Tanaka: I loved him before I even saw his face, okay? All it took was that first “IT TURNS ME ON WHEN SHE IGNORES ME” and I was like yep, okay, there’s my fave. And he only gets better as time goes on. He looks tough but he’s the biggest cinnamon roll, and such a good senpai. He works so hard and is so supportive of his teammates. He really is the mental MVP of Karasuno, and he deserves all the love, okay?
Oikawa: I knew from the get go that I had really strong feelings about Oikawa. I just couldn’t decide if those feelings were love or hate. I mean, let’s be honest, he can be a bit of a butthole sometimes. Or maybe a lot of times. It wasn’t until I reached the end of season 2 and his ‘worthless pride’ speech to Ushijima that I knew for sure I loved him. His arc is so heartbreaking and relatable, and the end of that second match against Seijoh gets me every time. He’s also a massive dork, despite how much he tries to act cool. I just want to hug him and tell him he’s enough, because he’s too hard on himself :’)
Tendou: I have no fucking clue, y’all. Tendou wigged me right out when I started season 3. He was just unsettling. And then at some point, a switch flipped and now I absolutely adore him and think he’s precious. I don’t remember how that transition happened at all. I didn’t love him, and then… I just did. At any rate, he’s here to stay now. He may like to act provocative and scary, but Tendou is honestly so good. His interactions with all his teammates are adorable, and the flashbacks to baby Tendou give me so many feelings. I’m extremely protective of him now.
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Suga: I always thought Suga was pretty since the end of episode one. And then there was that part where him and Hinata were practicing in the school courtyard….I was a goner. His soft grey hair blowing in the wind like a Shoujo Manga Prince. The advice he gave to Hinata was super supportive and insightful. I used to have a senpai like that at one of my old jobs and I had a massive crush on her so Suga reminded me a little bit of her. Now I’m like his soccer mom and I yell everytime he doesn’t get any playtime. LET HIM PLAY MORE!
Iwaizumi: It was actually Admin Emma that helped me realize my love for Hajime! Like most people I completely overlooked him for Oikawa, but I think it was during the Dateko game that I fell in love with him. He just looked so cool and the blue jersey really brings out his eyes. But I also like his tough love attitude. Sometimes you just need that friend that’s honest because they care. And he would make a good husband.
TWO OF MY HUSBANDS LOVE TOFU! It’s because they’re soft and good for you and your soul.
Bokuto: He doesn’t love tofu, but he’s still a good husband. I have a huge voice crush on Kimura Ryohei so I was super excited when I found out he was playing Bokuto. He did not disappoint! Honestly he’s so funny and adorable and every scene with him is a delight. He reminds me of Andy Dwyer from Parks and Rec. Just a big lovable goofball who tries his best everyday and loves his friends. Husband or not, he would be a great guy to just chill with. And every once in awhile, I’ll run into fanart where the artist drew him with his hair down and I’m like f u c k. Now to shamelessly plug the fic I wrote for him over at my other writing blog.
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Asahi: From the very first moment he appeared on screen… just… look at that face! The second this giant nannerpuss showed his stupid, beautiful face I was hooked, but then the actual Ace Revival arc took place and I was just… infatuated. I knew he was perfect and that you couldn’t change my mind. I love him because he has had such a good arc (and if they ever get around to animating some of the current chapters holy shit) and he’s just this big, soft boy with a big heart and a competitive streak a mile wide. Seriously, I could write a doctoral dissertation on my love of Asahi, don’t test me.
Daichi: Honestly, this is gonna sound weird, but I always thought Daichi was cute but he didn’t get elevated to Husband status until Dead-chi in the Wakunan match. IDK why (maybe it’s because I’m a slut for Hurt/Comfort) but after that on my second rewatch (third?) I began to realize how perfect he was. And now I have a big old monster crush on Crow Dad. I love him because he’s just this middle-aged salary man trapped in a 17-year-old’s body… but then he reminds us all that he in fact a 17-year-old boy when he loves big boobs and is the second biggest eater in the cast. Plus like… have you seen him? He hot.
