#oihaba

[shzketches]

OK BUT THIS DUDE FROM JOHZENJI

RINTARŌ NUMAJIRI

LIKE …..??????????

also someone said hE’S OIHABA’S LOVECHILD— PLZ 😭😭

[nautilics]

you’re going to do just fine

(prompt: x)

[ryekamasaki]

OiSuga and "They wouldn't be secrets if I went around blabbing about them!"

The long awaited (haha, I wish) third ficlet to follow these two very fun ones. I hope you enjoy it!

Koushi arrives to the address Yahaba had given him with steady breath and steadier hands. The door opens easily and he slips in silently, listening carefully to determine where exactly he needs to go. There’s a muffled noise, something like a hiss, and he takes off in that direction as quick as lightning.

Yahaba comes into sight and Koushi sighs internally at him not being dead just yet. He’d known this job of his was supposed to be difficult, but he realizes it a little better when he finally stops staring at the blood tracked down Yahaba’s throat and looks at who else is there. Luckily Koushi is a little better at concealing his surprise, and as he advances on them he watches Oikawa’s expression shift and change, giving away his feelings before he can help it. He’s always been that way, and Koushi has told him more than once that it would get him in trouble.

If Koushi has to be trouble, well. He’s prepared for that. Yahaba looks like he’s not sure whether to be relieved or pissed at seeing Koushi, which is understandable considering the situation. Oikawa still has one arm looped around Yahaba’s waist, the other casually dangling over his opposite shoulder, gesturing lightly with the dagger in his hand that Koushi recognizes as Yahaba’s.

He stops just in front of them, close enough to touch, if he reached out. “Tooru. You wanna drop the weapon, or do I have to make you?”

Oikawa smiles and flips the dagger, catching the blade in his hand as he holds it out to Koushi. “I didn’t realize you were Shi-chan’s new paramour. That makes this even more fun, hmm?”

Yahaba frowns and seems to quickly get his thoughts in order. “Wait, you two know each other? How?”

“Ohhhh, Kouchii. Your boy doesn’t know all your little secrets yet?”

Koushi flushes at the blatant attention from both of them. “They wouldn’t be secrets if I went around blabbing about them!”

Oikawa hums and presses his nose into Yahaba’s hair. “Well, why don’t we find a more comfortable place to have a little chat? I’m sure Shi-chan has so many questions for us, after all.”

Yahaba makes a noise of indignation, but Koushi can hear the tiniest hint of agreement in it too, like he can’t exactly deny that he wants to know more. Koushi sighs and tucks the dagger back into Yahaba’s sheath, and then gestures toward the exit with one hand, offering the lead to Oikawa. The night is shaping up to be much more interesting than he expected, and he hopes they all make it out in one piece.

[strawberryrockyroad]

Second Gen Captains Skype RP

Hi hi!!! I am looking to make a RP group chat for the second year captains. This will be much like it sounds; we will have a group chat of people rping as certain characters as if they were in the group chat together. This will be on skype, so please take that into consideration. I hope this group chat can bring people together and create some love for these second years that definitely get over looked a lot!!

There are very simple steps to become part of the group!

Have a Skype

Send me an ask or submission with your name, age, pronouns, the character you would like to be, and a short description of how you view your character and how they act. This is just so I can determine if you’re a good fit for our group and also get to know you a little better!

If all goes well, I will ask for your skype and you will be added to the group chat. Simple as that :3c

Since this is for second gen captains, the characters are limited to those characters. However, since the second years just need more love in general, if you have an idea for a second year that’s not listed, send them to me anyways! Take this with a grain of salt as I would be extremely hesitant, especially if we don’t have the captain from that school.

Characters Available:

Ennoshita Chikara

Yamamoto Taketora

Filled Spots(NOT Available):

Yahaba Shigeru

Shirabu Kenjirou

Akaashi Keiji

Futakuchi Kenji

Terushima Yuuji

Miya Atsumu

[ryekamasaki]

Oikawa and "Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence" :D

I’m sure you didn’t expect this when you prompted it, but it fit too well. Continuation of this prompt. :)

Tooru sighs heavily, ruffling the soft hair that he has his face stuck in, and tries to remember the last time he’d been able to do the same thing. They’d never been in this exact position before, not with Tooru’s hand steady on the hilt of the dagger, Yahaba trembling against his chest in a way completely different from the kind that had happened when they’d been together.

He can tell that Yahaba is trying so, so hard not to move, that he’s trying to keep Tooru from noticing that he’s scared, but Tooru still knows Yahaba like his other half, the same way he has for years. His hand moves on its own, wrapping long fingers around a thin wrist, where he can feel the thrum of Yahaba’s heartbeat against his fingers.

“You know, Shi-chan, something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.” At the almost desperate whisper in his ear, Yahaba twitches just the tiniest bit.

Tooru gets a little distracted by the droplet of blood that trickles down Yahaba’s neck from where the blade sliced into his skin, and he watches its path to Yahaba’s collar, where it soaks into the fabric. He shakes his head slowly and brushes his lips against the lobe of Yahaba’s ear, relishes in the closeness that he hasn’t had in ages. “Or to fuck. I can’t quite tell. Maybe both. What do you think, Shi-chan?”

