Tag: haikyuu!!

Many, many times, people come and ask Hajime: “Why are you with someone like him?” Their eyes whisper about Tooru in fear-fiery wideness, in hushed awe that is slicked with caution and dark-blurred with confused admiration.

Hajime does not tell them. They would not understand the simplest thing:

That the marks on his existence have not been scarred by Tooru.

Because they have tattooed themselves over each other’s souls, and Hajime has inked a new word on Tooru’s chest where there had only been monster before.

Now, it speaks in night-sky black what Tooru has painted on Hajime’s skin years ago, on the day of their first kiss, and every morning from then on.

Beloved.

The last minutes before a game are usually a time of meditation for Kageyama, but it’s just not working today. If they lose against Seijouh, there’s no chance to go to nationals. And yet… Kageyama tilts his head and frowns. That’s strange.

“Hinata.”

“Huh? Coming!” There’s a squeak of shoes on the gym floor, and Hinata appears by his side. “What is it? Are you getting scared again?” He grins.

“Idiot,” Kageyama growls, “of course not. But – look. Over there.”

Hinata is still snickering, but he looks across the gym to where Kageyama points. The team of Seijouh is standing in a circle, apparently discussing something. Their coach is a bit aside, arms cross, face stern and hard. But what Kageyama is showing him happens a few steps to the left, where the team has entered the court and one of the double doors is still open. 

It’s the ace of Seijouh, Hinata recognises him, and – oh. Oikawa. Something seems to be happening, because the ace (Iwaizumi, now Hinata remembers) reaches for Oikawa’s shoulders and grabs him. “Do you think they’re fighting?” Hinata bites his lip. “Dunno,” Kageyama mumbles. His frown deepens. “Maybe they’re talking about a secret technique-”

That’s when Iwaizumi’s hand slides into Oikawa’s neck, and they kiss. 

The noise that Hinata makes is close to choking. Kageyama can practically feel his cheeks go red. “N-no secret technique,” he whispers. “They didn’t do this back when I was there.”

“It looks weird,” Hinata says, still staring. “Kissing. Like. It’s weird, putting your lips together like that.” 

“Yeah.” Kageyama shakes his head. “I don’t get it. Anyways. Are you ready?”

“Wha- oh, yeah.” 

The rest of Karasuno doesn’t even blink when Kageyama closes his arms around Hinata, and Hinata’s head falls against his chest. They stand, breathing together, waiting until their hearts beat in the same rhythm. Then Kageyama’s nose touches Hinata’s forehead. 

“We’re gonna win.” 

Hinata looks up at him, lips curled into a grin. “Yeah. We will.”

mangobursts:

“Adults say that life is complicated, Hajime thinks, but luckily there are easy and simple things, too. Being with Tooru is one of them. They eat together, switch milk packages (because Hajime always gets strawberry and it’s Tooru’s favourite, so he slides it over), and they share. Sometimes it’s not equal. Tooru tries to steal his meat, then Hajime snatches one of his onigiri, and Tooru pouts. 

But they always sit on the stone steps below the old tree’s shadow, talking loud and giggling quietly, and it’s easy. He can’t imagine eating alone. Tooru says that he never has to. Hajime hopes that it’ll be as easy as that.”

 –moami

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“Tooru?” He asks one day.

“Yes?”

Hajime takes a deep breath. “I don’t get it. You’re so possessive and demand so much attention, and stop pouting, you know you do. But you never ask me to return the words when you say them. You know, those… three words.”

Tooru tilts his head. “You wonder why I don’t make you say that you love me?”

“Well. Yeah. It’s something I thought you’d do. Tickling it out of me.”

“No.” Tooru laughs, and it’s so fake that Hajime shudders. “I didn’t want to know.”

“What? Wait. Are you an idiot? You know that I-”

“I don’t know what you’re feeling, Hajime. I didn’t want to know because if I ask, you could possibly say no. Don’t you get it?”

Hajime’s throat is dry. “But I sleep with you,” he croaks, his chest feeling too cold, too tight, “doesn’t that mean anything? That should’ve told you, you fucking moron!”

Tooru’s smile breaks his heart quietly. “Fucking someone doesn’t always mean that you love them. Just because I love you doesn’t mean that you see me as more than just-”

And Hajime has never touched his fingers around Tooru’s jaw as gently as he does now, breath caught in his mouth. 

“It means everything. I sleep with you because, and now I want you to fucking listen,” he lets his forehead touch Tooru’s, a finger tracing those lips in absolute reverence, “because I love you, I love you, I love you. I need you to understand that. I need you to get that into your head and all the way down to that dumb heart of yours because it’s true and it won’t change. You have me. And you always will.”

Tooru is crying without a sound when Hajime kisses his forehead, holding his face as if it were the shrine to most adored possession. “So next time, ask. Ask every time. I’ll answer.”

Hajime’s got to be honest: This isn’t what he expected. Not at all. This is the furthest from any guesses he made about how this whole thing would be going.

