Unfortunately not really. I’ve lost a lot of my interest for Haikyuu and although I still think of it fondly, I don’t have much time or motivation to write that much anymore. Maybe I’ll pop in every so often to write some miscellaneous drabble. However if one message piques my interest, I’ll definitely take some time to answer it.

By the way, this blog won’t be deleted or anything so don’t worry! Also, I’ve reached nearly 3800 followers! Maybe I’ll host a giveaway soon..? 

12 pm at the train station… They were right on time and they looked around, trying to spot the overly tall and overly loud boy they were supposed to be going on a date with. It shouldn’t be that hard-

“Oi ____! Over here!” There he is! Lev’s head pokes out above the bustling crowd and he waves enthusiastically with one hand. His crush weaves their way through the masses and… My God… What is he wearing??

“Uh….” Any action other than gaping in pure shock would be inappropriate.

“Hoho, what do you think?! My sister tried to stop me but I tried really hard with this outfit!” He strikes a pose that would be sort of cool if he didn’t look like an utter fashion disaster. “Y’know plaid is in right now so I put on my plaid shirt and my plaid shorts and my plaid-”

“Pffft.” His enthusiasm was positively adorable and he was trying so hard to impress them….!

“Whaaat, what are you laughing at?” Poor boy didn’t even know and that only made them laugh a little harder. He leaned down a little and huffed indignantly. “Are you making fun of me??”

“No! It’s just…” Hmmm… How could they be delicate about this? “Well, how about we go to the mall?”

“Sure thing!” He held out his hand to them as if he were expecting to receive something. Both parties stared at each other for a good few seconds until they quizzically raised an eyebrow. “Your hand! Don’t people usually hold hands when they’re on a date?”

“Oh! Y-Yeah I guess!” At first they were startled by his boldness but the look on his face made them buckle in a heartbeat. They gingerly placed their hand in and his expression instantly lit up with a childish brightness.

“Alright, off we go!” He laughed heartily and pulled them in close so they could walk side by side, bodies so close to touching. Did this guy have any sense of personal space? They sighed softly, but decided not to protest. After all, it wasn’t at all unpleasant….

Oh my god, bless you for this. - ✿

It’s 1 am and they swear, they swear it to all the gods above that this guy with his eyes glued to his phone has passed by their house for the sixth time. Every so often, he walks down the street and out of sight but sure enough, he’s back in another 5 minutes, just leaning on the telephone pole all casually. Sometimes he peeks over the fence around the house like he’s looking for something. Something to steal maybe…?

“Fuck it, I’m calling the cops…” He’s still there, staring at his phone with a smirk. They sure aren’t going to wait until he makes the first move. “Hello 119? There’s some creepy guy hanging outside my house… Yeah he’s been there for over three hours….” The operator tells them that a police officer is on the way and they promptly hang up, feeling triumphant. Take that suspicious guy!

While they wait for the cop to arrive, they gingerly peek their head out the door, making sure that he’s not watching. He’s an older teen with messy black hair that hands over one eye and a grin that reminds you of a backalley cat. It’s too bad their first meeting has to be under these circumstances… They feel like they could have been friends.

“Excuse me sir.” Oh crap here’s the police! The boy turns at the voice and when he notices the uniform, the expression on his face represented the emotional equivalent of shitting his pants. The two exchange a few (frantic) words before the officer rings the doorbell to the unfortunate victim’s house.

“O-Oh!” They scramble out the door and the officer beckons the boy forward.

“Uh… hey.” He’s doing everything in his power to avoid looking directly at them since his eyes seem fixated on the shrubs next to them. “I’m very sorry for loitering outside your house! It was a total accident, I mean… Not really but I didn’t mean to be suspicious…” He’s babbling at this point and both you and the police officer are staring at him as he tries to compose himself. “Well it’s just that you’re house is a Pokestop! Y’know, for Pokemon Go?” 

“Pokemon Go… Like the new app?”

“Yeah! It’s like, you use your GPS to catch Pokemon! And your house is a Pokestop, where I can get items every few minutes.” The blue Pokeball thing spins and for a moment, all parties are silent. The boy is clearly breaking out into a cold sweat and suddenly, they just can’t take it anymore.

“PFBBBBTHHHH.” They burst out laughing, like a stomach-cramping, eyes-tearing sort of guffaw. “I-I’m okay! Just… snrrrk… gimme a moment!” They had been so worried for nothing. This boy is obviously a huge nerd who’s oblivious to the trouble he caused. “Hoo, that was a good one!”

