My Favorite Thing About Haikyuu!! Is Still That The Only One Out Of All The Boys Who Has A Girlfriend

daichi + suga in the haikyuu stage play (◡‿◡✿)

He confesses to you with a letter. 

The letter was something you weren’t really ever expecting and it took you three times to read over it to fully process what it was. What he was saying. 

For a moment you wondered why he just didn’t call you, or tell you how he felt in person, but then again a writing you a letter seemed like something he’d do. 

It was simple, not too long; about one page of neatly written words that held so much more meaning in them than any other letter you’ve read before. 

With each and every word you read your heart beat quickened until your heart was practically jumping out of your chest. 

What he’d written wasn’t completely out of the blue, the connection between you was strong and something more special than you’d felt with anyone in a long time. But still you found yourself more shocked at the confession. 

What stuck in your head the most was the very last line.

‘”I’ll wait for you, love. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

When you can finally think clearly again you waste no time in calling him, hands trembling as you find his contact. 

“Hello?”

“I don’t want you to wait.” You words are more rushed than you’d like them to be, barely giving him time to answer before you cut him off. 

“What?” You can hear the confusion lacing his voice when he speaks again. “Wait-”

“I got your letter.” You say almost breathlessly heart still pounding in your chest.

“Oh, you did?” He’s quiet for a moment and you can practically hear him tense through the phone. “And?”

“And I think you should come over.” 

Your response is quieter than everything you’ve said before and for some reason you feel nervous, like you aren’t holding his literal confession in your hands. 

“Want me to leave right now?”

“Yes, if you can I mean.” You stop yourself taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I can wait long enough for you to get my letter saying the same thing.” 

“Okay, I’ll be over soon.” Just like that the uncertainty in his voice was replaced by an audible smile, one you couldn’t wait to see.

AKAASHI, asahi, KITA, semi, ennoshita, sugawara

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

tired of being tired

"this is the longest january ever." i say every year in january

color blocking practice feat. suga

listen, he certainly doesn't need my help to be handsome; i just think that if he pushed his hair back, i would never recover.

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989)

Oki birthday hcs? How about how the kurasuno boys would plan a surprise party? Or what they do on their own birthdays?

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HI, I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT </3 I saw this the day after my birthday at work, started writing the day after, and then now I tried to write more but I’m really struggling to write more than three characters D: I’ll have to smush it down to Asahi, Daichi, and Suga if that’s alr! 

How the Karasuno 3rd years would react/celebrate your birthday! 

- They all definitely knew beforehand... Just kidding, only Suga and Daichi knew besides Coach! Those two like to know what’s important to their teammates!  - Everyone except for Daichi and Suga are just “WHAT?!?!” and immediate panic to start party planning!  - Like it’s you!! Everyone loves you so much, how could they not plan?!  - But it’s fuckin’ chaos to plan who buys what... Stuff can get expensive! Not all of them have jobs!  - Until Coach just tells them he’ll bring stuff. Then it’s settled (They just can’t let him choose what to bring... Old man tastes are a no-go! /j)  Daichi 

Daichi is the one who tells everyone along with Sugawara, he finds it amusing how Tanaka and Nishinoya start freakin’ out (Asahi is quietly panicking). He takes control over deciding who does what, he knows his players well enough to know who can do the best at certain things!  He personally takes over finding out stuff you like subtly. Like cake flavor, color, all that stuff if he doesn’t already know. Daichi knows how to smooth talk! So does Sugawara, but Sugawara can’t lie for the life of him.  Despite being calmer, he’s so excited!! Your first birthday with them?! And he’s your captain?! WOAH!!! He’s so proud of you! Sugawara 

After Daichi tells everyone, Sugawara is quick to give Asahi a good slap on the back to get rid of any negative thoughts... This will be explained at Asahi’s part but moving on! Suga is so happy that everyone is getting together to celebrate ya! Like look at his team go! And he’s part of it, even bigger yay! He’d help Kiyoko keep a list of who does what (despite Kiyoko being completely capable of doing it herself, Nishi and Tanaka are yelling out so many ideas... How could you keep up?) He cannot wipe the happy smile off his face, he’s so happy to celebrate you in any way. Sugawara may not say it well but... He appreciates you so much. You do so much for the team! And you do so much for him too... He wants to show you that he’s thankful!  Asahi

