off.  He doesn’t even open his eyes as he stumbles out of the shower and dries off with the first towel he grabs.  A quick sniff makes him realize it’s actually Matsukawa’s towel but he shrugs and keeps going.

He shuffles back over to his own room in a pair of ratty sweats and finally opens his eyes when he trips on his way to his bed.  He makes a half-hearted effort to stay upright but loses the battle with gravity and winds up splayed across Matsukawa who simply lets out a grunt.  That’s it.  Not other reaction.

“Are you dead?”  Daichi can’t help but ask.  “Or dying?”

“Sometimes I hate full moons,” Matsukawa mumbles.  Daichi nods.  He understands that feeling.  Then Matsukawa goes stiff under him and clears his throat.  “I mean, uh, you know.  Crazy shit happens on full moons and all that.”

Daichi nods again and this time something rolls loose in his overly tired brain and he pushes himself up enough to squint down at Matsukawa.  It’s really a surprise he hasn’t put it together before.  Matsukawa is always out when the full moon happens.  He hates strongly scented soaps.  He’s really snarly and growly when he’s upset.  He can see really well in the dark.

“You’re a werewolf too?”  Daichi says eventually.  “Huh no wonder you never let me do your laundry and you like to be petted.”  Daichi reaches up to run his hand through Matsukawa’s tangled hair with a grin.

“I’m not supposed to tell people about—  wait.  Too?”

Daichi chuckles sheepishly.  “Uh… Surprise?”

Matsukawa sits up so fast that Daichi tumbles to the floor.  “I can’t believe you never told me!  Shit that explains why you can always tell when someone else has been here, you can smell them!  And why you’re always wandering around with your eyes shut in the mornings but you never run into things even if I move them.”

“I never told you?  Um hello.  Pot.  Kettle.”  Daichi gestures between them.  Then he laughs.  “Oh man Suga is never going to let me hear the end of this,” he explains when Matsukawa hums curiously.  “We’ve been living together for two years and just now figured out we were both wolves.  I bet that little shit knows you’re a werewolf and is wondering how long it will take me to figure it out.”

“Is that the sort of thing he’d do?”

“Yes.  One hundred percent a thing he’d do.”

Matsukawa hums again and then flops onto his back again.  “Oikawa too probably.  He’s really perceptive about this shit.  He probably knew the first time he met you.”  Daichi wriggles around until they’re side by side staring up at his ceiling.  “So,” Matsukawa eventually says, “do we tell them or do we see how long we can go on pretending we don’t have a clue before they finally crack?”

Daichi hums in consideration.  “That depends.  Do we do increasingly wolf-like things around each other in their presence?”

“Oh of course.”

“And if they try to hint at it we just deny it.  ‘Oh no way is Matsukawa a wolf Suga.  I’d know if he was.’ and all that?”

“Um duh.  Yes.  ‘What do you mean he’s a were Oikawa?  He totally doesn’t even smell like one you’re so wrong.’ Oh that would piss him off so much.”  Matsukawa turns onto his side and nudges Daichi.  “Can we do it?  Please?”

Daichi glances over and snorts: Matsukawa is sporting one hell of a puppy eyed look, complete with pout.

“You don’t have to twist my arm into it.”

—

It’s once again the morning after the full moon and Daichi freezes halfway through climbing into his window.

“You know you can use the freaking door,” Matsukawa mutters from his spot curled up on Daichi’s floor.

“You know if you miss my scent so badly you can just crash on my bed.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Make me.”  

Matsukawa’s eyes flash at Daichi but he just laughs, eyes wild and heart free.

[finnthebunneh]

Daichi slowly getting comfortable and showing affection to his sweet bf who loves him so so much (๓´╰╯`๓) (From that good boi sawamura daichi & soft punks mattsun and kuroo au)

[spring-emerald]

If we can ask for more than one three sentence fic, how about MatsuDai and pet shop AU? 💞

"Mattsun, have you seen the love...birds..." Daichi comes to a slow stop as he sees Mattsun sitting gingerly on the floor with the same pair of lovebirds Daichi's looking for, sitting on top of his unruly curls. "Do I want to know what you and they are doing?"

Matsukawa gazes up in attempt to look at the lovebirds, but he obviously can't so he just raised a skeptical eyebrow then says "I guess they wanted to check out my love nest?"

Thank you @vball-baes-bball-babes!

[stacysmash]

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

Daichi Love Fest 2020: First Kiss

Relationship: Matsukawa x Daichi Rating: Teen WC: 847

Matsukawa tried restraining his smile but to no avail. He nodded to a couple passing by, a chuckle tumbling past his lips at their reaction to the huge mass in the front of his long winter coat. Glancing around the street, there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the vicinity that would be disturbed by his currently monstrous figure. Despite the loveliness of the snow drifting around him, catching the warm light of the streetlamp above, it was cold and late, so most people had gone home already.

He hissed as cold fingers snuck up the back of his shirt and he opened up the top of his coat to glare down inside of it.

“Excuse me, do you mind?”

A set of big brown eyes gleamed up at him, a mischievous smile rising beneath them. “No, I don’t mind at all.”

Matsukawa snorted. “I never would have thought you, mature and resilient Sawamura Daichi, would be such a big baby.”

“It’s your fault for wearing a comfy coat that’s large enough to accommodate us both.”

“It’s your fault for trying to be a badass and wearing a skimpy jacket. It’s February.”

“You don’t like it?” Daichi asked, his voice deepening to a tone made of velvet. He straightened up, most likely standing on his toes, until his head popped out of Matsukawa’s coat. His body shivered inside, and Matsukawa quickly wrapped his arms around him, hugging him closer.

