#igariharu

bokuto gifts you a gigantic plushie from the arcade. he had dragged akaashi to the nearest mall and tried his hardest the whole afternoon to win your favorite stuffed character from a stubborn claw machine. it's so big that everyone in the hallway ogles him as he proudly carries it to the gym. however, the beaming grin that appears on his face after he receives your sweet reaction rivals the plushie's already ginormous size.

kuroo gifts you matching gachapon rings. it's a little corny, and kenma prods at him by saying that it might even be a little possessive. but he argues and defends himself, saying that he spent all his 100 yen coins to get the matching set. in reality, he had been stuck on deciding on your gift all week, and the rings had been a last resort. he acts all cool when you both slip them on, but he almost melts into a puddle when you give him a fist bump, the matching heads of pukka and garu meeting in a kiss.

daichi gifts you a classic chocolate box. at first, he was afraid of appearing too forward, especially to one of his closest friends. but after a little pushing and prodding from suga and asahi, he finds it in himself to approach you after practice and gift you the heart-shaped box. he's a little more bashful than his usual, firm self, but you accept it anyways—loving how karasuno's strongest captain somehow grows weak in the knees at the sight of you.

kita gifts you a handmade bento. he knows all your favorite food by heart, as well as your tells. every detail is meticulously planned and executed, down to the hello kitty-shaped rice's ham ribbon and the sesame seed eyes of the mini octopus sausages. the miya twins and suna camp out behind the gym just to see him give it to you—though he couldn't care less. let it be known to all of inarizaki that their captain's eyes were set on one heart and one heart only!

ushijima gifts you a colorful package of vitamin supplements. it's for your health, he says. good for rainy days, he adds. in reality, it's cause he can't stand seeing you sick. without you to rely on for your trusty notes and quiet reassurance, how else could he excel on the court? at least, that's what he tells himself. meanwhile, his stoic affection for you is as clear as day to the rest of the shiratorizawa roster.

oikawa gifts you the cutest plush keychain. he took iwaizumi with him downtown and spent hours choosing between different variations and outfits of your favorite character. iwaizumi swears they spent an entire day in that store, but oikawa shuts him up to hand you the precious gift. he's all confident about it, but deep down, he's anxious and fears he might just die if he doesn't see it hanging from your backpack tomorrow morning.

— happy (early) valentines day! 💌 i've been writing a lot more recently, yay me! also i think it's worth noting that karasuno's manager in this hc is NOT kiyoko... i am tanakiyo's #1 fan

for someone with such a rough tone, olruggio can be a sweet talker when drunk, constantly complimenting your eyes and your pretty smile whenever he's under the influence. qifrey once walked in on him twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers with the most lovestruck grin on his face—olruggio couldn't face him the next day when he came down for breakfast.

olruggio's hands are thick and strong from years spent tinkering with metals and new inventions. his fingers are usually adorned with an assortment of rings, the cold metal contrasting with his warm palms every time he laces his hands with yours.

olruggio is a living, walking heater. true to his specialty, it's as if heat never ceases to emanate from his body, making him the perfect human heating pad to cling onto.

this man has a snoring habit. not the obnoxiously loud kind, but the type that would have you waking up every now and then. fortunately, he makes up for it with his irresistible body heat.

his love language is gift-giving—he often fashions matching jewelry for you as a pasttime, whether it be rings that fit like puzzle pieces or necklaces with twin crystal halves. when stressed, he tends to rub his half of the piece, his thumb resting on the grooves that speak of his love for you.

the simple act of sleeping with you never fails to leave him at peace—all worries of unfinished commissions and nagging patrons seem to vanish whenever he tucks your head into his chest, the rhythmic sound of your breathing a sweet lullaby that whisks him off to dreamland.

he never stops reminding you to eat well, to get enough sleep, and to stretch every once in a while—even though he can barely do the same for himself. drag him along so he won't fall asleep at his worktable, will you?

— nervously clicks the post button... hello wha fandom... i know this deviates from my usual haikyuu posts but a friend finally got me into it, and boy did i fall in love with shirahama's work. also, i can't stop thinking of olly's yokshire accent. i noticed that there's been a shortage of fics for him on tumblr so here is my humble contribution!

"that a new set of earrings?"

your back turns at the sound of your boyfriend's smooth voice reverbrating from the bed. you smile as you draw near, watching how the lamplight bathes hajime's adoration for you in a pretty orange glow.

"mm," you nod as you sink into the edge of the mattress, tilting your head so he can catch a glimpse of the pearly studs. "picked it up while you were away."

hajime reaches out to trace the line of your jaw, keeping your face angled to the right.