“Um… I suppose everything here is settled.” The officer briskly walks away since obviously he has better things to do than watch this disaster of a conversation.

“Dude. Dude…” They clap a hand on the boy’s shoulder and wipe the tears away from their eyes. “What’s your name?”

“K-Kuroo…”

“Well Kuroo! If you intend to just stand outside my house all night, I won’t stop you. But next time, just ring the doorbell and I’ll let you in! You’re clearly too much of a nerd to be a real threat to me.” He looks vaguely offended but seems to decide that it’s a compliment instead. “Anyway, I’ll see you later. It’s late and I need to hit the hay!”

Without waiting for answer, they leave him to stand under the telephone pole alone, speechless and iPhone clinging to the last of its battery power.

I’m sorry this is so late! Hope you like it though! -✿

Who cooks normally?: Cooking is nearly nonexistent because let’s face it they’d probably both be disasters in the kitchen.

How often do they fight?: Often! We already see so much of it in canon! Usually the effects of their quarrels last max a few hours, but every so often there’s a big storm and for a while, they are each too stubborn to apologize.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Think and text about what sort of cool volleyball moves they’re gonna practice together and how they’re going to help each other with homework (it’ll be more like them calling Yachi for assistance).

Nicknames for each other?: Kageyama calls him “Hinata” usually, sometimes “Shortie” or just “Oi!”. Hinata goes with “Kageyama-kun” or “Tobio” whenever he wants to fluster Kags!

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Hinata! He’d begin the “I’ll pay for food” argument first, expecting some sort of resistance but Kageyama just doesn’t play by the rules. (”I’ll be paying today Kageyama!” “Alright thanks.” ”….This is the part where you’re supposed to say “No I’ll pay for it”.)

Who steals the covers at night?: Hinata! He tosses and turns and kicks but Kageyama sleeps right through the carnage. A match made in heaven….

What would they get each other for gifts?: Hinata would be like “Kageyama, this reminded me of you so I bought it!” and it would be something like a t-shirt with a “cool” logo or a stuffed animal with a constipated expression. Kageyama would get something practical and volleyball-oriented because he’s probably that guy that gives people bizarre gifts. 

Who remembers things?: Neither… Both of them are sort of terrible at this. Within a few days, one of them will finally remember what they’ve both forgotten (uhh anniversary??). 

Who cusses more?: Kageyama for sure! (”Fucking hell!” “Kageyama, watch your language!” “FUCKING HECK!”)

What would they do if the other one was hurt?: Thanks to their one-track minds, both of them would want to hunt down the source and effectively wipe them off the face of the planet. However, Hinata would be better at the comforting portion of this.

Who kissed who first?: Hinata kissed him first! Just jumped and smecked Kageyama on the lips all casually. 

Who made the first move/Who started the relationship?: I sort of imagined it as a spur of the moment thing. Maybe one of them would get carried away in the heat of an argument or during a game. Either way, one of them would end up screaming something along the lines of “I LOVE AND ADMIRE YOUR HARD WORK AND DEDICATION! YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!” and the rest is history.

“Welcome, welcome!” A young witch leaps over the counter and eagerly hassle the new customer inside, before they have a chance to reconsider. Business has been a bit tight but when hasn’t it? One has to work their way up from the bottom and they’d be damned before they let this business go to ruins. This dusty shop, shelves crammed to the brim with different trinkets and sparkling potions, is one place they’d truly call home.

“I was wondering if you were carrying any sort of life potions. Afraid that my stock is running low!” The customer chuckles a little and their heart melts a little bit. It’s clear that this freckly boy is a newbie as well, birds of a feather.

“Luckily, that’s one of my specialties. Hold on just a moment.” They carefully weave and duck between the various enchanted artifacts. Woops, better be careful… It isn’t exactly easy navigating through a maze of magic goods that could either dye your skin blue for a week or turn you into an animal. However, they see the prize: a gleaming silver potion high up on a shelf, sitting right above a maneki-neko statue.

The statue has been there since the beginning and the witch is not exactly sure why. It’s beyond adorable with its mysterious grin and calico patterning. Before the witch opens shop each day, they affectionately pat the feline’s head and wish for good business. A silly ritual really, but one that they do every day. One day, the witch hoped to be able to afford adopting a cat but for now, this statue will do.

