A group of friends get caught in a storm and end up having to swim. Another group of friends decide to help them find land but when they do the others wonder why they never leave the water when they visit them. Haikyu does not belong to me. The cover does not belong to me.
"No... Akaashi, don't. Stop. You're drunk..." "So it's you..." "Akaashi... Please, I don't.. I don't want you to..." "Don't worry, I want this." "I know... I hope. But I want to remember this..." "Why...? I'm just your a guy you know for few weeks. If you let me... this can be just a drunk one night stand...." "No. I...
iwaizumi got himself a cheery, fun, light-hearted and charming new neighbor, oikawa tooru. and he just turned out to be the right companion iwaizumi hajime needed.
oikawa doesn't understand his emotions, just like iwaizumi doesn't understand the god-damn frustrating app. somehow, it's a perfect combination. » completed
|| DISCONTINUED, i'm sorry my lovelies:( || eight boys live in two dorms, four in each. what happens when they all cross paths and decide to become friends... or more? bokuaka, kuroken, iwaoi, and daisuga story (with some hints of other family favorites like kagehina and ushiten ofc) ~ none of these characters are min...
oikawa is a celebrity famous for his appearance and natural charm. iwaizumi works at a café and avoids getting involved in social media as he finds it unnecessary. - characters in the story belong to the creators of haikyuu. - cover by @voluntary_victim <3
April 24 was the day Oikawa Tooru became silent. He just suddenly stop speaking, no voice to be heard from a usually optimistic person. April 24, the same day Iwaizumi Hajime disappeared. What happened that day was hell for all. -------------------- "Sad boy," "Why you look so sad, boy?" "Used to be so glad, boy" "W...
ask your favorite (!!!) setter questions! (=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ » completed » continued: ask oikawa 2, ask oikawa 3
His eyes. They caught Akaashi off guard. He couldn't help but stare into them. They were golden. He could feel his heart beat faster as his fingers twitched, desperate for a pencil, a pen, anything. He wanted to put those eyes on a canvas, to prove that they were real, not a figment of his imagination. They scared...
