I’ve been really into the concept of past lives recently, and I thought it would be really fun to post my take on the Haikyuu pairs, and past lives/historical au’s. So here is some steamy, self indulgent T R A S H! This is going to be pretty flawed and there is definetly some movie references in here as well as some historical inaccuracies but I did my best. Also there are no happy endings because I thought that might be pretty unrealistic based on treatment of actual gay men in history.
TW: Suicide, Hate Crimes, Gun Violence
Iwaioi is obviously reminiscent of Alexander the Great and his “best bro" Hephastion. Oikawa was the Grand King, destined for greatness from the moment he was born. Iwaizumi was born among corpses and dirt, exiled to Oikawa’s kingdom, a twelfth son, useless. He lived as a lonely peasant, starving, until he joined the king’s guard. He liked to tell himself he trained with Oikawa because he admired Oikawa’s hard earned skill, and he believed that right up until he died at the end of the prodigy, Kageyama’s blade. After intercepting a strike that would’ve inevitably killed the Great King. He falls, looking into Oikawa’s shocked eyes, bright, and full of tears as he cradled Iwa to his chest. Iwaizumi merely sighed, still unable to touch the man he loved, lest he ruin his life by exposing his feelings. He dies to the violent, primal screams of his love, and he becomes distantly aware of a missed opportunity, as Oikawa’s reciprocation of Iwaizumi’s feelings becomes more obvious with each throat tearing wail. It’s clear that he will die without Iwaizumi, but everyone already knew that.
Daisuga has just graduated in the summer of 1967, and they’ve been stealing moments with each other from the moment Suga transferred to Daichi’s school sophomore year. And Daichi hated himself for it, he was quarterback, and he had the prettiest girl in school. So why was he so smitten with this nerd? This delicate pretty boy made his blood run hot and his heart skip. He was in love, and damn it if Suga hadn’t made it obvious that he felt the same. Daichi had to put a stop to this before someone found out and it ruined his life. Suga heard it from a freshman, the handsome senior, Daichi was going to marry his girlfriend, Michimiya Yui. It made it so much easier to go to Vietnam when he won the draft lottery system. Daichi came to apologize only to find that Suga was gone. Forever. He wrote. Suga ignored it all. Daichi talked with Suga’s mother every weekend hoping to collect any information he could, until the news finally broke, Koushi wasn’t coming back from ‘Nam. Daichi married Michimiya with an empty heart and dead eyes, the fact that they found Suga’s corpse clutching one of Daichi’s letters replaying in his mind as Michimiya read her vows. They had three kids, Daichi killed himself on what would’ve been Suga’s fifty first birthday.
Kuroken has been side by side for years, Kenma serving as prohibition criminal Kuroo’s right hand man. Kuroo has never shown interest in a woman, the rest of the gang doesn’t say a word though their suspicious glances between him and Kenma speak volumes. And they’re absolutely right, Kenma is everything short of a mob wife. All pretty hair and violent tendencies, Kenma values no one’s life, not even his own, but he can’t help but value Kuroo in a such a loving way. They die together, when everything falls apart and the feds are chasing them, bullets shatter the car, ripping everything but their hands apart. Those will stay intertwined forever.
Ushijima was okay with his job, he lived such a sparse simple life, and it was enough for him, the life of a holy man. Until he saw Satori, a young man no older than him, residing in a dark hole of the desolate mental facility he was blessing. The sisters merely dismissed him when he inquired as to why the man was in there in the first place. So he took upon himself to talk to the boy and get to the bottom of this. He didn’t mean to fall in love with the beautiful, unhinged and unholy Tendo. He didn’t mean to commit the ultimate sin, to forsake his faith, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret feeling what he felt for Tendo. The only thing he actually regretted was never protecting Satori the way he wanted to. Never scooping his love in his arms and running away from that foul life. The tears that caught in his throat when he came to Tendo only to find him bald, scarred, and permanently empty, shook him to his core. They dug in his brain and ripped out everything dear to Ushijima, they tore a part that beautiful mind all because they couldn’t understand it. Ushijima swallowed his tears, and mustered his courage, he was going to save Tendo now, even if it would cost him his soul. His big hands wrapped around Tendo’s throat, and didn’t release until Tendo’s empty eyes went out. He died years later in a prison cell. Maybe he and Tendo could have each other, in the next life.