“Almost… almost…!” Their fingers just barely graze the potion bottle and it teeters on the edge for a moment, just long enough for them to think ‘Oh crap’. It falls and their hand extends to catch it much too late. Glass shatters all over the cat statue, infusing it with magic. The freckled boy gasps from a few feet away.

For a few heartbeats, nothing happens. The paw that was previously swinging too and fro rather idly suddenly comes to a complete stop. The witch gulps.

“H… Hello?” The cat’s eyes slowly blink at the sound of their voice and its pupils shift to look at them.

“Hell..o.” The responding voice is a bit gravelly, but otherwise sounds quite normal. No one knows exactly what to say. “I…. how did this happen?” Slowly but surely, the cat began to shift out of its rigid posture. Its ears start to flicker and a tail begins to twitch.

“I accidentally spilled some life potion on you. I’m so sorry, it wasn’t supposed to happen!” It stretches and the witch can see the sheen of porcelain against the dim light. The cat looks almost like a real one, just with abnormally shiny fur. Maybe it’s soft as well…

“It’s fine, I guess.” The nonchalant shrug and droopy-eyed look told them that this statue was just “pretty alright” with the sudden gift of sentience. “This is a lot better than sitting around as a statue, so I’m okay with it.” It stands up on its hind legs and paws at the witch’s clothes. “Please pick me up.”

They scoop up the magic-statue cat and goodness, it is quite soft! The urge to pet the little guy is too much, and while it looks a bit offended at first, the cat doesn’t say a word.

“Um…” The freckled mage meekly interrupts the moment of human-animal bonding. “Should I come back another time…?”

“No no no! I have a few in the backroom. I’ll be right back!” With the cat still in their arms, the witch scampers to the back and rummages through a drawer. Ah! Here it is. Backups are always handy for situations like these. They make their way back and the customer pays and leaves but not before wishing them good luck with their new… situation.

“Soooooo…” The witch curiously stares as the cat leaps out of their arms and onto the counter. It stares back with large, black eyes. “What are you going to do now?”

“I’ll stay. This has been my home for as long as I’ve existed.” That response earns it a nice, gentle ear scratch.

“Yesss, I’ve always wanted a cat! Oh yeah, you’ll need a name too.” It looks up at them curiously, if not a little eager to be able to take on a new identity with its new body. “How about…. Kenma!”

“What does that mean?”

“It doesn’t mean anything, it just sounds cool okay?” The cat scoffs gently, but does not protest. A soft purr resounds as it closes its eyes and leans into the witch’s touch. “From now on, you’re my assistant! We’ll keep this shop together alright?”

“…Fine by me.”

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The wilderness is not a kind place, and it’s certainly no place for a weakling. After all, it’s kill or be killed and there are plenty of monsters hiding in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to strike. Plenty of hungry, sharp-clawed, and even-sharper-teethed monsters looking for a snack.

‘Oh god…. Where am I…?’ Yamaguchi clutched his wooden staff to his chest and timidly pushed through the bushes in what he thinks is the right direction home. This started as a mere errand as he ventured out to forage and restock his herbs. Of course it’d be his lucky day and he, a greenhorn mage with barely any combat experience, would get lost in an enchanted forest.

Some leaves rustle and he quickly points the head of his staff in its general direction. After a few moments, it’s clear that it was probably some harmless forest creature and he lowers his arm with a sigh of relief. He pushes forward, scared but determined to make the best of this harrowing situation.

Every step he takes deeper into the undergrowth means less and less light as the vines and branches grow thicker. Eventually, Yamaguchi casts a light spell, causing the staff’s head to glow dimly and shed some light on his surroundings. This is definitely not the way home.

“…ou” The hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up and he fearfully glances around.

“W-W-W-Who’s there??”

“You….” The voice sounds very far away, like a distant echo.

“H-Help! I’m really, REALLY lost!” He’s too desperate to find his way back to even consider that this voice might belong to a hostile spirit.

“This way…” He hurries in the direction of the fading voice, not slowing down even when he gets slapped and scratched by stray branches. Eventually, he sees a glimmer of sunlight and breaks into a run, headless of the foliage. He rushes headlong into the light and the sudden brightness causes his eyes to water.

In front of him is a small lake with lily pads and lotus flowers dappling the surface, a scene almost straight from that of a fairy tale. Animals are drinking and they look up at him, wary but not ready to flee just yet. His eyes slowly adjust and he can see someone sitting by the shore, their back and… wings facing him. Their hair is long and a woven into a braid of flowers and leaves. 