Daichi smiled and batted his eyelashes, something a grown man shouldn’t have gotten away with, but he somehow made the flirtatious action seem natural. He narrowed his eyes at him, trying hard not to take the bait.

“You’re far more cunning than people give you credit for.”

Read the rest on AO3!

[kythen]

Three Sentence Fic Round-Up

Did a couple of three sentence fics over on twitter and here they are:

Kurodai // Good Omens AU

In the beginning, there was Adam and Eve and a suspiciously temptingly placed apple tree and all was good. Kuroo had been there too, even if he had not actually been called “Kuroo” then, and so had Daichi, who was then just called “The Guardian of the Eastern Gate” and “that angel with the flaming sword”, which had then been promptly been corrected to “the softy who gave away his flaming sword bestowed upon him by God Herself because the humans had been cold (and vulnerable and expecting)”.

At the end, there was an Adam, who also so happened to be the Antichrist, and there was Kuroo and Daichi, hand-in-hand and flaming sword-in-hand (finally!) and crank-in-hand-with-no-car against the world, and even though they were seconds away from being royally fucked by Satan himself, with Daichi still there by his side, Kuroo thought that perhaps all would still be good.

---

Kurodai // Angel/Demon (aka another Good Omens AU)

“Angel!” Kuroo roars, his voice cutting across the distance, and passers-by turn his way, expectantly, even though Kuroo had been referring to none of them, the vain and nosy lot. There may be plenty of angels up in heaven and perhaps a few skulking (could angels skulk?) around undercover down here on Earth, but to Kuroo, there has only ever been one angel for him over the course of their long and meandering history of six thousand years.

Judging by the guilty look on his face, that angel knows exactly who he is and Kuroo sees panic flash briefly across Daichi’s face before he smooths it out and straightens his jacket as Kuroo stomps over to him.

---

Atsukita // College AU

Even though they are only a year apart, Atsumu thinks that Kita feels innumerably mature, his sombre pale gold eyes holding some wisdom within them that feels ancient.

His eyes are hidden behind a pair of wire frame spectacles now, his attention diverted as he pores over the sheaf of notes before him, and Atsumu takes the opportunity to stare, something his mother always told him was rude to do but he did anyway.

“Are you done with your assignment already, Atsumu?” Kita’s voice breaks through his reverie and Atsumu’s heart leaps as Kita’s eyes flick in his direction, ever so calm, but with the faintest hint of disapproval in them.

---

Tsukinoya // Office AU

“Bet you can’t beat me to the other side of the room,” Nishinoya says, plopping down in a roller chair and using his foot to scoot himself around, behaving more like a five year old than the senpai Tsukishima had expected when he first started working here.

“And why would I want to race you to the other side of the room?” Tsukishima asks, in a bored tone, as he idly checks the printouts he had just retrieved from the printing room.

“Because I’m taking your chair!” Nishinoya calls out matter-of-factly and Tsukishima whips his head up to see that it is indeed his chair that Nishinoya is whizzing across the other side of the room on, wearing a broad grin on his face as he looks back at Tsukishima challengingly.

---

Akaboku // Animals

“Keiji, Keiji, Keiji, can we get him please?” Bokuto pleads as he bounces up and down, staring at Akaashi with big golden puppy eyes. Not only does the owl on his arm not take offence to its perch transforming into an impromptu rollercoaster ride, it swivels its head at Akaashi and stares at him with big golden owl eyes.

The result is uncanny, with twin pairs of golden pools of eyes staring at him pitifully, and the firm “No.” that had been on Akaashi’s tongue dies away as he turns and asks the shopkeeper, “Could you give us a comprehensive guide on how to best look after an owl indoors?”

---

Matsudai // Ghostbusters AU

“So you’re a ghost,” Daichi says calmly, feeling as though he had just been dunked into a tub of ice-cold water.

Matsukawa shrugs with an effortless glide of his shoulders, neither confirming nor denying that statement, and he gazes back at Daichi, something open and honest, and just a little bit regretful, swirling in the depths of his eyes.

Daichi reaches for his proton pack.

---

Kurodai // His Dark Materials AU

“You like him,” his daemon lilts as she shifts into a cat, sleek and dark as night, her tail brushing Daichi’s jaw as she walks past him to leap into his lap.

“No, I don’t,” Daichi mumbles as he runs a hand down her back, a flush warming his face, and she lifts her head to look at him archly, clearly unconvinced.

“And he likes you,” she continues, flicking her tail towards the windowsill, where a familiar daemon sits there in the form of a crow, jet-black and looking as though it was cut out of the shadows.

---

Toraken // Sci-Fi

The rest of his team waits silently for his instructions, leaving it up to him to make the final call, and Kenma strides up to the pod that Tora is encapsulated in, just on the verge of death, and looks at his uncharacteristically still face through the glass. Tora might not thank him for this, might never forgive him for this, but it is the only chance that Kenma has at keeping Tora alive, with him.

Kenma says quietly, “Upload his consciousness to the mainframe.”

---

Kyouhaba // Fae!Yahaba

His glamour had worn off, and the worst thing was that he had not realised it had worn off while he was pushing himself to the point of exhaustion and back, trying to be better than their ex-captain, who was so very human and yet better than Yahaba could ever be. He sees himself reflected in Kyoutani’s wide eyes, unnatural skin and unnatural eyes, human-shaped and yet not human at all, and Yahaba’s throat seizes up, a hundred little spells running through his head to make someone forget, forget, forget—

And then a towel flings itself at his face and when Yahaba splutters and yanks it off, Kyoutani’s scowl is firmly back in place, looking like it was never gone, as he grouses, “Take a fucking break already—you look like shit.”

[haikyuutiehowyadoin]

Happy bday to the smolest bean the world has ever known✨

(I'll just leave here this doodle of a kinda grown up Daichi)