Yahaba swallows, loud enough that Tooru can hear it, and presses back against Tooru’s chest enough that the blade separates from his throat just a tiny bit. “You know I’m with someone else now, don’t you, Tooru?”

Tooru hums and drags the edge of the dagger so, so softly against Yahaba’s throat, enough to make a tantalizing pink line, but not quite enough to break the skin. “You can invite him too, if it makes you feel better.”

The intensity that Yahaba breathes in with causes Tooru to cut him again, and Yahaba hisses. The blood slides down to join the other stained spot on his collar, and Tooru wonders if he wore white on purpose, or if it was just an unfortunate choice. “Ow.”

“Sorry, Shi-chan.” He waves the dagger in front of Yahaba’s face instead, drapes his other arm around Yahaba’s waist, letting his wrist free from his grip. “So? Invite your boy.”

The blade in front of his face must make Yahaba reconsider protesting, because Tooru lets it get a little too close to his nose and Yahaba huffs, pulling his phone out of his pocket. It doesn’t take long for him to make the call, and even less time for it to be answered. Tooru can’t quite hear the words, but the voice is worried, almost frantic before Yahaba speaks.

“Hey Koushi.”

[invitationless]

A lil oihaba story I generated from a site

The Sun that Shone like Loving Dogs

A Short Story

by invitationless

Yahaba Shigeru was thinking about Oikawa Tooru again. Oikawa was a friendly angel with charming eyes and beautiful thighs. Yahaba walked over to the window and reflected on his shiny surroundings. He had always loved loud Volleyball Club with its grieving, glorious gym. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel smitten. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a friendly figure of Oikawa Tooru. Yahaba gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cocky, flirtatious, squash drinker with scrawny eyes and handsome thighs. His friends saw him as an amused, angry angel. Once, he had even revived a dying, kitten. But not even a cocky person who had once revived a dying, kitten, was prepared for what Oikawa had in store today. The sun shone like loving dogs, making Yahaba excited. Yahaba grabbed a clean volleyball that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers. As Yahaba stepped outside and Oikawa came closer, he could see the quarrelsome glint in his eye. Oikawa gazed with the affection of 3753 happy faint foxes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I always have." Yahaba looked back, even more excited and still fingering the clean volleyball. "Oikawa, I’m sorry for not showing it, but I have loved you all along,," he replied. They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two brawny, breakable blue bottles shouting at a very hilarious winning nationals, which had music playing in the background and two helpful uncles jumping to the beat. Yahaba regarded Oikawa's charming eyes and beautiful thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Yahaba with a delighted grin. Oikawa looked in love, his emotions blushing like a shy, sour shoe. Then Oikawa came inside for a nice beaker of squash.

THE END

[nijarts]

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[ryekamasaki]

Naughty or Nice: OiHaba

Send me Naughty or Nice and a character(s) or ship and I’ll write you a wintery ficlet!

Naughty

Tooru was determined to be the one person that got the incredibly high honor of being acknowledged as the one to bring in the most donations of the holiday season, and no one was going to stop him. Not even Yahaba, who Tooru could admit was almost as determined as he was, could surpass him this time. No, this time Tooru would come out on top, no matter how stubborn the other participants were.It wasn’t going to be easy, though, he knew, because already Yahaba was matching his donations and making a smug little face in Tooru’s direction at each one.

There was something to be said for charm and having exceedingly good looks, but unfortunately for Tooru, Yahaba was almost as pretty and hardly hurting for charm, and it showed in the amount of money they both raked in. Tooru, though, knew how cunning and feisty Yahaba could be, since he was frequently treated to tastes of it. If they weren’t such fierce rivals at the moment Tooru might’ve even turned his own charm on Yahaba to see how far they could take it, to see how long Yahaba would hold out before he succumbed to Tooru’s wiles.

As it is, though, they are rivals, at least for the rest of the holiday season, and Tooru is determined to not let anything get in his way, not even the adorable puppy eyed look that Yahaba unleashes on an unsuspecting elderly lady with too much money for her own good. Tooru frowns for a second, and then his eye lands on a really attractive guy, turns the frown into something seductive and coy, and then he’s ahead of Yahaba again with that one look. This goes on for ages, each of them ramping up their efforts until the very last day, when they’re both side by side in the last few minutes, perfectly even.

At least, they’re perfectly even until the last thirty seconds, when Yahaba turns to Tooru and stuffs his entire amount of donations in Tooru’s jar instead, making Tooru the undisputed winner, no one else even close to their level. Tooru just blinks, too stunned for any other sort of reaction, and then Yahaba is leaning forward, whispering something in Tooru’s ear that even just hearing has his face alight in bright red. Yahaba disappears with a wink and a devilish grin, and Tooru is stuck being congratulated when all he wants to do is follow him, see if his promise will be as good as he thinks it’ll be.