“Are… you the one who lead me here…?” His voice squeaks and he hesitantly approaches the figure, afraid that he might spook whoever this being may be.

“Yes.” The figure turns their head to face him and the first thing he notices are how bright and inhumanly green their eyes are. They’re mesmerizing and he hopes he isn’t gaping.

“Uh! Well, thank you so much, I’m so grateful! I was probably getting so lost in there! B-But I need to get back to town. Could you possibly show me the way there?” Jittery energy wracks his brain.

“I’ll help you. You seem… trustworthy. Very unlike the other humans who come barging this deep into the woods. All they seem to be intent on is hunting us down and killing all the game they can find.” They hold their gaze and it almost seems like they’re peering deeper and deeper into his heart.

“Wait, what… are you? I mean! No offense or anything! You’re just talking as if you aren’t a human and you’re very pretty and all and nice and haha oh goodness what am I saying?!” He’s making a complete and utter fool of himself!

“Pfft.” Yamaguchi’s babbling breaks their stern expression and they let out a small chuckle. Oh no, they’re cute…! “It’s fine. I’m a forest spirit, one who looks after this neck of the forest and all the animals within it. I was looking into the lake when I saw you stumbling around like a newborn fawn. So….” They raise an eyebrow.

“Oh! My name is Yamaguchi!”

“So Yamaguchi. What exactly are you, a human, doing so far away from town?”

“I was out looking for herbs but I sort of… lost my way.” He chuckled nervously.

“It’s fine.” Their grin grew a little bit wider. “The way back to town is over there.” With a flick of their wrist, plants and roots parted, forming a straight, clear path out of the forest. “Just keep going and you’ll eventually find your way home.”

“Thank you, oh thank you so much!” He bowed deeply. “I promise, I’ll come back and repay you for your kindness!”

“…You intend on coming back?”

“Well, yes! You saved me!” He looked up at them, eyes unwavering and determined. The spirit is taken aback for a moment. After all, humans and spirits have a rather strained relationship.

“Heh. Fine. Do as you please. However, please take her with you.” Their eyes flicker to the trees and a dove takes flight before gently landing on Yamaguchi’s shoulder. “She will guide you here safely.”

“Thank you! I’ll see you then!” He beamed at them and with a sunny grin so innocent and lovely, the spirit couldn’t help but grin too.

“Till then.”

Who cooks normally?: They alternate! Both are quite good in the kitchen, so it’s always a good time! 

How often do they fight?: Basically never! Both are mature enough to put their emotions aside and talk things out with each other. 

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Text or Snapchat! They are especially fond of exchanging silly photos where they’re making funny faces (those Snapchat filters!) or candids of their teammates!

Nicknames for each other?: Daichi says either “Suga” or “Koushi”. Sugawara says “Sawamura-kun” whenever he’s teasing Daichi, but usually says either “Daichi” or “Captain!”.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Daichi! Suga sometimes lets him just so Daichi won’t whine about it later on, but he always makes sure to foot the bill (or try to) just as often.

Who steals the covers at night?: Suga and Daichi duke it out in their sleep. Basically one steals the covers and then the other takes it back, so on and so forth!

What would they get each other for gifts?: Daichi gets Suga whatever he’s been going on about lately! He notices that facial expression Suga makes whenever he sees something he really wants, so Daichi buys it then and keeps it a secret until the moment is right! Suga likes making gifts for his boyfriend, especially matching pieces of clothing! 

Who remembers things?: Suga! Daichi can sometimes be swept away with his numerous responsibilities (managing the team, watching over the first years and some of the second years….) , so Suga is usually there to remind him of important stuff!

Who cusses more?: Suga, but he tries to be quiet about it so he doesn’t catch the younger crows off guard.

What would they do if the other one was hurt?: Suga would be there for Daichi, a pillar of support that he could cry on without having to feel any shame or judgement. Daichi would want to talk through whatever is happening. Although he really just wants to hug Suga and let him cry it out, it would be better to work together and address the root of the issue.

Who kissed who first/Who made the first move/Who started the relationship?: Okay I imagined it going something like this! Karasuno decides to take a day off for relaxation + bonding purposes, so majority rules for amusement park! Along the way, Tanaka and Noya both think it’d be an amazing idea to stick Suga and Daichi together on every ride. Every single one of them. 

Near the end of their trip of, course the smug underclassmen decide to take ferris wheel ride (Hinata is basically the only one who is riding it for actual fun and not to see what happens between captain and setter!). Small groups pile into the cars behind and in front of the Daichi + Suga car.