The village did not like Nishinoya, nor did his family. He for the life of him, could not be modest and quiet like the rest of the puritans. He did not go to church, nor did he read the gospel, he ran about in the woods, tricky and mysterious. The governor’s son, Asahi, can’t help but be entranced, he is a scholar after all. And he only follows Noya into the dark wood for "scholarly” purposes, he definetly wasn’t thrilled when Noya pinned his large body against one of the dark twisty tree trunks deep within the wood. Asahi comes to two very troubling conclusions that night, the village was wrong, Noya was not a witch at all, and Azumane would never be able to keep himself away from Noya not matter the cost. It was over for them the moment they were discovered, Noya wrapped in Asahi’s arms. The villagers convinced themselves that Asahi had been put under a curse by Yuu, despite Asahi’s violent objections, and surprisingly brave declaration of love. Noya smiled softly as they touched the torch to his feet, and as the flames ate the innocent man up, Asahi screamed begging the whole village to burn him instead, Yuu was innocent take him instead. Asahi stayed only long enough to press a gentle kiss to Yuu’s now burnt face, just to show the villagers their love was true and deep, not the by product of some cheap curse. While they were all in shock, he slipped into the dark wood, and never was heard from again.
Hinata considered it an insane stroke of luck when he secured a third class ticket aboard the ship of dreams, the Titanic. He bid his mother and Natsu farewell, hoping to secure a job in the new world, and make enough funds to secure them a passage to America one day. His shipmate is horrible though, all cold blue eyes and pompous attitude, until one night when Kageyama surprisingly offers Hinata a drink. Not wanting to refuse, they obviously get smashed drunk, and with pretty pink cheeks, Kageyama grabs Hinata’s face gently. “ i jus’ think no guy should be so damn beautiful” kageyama whispers sleepily, and maybe it’s the liquor, but Hinata doesn’t hesitate to lean in and initiate a kiss. When Kageyama doesn’t pull away, Hinata crawls into his lap. They fit like puzzle pieces and now Kageyama can’t even imagine wanting to kiss anyone else. They make plans to take the new world on, learning fairly quick that they are stronger together. And then there’s water and panic and Kageyama and Hinata are trying to rush a gate because Jesus, there are kids down there. Just because they are poor doesn’t mean they deserve to die, but unfortunately someone seems to think otherwise, because the gate remains in place. They finally stop when the water is up to their waists, and a sad looking elderly woman tells them they’ve done what they could. Tearful children and somber mothers nod in agreement, and it is unsaid that they would go to their respective beds and try to rest so that they might go in their sleep. They lay together on the top bunk and even as the water slips above their heads and they begin to die, their arms hold tight, and Kageyama mouths one last “I love you” Hinata’s fingers in his hair the last thing he feels.
Bokuto is in love with an heiress across the lake, he’s never met her but is sure she is made for him. Akaashi is in love with a rich man right next to him, but that man sees Akaashi as no more than his lowley servant. Akaashi is in love with Bokuto, maybe that is why he involved himself in that horrible mess. He was always getting involved in horrible messes for Bokuto’s sake. It was the height of Gatsby era glamor, and Bokuto, though he never did really like parties, was always throwing them, insisting Akaashi rather than work the parties, served as his right hand man. Akaashi always knew Bokuto was hoping he would meet his heiress at one of his parties, and if it made Bokuto happy, Akaashi hoped she would show up too, no matter how much it would hurt. And eventually she did, along with her husband, and she broke Bokuto’s heart after a very miserable and short lived affair, for her it was nothing, but Bokuto always fell so hard and fast, he was distraught. Akaashi acted on instinct, pulling Bokuto into his arms no matter what line he was crossing, and smoothing his hair in attempt to sooth the crying man. Things became clear to Bokuto then. His tears ceased as he breathed in Akaashi’s soft scent, wrapping his arm around the beautiful man’s waist. They were in love then, finally on the same page for a blissful few months, until Bokuto’s affair was made public, and he was found beaten to death in an alley. Despite all of his generosity and glamor in the past years, Akaashi and Kuroo were the only guests at Bokuto’s funeral. Akaashi never recovered from the loss, he knew Bokuto wouldn’t have wanted him to do it, but that didn’t stop the smile on his face as he smashed the heiress beneath his tires.
