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“Thank you, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says stiffly. “Ushiwaka.” He stands. Which is ridiculous. As is this entire council meeting, actually, so, y’know, par for the course. He clears his throat. “We are here to discuss Kuroo Tetsurou’s crimes, specifically—” Here, he raises his voice, as if anticipating Kuroo’s interruption, “—the endless, egregious, emotionally taxing to unwilling viewers… flirting.”
What.
What.
“With who?” Kuroo asks, incredulous.
Almost all heads swivel to face him. Kunimi’s head doesn’t move, but he does cast a sidelong glance Kuroo’s way. Kageyama doesn’t look up from his notepad, where he does, in fact, seem to be dutifully writing something. Tsukishima is watching over his shoulder and rolls his eyes, pointing at something on the page. Kageyama scowls, then scribbles it out.
“Daichi, obviously,” Suga says.
Really, one of these days, they’re going to have to have a conversation with Oikawa about hijacking Official Council Meetings for his nonsense. Probably got bigger fish to fry today, though.
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“I think your bedroom talk needs some work,” he says. “Somehow, I don’t think talking about how hyper-virile you find the old men in your life will really get most people going.”
Kuroo’s eyes crinkle at the corners, his smirk melting into a smile.
“That’s fine,” he says. “As long as it gets you going, that’s all I need.”
Hajime’s breath catches in his throat, a swell of affection rushing through him. Sometimes Kuroo says the most disarming things and Hajime just has to sit there for a moment, willing the rush of fondness to abate to a shallow warmth beneath his skin. Something easier to move around.
“What makes you think it gets me going?” he asks in the end, voice a little hoarse.
“Well, you’re still here, aren’t you?” Kuroo asks, grinning cheekily.
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
If anyone asks, Hajime invites him over strictly on business. Unfortunately, Hajime also has a predilection for terrible personalities.
—happy birthday iwaizumi!
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- Part 8 of zine pieces
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“I’m very cute,” he says.
Sakusa’s frown deepens.
“Whatever choices I have made that have led you to such a conclusion, I renounce them completely,” he says firmly.
It’s so offhandedly rude that Osamu can’t help but laugh. He likes Sakusa in all flavours—patiently explaining mathematical principles, impatiently explaining mathematical principles, sparkly-eyed when he sees a dog or someone just using soap correctly, exasperated when navigating conversation with Bokuto and Kuroo, surprisingly indulgent when listening to Yukie, brow creased when he focuses on literally anything he decides to devote himself to—but this one, waspish and rude with the world’s most magnificent frown… This one is maybe his favourite.
Atsumu can say his taste is shit all he likes; Osamu knows what he wants, and learning all the tiny intricacies of Sakusa Kiyoomi's facial expressions is pretty high on that list.
—happy (belated in almost every timezone) birthday kristin, omigiri archaeologist and #1 osamu babygirlist / omigiri + mundane au mish-mash
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“Told you we’d come out on top,” he says. He watches Wakatoshi’s expression shift into a smile, and feels victorious in a way which rivals the adrenaline rush from winning the game. Then he thinks about licking the smile out of Wakatoshi’s mouth, and he swallows.
“You did,” Wakatoshi agrees mildly. He splays his fingers out across the sheets. Kiyoomi immediately imagines those same fingers spread over his body, running up and down his sides, pressing into him.
He flips the script, leaning in instead. Wakatoshi’s lips are warm against his – a little dry, but Kiyoomi likes the rub. Likes the way they brush against his, firm and unyielding, just like Wakatoshi is on the court. And then—
Wakatoshi opens his mouth a little, tilts his head just right, and everything is overwhelmingly warm and slick, even a little messy. Kiyoomi does not approve of mess, generally, but he likes it when it’s Wakatoshi – likes knowing that he gets to pull this openness from him, likes that he gets to see him like this. Wakatoshi tastes like winning. He always has.
Sakusa likes to compete against Ushijima. It turns out that he also likes to see him come undone.
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- Part 6 of zine pieces
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You think love is so simple?
Osamu had looked at Kiyoomi, muttering to himself about Kuroo’s terrible drink-mixing skills, and thought, Oh.
