#oikageoi

[giustoart]

✨Ten days until the release of the 「what if CANON DIVERGENCE?」oikageoi zine!✨

It's time for me to show a little preview of the pic I made in collaboration with the sweet @sevenminsatavanhalen(I fell immediately in love with her story!)

Don't miss it!💙

@oikageoievents

[god-fucking-dammit-mizutani]

Suga: How was the honeymoon with Oikawa?

Kageyama: Tooru got very drunk and tried to burn our marriage certificate.

Kageyama: He said, "Good luck trying to return me without a receipt, bitch!"

[yaytobio]

I HAD to do something so here it is

[nanapurinin]

Omg do it, write oikageee! I haven’t looked at the tag in years lmao but I imagine it’s hella dead. If u want a prompt, maybe something like, their first date? Idk but I hope you do write something for them! 💕 have a lovely day!

omg that’s such a cute prompt but i cldnt think of anything im so sorry pls take this one instead !! like it’s all over the place but damn did this take alot of energy to dokdjfa;s 

edit: ao3

Finding out Tobio wore glasses was...odd; unsettling? Here’s this young man who’s a genius at volleyball, right, and, then, to find out his eyesight isn’t even good? Bullshit. It’s--it’s insulting. 

Like, why? Ya’know.

“Look at this,” Tooru demands, reaching across the table to shove his phone in Hajime’s face.

Hajime reels back, blinking rapidly. He drops his burger and wipes his hands on his napkin before grabbing Tooru’s phone. He zooms on the Instagram picture, narrowing his eyes as if to see everything even better. “Is that-” he takes a sip of his Coke “-Kageyama? And--and ugh-”

“Chibi-chan,” Tooru states, snatching the phone back. “But did you see.” Oh how ironic, his greatest rival couldn’t even see. 

“See what?”

“Tobio! He’s wearing--he has glasses!” Tooru proceeds to wave the phone in Hajime’s face. He scowls and swipes through the ten pictures. All the pictures were an assortment of activities the freak duo had done: from practicing volleyball to eating lunch. But, it was the very last few photos that showed Tobio wearing clear, circular frames.

Were they real? Possibly. Were they fake? Another possibility… Yet, Tooru muses. Tobio has no fashion sense so… It has to be real. 

“Ok and?”

Tooru lurches forward as if to grab Hajime and shake him. “What do you mean: ok and?! Aren’t you mad! I am! Like, how could he! He sh-shouldn’t have glasses!” 

Hajime takes a long sip of his drink before answering him. “Again, and? Maybe he’s nearsighted or something.” He says as he waves around his hand as if to help articulate what he is saying.

“NO!” Tooru screeches before realizing what he has done. He goes in on himself and buries his face in his hands hoping to shield himself from the outside world. “This is a nightmare, Iwa-chan, please, put me out of my misery.” He can feel the rising heat spread across his cheeks and go to the tips of his ears, so he covers himself with his arms, instead. He wants only God and Hajime to witness his shame, okay.

Hajime makes a point to sip his drink rather loudly, almost rudely if you will. He does avoid the few eyes that turned to them from Tooru’s outburst though. He does have some tact. “Well, I can’t kill you because then we’re out a captain and a setter.” He takes another sip. “Actually, nevermind. I can become captain and--”

Tooru springs up, face dusted pink and a scowl that could rival a certain adorably stupid kohai’s. “No,” he hisses. He starts waving his hands around as if to dispel the blush from his face, “Whatever, fine, this is fine. My rival has bad eyes-- whatever.”

“I think you’re jumping to conclusions, Oikawa,” Hajime states as he pulls out his own phone and opens his own Instagram app. “I mean, it could be for fashion.”

Tooru restrains himself from jumping up and grabbing his dear friend because does he not understand that this is Tobio that they are talking about! “I’ve already thought that, but it’s Tobio-chan! He doesn’t know what fashion is if it hit him in the face!” He angrily sips his Oreo milkshake--letting the thick creamy texture take over his senses for a bit.