HE DIDN’T KNOW?! Poor guy feels so bad for not knowing, he never even thought to ask!! But those thoughts go away after Suga give him a back-breaking slap on the back! Ok ok! He needs to keep track!  A bit overwhelmed by Tanaka and Nishinoya literally yelling at the top of their lungs again, but secretly matching their excitement. Not only will he get to see you so happy when you see the surprise, but he gets to help!! Asahi doesn’t hesitate to take the role of planning out the decorations. Afterall, the team really hyped him up on his designing skills!  Asahi could never say this to your face, but he’s so happy that you’re friends with him. You make him so happy, you help him when his anxiety is too much, and he wants to give back to you. You’re an amazing person and you deserve to have something special! He’s gonna make sure this is the best lookin’ party you’ll ever see! (Even if it’s dollar-store decorations... That doesn’t count stop-) 

【𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂】

A/n: I love her.

Mizu is not a woman built for softness—but she gives it to you anyway, in her own way. Sharp hands. Quiet praise. Brutal honesty. You’re the only one allowed behind the mask, beneath the blade. And when she takes you? It’s never casual. It’s control. It’s reverence. It’s hers.

1. The Sword Polishing Room—On Her Lap, Wet and Waiting

It’s the quiet after training. The room smells of oil and steel. Mizu sits cross-legged, shirt undone, your thighs straddling hers. She doesn’t even undress you—just pushes your robes aside and pulls your panties to the side like an afterthought. One hand keeps working the cloth over her blade. The other is between your legs, working slow, calculated circles. She fucks you with her fingers so steady you’re trembling in her lap, and when you beg? She doesn’t look up. “Focus. Come for me like you’re learning something.”

2. In the Springs—Her Fingers Under the Water, Her Mouth on Your Neck

She never lets her guard down. Not in public. Not around strangers. But the springs are different. The steam wraps around the two of you like a secret, and Mizu pulls you into her lap beneath the surface. Her fingers are already inside you before you can fully relax. “Keep your voice low,” she warns, licking along your neck. “Or I’ll make you come harder.” She makes good on that promise. You almost drown on a gasp.

3. Against the Wall of an Enemy’s Home—Right After a Kill

Her blade is still wet. Her eyes are wild. And you? You’re the only thing anchoring her. She pushes you against the wall the moment the target drops, pressing her thigh between your legs and grinding until you moan. “You wait for me like this?” she asks, tone dangerous. “Dripping wet while I kill for us?” Then she drops to her knees, licks up your thigh, and makes you come with her mouth still tasting of violence. She fucks like she needs to burn the rage out of her, and you let her.

4. Under the Floorboards of a Tea House—While People Walk Above You

It’s supposed to be a hiding place. It is—but not for long. The second the trapdoor shuts, Mizu has you on your back, hands sliding up your thighs with practiced ease. “No one knows we’re here,” she whispers, voice like smoke. “So why are you shaking like they’ll hear you come?” She fucks you slow, deliberate, while the sound of footsteps above only makes your pulse race. You break when she says your name like a threat and a vow in the same breath.

5. On the Tatami Mat—With a Wooden Sword Between Your Legs

It starts as training. She teaches you grip, form, control. But when she stands behind you, correcting your stance, her hands linger. She slides the bokken between your legs, hips grinding the length into your soaked folds, and suddenly you’re begging. “Say please,” she demands. You do. She rocks it against your clit while her hand covers your mouth, breathing against your neck. When you come, she holds you upright, whispering, “Next time, I’ll use the real blade.”

6. On Her Back, Letting You Take Control—Just Once

Mizu doesn’t give up control easily—but sometimes she wants to be undone. So she lays back, arms folded behind her head, watching you climb onto her lap with a dark, unreadable gaze. “Show me what you want,” she says. You ride her face, her fingers, her thigh—whatever she gives. But she doesn’t break eye contact. Not once. And when you finally break, gasping her name, she flips you effortlessly and pins you down with a smirk. “My turn.”