Had thought, Yeah, maybe.
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OMG! Sakusa Kiyoomi BESTIES with Miya Osamu???? I can't fucking breathe you guys LOOK AT THIS!!!!! #msbytwt #sakuatsuREAL #TEAMISFAMILYTEAMISFAMILY
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Sakusa glares. “Your chair is as unfit for the public as Kuroo’s hair,” he grumbles.
“That’s rude to the chair,” Sawamura says.
This is unbelievable. Kuroo comes to a coffee shop during his break between classes, out of the goodness of his heart, just to help wingman Bokuto, and instead he meets the hottest guy ever who has the worst taste in chefs—admittedly, Osamu’s food could be good, but Kuroo is loyal, and Fukunaga is a bonafide culinary genius—and doesn’t even blink when he insults Kuroo to his face.
Kuroo may have met the most aggravating person on earth, and he’s TA for a class that Lev takes. Kuroo may also be halfway in love.
The two are not mutually exclusive, apparently.
Kuroo just came to the coffee shop to scope out Bokuto’s crush. Then he sees the best arms he’s ever seen.
—krdi + coffee shop au, for krdi exchange
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“Don’t worry,” he says, a smirk at his lips. Wakatoshi thinks it would be playful on someone else’s face; amused on Iwaizumi, teasing on Semi, wicked on Tendou. On Oikawa, it looks a little like a trap. “I won’t bite.”
Wakatoshi frowns at him, and takes his seat. “I wasn’t worried about that,” he says. “You have never bitten me. It seems unlikely for you to start now.”
“Maybe I want to sabotage you before our game,” Oikawa says, not even missing a beat.
Wakatoshi tilts his head. “You’ve never needed to sabotage your opponents to perform admirably, Oikawa,” he says.
Oikawa doesn’t say anything to that. Wakatoshi is not used to this turn of events. Normally it’s Oikawa who always has something to say – Oikawa who never falters, Oikawa who has never met a mountain he isn’t determined to climb.
HOW TO TALK TO OIKAWA TOORU:
- if your name is ushijima wakatoshi
- if you've spent fourteen years trying
- the night before your olympic match—ushioi, late night at the olympics.
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how to make a snow angel (inefficiently) by kunimi for cuddleefuddlee
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
11 Nov 2021
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It had been cold outside, a blistering chill to the wind as they’d made their way to the library -- but hours have passed since, and now, as they walk along the path winding through the campus, leading them back to their dorms, it’s snowing. It looks like it has been for a while, with the snow several inches thick, painting the world around them in stark whites.
Osamu’s nose is pink.
Kiyoomi can’t stop looking at it.
Osamu likes winter. Kiyoomi learns to come around. / snow angels & new traditions, for omigiri exchange
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There’s a pause for a moment, and then, with that same look on his face that he’d had all those years ago when he told Kiyoomi to stay, Osamu—
“You can stay with me, if you like.”
Kiyoomi blinks. Once, twice, three times.
“Are you sure?” he asks. In his peripheral vision, he can see the receptionist brightening, as if Osamu is a ray of hope that has come shining through the clouds of dismay and dissatisfied guests that her manager left her to deal with.
Kiyoomi can relate.
“Yeah, ‘course,” Osamu says with an easy shrug. “You need to sleep. Besides, not like we’ve never had a sleepover before. Just like old times.”
Kiyoomi's room is double-booked. Osamu has a solution. / bed-sharing and hands that are safe to trust, ten years in motion. for the omigiri exchange
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“I figured it was because I was the most single person you know,” Kuroo says, raising an eyebrow.
“What?” Koutarou asks, sitting upright. “No! I mean, that’s useful, I’m not a homewrecker, even for pretend, but like – you’re so cool, dude! And chill! And funny, and good at things, like – who else would I ask?”
Kuroo stares at him for a long moment.
“Okay,” he says finally.
Koutarou tilts his head. “Okay?”
“Okay,” Kuroo says, taking a deep breath. “I’ll be your pretend boyfriend, or whatever.”