Tsukishima had been protecting Yamaguchi for as long as he could remember, always getting in fights and taking beatings to protect his beautiful best friend. He knew boys weren’t supposed to be pretty, he knew what happened to boys like Yamaguchi in the eighties, but that didn’t ever stop him. Not even when Yamaguchi worked up all his courage and told Tsukki he loved him during their freshman year. Tsukki was angry at Yamaguchi for saying that, because he felt the same and he knew that he had to hide it if he wanted to survive. His controlled slipped for a second when Yamaguchi pressed their lips together gently, Tsukki allowed himself to dream one last time before he yanked himself away. He immediately began hurling slurs and abuse at Yamaguchi, things he knew would send the other boy running. And it did. But soon Kei felt an unexplainable urge to go after him, a sinking feeling that something horrible was gonna happen. Yamaguchi did not cry, he held his chin high, no matter how hard the boys hit him or cut him. He didn’t care if he died but he wasn’t gonna do it staring at his feet like a kicked puppy. Kei found him like that, full of fire and courage as he stared down his abusers. The love he felt made Kei’s legs shake, and he knew he’d do whatever he could to save Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi smiled with too much glee for a dead man as Tsukki forced his way to his side, gripping his hand. There were eight of them, with murder in their eyes, Tsukki knew before he even got to Yamaguchi that they weren’t making it out of this one.
Lev and Yaku find each other in 1700s France, Lev is a soft pretty boy, living a luxurious life in the aristocracy. Until he is thrown to the wolves after the loss of his parents, he is ten when he spends his first night on the street. He is nearly taken by a brothel right away, until he is saved by a particularly feisty thirteen year old street rat, Yaku is half his height but serves as his protector nonetheless. They pass the years protecting each other, growing to love each other, but never daring to hope for more than that. As many people in France were at the time disease riddled and starving, so were Yaku and Lev. Of course Yaku went first, he made it all the way to eighteen before he succumbed to his disease, clutching a crying Lev, comforting him even on his death bed. After that, Lev made the mistake of having hope, he joined the revolution in honor of Yaku. He just wanted to make the world a better place, a place where Yaku could’ve survived. He died bleeding from a soldier’s bullet on a barricade, but he was warm, all he saw was Yaku, holding him, carrying him into their next life.
Yahaba always talks and Kyoutani might be always listening, but it’s hard to tell. Until Kyoutani murders his whole family in 1978. He shows up at the gas station him and Yahaba always have their one sided coversations at to find Yahaba working the counter like he always is. He ignores Yahaba’s greeting and begins frantically explaing his situation and motive, all while Yahaba looks on in shock, this is the first time Kyoutani has ever spoken to him. When he asks why Kyoutani is telling him all this, he simply sighs dismissively and says “you’re my bestfriend”, and that’s enough for Yahaba. Clearly he’s crazy, a cute boy he’s never spoken with is in the back of his car and they’re leaving the country. All because Kyoutani actually was listening and not only that, he viewed Yahaba as the most important person in his life. They had been in love from the first one sided conversation they had, and that was becoming clear now. They get caught, sent to different facilities, Kyoutani gets life, Yahaba gets a lighter sentence for being an accomplice. Though they never see each other again, Yahaba always writes letters, and for once, Kyoutani writes back. They spend their lives finally having a two sided conversation, their love never even flickers, and for them, that’s enough.
So I found this absolute banger in my YouTube recommendations, “ as the world caves in” by Matt Maltese, and since this is my life for now, I thought it would be kinda cool to write some angsty Nuclear Apocalypse!Haikyu headcanons for the ships. So this time I present fresh, spicy, radioactive trash.
Imagine they’re just in school, all of the boys are just going about their days when the notification hits, this life will mean nothing in about eight minutes.
Daichi and Suga
Daichi is the one who cries surprisingly. Panicked, hot tears as he looks frantically through the crowded halls, when they find each other, Suga merely gives him a watery smile, the acceptance in his eyes making Daichi sob harder. They go to the club room, because they know they won’t have time to make it home, and there they lay, wrapped around each other, as Suga traces patterns on Daichi’s back
Asahi and Noya
Noya’s first thought is actually of Asahi, he’s up and out of his seat before anyone else even thinks to move, he finds Asahi in the closet where they fought that one time, and he can honestly say he doesn’t mind dying if it means he can catch Asahi’s glass heart one last time. So he’s shocked when Asahi catches his too, when the older boy reaches his warm hand up and wipes away Noya’s tears instead of his own. He finds himself sobbing then, because he thinks he could’ve loved Asahi for a long time, if he’d ever been given the chance.