7. Bound in Silk Rope, Legs Spread, Eyes Locked on Hers

Mizu doesn’t rush the tying. She treats it like an art—each knot perfectly placed, every wrap of silk as calculated as her swordplay. You’re spread on the floor, wrists bound above your head, legs pulled open and secured in a way that leaves you trembling. She doesn’t say much—just watches you, fingers teasing the edge of your folds until you’re begging. “You’re so easy to ruin like this,” she murmurs, slipping two fingers inside. “But I always put you back together, don’t I?” You nod. She makes you come again before undoing a single knot.

8. In the Woods, Strap-On Buckled Tight Under Her Robes

She takes you for a walk where no one will follow. The air is cool, your hand in hers, her thumb brushing your palm with deceptive tenderness. But the second she finds a secluded clearing, Mizu pushes you against a tree, robes falling open just enough to reveal the leather harness strapped low on her hips. “Turn around,” she orders. She fucks you from behind, one hand on your throat, the other covering your mouth as her hips snap hard and fast. You’re crying into her hand, stuffed full and breathless. She doesn’t stop until your knees give out.

9. Rare Submission—When You Pin Her Down

It’s late. Her guard is lowered. You’re straddling her hips, wrists held down, watching her fight the urge to flip you and take back control. But she doesn’t. Not tonight. “You’re testing me,” she says, voice flat—but her pupils are blown wide, chest rising fast. You ride her slowly, taking your time, teasing her just like she does you. She bites her lip until it bleeds. When she comes, it’s with a quiet gasp and her fingers clutching the sheets. You lean down and whisper, “You’re mine too, you know.” She doesn’t argue.

10. In a Crowded Temple, Fingers Hidden Beneath Your Robes

Mizu prays in silence—but today, her hand slips under your robe mid-ceremony, fingers curling up inside you while others kneel just feet away. Her expression never changes. She keeps her eyes ahead, her posture perfect. You, however, are shaking beside her, trying not to let your knees buckle. “Don’t disgrace yourself,” she murmurs, lips unmoving. “Hold it in.” You come with a silent scream, robes clutched tightly in your fists. She keeps her hand there, deep and still. “We’ll atone later,” she says. But she doesn’t remove her fingers until the ceremony ends.

11. Over the Sheathed Blade, Grinding Until You Break

The sword is laid between your thighs, sheathed but firm, cold metal against your heated skin. Mizu sits back, watching—eyes hungry but hands behind her back. “Show me how desperate you are,” she says. You ride it slow at first, hips grinding along the length of her blade, gasping at the pressure. When you speed up, she still doesn’t move. “Use it,” she commands. You come hard, shaking above her sword, whispering her name like a prayer. That’s when she finally gets up. “Now,” she says, undoing her robes, “I’ll give you something sharper to come on.”

12. After Battle, Covered in Blood, With Her Face Between Your Thighs

She’s not clean yet. The blood’s still drying on her chest, the sweat still clinging to her neck—but the second she sees you waiting by the fire, she drops to her knees. She spreads your thighs apart and eats you like she hasn’t tasted peace in months. Her tongue is sharp, her grip even sharper, fingers bruising your thighs as she keeps you still. “You keep me alive,” she murmurs between licks, “so I’ll worship you properly.” You don’t argue—not with your legs over her shoulders and her mouth making you scream into the night.

13. In the Dojo, On Her Knees, Hands Behind Her Back.

You’d never expect Mizu to kneel for anyone—but tonight, she does. She strips her own kimono, folds her hands behind her, and bows her head before you. “Command me,” she says. And you do. You ride her face slowly, pulling her hair, grinding on her mouth until she moans into you. It’s intoxicating—seeing her so undone for you. But when you come, she licks you clean and stands with a gleam in her eye. “Now,” she says, cracking her knuckles, “my turn.”

they tell you a girl is a haunted house but what they really mean is a girl is a haunted house that’s desperately trying to repurpose itself into a beautiful overgrown garden where sunlight shyly seeps in through soot-stained windows