It doesn’t help that Oikawa is frozen in place. His fingers are stiff in Hajime’s shirt, lips still parted where Hajime had kissed him. Yes, he had done it, and he’s never going to forget the hitch in Oikawa’s breath or the tiny noise that bubbled out of his throat when Hajime had pressed their lips together. It had been soft, just a brush of his mouth against Oikawa’s.

It had been everything.

But now Oikawa looks almost… embarrassed. Hajime blinks. His brain isn’t catching up. “Hey. Are you okay?” he decides to ask.

Oikawa closes his mouth. There’s a faint blush rising up his cheeks, spreading down to his neck. It’s gorgeous. Hajime swallows. “I didn’t read your signals wrong, did I? You wanted me to ki-”

“Don’t say it out loud!” Oikawa’s hand slaps across his mouth. Hajime almost stumbles back, and he’s ready to punch Oikawa in the face because fuck him, this took all courage he’s ever had, he’s wanted this for so long –

“It’s because it’s my first,” Oikawa blurts. And Hajime stops struggling against his hand. He stands still when Oikawa leans against him, and his heart explodes into warmth and the need to protect when Oikawa – no, Tooru – buries his head against Hajime’s neck.

“I kind of hoped that it’d be you.” Tooru’s lips tremble against his skin, a small touch. Hajime closes his eyes.

“That was your first kiss? You’re fucking with me.”

A chuckle. “We just kissed and you’re already thinking about that. Naughty.”

Hajime kind of wants to hit him again, but Tooru slings both arms around his neck and presses their foreheads together, eyes alight with a joy Hajime swears he’ll keep glowing.

“Idiot.” Hajime slides his thumb along Tooru’s cupid’s bow, as gentle as he can. “We have time.”

Tooru’s smile widens. “Yeah. All of it.” And then he’s the one kissing Hajime, pushing him against the wall of their now old school, their lips falling together as the graduation celebration goes on without them.

meru90:

“The café is a secret. Oikawa chose it, back when their first kiss had left invisible marks on each other’s lips, clumsy and awkward, and when they needed a place to sit on their own and not have anybody watch them. Nowadays it’s tradition, and Oikawa’s lips are as soft as the day they first came here, when Iwaizumi asked him to be his boyfriend.” – moami

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Gosh Meru, your artwork is beautiful. Thank you for accepting my words to stand below your creative firework. ♥ and Kami, thank you for asking me to write for the previews, and I wish you all of the success with that wonderful zine!

kkumri:

“He looks up at the sky like it’s a miracle. His hair is dark and warm-shining in the rain, and he’s going to catch a cold like that. But Iwaizumi watches him still, knowing that he will lend Oikawa his jacket once he comes back inside. He will kiss the water from Oikawa’s cheeks, touch his shirt that’s changed from blue to purple like the cool skin below, and Iwaizumi knows that Oikawa still won’t realize what the true miracle is.” – moami

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Thank you so much for letting me write for this beautiful piece of yours, Ally! I’m very happy that I got to help this project at least a little bit. Kami has done such great work on the zine, putting all of this together. I’m sure the final result will be stunning. This was so nice to do – I’m astonished by all the people coming together for this. To the Iwaoi.

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Tooru almost forgot about their symbiosis. He’s reminded that Hajime and him are connected by some ancient part of themselves during a situation that couldn’t be more harmless; volleyball training before an important match.

And Tooru is reminded with stinging cruelty when Hajime receives a ball just with the tips of his fingers. He falls, his ankle hits the court, and the entire team freezes when Hajime screams. It’s sharp, short, and Tooru’s feet kick into motion when their ace crumbles on the ground.

Someone calls both of their names. It could be the coach that’s shouting, something like “don’t move his foot, let me through”, but Tooru’s ears are deaf. His vision is white and teal blurring into skin darker than his own, his own steps echo up his spine, and then his hands reach Hajime’s shoulders.

“No,” Tooru thinks he’s saying. His face feels wet, he can’t see clearly. He doesn’t fucking care that he’s crying on the court and Hajime isn’t. He can’t be hurt, he can’t, it’s not supposed to be him who gets hurt-

“Hey. Tooru. Shh, look – look at me.” Hajime’s voice is dark, twisted by pain, but he wraps his arms around Tooru’s neck and allows himself to be lifted. Tooru doesn’t know how he carries him to the bench. All he knows is that he keeps saying, like a prayer: “You have to be okay again.”

Hajime kisses him just when Tooru is blocking everyone from seeing them, just before the coach comes running, just before it turns out to be a harmless overly strained tendon that will recover after a few days.

But still, that night, Tooru stays at Hajime’s place. And Hajime doesn’t complain if Tooru holds him more tightly, nails digging into his back, ear pressed to his ribs to listen to his heart beat.

beechichi:

Inspired by @moami ‘s Kuroken drabble

Bonus:

You’re making me sob internally more and more each time, Bee. I honestly can’t find the right words anymore. I have been looking at this for fifty years. Let me look at it for another fifty. They’re so gentle and good and natural; you captured everything my drabble tried to say. (And the bonus is gold, oh gosh, Lev don’t make your tiny boyfriend angry.) Bee, you’re so wonderful. Thank you. ♥