"they're pretty," he agrees, his voice a warm rasp.

"will you be around to see me wear them more often?" you whisper, exhaling softly as he runs his hand down your bare back.

hajime hums, playing with the silky straps of your backless party dress. "that depends. do they come with this dress?"

you chuckle. "you like the dress too?"

"i'll adore anything you wear, darling."

you find yourself shying away under his fond gaze. with hajime's never-ending schedule of overseas training camps and international tournaments, precious moments like these have been few and far between.

while your boyfriend sits there and trails his hands down your waist, somehow managing to look the softest in his tough exterior, you start to regret rsvp'ing for your friend's year-end party.

"well? will you be around to see me wear these more often?" you prompt, tearing hajime's gaze away from your slender hips.

"what the lady wants, the lady gets," he responds teasingly, his hands moving to cup your cheeks.

you close your eyes, anticipating his kiss—then your ringtone cuts in, rudely interrupting the moment.

your hands find your phone as hajime begins to absentmindedly press kisses down your neck, and you barely manage to conceal your sighs as your friend informs you that the party's just begun.

some part of you signals your eyes to dart to your heels waiting by the doorframe. though with hajime's longing gaze and wandering hands, you can already tell that you won't be attending the party for a long, long while.

kageyama tobio didn’t love loudly. at least, not with his words—but in your possessions he’d carry on the daily. 

at first, his teammates just assumed that he had been leaving and picking up random items in his apartment. but they’d start to notice strange habits—from the dainty hairties that adorned his slender wrists every other practice, the cherry lipbalm that fell from his pocket in the locker room, and the flowery hair claw that sat on his backpack strap during a match. by the end of the training season, none of the adlers bothered to pester tobio about whether or not he had bagged a girlfriend already. 

no pretty face on his home screen, no public post on his socials, no name mentioned in any interview. they just knew—after all, never in a million years would the schweiden adlers have guessed that kageyama tobio owned a set of hello kitty scrunchies. 

it was the opposite for you, of course. much to his dismay, you snagged his hoodies and stole his cap every chance you got, flaunting the fact that you had an athlete boyfriend on your arm to all your friends who’d spare a second glance. while you respected tobio’s want for privacy, your chosen expression of love greatly contrasted with his. 

it wasn’t that he didn’t find it endearing, no. it was just that whenever he’d see his old varsity shirt hanging off your smaller frame or catch the smell of his body wash clinging to your neck, a warm, prickling feeling would bare its fangs and take over his whole being. 

the sensation made him uncomfortable, vulnerable even—just like how your sweet smiles and big gestures never failed to tug at his poor, inexperienced heart. everything about you felt new and scary, like a path on an adventure he’d choose to endure on every replay. 

so imagine tobio’s surprise when you turned up at his all-star match wearing his signature no. 20 jersey.

the match had been on timeout, and his eyes had wandered up to the jumbotron where the announcers were playing games with the crowd. the moment his brain registered your familiar figure clad in his white jersey, his entire face lit on fire. 

tobio takes a staggering seat on the bench, scrambling to pull a towel over his face to hide his reaction from his teammates. how the hell did you manage to get your hands on that?!

poor baby tries to collect himself the best he can before going up to the service line, where his clumsy and overeager hands send his jump serve hurtling past the court and into the shrieking crowd.

he painstakingly waits for the match to be over, for once in his life not caring that the other team’s setter had gotten more points than him. he finds you exiting your section (which was miraculously empty) and pulls you aside with an iron grip. 

“tobio, hi-!” 

“you—how—why are you wearing my jersey?” he splutters out, his cheeks and adorable expression painted tomato red.

you try your hardest to bite back a laugh as you take in his flustered appearance, and summon your most innocent voice— “oh, this? it was just lying around at home. with the amount of fangirls wearing copies, i figured it’d be nice to wear the real one.”

tobio drops your hand, his eyebrows furrowing in various directions as his lips struggled to form a coherent reply. the microfiber material of the shirt almost swallowed you up, hiding all the soft curves he’d so casually had his hands on the other day.

“you—you suprised me. by wearing it,” he finally forces out, pulling his gaze away from your waist.

“you wear my hairties all the time,” you reply innocently.

“but that’s—that’s different!”

“tobio, do you not like seeing me in your clothes?” the most adorable pout makes its way to your pretty face, skyrocketing your boyfriend's already airborne pulse. 

“you little…! you’re—you’re evil,” he manages, an almost constipated look on his features. he grabs your hand again, dragging you out the stadium. 

