ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴘʟᴀʏ &&. ( ` ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ ᴇᴍᴏ?

i bet iwazumi is rly good at selfies bc of oikawa tho.

Kiss challenge > iwaoi >> 12.on the hand & 7. on the lips (passionate) >> requested by anon

                   Ah yes, leave it to Oikawa to give the most blase answer he could possibly give and still act like it was an impressive reply.  “I guess,” Yaku concedes, trying not to sound bored, “But I don’t really see why that’s relevant.” ✯

“Does  it  really  have  to be relevant? I mean,  songs are  more  for entertain- ment than  anything,  and some people tend to lose grasp of that. I’m just en- joying  that  which  was  meant  to   be enjoyed       in      the      first      place.”      maybe he went a bit     overboard with his answer...                                                               oh well.                                                                                              sometimes oikawa                                                                            can be philosophical, too! 

          “Do you really think that’s such a good idea? Won’t that make it harder during your training?”

A curious eyebrow was raised as she watched the male, slightly nervous of what that could possibly do to his body. It would definitely mess with his head during volleyball training though.

“I’ve  decided  that nothing is worth my time anymore. This world   is   useless   &.   has nothing   of  value  for  me.”                                                   he’s   only   saying   this   be-                                                   cause his headphones broke.                                                                                        the  drink  sloshes  in  his  hand, &.                                                                                        he   stares   at   it  with a blank ex-                                                                                        pression, only to have brown orbs                                                                                        flicker    up   to   view   the   other.

                                       INDIE. HAIKYUU OC. 

                                                    lets go, shiratorizawa !

lovepox:

                    “I know plenty of English music,” Yaku mutters defensively, “Besides, why are you singing such a weird song anyway?” ✯ 

                                     “because!”   it’s   more   of   an                                    exclamation than an explanation,                                         and  he  ignores  the  other’s suddenly                                       wary  tone  of voice, “it’s catchy, isn’t it?”

[ neVER SHIP WITH ME I WILL BUG YOU CONSTANTLY WITH IDEAS AND HEADCANONS AND LITTLE SCENES I IMAGINE RIGHT BEFORE I FALL ASLEEP AND I WILL REBLOG PICTURES OF YOUR MUSE AND DRAW PICTURES OF OUR THREADS AND MAKE GIFSETS EVEN IF IT’S A CROSSOVER SHIP AND I WON’T STOP UNTIL YOU LIVE AND BREATHE THE SHIPS AS MUCH AS I DO AND WHEN I’M DONE YOU WILL FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHY SHIPS ARE NAMED AFTER PEOPLE ]

lace stadium jk (mint)

spiceinthecoffee:

This comment was so typicall for Oikawa that it felt like 3 years ago when both were still heading to Kitagawa Daiichi together. Upon closer look Iwaizumi though had to admit that indeed Oikawa had grown into an even more attractive male that he already had been before. Which was not really something to Iwaizumis liking. Sure Oikawa had always been like this. Good looking, always a retort on his tongue, but somehow Iwaizumi wished the other would show more of his honest and sincere side. The spiker gave off a sigh.

“Ya don’t seem to have changed much, Oikawa. I bet you have still an ugly crying face.” Iwaizumi himself had to smirk at his words. He didn’t mean it in a bad sense, he just wanted to tease Tooru a bit.

                                              “yeah, and i see you’re still                                               so  very  rude, iwa-chan.” there’s     a     chuckle     and    he  smiles- only    a    little   bit,   though.   it’s   still   a bit     awkward     running    into   someone you   cut   contact   with   ( or   was   it him that     did    it?   maybe   it   was   mutual ), especially     unintentionally.     of     course, they    see    each   other   during   matches, but    the    extent    of    their    conversation is always a curt nod and a 'hi’ or ‘good luck’. 

“i  may  not have changed ( outwardly ), but you sure have! did you grow taller?” he  brings a hand to his forehead, comparing himself to the spiker’s height. “haha, nope! you’re still short as ever!”                       ( oikawa, it’s  5 cm difference... )

hanabihimesama:

       ❛ last match of the year? ❜

         last, as if ( there’s no if in oikawa’s voice ) oikawa          is assuming that they’ll lose. to a team other than            shiratorizawa, no less.  kenji grits his teeth, clenc-          hes  his  fists, and forces himself to put on a tight            smile––that looks more like a snarl.  but  his  eyes          curve like crescent moons,  an  obnoxiously  fake          laugh falling from the tense tiers.         ❛ ah, but datekougyou has no intentions of losing––-          at all. ❜ not to seijoh, nor to shiratorizawa.  not  to           anyone. and kenji  will  try  his  best  to  bring  his          team to victory; will crawl until his  fingernails  are          cracked and bleeding. because  he’s  the  captain,           now––and the ace. and. and. and. ’ thanks to you          guys, i was able to be a part of a  team  that  lived          up to it’s name as the iron wall. ‘         but they still lost in the interhigh. kenji watched the         ball fall before his eyes and they  could  live  up  to         the name iron wall, but he could’t have saved  that          ball and carried his upperclassmen to victory.          he wants to win.       ❛ in fact, we intend to completely shut down shirato-         rizawa. we wouldn’t be an iron wall otherwise, right? ❜         ’ quash aobajōsai, shiratorizawa, and karasuno and         head to nationals!! ’ it a lot of weight to bare on his         shoulders––they’ve almost  broken––but  kenji  will          withstand it. for his  team.  for  his  promise  to  his          captain and the other third years.         

     lips        parted,       the   youth   lets   out   a   quick   laugh,      though       completely         unintentional.       he       places      a     finger     to     his     lips    to    stifle   the  sound  before      it      dies      out      completely,      like   embers    flittering,      though     the     fire     isn’t    gone   just   yet   -   quite   the      contrary,    it’s    burning    as    bright    as    ever.    there’s      a    challenge    in    the    setter’s    eyes,    red   on   brown,      his     expression     morphing     to    unadulterated    excite-      ment.   making   others  angry  is    always   a   blissful  feel-      ing.   he    set   up   the  dominoes  that  form  this   situation      and  now  he’s  more  than   ready  to  knock  them all down.      imagine that, finding joy in destroying one’s own creation.

                                              “you  have  no intention of losing,                                               do  you?  but what about the inter-                                               high?  you  probably  did intend to                                               win, but i don’t think disappointing                                               your  upperclassmen  in what was                                               possibly  the  last  match  of  their                                               high     school     careers    is    the                                               definition           of             victory!”

another laugh, but it’s on the boisterous side. he finds  the notion amusing. hilarious, even. the lilt  of his   voice takes on a more musical, mocking theme, filled to the  brim with enjoy- ment  from  the  other’s expression;  the way his   fist  clenches,  how he sneers at oikawa, an  expression  of  ‘holy shit i want to murder this kid’  concealed slightly by auburn bangs.

“shut us down, huh? such a shame,            swans are always so graceful when they fly!                        why would you want to shoot down such a beautiful creature?” he spreads his arms,                                               fingers  pointing  upward.    ah. that’s right, he’s                                              part  of  a flock of swans        ( though he is a black                                       one  at  that; pretty face,            ugly heart. something                                   breathtaking    blooming                 from the ugly duckling ).                          “no matter how high the                      wall, we’ll always be able                     to  soar  above  it, isn’t                            that right?” there’s a full-blown      grin  on  his  face  now,                                  and he shoves his hands back into      his       pockets.