Tanaka and Ennoshita
Ennoshita bumps into Tanaka on his way to find a hiding place. It’s not necessarily anything but kindness when Tanaka grabs his hand, and they silently agree to die together so they don’t have to do it alone. They lay under some desks in the back of an abandoned classroom, and Tanaka talks about his child hood and Saeko, and Noya all while Ennoshita rubs circles on Tanaka’s open palm. This isn’t a bad way to die at all, Tanaka finds himself thinking when he finally grows quiet enough to really look at Ennoshita.
Tsukishima and Yamaguchi
They were in the same class when the notification sounded, and while everyone ran, they stayed seated. Kei thought vaguely of Akiteru, but he had the one person he really needed right in the same room. The feeling was clearly mutual, the two didn’t say a word, they simply laced their fingers together and waited for the world to end like they did everything else, together. It was all very calm until Yamaguchi heard sniveling from next to him, and turned to see a distraught Kei. Kei wrapped his long arms and only managed to get two words out before the world imploded around them, “Gomen, Tadashi.”
Kageyama and Hinata
Hinata is a mess, of epic proportions, and normally Kageyama would tell him to stop carrying on, but he can’t, because Shoyou has every right to be a mess. He should be too. But he can’t be, because he needs to keep it together, for Hinata. Hinata, who is currently screaming about Natsu and his mother, about how he can’t get to them. This goes beyond volleyball, his wails shake Tobio to his core because they are filled with not just soul bending grief, but guilt and frustration, as well. Finally, out of a love he hadn’t realized yet, he pulled his tiny giant into his lap and held him close to his chest while he shook. “R-Remember what I said, Shou? With me you are invincible. And you’re with me, so everything will be okay.” They both know he’s lying, but it quiets Hinata down, and they cling to each other until the world ends, and even after that.
Yachi and Kiyoko
Yachi almost dies in the hallway, trampled by her panicked peers, when Kiyoko pulls her up, and they sit on the bench in the desolate gym, Yachi playing with Kiyoko’s hair while Kiyoko swipes at Yachi’s bloody nose. Yachi kisses her gently on the lips, because she has bigger things than rejection to fear in the last few minutes of her life. Kiyoko merely smiles and pulls the girl in again, and that’s the best way to die, they’re sure of it.
Kunimi and Kindaichi
Kindaichi has never seen Kunimi show any sort of emotion off the court, so he immediately forgets his own tears when he notices the seemingly apathetic boy sobbing in the desk next to him. Great, silent sobs escape Kunimi despite his best efforts and Kindaichi’s stupid confused expression only seems to make it worse until he musters up all of his courage and decides not to die alone, and grabs Kunimi’s hand. Kunimi then shocks both of them as he leans his head into Kindaichi’s chest, after a moment, Kindaichi wraps his arms around Kunimi, and they think about all of the things that could’ve happened, if only this one massive thing had never happened.
Yahab and Kyoutani
Yahaba ran to the Aoba Johsai gym for some odd form of shelter originally, but nearly turned away the moment he saw Kyoutani punching the walls, enduring angry sobs. But the world was ending, and Yahaba was too afraid of other things to be afraid of Kyoutani, so he grabbed Kyoutani’s wrist, and pulled his bloodied fist closer to his own mouth, and pressed a soft kiss to the Mad Dog’s knuckles. They shared a meaningful look and then simply sat together, fingers interlocked, and tears flowing freely.
Iwaizumi and Oikawa
They’re in the same class as well, Oikawa is talking with some of his admirers, but when the alarm sounds, all he sees then is Iwaizumi. That’s how it was always going to be with them, in the end, they both only really saw each other. Then Oikawa thought of Takeru, dying with a bunch of strangers in a little classroom, and promptly threw up, all over his desk. The girls who hadn’t already run were certainly on their way out now as Iwa pulled Oikawa into his arms. He let’s out a watery chuckle as he wipes Oikawa’s normally perfect face and says, “You know I would’ve married you someday, right? That I would’ve spent my life giving you my everything?” Oikawa cries then, and together they mourn the loss of the future they would’ve had and their story ends the way it started, with each other.
