* the control tower !!

so long as I'm here ; you will be the strongest !!

[upsettersoul]

' twiggyama! you really been eatin' up, haven'tcha?! look at you - you're like BEEFYAMA now!! ' clapping a hand down HARD on kageyama's back, bokuto flashes him a wide grin. ' sturdy! bet i could still bowl you over, though! '

     “Osu!!”

     It’s a habit he practiced for the day he would meet the owl-like ace again:  he makes sure his knees are sturdy, clenches hard, and prepares for whatever blow is coming his way.  To twitch in any way is to show weakness, and seeing as how Tobio is as interested in playing against his senpai as he is in perhaps playing on the same team as him…  well, as a fellow volleyball player  –  HE NEEDS TO STAND STRONG.

     One hearty thwack to the back later, there was only a slight a buckle to Tobio’s knees and a twitch of pain in his eyes  –  but over the years, Tobio has grown stronger,  bulkier,  and he stands firm.  Later, he will quietly spray icy hot on his tender, tender back.  BUT NOW?  Small victories needed to be followed by a larger declaration:  “I don’t bowl, Bokuto-san.  I play volleyball.  Me and my team will surely volleyball you and your team over.”

[upsettersoul]

HINATA IS DUMBER AND BROKER AND OWES ME 20000 YEN‌:

“ you’re the one who acted like they’ve never seen one before!! ”  shoyo hunches his shoulders up, aiming an angry look kageyama’s way at the head thwack and raising his fists, mumbling ‘you wanna go? you wanna GO?’ under his breath furiously as he bends his knees and sways back and forth in preparation. he’ll go anytime, anywhere!! 

he’s still hunched over like some sort of goblin when kageyama points a finger over at the volleyball looking all cool and stuff (damn it!!) but shoyo listens, temper slowly cooling as he takes in kageyama’s explanation. it draws him in. it piques his interest. he can just imagine the sound it would make hitting his hand or the court and shoyo turns back to the window display where the volleyball sat.  “ it is? ”   he asks, distantly. woosh.  “ there isn’t? ”   he asks again, over the bwap-pap in his head. he wants to feel what that’s like, too …….. 

“ WHAT —- TWENTY THOUSAND —- !!! ”   shoyo stumbles back, feeling woozy — and then protects his wallet from kageyama’s sticky fingers.  “ get your own!!! and ‘sides, who says i’m not gonna buy that molten ball for myself, huh?! ”   his wallet does. his very empty, very sad wallet. the same one he’d scrambled through for pocket change at the convenience store they’d just gone to and looked up from every few seconds to give the cashier pathetic, pitiable looks the longer his rummaging around went on for.    “ you also owe me a protein bar!! so, uh, you give me twenty thousand yen!!! ”  shoyo grins mischievously and victoriously at that, as if he’d just won with his incredible, awe-inspiring and not at all backwards logic.

     “WH--IDIOT! I ASKED YOU FIRST!!!”  ALL IS UNFAIR IN LOVE AND LIMITED EDITION VOLLEYBALLS.  Between the two of them, there exists only a lawless land, full of weird competitions and guidelines that make no sense, not even to themselves.  None of their deals made any sense.  “JUST GIVE IT TO ME!  I’ll get you a protein bar... later!”  

     Tobio was about to start employing his height advantage to the task of wrenching the wallet out of Shoyo’s hands, knowing full well that it’d be like trying to wrestle a slippery-ass frog.  He’d already forgotten the simple, devastating fact that they were both equally broke.  The one brain cell that he had dedicated to volleyball was now dedicated to getting THAT volleyball.

     Then, he suddenly freezes in his threatening approach.  He has an IDEA.  In a sickeningly smooth motion, he lifts the volleyball out from his bag and immediately serves it  --  a distance so far that only gremlins with a ridiculous vertical leap could catch up to.  NOW, JUST DROP YOUR WALLET AND...  “GO GET IT, HINATA!!”