Ushijima: I have no fucking clue how this happened? But it happened before Season 3, I know that for sure. One day, I was totally ambivalent on this character, the next, I love him. I think it might have been one of my own AUs, to be honest. But that love has sustained itself, because this boy is so beautiful, so driven, so sweet… and then to top it all off, he’s fucking hilarious? Like, he reads the ads in manga and he doesn’t watch TV but will listen to Tendou talk about it all day, and he was such a cute little kiddo. Also, he fascinates me as a character, and he’s super fun to write. Also also, I have a massive crush on Ryouta Takeuchi (his voice actor). To be honest, Ushi is kind of off brand for me, but I just… love him so much. I want to protect the cow man.
So when I first started this blog, I didn’t think to consider that I would eventually fall into interest with other anime.
Naive right?
I mean, I knew I liked other shows, but Haikyuu and KNB had me so fully enamored I was in the honeymoon phase of believing I could stay hyped and focused solely on those shows and characters.
Turns out, not so much.
All this is to say, I have opened a personal blog that is for reblogging, liking, posting and chatting about all anime I love, including Haikyuu and KNB.
There’s a lot of new (and old) stuff I’m finding and enjoying and instead of bringing it here where many of you probably followed because of the two aforementioned animes, I thought it would be good to start fresh.
So, if you want to follow me there so we can scream about mutual love for animes beyond these, I’d love to see you!
Hitoka could only bow down politely, feeling a bit solemn and a tad irritated. The first time it happened she was so nervous and embarrassed, shocked in fact.
But after ten times the novelty of it wore off and now she can fully understand her beloved Kiyoko-senpai and how she handled everything with out a bat of an eye lash.
She was too used to it for her own good she realized.
“I’m sorry,” she said coolly, a bit of edge in her voice as her classmate looked her confidently in the eye, “I can’t go out with you.”
His jaw dropped as he watched Hitoka walk calmly away, not giving him a reason for her answer because in reality she didn’t have to. Also she had to get the Volleyball team some towels and she was in a rush.
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Kagami Taiga
You weren’t
sure what you expected to happen in the aftermath. Maybe for everything to work itself out. Maybe for the man you loved to realize how
you felt about him. Maybe for you not to
be sitting home alone on a Friday night just like you’d been doing for months
and months.
Maybe for said
man to realize you didn’t sleep with just anyone and that it was special.
But
apparently it wasn’t special, not to him, because since that night, you’d seen
him three times and every time he treated you exactly like he did before: just
like he treated all his friends, with laughing comradery that was completely
devoid of any romantic attachment. He
said nothing of that night, didn’t even acknowledge it happening.
Okay, so
you’d both been a little bit drunk, but not enough to forget. You should have realized
something was wrong when you woke up alone in bed, the only trace of him being
there was a faint warmth on the pillow and the toilet seat in your bathroom
being up. He wasn’t the type to just run
away – he usually met things head on, like the tiger he was named after. But there was no doubt in your mind that this
time he’s sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him.
Well, you’d
given him the chance to come to you on his own terms, and he’d failed you
miserably. You weren’t sure what his
problem was, but you didn’t think it wasn’t because he didn’t have feelings for
you. You remembered the words whimpered
in your ear that night, which made his attitude following that much worse.
Temper
fraying as hurt expanded, you cornered him in the hallway that led to the
bathrooms at the bar you were at with the bigger group. He wasn’t escaping or avoiding this time, you refused. “Kagami.” You stated, forcing his back
against the wall and narrowing her eyes.
“We have to talk.”
His heavy
brow furrowed and he looked distinctly uncomfortable. “A-And we have do that here?”
“Yes, here,
because if you had your way, we wouldn’t talk at all.” You snapped, furious. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen,
cause guess what? It did!” When he
opened his mouth, you just knew something that would make you even angrier was
going to come out, so you cut him off.