Kuroo and Kenma
Kuroo finds Kenma, wide eyed and shivering in a corner of the Nekoma hallway, he pulls his ingenious setter away from the crowd and outside onto steps they had sat on many times together. He tucks Kenma’s hair behind his ear and freezes in shock when the small boy simply grabs Kuroo and pulls him into a melancholic kiss. “ I just thought you should know.” Tears are rolling down Kenma’s cheeks now and Kuroo is sobbing because not only did Kenma just kiss him, but he’d never have time to do it nearly as much as he wanted to. Making the best of the worst, Kuroo leaned in again, he wouldn’t let Kenma die feeling anything but loved.
Lev and Yaku
The giant Russian didn’t mean to find Yaku, it just sort of happened, and then he went into protector mode (even though Yaku could take care of himself just fine, thank you very much) and picked Yaku right up, running through the people in the hallway with ease while Yaku screamed in his arms. Lev stops when they reach the Nekoma locker rooms, and the moment his feet touch the ground, Yaku is screaming at Lev as Lev slides down the lockers and onto the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks. Yaku is still yelling when Lev interrupts him with a sharp “I love you”, that shuts the Libero right up. After a moment he simply mumbles “ alright then” and proceeds to climb right into Lev’s lap. They sit like that, Yaku’s face hidden in Lev’s neck and Lev’s arms wrapped around Yaku’s waist, right until the world ends. Yaku pauses at the last second to whisper something that sounded suspiciously like “I love you too” in Lev’s ear.
Bokuto and Akaashi
Bokuto F R E A K S out, and Akaashi can’t really explain it, but it’s like he can feel Bokuto freaking out, like he can feel Bokuto needing him. He finds the Ace curled up in the corner of the boys bathroom, and pulls him into his arms, laying on the filthy floor with the broken boy he had come to love so much. Bokuto kisses him softly, and it tastes like salt because Bokuto isn’t the only one crying. Akaashi draws soft circle patterns on Bokuto’s arms while Bokuto runs his fingers through Akaashi’s hair. They’re calm now that they know they’ll go together.
Ushijima and Tendo
Tendo fully expects to go alone, whether it was in eight minutes or eight years he just assumed he would endure whatever happened to him by himself. What he doesn’t expect is Ushijima asking him oh so politely if he would grant him the honor of dying with him. Well with a stunning proposal like that, how could he do anything but pull Ushijima into his hiding place with him? They simply talk in hushed tones about silly things until the last few minutes when Tendo leans over and presses a gentle kiss to Ushijima’s forehead. They hug then, and just like that, Tendo was happy, really happy, for the first-and last- time in his life.
Haikyuu!!Hunger Games AU could be sick tho! This has totally been done but I rewatched the movies and I had so many ideas! None of yall asked so like all of my posts here!!is!!!trash!!!
Also I’m not obeying any of the cannon rules about one male and one female tribute.
TW: Depression and mentions of death
Ushijima is district one, he’s never given much thought to anything but the games, and he’s a favorite to win. It’s all he’s ever known, and it’s really just sad, because he’s actually a really nice, simple guy.
But the other district one tribute is equally as sad but twice as eager. Goshiki volunteers wayyyyy too young and waay too impulsively. He’s a slave to his own courage and desire to prove himself, and he knows his eagerness has killed him the moment he leaves for the capitol with Ushijima.
Bokuto is district two, he volunteers too, because winning means everything and right now he’s got nothing to lose. Wouldn’t it suck if he fell in love with someone during the games…hmmmm
Daichi is reaped , despite being from two he did not volunteer for this, nor would he wish it on his worst enemy. He knows he will die but he’s going to try anyway, he’s only looking out for himself, until he meets his mentor. A damaged, beautifully kind boy with silver hair.
Tsukki is from three, he doesn’t cry when they call his name, he squares his shoulders and drops Yamaguchi’s hand, certain that will be the last time he ever holds it
That is until they call Yachi’s name next and the anxiety riddled Yamaguchi screams until he is beside Tsukki, dying in Yachi’s place. Tsukki cries then. At least they will die together.