[upsettersoul]

HINATA IS A DUMBASS WHO DOESN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT A GOOD VOLLEYBALL IS‌:

“ lemme — go — bakageyama — !! ”  shoyo grips at kageyama’s arms, latching on and trying to retaliate by also shaking kageyama, unwilling to let the other boy get a one-up on him even in this way. bits and crumbs of his protein bar were flying from his mouth where he’d crammed it into until he’s finally let go and hacks out what had gotten stuck in his throat.  “ stupid kageyama! my protein bar! i just bought that! ”  and now half of it was gone on the floor! and for what!? a stupid —-  

“ huh? …. what? it’s a volleyball … ”   shoyo felt thoroughly unimpressed, and turned his head to give his teammate a stinky side-eye.  “ you remember what those are right? ”

     “Wh-- shuddap!!  How the hell could I forget what a volleyball is?!”  He immediately retaliates by thwacking the boy on the back of his head  --  twice, because he was offended.  If Shoyo had been still eating the protein bar, he would have whacked it to the floor.  Forget volleyball?  Over his dead body!   Tobio had a volleyball in his sportsbag right now!!

     “This--”  he begins jabbing his finger right into the window where the MOLTEN logo was,  “This is a MOLTEN volleyball, dumbass!!  Throwing it is like  WOOSH  and hitting it is like  BWAP-pap!!  There is no better volleyball in the world!!”

     He scrambled hurriedly for his wallet and reveals a measly mixture of coins, which was definitely nowhere near enough for anything more than snacks.  Desperate times calls for desperate groveling,  “Gimme twenty-thousand yen.”

[upsettersoul]

@hinasun​  /  icon 100

     “Hinata.  Idiot.  Moron.  Look.”   

     He was only spewing insults because he really wanted to grab the boy’s attention, which shouldn’t be impossible considering how hard Tobio had begun shaking him.  They were passing by the sports-stuff store on their walk to the convenience store for after-practice snacks when he saw IT.

     BEHOLD  --  in all its glory, just a thin window away:  a limited edition molten volleyball.  It was  blue  and  orange  and  20000 yen.  Needless to say, they need to get it.

[upsettersoul]

icon starter call!!  send me a number b/w   1  -  740   and i’ll write a starter based on the icon i have!

[upsettersoul]

two silly little headcanons for my interpretation of kageyama:

big dumb with technology.     he texts exclusively in hiragana, which i try to simulate by texting only in lowercase and with bad spelling.  he still uses a flip phone and he  sucks  at even that.  

homoromantic.       i’d like to think that this literally never really came up until after high school.  he winds up “dating” a girl during the timeskip, who essentially just kept tagging along with him everywhere and he assumed that, since everyone called them girlfriend  +  boyfriend,  that  this  is just how relationships are formed.  after her initial infatuation faded,  the gal realized that tobio put  0  effort towards the relationship and that this obviously wasn’t a healthy set-up.  she questioned why he had no interest in anything beyond volleyball and broke up, for the best.  tobio knew that what she said wasn’t true  --  he loved volleyball but he also cared deeply about his team.     his all-male team.     his teammates that are all men.     that team.      with men.     (  it’s going to take him a long time to understand what this means.  )

[upsettersoul]

hey hey hey!!  catching up with haikyuu has me feeling all kinds of ways so i’m going to bring back this fresh young blueberry.  anyway, my name is jay!!  please like / reblog this post if you’d be interested with interacting with  TOBIO  KAGEYAMA  from HQ!!

[upsettersoul]

     I wanted to save these pictures.

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[fyeahsportsanime]

[whatswrng-blog]

#they break the pot within 25 minutes of placing it somewhere @upsettersoul

         ❛   you killed our son.   ❜

[upsettersoul]

     “SHUT UP!  THIS IS YOUR FAULT, HINATA!”

[upsettersoul]

shymanage:

      AS  THE  BALL  COMES  FLYING  towards  her  at  top  speed  something  tells  her  she  underestimated  the  power  of  kageyama’s  serve’s .  it’s  like  a  missile  as  it  comes  speeding  towards  her .  unfortunately  she’s  not  fast  enough  with  her  receive  &  the  ball  hits  her  square  in  the  face .  

