✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡ ᗩs known, our bundle of sunshine Hinata gets a bit nervous before every match. Okay- very nervous. Major anxiety. But there's been a new change in Hinata's pre-match rituals; Hinata finds a moment now to grab Kageyama's clothing. After that signal, they move to a private location and they... Hug. This weird 'ritual' of theirs started about five months ago, around the time of the interhigh prelims. Hinata has began to loose his nerve before games, and the only way to calm him down is... ...to hear a heartbeat. Odd, perhaps. But there's something soothing about the rhythmic thumping, and wanting Hinata to be his best, Kageyama provides this comfort. But will feelings sprout from these intimate interactions? ✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡✧*｡ !ᑎOTIᑕE! This comic series does NOT belong to me, nor the characters! But I found this comic on Pinterest, and being in love with it I decided to post it here! Like I've seen many other people do. !ᗩᑎOTᕼEᖇ ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎG! This comic does contain some mature parts, but nothing /actually/ happens! I promise!

Sugawara Koshi has come down with a fever and is stuck in bed. There's only one thing he wants, and Daichi is the only person who can give it to him. ||I don't own Haikyuu- this is purely a fanfiction. All rights go to Haruichi Furudate||

"Why does my heart race when I see you?"

Hinata and Kageyama arrive at the gym early today, so what should they do? Kageyama has an idea, and along with it, he's going to try to get Hinata to call him by his first name. Pure fluff! Warning: Boy x Boy Yaoi! Don't like, please don't read ♡ Enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu!!, any of the characters, or this ship. They all belong to their respectful and rightful owner. I make no profit from writing this.

One shot about volleyball dorks being gay. ??

jeal·ous·y noun: jealousy; plural noun: jealousies the state or feeling of being jealous. Suga felt sick. Sick to his stomach. Not because Daichi was kissing another man, but because Daichi was kissing another man that wasn't him.

"You know what Potter... I think I'll take that offer," Draco began, walking closer towards me, backing me against the wall. "Wait, really?" I looked at him suspiciously. This was the boy who had hated me ever since I declined his handshake when we were 11... and now he was agreeing to help me. Something was up. "Yes Potter. Really. You said you'd do anything and anything means everything doesn't it?" I wanted to interrupt him there, I didn't mean everything, I opened my mouth to disagree but he carried on talking, not giving me a chance to answer. " I can use it to my advantage in the future. Who knows when I'll need it?" A smirk appeared on his lips as he eyed me up and down. I felt naked under his glance as I looked at anywhere except his face. Regret filled me once again. Maybe this wasn't the best plan, maybe I could back out now, and maybe I could just- My thoughts went blank as I felt a pair of soft lips collide with mine. Harry Potter could be considered good at everything.... except kissing. When he finds himself crushing on Ginny, who better to teach him the arts of kissing than the Draco Malfoy? Highest rankings : #1 in #Harry-Potter #16 in #drarry #1 in #youth #2 in #lgbt

"Hey Kenma, what're you writing?" "...it's nothing..." Kenma's a poet, one whose afraid to share his talent with the world, and unrequited love starts to take its toll. Trigger warning ⚠️: Suicide, Suicidal thoughts, angst Started : 4/24/20 Ended : 5/4/20 Edit : I stopped counting reads, but like WTH?!? I love all of you and thank you all so much! Highest ranks : 8 in Kuroken 10 in kenmakozume 6 in angst with a happy ending