“Well,” Hajime drawls, “we won’t know until we ask so.” He’s tapping away on his phone, and it’s at that point that Tooru can feel his soul leave his body. Hajime cannot be messaging Tobio right now, right?

“Oi, Iwa-chan--”

It’s the low whistle that Hajime does that has Tooru stop talking.

“They’re fake.”

They’re fake, they’re fake, they’re fake, they’re fake, they’re fake, they’re fake, they’re fake, they’re fake….

Tooru didn’t know if this was good or bad information to have because on one hand his rival doesn’t have bad eyesight, but, on the other hand, his rival has a sense of fashion...And, that in of itself is too much for him to unpack right now, so he’ll pin it for a later time to think about. What does seem to take over his focus is that Tobio responded back to Hajime so fast. 

When did they get so close?

“He responded quickly,” Tooru says, jutting his bottom lip out as he stirs his milkshake.

Hajime waves the comment off, “He was probably free, Kusokawa. It’s not that serious.”

Tooru hums and begins drinking his milkshake.

“Next time you can message him and ask then.”

Tooru splutters at the very notion because him messaging Tobio! 

As if! 

No way!

Preposterous, even!

His phone vibrates with a notification. It’s from Instagram: kagst0bio just posted a picture. Tooru stares at the notification before opening it up and viewing said picture. It’s...It’s cute…

The picture reveals Tobio with his head slightly tilted and the barest hint of a smile upon his lips as his hair looks wind-swept. He’s holding onto a drink of some sort and Chibi-chan is with him doing his own pose. However, Tooru doesn’t care for the shorty at the moment because he’s currently drowning in Tobio’s eyes that shine like a jewel in the afternoon sunlight. 

Were they always that big and blue?

He reels back when Hajime waves a hand in front of him. “Dude, you okay,” Hajime asks, raising a brow as Tooru’s blush comes back a deeper shade. 

“I’m fine!”

He buries his hot face in his arm and stares at his phone that’s under the table now. If he so happens to tap the heart icon on the picture, well, it’s nothing more than a slip of a finger. 

Technology is sensitive and all that. 

[chiptrillino]

you may can run oikawa but you cant hide form your gay thoghts!

[izukillme-moved]

Oh can you write oikage for the 20 mins challenge please?? 👀

Love Letter (University AU)

Words: 721

Time taken: 16min 3sec

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You look good today. Blue brings out your eyes.

Tobio flushes a little as he reads the note, written on pristine, storm-blue paper with a white gel pen. The same colour as his own eyes, incidentally – like always. He started getting them a month ago, every day, and has saved them all in a box ever since. He’s even memorised the handwriting – smooth and beautiful, flowy with curves and waves along the y’s, the g’s and the b’s. The ‘i’ is dotted with a little heart and Tobio can’t help but smile fondly at it (Goshiki, standing at the locker next to him, trembles at what evil Kageyama is planning next).

Then Oikawa-san appears behind Tobio, smiling his infamous empty smile, and taps him on the shoulder.

“So the great genius is suddenly popular with girls, huh?” he exclaims roughly, pulling the note out of Tobio’s hands. “So much so that he can afford to waste time in here rather than showing up to practice? Tobio-chan, college has really changed you!”

Tobio frowns, reaching for the note.

“Oikawa-san, give it back,” he tries to say authoritatively, but it comes out as a little whine. What happened to his loud, confident captain’s voice that he’d developed so well in his time as a third-year at Karasuno?!

“Give it back,” Oikawa mimics sourly, making a face. “Give it back, says baby Tobio!”

“Oikawa!” Tobio shouts, dropping the -san. “Just-” he reaches frustratedly for the paper “-give it!”

“Aww, does Tobio-chan have a secret admirer?” Oikawa mocks, holding the paper taut between his fingers. “Does Tobio-chan like the secret admirer? How cute!”

His tone belies how not cute he finds it. Oikawa’s thumb grip on the paper grows tighter.

Tobio realises what he’s going to do a second before he does it.

“Oikawa-san, please-!” he starts to exclaim, but is interrupted by a deep, stern voice.