“Really?” Koutarou exclaims, before immediately falling off the couch in excitement. “Ow,” he says, before shooting back up. “But seriously, Kuroo, y’mean it?”
“Yeah,” Kuroo says, shrugging nonchalantly. He rubs the back of his neck again, then meets Koutarou’s gaze. “What’s the worst that can happen?”
People keep having theories about who Bokuto is dating. It's very inconvenient for all involved.
—five times bokuroo are "dating", and one time it's for real / magical realism fake dating 5+1 for the bokuroo exchange!
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- Part 18 of nights like these (author's picks)
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He’s always liked plants, liked the way they are products of their environments, even liked the way some of them grow despite their environments. He doesn’t understand those plants quite as well as the others, but he respects their perseverance. Knows how to find something rare and valuable in them.
They remind him of Karasuno, a little bit, particularly Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio. Karasuno, the plants that flourished from a concrete garden; maybe even stronger for it. Wakatoshi understands them better when he thinks of them like that. He’s always found people in plants, particularly since coming to Shiratorizawa. Since having friends.
Humming to himself, he carefully clips a himawari flower. He likes sunflowers; enjoys their brightness and soft heads. According to the head gardener, they mean radiance, respect. Wakatoshi thinks of them as plants that are taken for granted, but are uncommonly valuable. Something to brighten up one’s day.
He takes his clipping, and thinks of Tendou Satori.
—Wakatoshi thinks about March, and graduation, and how things end. Wakatoshi thinks about spring, and how things begin.
for paradise: an ushiten zine.
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- Part 5 of zine pieces
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“Yeah,” Kageyama says, a little grumpy. “I wanted to win.”
There’s a lot of things Kei could say to that. Obviously springs to mind. Third is still better than ever before too. But Kei is no longer built just of scathing retorts, nor has he softened enough for such sheer sentiment.
“You always do,” he says instead.
Kei’s never been particularly fond of the marks.
For the most part, they’re just there—annoying, yes, but not worth complaining about. They’re a fact of existence after all; humans need oxygen to breathe, the Earth orbits the sun, and if someone makes enough impact on you, your feelings about them manifest on your skin.
—tsukishima kei & the inconvenience of your feelings making themselves known on your skin / tsukishima avoids thinking about it, until he doesn't.
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- Part 4 of zine pieces
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sakusa kiyoomi vs. japan national men's volleyball team by kunimi for wendysheep
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
25 Jul 2021
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“How on earth did this room become the hotspot for wayward Olympians?” Sakusa mutters to himself. “First Suna, then Hinata and his throng of fiascos, now Bokuto twice, and—”
“It’s because you’re such a good friend, Omi-Omi,” Bokuto informs him cheerfully.
Sakusa’s eye twitches.
Five times Sakusa Kiyoomi’s room at the Olympic Village was invaded, and one time he invited someone in
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“She likes you,” Akita observes.
“She’s trying to eat my knee,” Osamu says.
“It’s an expression of affection,” Saito says.
“Yeah?” Osamu raises an eyebrow. “Oi, Kiyoomi, how come you never bite my knee?”
Saito chokes on air. Akita starts laughing so hard she ends up coughing.
“They’re not your most appealing feature,” Kiyoomi replies, not missing a beat.
Kiyoomi likes dogs. And Osamu, well, he likes Kiyoomi.
—omigiri dogenda / osamu is in love, sakusa is bad at names, and hoshiumi is rightfully outraged. roughly in that order
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- Part 2 of nights like these (author's picks)
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i don't believe in luck (but i do believe in you) by kunimi for TeddyKrueger
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
14 May 2021
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He supposes it isn’t all bad. It is still very much not his scene, but milling around the sidelines, ducking overly determined courtiers and generally trying to look as unapproachable as possible is a good distraction, he finds.
“Since when do you pursue distractions?” Hakuba had asked after Kiyoomi had shared this insight when they found each other near the refreshments table. Not that Kiyoomi was partaking in anything other than beverages.
“Since Miya Osamu walked into his life,” Motoya had said, popping up out of nowhere and throwing Kiyoomi immediately to the wolves.