By this time, it’s plainly obvious what the underclassmen are pulling since they weren’t exactly subtle about it. Plus, the two of them have been sort of dancing around the subject for awhile… They decide that its time to sort things out while at the same time, giving their teammates a show.

They talk and both acknowledge it was sort of a long time coming! Right after that, both stand up, allowing the other cars to get a great view of them… sharing a kiss! Everyone cheers (some are weeping with joy) and congratulates them at the end of the ride.

Both are quite tall, so I don’t think either would function well as the little spoon, especially if their S.O. were significantly shorter.

Hanamaki is a bit of a restless sleeper so he tosses and turns, sometimes making cuddling difficult. He at least tries to hold onto their hand or something but usually, he ends up letting go and rolling off!

Matsukawa lies pretty still and likes holding onto his S.O. while he sleeps, but he snores! It isn’t unbearable, just something that can be a bit annoying at times.

If the two were in a poly relationship, the cuddling would involve a lot of awkwardly lanky limbs (both boys are over 6 ft tall!! yeesh!). Hopefully, they’d figure out what was most comfortable between the 3 of them….! Earplugs maybe?

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Who cooks normally?: Kuroo! He always loves making Tsukki’s favorite foods, plus he always wears silly stuff like a “Kiss the Cook” apron.

How often do they fight?: They often just rub each other the wrong way but neither are too stubborn. Their squabbles only last a day at max before someone apologizes.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Snapchat is Kuroo’s favorite, but Tsukki prefers texting or calling even.

Nicknames for each other?: Kuroo calls Tsukishima “Tsukki” or “Kei”! Tsukishima usually calls him either “Kuroo” or sometimes “Tetsurou”. 

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Tsukishima! He’s pretty sneaky about it so whenever Kuroo’s distracted, he pays the bill first.

Who steals the covers at night?: Neither! Kuroo sort of kicks the covers off because he overheats so in the end, the covers sort of end up on the floor.

What would they get each other for gifts?: Kuroo would get something sort of romantic or cute (flowers, plushies?) while Tsukishima would get something practical (volleyball gear or maybe something he knew Kuroo needed)!

Who remembers things?: Tsukishima! Kuroo can be a tiny bit airheaded but really does his best to remember things, especially if they are very important.

Who cusses more?: Kuroo! Sometimes he just lets out a string of curse words...

What would they do if the other one was hurt?: Kuroo would really get angry, unbelievably so, at whoever hurt Tsukki.  Tsukishima would quietly be there for Kuroo and let him cry it out.

Who kissed who first?: Tsukishima kissed Kuroo first! It was a cute, short peck!

Who made the first move/Who started the relationship?: Kuroo asked Tsukki out after practice in the Third Gym! Bokuto and Akaashi were there to congratulate them! 

Who cooks normally?: Both of them take turns! Neither of them are particularly terrible cooks so usually things turn out alright!

How often do they fight?: Honestly, fights are a rarity. Instead of letting emotions flare, both are levelheaded enough to work through the problem calmly. 

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Text! They usually just chat about their day, how they’re feeling, etc.

Nicknames for each other?: Kiyoko usually says “Yachi” or sometimes in private, “Yacchan”! Once Yachi gets past “Shimizu-senpai”, she’d call her “Kiyoko”! 

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Yachi! She is just so insistent that sometimes, Kiyoko can’t refuse. 

Who steals the covers at night?: Yachi! She tends to roll herself in a burrito and just snore away!

What would they get each other for gifts?: Kiyoko would give Yachi something small but sentimentally significant (bracelet, necklace?). Yachi would give her something handmade, cute and practical (scarf, hat?) ! 

Who remembers things?: Both do! Yachi is often frightened that she’ll forget so she sets 100 reminders on her phone. Kiyoko always marks important things down on her calendar and planner.

Who cusses more?: Kiyoko! She sort of mutters curses under her breath but Yachi is always caught off guard!

What would they do if the other one was hurt?: Kiyoko would be there to silently hold her and listen to Yachi’s venting. Yachi would feel all the pain and cry along with her.

Who kissed who first?/  Who made the first move?: Kiyoko kissed Yachi first! It was at the end of their first date as they were saying their goodbyes. Kiyoko pulled her into a quick kiss and scurried away!

Who started the relationship?: Yachi! She did the classic “put a letter in the shoebox and confess to them on the rooftop!”.