“Oikawa,” says Kuroo-senpai calmly, “why are you always bullying Kageyama? I get that the kid can be overly serious and you’re rivals with him and all, but if he gets a note from someone, that doesn’t mean you hurt him by tearing it up. Even if you don’t reciprocate the crush, a crush note is something to cherish - it’s sweet. Why do you want to take that away from Kageyama?”

Oikawa looks at the ground and mumbles, “Sorry.” Kuroo has that way of making anyone feel ashamed of their mistake.

“It’s – uh, it’s fine,” Tobio stammers. It’s strange to hear Oikawa-san, of all the people, apologising to him.

Kuroo claps Oikawa on the back and pulls Tobio into a one-armed hug. Tobio hugs back awkwardly, still not completely used to the physical affection despite three years with an extremely excitable orange-haired middle blocker and one full year with Kuroo as his captain.

Kuroo exits the changing rooms with Goshiki, yelling back, “Come on, Kageyama, I want you to set to Goshiki today, find out his perfect toss!”

“Yes, senpai!” Tobio calls back and pulls on his pads, cracking his knuckles. He’s just leaving when Oikawa calls out to him.

“I wouldn’t have torn it up, Tobio,” he says, and there’s sincerity in his eyes. “I – I know what it means to write a letter like that, and to receive one.”

Tobio swallows. “Uh… okay, Oikawa-san.” He’s not quite sure what to believe, to tell you the truth. Oikawa-san nearly struck him once – he wouldn’t put it past the older setter to tear a love note up.

Oikawa smiles, and this time it’s a real smile. The one he only ever gave Iwaizumi, and sometimes the juniors. Tobio’s cheeks pink a little at receiving it.

“You can call me senpai,” he says.

Tobio draws in breath. “Are you – are you serious?”

Oikawa-san – Oikawa-senpai­ ­– nods.

Then he scowls. “Don’t make me regret this, Tobio-chan!”

“I won’t!” Tobio calls back earnestly and jogs out to toss to Tsutomu.

Oikawa leans against his locker and reads the note that’s still in his palm.

“Oh, Tobio-chan,” he sighs softly. “I’m glad you never paid any attention to my notes when I gave you them to study.”

For sure enough, on Oikawa’s books are scrawled names of pro volleyball players, his old teammates at Seijoh and Tobio’s name too, in the same exquisite penmanship that’s on all the notes Kageyama has received so far.

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Got a lot of OiKage (4 out of 7 requests, in fact!) BUT I will write them all bc I’m stupid for this ship XD

Thank you for the request, anon! I had fun writing this :33

[year-of-oikage-blog]

Oikage Year: December

Domestic/Family AU | Holidays

As always, feel free to use either, both, or neither of the prompts as you wish, just make sure to tag #OikageYear! You can also make mood boards/edits/headcanon posts if you don’t have the time for art/fic. The spirit of the event is just to keep the oikage tag active and alive!

[oikageweek]

One Month To Go

Friday 13th of April

Fantasy AU

The truly frightening one Youtuber AU

Satuday 14th of April

Soulmates/Red String of Fate

Gods AU

Sunday 15th of April

Coffee Shop AU

Mafia AU

Monday 16th of April

Circus AU

Pen Pal AU

Tuesday 17th of April

Wonderland AU

Space AU

Wednesday 18th of April

Private Detective AU

Reincarnation AU

Thursday 19th of April

Business AU

Hanahaki Disease AU (Explanation under the cut)

Friday 20th of April

Fairytale AU

ABO AU

Now if you struggle to do something on one day but know you could do both prompts for another day that is fine, everything that is tagged for Oikageweek will get reblogged but have fun with it you guys!

Hanahaki disease au:  In which everything is still canon, except an fictional disease known as Hanahaki exists within it. Those that catch the disease coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. Their lungs get filled with the flowers and their respiratory system grows roots. They choke on their own blood and petals, and die. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim’s romantic feelings for their love also disappear. Sometimes this also removes the victim’s ability to ever love again. Another way to be cured of it is for the object of the victim’s love returns their affections, thus making the love no longer unrequited.