Kiyoomi goes to Inarizaki as the head of Prince Aran's guard, focused only on seeing his friend happily wed. He accounts for a lot of things.
He does not account for Miya Osamu.
—omigiri royalty au / sakusa kiyoomi does not believe in luck, nor omens. maybe he can believe in people.
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- Part 19 of nights like these (author's picks)
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When Yuudai is invited to Washijou-sensei’s rookie training camp, his coach simply nods.
“Of course you were,” he says, in that same tone Asamushi-san uses when he’s explaining a specific rule or play to Yuudai: patient, but with a thread of unshakeable certainty to it, like he has no doubt that Yuudai will be able to do it. A hint of incredulity that there’s any doubt. “Bet Washijou’s got some big ideas for what to show you – Anabara too, he’s always been creative, and how’d he resist? I mean, who’s got more raw power in the prefecture than you?”
A blur of orange flashes through Yuudai’s mind then, always higher than him, always above him, despite the impossibility of it.
Hinata Shouyou, he thinks but does not say.
Yuudai is not who he is today because of Hinata Shouyou, but he is all the better for having had him at his side.
—hyakuhina & their milestones / or: yuudai & shouyou, through the years.
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“I have a proposition,” Kiyoomi says, clearing his throat.
Osamu raises an eyebrow, leaning forward. “I’m all ears,” he says, resting his forearms on the bench.
Kiyoomi’s gaze flicks to the bench—meticulously scrubbed—and the way Osamu’s skin presses flush against it, before snapping his gaze back to Osamu’s. “I think it would be advantageous to enter a sexual relationship,” he says brusquely. “Purely pragmatically.”
Osamu's arm slips from the bench.
Unlike several of his peers his age, Sakusa Kiyoomi abhors the idea of casual sex with strangers. It’s disgusting, no doubt unsatisfactory, and inconvenient for someone as recognisable as he is. His teammates are all out of the question as well, largely because he has no interest, but also because they exist too closely within his orbit. Enter Miya Osamu.
—omigiri fwb / or, sakusa kiyoomi navigates being friends with benefits with the hottest guy he knows. maybe falls in love along the way.
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- Part 5 of nights like these (author's picks)
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“You’re staring,” Kita comments. His eyes are still closed, but Wakatoshi looks at him a lot. It’s not a surprise that he’s learned what it feels like to be watched.
“I like looking at you,” Wakatoshi says honestly.
RICE protocol: guidelines for injury recovery. Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.
Rice protocol: all roads lead to Kita Shinsuke's farm, if you're 28, slightly injured, and looking for a way to rebuild. If you're Ushijima Wakatoshi.
or: wakatoshi knows what the RICE protocol is. he thinks he's found something more healing.
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- Part 9 of nights like these (author's picks)
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“Surprises are good for ya,” he says, which is clearly a nonfactual statement, backed up by absolutely zero evidence. “Anyway, it’s fine, we’re here.”
Kiyoomi looks up, and frowns deeply.
Here turns out to be a Build-A-Bear factory.
“I didn’t even think we had these in Japan,” Kiyoomi says, completely nonplussed.
“There’s not many,” Osamu says, and then, with the air of someone who is completely aware his next words are going to lead to strong protest and still fully intends to say them anyway: “Let’s go in!”
“What?” Kiyoomi asks, vaguely horrified, but Osamu takes advantage of his utter bafflement at this turn of events and pulls him inside.
or: how to go to ikebukuro and score yourself a boyfriend, a stuffed frog, and a possibly permanent blush: a guide by sakusa kiyoomi.
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Osamu doesn’t reply. Doesn’t say that he keeps it for a reason. Doesn’t say that Kiyoomi brushing it back is part of his routine now, built into the rhythm of his everyday life.
It doesn’t matter. Motoya can see it written across his face, plain as day.
“So,” Motoya says lightly. “You’re in love with him too.”
To his credit, Osamu doesn’t flinch.
komori motoya watches miya osamu outside shin-ōsaka station on a saturday night, and sees a man in love.
this is not news to osamu.
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- Part 1 of like waves (we break and we build)
- Part 14 of nights like these (author's picks)