      THE  WIND  IS  KNOCKED  OUT  OF  HER .  hands  meet  face  as  she  nearly  falls  over .  well  so  much  for  being  ready .  ❛   AH …  !    ❜

He watches helplessly as the ball he served collides into Shimuzu’s nose.  He’s a monster  --  the worst setter in this prefecture undoubtedly.  How could he have done this?

     “SHIMIZU-SAN!!”  He dashes to her side, hands hovering as he sputters, “NOSE?! OKAY?  ALRIGHT, ARE YOU?”

     He’s forgotten how to speak Japanese.

[upsettersoul]

okaaneko:

     He’s so excited! Just look at him! It might not be easy to tell, but Yaku’s pretty perceptive. He was walking a little faster, posture seemed to have straightened up a bit. But then there’s his eyes. Give him away pretty instantly, honestly. Sigh, so desperate for recognition or attention or something… Huh. He’s been standing there thinking for too long! Hope he didn’t notice. Off to sit down! Ah, finally, seats a bit away from the noise centered around the front counter. 

     And there he stays. Did he expect to be here at any point soon? Well, yes. But did he expect to be here with Karasuno’s setter as a part of some sot of weird deal? Not so much. Fate sure can be strange.

It’s like a magic trick  --  one that nobody asked for.  Kageyama sits down, brushes aside all the soy sauce and stuff between them, and from his school bag, he manifests an entire volleyball.  Clenching it firmly, he placed it dead center of the table like some kind of offering.

     Excitement paved the path for Kageyama’s sheer awkwardness to come front and center.  He questions, all in one breath:  “How long have you played volleyball?  Who coached you in middle school?  Why libero?”   

[upsettersoul]

prepostcrous:

                    ❝  i get the feeling that you’re trying to remember the katakana.  let me see it.  ❞

           Surprisingly gentle ,  the brunet takes the milk from his kōhai to see what he’s trying to read off the face of the carton .  Unfortunately he’s nowhere  CLOSE .  Lazily blinking ,  Oikawa decides to make a hard  PASS  on mocking Kageyama about his mistake as he hands the milk back .

                    ❝  this is meiji milk.  it’s common but expensive.  i don’t have to look at the other one in order to tell you to go with the one that’s NOT this one.  ❞

           Making sure there’s  NO WAY  to misunderstand ,  Oikawa places the milk back on the shelf and holds out the one in Kageyma’s basket .

                    ❝  try to remember THIS kanji.  better price and still just as good.  ❞

     “Nnn...”  It’s mechanical, the way he takes the milk back into his grasp and scrutinizes the kanji.  His brain’s not processing anything, judging from the way his gaze bounced between the carton and Oikawa.

     Without even trying to hide his confusion, he leans in closer  ( possibly a little too close )  to inspect Oikawa  --  from his eyes down to his chin down to his shirt.  For once, Oikawa seemed... genuine?  There’s no eyelid pulling, no mean comments.     Who is this?  There can only be one possibility.

     “Oikawa-san.”  He cups his chin contemplatively.  “...Have you been abducted by aliens?” 

[fucklerobbyy]

im not sure if anyone’s done this yet but

[ifeel-tabul0us]

As a volleyball player, this is exactly how shit feels like

[franshookie-art]

Gentle boy and Curious boy

Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shouyou from Haikyuu!!

What do you think they named their plant?

[upsettersoul]

voiceraised:

             CURSES HE STILL RUNS EVEN AFTER THE BACK ATTACK !! Now it was time for Plan C. Kageyama you poor fool, your speed will be used for Nishinoya and his energy that was used for running will now be stored for fighting. Almost there, so now he must climb the lengthy first year or blind him. Yes perfect, hands would grip on tightly to Kageyama’s shoulders and knees shall now go to dig into his back. That fruit was his, and Nishinoya’s alone.

IT HURTS!!  Those bony as hell knees digging straight into the tender flesh of his back?!  HE’S NO MATCH, keeling over just about instantly.  He lands on his knees, allowing the other to hop off his back and towards that sweet, sweet fruit.

     “Khh...”  The two developing bruises on his back smarts, but the damage to his pride was far more painful.  “No fair...!”

[bravat]

Haikyuu!! + summer