“i’m getting you out of here before the press finds us. and i’m in charge of the laundry from now on!”

“babe. babe, you gotta stop fussing over me—” 

tetsurou puts his hands up in defeat as your fingers smooth over yet another invisible wrinkle on his otherwise immaculate dress shirt. 

you step back, putting one hand on your hip and the other on your chin as you give your boyfriend another one over. today is his first official job interview at the japanese volleyball association, and you wanted to make sure that he looked his absolute best for his dream job. 

his rowdy hair would never fall flat—that was a universal fact you had accepted since high school. his face, albeit mildly annoyed, was smooth and relaxed, free of the worry that occupied yours. 

your eyes fall back down to his blue dress shirt. red tie—check. collar tucked—check. cuffs buttoned—

you swiftly make for his arm before he evades you, his arms swooping down to wrap around your waist and hoist you up. 

“what the hell— tetsurou!” 

you shriek, pounding helplessly at his back with your fists as he carried you over to his desk, promptly plopping you onto his chair. 

“sweetheart, i am eternally grateful for all that you do for me, but at this point the only wrinkles you’ll be seeing are the ones between your eyebrows.” 

tetsurou has his hands on his hips, his tone a touch exasperated as he looks over you sternly.

“but—”

“i know that you’re worried about my interview, but do you really have such little faith in me?” he interrupts you with a smug grin. “i’m hurt.” 

with that handsome face, you can’t help but give in to your boyfriend’s argument. you averted your gaze, biting your cheek. 

“so, thank you for the breakfast and the reminders and the fussing, but if you keep me here any longer, i’m afraid that the national team will have to miss out on an awesome promoter,” tetsurou says, puffing out his chest slightly. 

you sigh, shoulders sagging slightly. 

“you’re right,” you tell him guiltily. “i know you’ll do great, i just—” 

“can’t help but worry?” he asks, bending over to press a kiss to your cheek. “i know. it’s cute.” 

you frown, hating how your cheeks warmed at his comment so easily. tetsurou flashes you a cheeky grin, moving away to pick up his jacket. 

“besides, i’m pretty sure that having a gorgeous girlfriend already warrants for some sort of achievement,” he adds matter-of-factly. 

you stand up, following him out to the hallway where he slips on his shoes. “yeah, yeah…” 

“aaand now she hates me. ‘how do you put up with this girl?’” tetsurou takes on a mock business-y tone, pouting sardonically as he looks back at you. “sir, i’m afraid she’s a witch. she’s enchanted me beyond belief!” 

he chuckles as you fume audibly, walking over to pull you into his arms. 

then, he says with the most lovestruck look in his amber eyes, “bye, sweetheart. i’ll see you later, yeah?” 

you nod slowly, letting him gently peck your lips. the kiss is slow and sweet, and he smells like musky vanilla and tastes of the salt from your miso soup. 

he pulls away, allowing you one last brush over his suit jacket. 

tetsurou then enthusiastically exits your apartment, waving at you before he shuts the door. 

“love ya!” 

𐔌 . iwaizumi, kita, sugawara, tsukishima, & kuroo x gn!reader — fluff ₊ ꒱

— in which hearts beat and intertwine between crisp pages and chalk dust. originally posted on the clock app / inspired by ann liang's many rivals to lovers books :)

IWAIZUMI HAJIME ⋆｡˚

you dream of someday outrunning the iwaizumi hajime, your longtime rival on the track team, with whom you've been competing for podiums and gold medals for as long as you can remember. with the sports festival coming up, you've been hyperfocused on perfecting your laps and reaching the track finals; even hajime calls you out for how hard you've been pushing yourself. despite all his warnings, your body shuts down before you're called to run the final race. just as you're about to swallow your stubborn pride as your couch assigns hajime as your replacement, he pulls you aside and hands you a water bottle. you can’t miss the tender look in his eyes when he says, “don’t pass out on me now. i’m getting you that medal.” when hajime crosses the finish line as winner, he runs to hang the medal over your neck. as his calloused fingers brush over your neck and his mouth quirks to form a grin, you realize that this too, is victory.

𐔌 . kageyama tobio x gn!reader — fluff ₊ ꒱ — you're feeling under the weather, and your boyfriend, whilst away, still manages to prove that he is an acts of service king. inspired by this tweet

it’s early in the morning when the sunlight peeks through the blinds and pierces through your headache like a knife slicing through butter.

you feel around for your phone, only to find the empty expanse of the bed beside you.

you’re alone, you realize, but the familiar sound of feet shuffling and squeaky shoes being shoved on far away into the hall tells you that tobio’s just about to leave for his morning run.