Flashy Oikawa Tooru is reminiscent of Finnick Odair, beautiful, young, and charming. But he’s not just pretty, oh no boys, he’s also lethal. Everything was perfect, he volunteered right away, the first tribute for district Four. Then they pulled Takeru’s name next.
The twelve year old stuck his little chin up, standing beside his uncle, pale as if he might faint, and all hopes of winning left Oikawa, now all he could hope for was Takeru, he would have to protect Takeru because it was too late to volunteer for him
People think a twelve year old has been reaped from five when sixteen year old Nishinoya is called, but it becomes clear by the litany of swear words the boy hisses on his way to the stage that he is no child.
A child comes after him though, Kageyama is only fourteen, all sad eyes and pretty skin. He’s a favorite the moment he takes his place next to Noya. He’s lost his whole family to the games, and instead of planning to win like the rest of them, he simply wants to take his place beside them, until a certain orange monster gets in his way.
It’s silent when they call Kenma’s name in district six, until he locks eyes with Kuroo in who is sitting in the previous victor’s section, that’s when Kuroo starts to scream, panic filling his lungs as his best friend is doomed to a fate he had just barely survived. He knew Kenma wouldn’t make it, and Kenma knew it too.
No one in six screamed when Yahaba was called next, he didn’t expect anything anyway.
In district seven, Hinata refused to cry, despite everyone’s pitying looks. He would prove them all wrong, and if not he’s going to die in a way that brings honor to his family, in a way that Natsu can be proud of. He just needs to find a worthy ally…someone he could die or even survive with for a while at least.
Fresh from his work in the woods, barely old enough to be working in the first place, Lev is chosen and it’s really sad because he had so much potential in district seven…oh well guess there wouldn’t be a victor in seven this year
Tanaka is pulled from Saeko’s arms and thrust onto the stage in district eight, all while she continues to sob for her brother. It’s all terribly unfair but Tanaka promises to do whatever he can to win
Beside Tanaka stands Ennoshita, a shaking boy unaware of his own strength Tanaka has barely spoken to, but will begin to know much more…intimately soon. After all, they’re going to die together
In nine, kunimi looks sleepily at the crowd, he didn’t know the apathy that had followed him all his life would also follow him into the games
Yaku tries to put on a brave face under the harsh glare of the capitol lights, but his tears fall too freely for his own liking, he knew the second his name was called that he was going to die.
Ten is mournful as Atsumu and Osamu stand side by side, their days now numbered much to the sorrow of their family
District Eleven sees Hanamaki sobbing as Mattsukawa makes his way toward the stage, no one blinks, it’s just another relationship torn apart by the games
Mattsukawa ruffles Kindaichi’s hair as the boy cries, fear evident in every feature of his young face. At least he’d have someone to hold his hands when things got scary
Twelve is exactly how it’s always been, Iwaizumi has put his name in the bowl so many times that he only sighs and clenches his teeth as he makes his way to the stage. At least he would get a break from the constant state of hunger that came with living in twelve.
No one is even sad to see Kyoutani go, except ironically, Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi taught Kyoutani how to survive, it was a heartbreaking shame to see the closest thing he had to a legacy die beside him.
Capitol People
Satori hosts the interviews, but he’s mischievous, tricky, you can’t really tell what side he’s on for sure. But you can tell he has a favorite tribute, buff and handsome Ushijima can’t resist Satori
Asahi is a fashion designer who falls in love with his tribute, Yuu, he gets caught and punished for it, it’s very tragic
Akaashi is the head game maker. He’s so logical that you could almost miss the insanity in him. Almost. He has chosen who the victor will be, Bokuto.
Ukai is sort of like Haymitch
Takeda is reminiscent of Effie
Kiyoko is a past victor from eight, now the Capitol’s golden girl
This is probably stupid but like cupid!sugawara has my whole heart. It’s probably just the quarantine talking but I was watching the music video for “Give Me Love” by Ed Sheeran and there isn’t enough DaiSuga angst in this world. So here’s another dumpster fire based on that iconic video.
Suga is super lonely, okay? No one knows how he came to exist or why, and despite looking like a literal angel and acting like one too, no one ever seems to remember his face or him
He has only ever had himself, and though he seems strong it’s breaking him, slowly.