“Lord help you, Kagami Taiga, if you as what it is.”
Everything
about him deflated and he looked so profoundly uncomfortable that it made your
insides clench. Could it be
possible? Had you misread him so
badly? You thought your feelings were
shared, but maybe he’d just said those things in the heat of the moment. Maybe he hadn’t meant any of them.
“What’s
there to talk about?” He muttered, unable to look at you. “It happened… I thought we were just not going
to mention it… ever.”
It was kind
of like being stabbed in the heart, hearing those words fall from his
lips. You reminded yourself to breathe,
that crying wasn’t a rational response to this.
“And… why would you think that?”
His face
twisted even more, but you thought you saw something very akin to despair move
through his eyes, like it was painful to speak.
“Cause… isn’t that what people do when they get drunk and sleep with
their friend?” He swallowed
heavily. “To stay friends… you pretend
it didn’t happen?”
You took a
deep breath. “And that’s… what you
want? How you feel? You want to forget
about it?”
Kagami’s
mouth open and closed like a gaping fish.
His eyes shifted to and fro like he was afraid to meet your gaze though
you didn’t know why. For someone who
wanted to forget it ever happened, he wasn’t doing a good job of convincing you
that was how he felt. He sounded
hesitant to you. He was not a man that
was good at hiding what he felt.
“I… don’t
know…” Kagami stammered, going red in the face.
That’s when
it hit you – he wasn’t a man that was good at hiding what he felt, but he was
also not a man that was particularly good with words. You were going to have to be the one that
reached out, because he was probably afraid.
It was weird to think about, because Kagami Taiga wasn’t exactly known
for fear, but he was kind of shy
right?
Deciding
that words weren’t going to change anything or make him understand, you decided actions would mean more to him. They always did. Grabbing him by the front of the shirt, you
yanked him down to your level and took over his lips with yours. You were merciless in your kiss, not giving
him a moment to breath or even react before you made it more solid. You slowed down after that, giving him a
chance to escape if that’s what he wanted, just brushing the tip of your tongue
along the bottom of his lip to give him an idea of what you wanted.
He seemed to
flounder for a few seconds, just long enough to give you second thoughts. Just as you were thinking about pulling away
and going to drown yourself, he reacted with the force of a hurricane. He dragged you against him completely and
took control of the kiss, clutching you for dear life. He deepened the kiss of his own accord,
dueling you, though truthfully, you didn’t put up much of a fight. You were just left hanging on.
“Damn it,”
he swore, tearing his lips from yours.
His arms were so tight around you that there was barely room to
breathe. “Of course I don’t fucking mean
it.”
Your cheek
touched his chest and you could hear how fast his heart was beating. “T-Taiga-”
“I love
you!” He whispered fiercely. “I’ve
always…. Always loved you. I thought you
didn’t… I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.”
Smiling, you
tipped your head back and squeezed him.
“That doesn’t matter now. As long
as you keep kissing me and you take me home now.”
Kagami made
a sound like a dying man and kissed you once more, pushing you back. “Gladly.”
Yachi’s heard wondrous tales of inspiration; falling leaves creating an inferno of colors, the innocence in a baby’s smile, the monochrome shades of a dull, rainy morning. She’s heard of grand love stories inspiring poetry and loss inspiring those priceless paintings in museums that sometimes were too precious to even look at.
Yachi’s inspiration strikes in a much different way.
It comes in a flash on a typical evening, with Yamaguchi slurping tasteless cup ramen in her living room, eyes glued to the TV, while she fiddles with her camera. Water dribbles down his chin, though he catches it with the back of his hand — and that’s when Yachi notices.
“You have,” she notes, “freckles on your wrist.”
For Yamaguchi it’s nothing more than a passing glance. Freckles are old news; he’s still discovering new ones on his body every now and then even.
But Yachi is compelled, in a sudden way, to turn his hand over in hers and snap a picture of the cluster of faint, delicate marks on the inside of his wrist.
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