(L/N) (F/N) is the new girl at Abajosia. Cheerful and carefree, but takes ZERO SHIT. She hates people who spread rumors or talk behing others back's. If she has something bad to say to someone she'll say to their face. But still, she's nice girl overall who like chicken, chocolate and dogs. When she meets Kyoutani she breaks past his walls quickly. They become good friends but maybe more? A/N: I LOVE KYOUTANI! Like not gonna lie, I would die for him. (ok that was a lie I like my life) It might be ooc for some parts but whoops. I DON'T OWN HAIKYUU OR THE CHARACTERS! JUST THE PLOT! I ALSO DON'T OWN YOU! YOU OWN YOU! Credit to the artist for the cover!

A diary about all the times I've attempted to get Oikawa Tooru to come to Shiratorizawa.

A book about bokuto x reader ;)

I can't make a good story so I'll just make one-shots of rare pairs from haikyuu requests are open, preferably through PM ‼️‼️ Mature content ‼️‼️

Just a bunch of haikyuu memes

After the end of Hazels engagement and the fear of the unknown, she moves back to her hometown for a new start and to heal her wounds. She's reunited with her four friends, Jayden Flores, Robin McKinley, Joey Osbourne, and Charlie Tomkinson, after eight years of silence. The question is, will they be able to teach her to love again, or will her past just be the death of her? Excerpt from Chapter One: "Their faces were a blur to me now, nothing but pixelated colors on shapeless figures meant to be teenage bodies. The memories of how they looked slowly inched its way out of my vision, first taking away the shape of their noses and fullness of pink lips, then moving to the exact color of their large eyes and type of freckles or birthmarks that appeared on their skin. Their voices followed, I could no longer remember if the sound that fell from their tongue had a throaty rasp to it or a deep twang of an accent. That's what happens when you lose contact with people for eight long years, no letters with colorful attached photographs or hour-long phone calls to jog your memory of the people you used to call your family. Nothing to go off of except for your mind that plays painful tricks on your emotions and views of the past you used to live."