#ojiro aran

[hawberries]

THE SIGHT OF YOUR BACK MUST BE AN INSPIRATION TO YOUR TEAMMATES

ALL WALLS ARE TO BE CRUSHED

EVERY BALL IS TO BE SPIKED WITH FULL STRENGTH AND COMPLETE CONFIDENCE

[kkumri]

BEARDKUTO 🎅🏻✨

[creatingblackcharacters]

CBC DTIYS: Aran Ojiro!

Challenge Dates: 1/20/2026-2/1/2026

Source Material: Haikyuu!

Why Ice Doesn't Like This Design:

I do. I do like this design.

What I Don't Like is that for years I've watched the Haikyuu fandom (from outside the club) make fanart ranging from silly scribbles to works rivaling those in the Louvre, and this character has been in like 5% of them. Why is the Black volleyball kid not included in the art works 👀 y'all don't think senpai likes to hang out? Y'all don't think senpai should be included when y'all draw the whole cast?

"it's because he's not a main character" I watched the Danny Phantom fandom take a faceless background panel character and make a ship out of him with the MC. I watched y'all make up Goncharov (and side characters, and as a collective y'all still only managed to imagine white people in your communal story). I watched y'all center the white villain in Sinners via a made up sob story. MAKE SOMETHING UP FOR THE BLACK VOLLEYBALL PLAYER!!! YES YOU CAN!!!

There's so much freedom to work with, here. Like Lumi, he's a decently easy base design. TRY!

[dyeriink]

need to be in this friend group

[adobewanphotobi]

3rd miya sibling (unwilling)

[fuhutao]

boys will be dogs <drabble>

in which you reunite with your junior from high school.

featuring: miya osamu x f!reader - downbad-ness, the miyas being menaces, osamu being the menace, and yea....

your third year of inarizaki high passes in a blur of routine and restless anticipation. by then, you already know.

miya osamu likes you. his brother does too.

you don't miss the way their eyes linger when you walk by in uniform, or how their ears perk up like eager puppies at the sound of your voice. you don't miss their excuses either --- how they drag along poor aran just to wander the third-year hall, fooling absolutely no one.

what a pair of dogs, you think then, stuck between feeling annoyed, flattered, and amused.

still, when graduation comes and the brothers mosey over to your group of friends humbly requesting photos, you say yes. you flash them a smile, quick and easy, even throw in a wink for good measure.

then high school ends.

time moves on, as it does. the miyas --- once loud, persistent, almost impossible to ignore --- become just another fond blur tucked away in the past.

so when your old friend kita shinsuke messages you out of the blue, asking to catch up, you don't think much of it.

he tells you to come by onigiri miya. you do.

your meeting with shinsuke isn't the problem. the two of you reminisce over favorite teachers and late night study sessions, catch up on life after graduation --- he's pleased to hear you're doing well. no, shinsuke isn't the problem at all.

the problem is him.

"y/n! long time no see," miya osamu greets as you walk through the door --- all fitted tee, toned arms, and those dark, droning eyes. "remember me?"

you huff a laugh. "just barely."

duty calls, and osamu leaves his seniors to talk alone. two hours pass in warm, easy chatter before shinsuke excuses himself for the night. you stay behind, having promised your roommates to bring back some of your junior's best menu.

it's 15 minutes to closing, meaning the last of his customers have trickled out, and osamu and you are the only two people left in his store. you're perched at the bar, swinging your legs as you watch him move around the kitchen with practiced ease.

"i feel like i can finally tell you the truth!" you announce. "atsumu was always my favorite."

in front of you, osamu chuckles, unfazed, "aw man, well i'm not telling him you said that." his hands move deftly as he wraps your food. "you said your friends wanted two grilled salmon, two tuna mayo?" he turns to you.

"mmhm," you hum amidst reapplying lipstick. you press your lips together with a steady pop!

and then you catch it again.

for the first time in years.

that stare.

osamu's always been the calmer, "better" twin --- everyone knows that. but for some reason, you've never quite bought it.

it's the same reason you knew all those years ago, back in high school, that osamu liked you. and sometime after, you just figured his brother did too.

because miya osamu has no shame.

because miya osamu has absolutely no shame simply staring at the things he likes --- and always with that same blank look on his face.

right now, you think he's taken a particular liking to your lips.

"while we're telling the truth..." your junior starts, "tsumu and i actually had huge crushes on you back in high school." he grins to himself, "we thought you were so cool."

"oh, i know," you quip. "why’d you think atsumu was my favorite? all my friends thought he was trouble, but in reality, you’re just as bad --- just better at hiding it," you shrug, "at least respect how earnest he is, right?"

osamu just stares at you, clearly amused. "sure."

"i mean, i saw the way you two looked at me," you continue. "always thought you were kinda like little dogs."

"whoa. ouch, y/n," osamu jokes, pressing a hand to his heart. "now, i'm wounded."

"well you don't have to be," you offer, tapping a thoughtful finger to your freshly painted mouth, "recently, i've come to realize i like dogs. they're actually pretty cute."

osamu laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "dogs? or men that act like dogs?"

"both," you snicker. "when you grow up, you realize the best men in this world are the ones willing to literally bark for you."

you watch as his gaze leaves your lips and settles directly on your eyes, dark, grey, plotting.

"woof," he says, finally.

[ezariumi]

onigiri miya pop-up store 〖 illustrated for omakase - twitter: @/miyaosamuzine in 2022 〗

[reineydraws]

not me jumping on the "kita does aigamo farming" bandwagon five years late 🥲🌾🦆