But Suga is so special because he’s always been one of those people who still wants the best for everyone around them, even when they don’t deserve it. Even though he is so lonely, he still loves helping people find the one thing he can’t have: love.
That’s why fate gave him his wings, the itching in his shoulders that resulted in blood stained ethereal wings was a gift, of sorts
He doesn’t know why or how he got the arrows or the wings but he wanders the streets nonetheless, and that’s when he sees them
Kageyama and Hinata are college roommates, they’re screaming at each other over some girl, Suga subconsciously knows neither of those boys belong with that girl they’re arguing about, so he notches an arrow for the first time and fires it into Kageyama’s back
He smiles when Kageyama picks up his tiny counterpart, ending their argument and starting their lives with a kiss
He frowns at the slight pinch of sorrow he feels
The next time he fires it’s at a famous model and his photographer, Oikawa has always been oblivious and Iwaizumi has always been stubborn
Frankly, Suga is exhausted just watching them dance around each other for a night, so he decides to put them both out of their misery, and laughs mischievously when Oikawa knocks the camera from Iwaizumi’s grasp as he jumps in his lap
He can’t help but notice that the sorrow is growing in him
One night he wanders into a party, dimly lit and unsurprisingly full of lost souls, the pain his empathetic heart feels is enough to make him forget the consequences of what he’s about to do
He shoots Lev in the back and watches the giant wrap his elegant limbs around Yaku
Kenma is next, throwing aside his phone and pulling Kuroo down to his level so he can kiss him
Akaashi and Bokuto fall prey to his arrow as well, even though Akaashi was previously unaware of his feelings
Yamaguchi finally works up the courage to kiss Tsukki rather violently with the aid of one of Suga’s arrows
Only after he has done his damage and he’s quietly walking home does he realize his mistake
His face is wet with tears and he’s clearly completely destroyed his heart to fix everyone else’s
In the dim light of his apartment, he looks at his arrow, strong, and sharp. He has an idea
Daichi has been an EMT for three years now, you can see a lot in that time, and he definetly had, but nothing like the beautiful angel boy in front of him
He nearly cried the moment his eyes landed on the prone being, blood and gold surrounding his once beautiful face, an arrow sticking almost daintily from his thin chest
His tears didn’t have a chance to fall, though, because the boy moved
Suga knew the moment his eyes focused on Daichi’s, that he had finally found the one person who wouldn’t forget him.
Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Post-Timeskip
Summary: Morisuke wants to ask Lev if he can be the big spoon, but he’s terrified to do it.
Morning, everyone! Here is my story for the YakuLev Exchange! I hope you enjoy some of the most cavity-inducing fluff to date :)
Stop being a chickenshit, Morisuke! Just ask him already!
Yet a chickenshit is exactly what Morisuke felt like as he lay in the bed that he and his boyfriend Lev shared, flat on his back with the covers pulled right up to the underside of his nose. It was unbearably hot underneath the covers, what with his face burning the temperature of the sun, but there was no way in hell that he was going to take them off. He didn’t want Lev to see him all flustered for no apparent reason. No thank you, Morisuke was perfectly content to let his big lanky noodle of a man be oblivious in the adjoining bathroom.
Ugh, look at him. Doing his “brushing my teeth dance,” Morisuke swooned hopelessly when he turned to look at his boyfriend. Lev was humming an off-key tune to himself as he danced with his reflection in the mirror. He always brushed his teeth with way too much vigor, Morisuke said, flinging foamy toothpaste everywhere. He wore down the bristles so quickly that they had to replace his toothbrush three times as fast as a normal person’s. But Morisuke loved his goofy boyfriend and the way he brushed his teeth, damn it, among a million other little things about him.
Which was why he was agonizing over the decision to ask Lev to be the big spoon when they cuddled tonight.
Look, Morisuke knew it was silly, agonizing over something as simple as a snuggling position. But he couldn’t help but get all in his head about it. Would he be breaking some “rule” by suggesting it? After all, Lev was the taller one; it was assumed that he was supposed to be the big spoon in all understood premises of dating. Was Morisuke weirdfor wanting to clamber onto his boyfriend’s back and hug him like some kind of human jetpack? It was thoughts like these that made his tongue tie up into pretzel knots every night when Lev flounced back into the room and prepared to get in bed.
Do it do it do it do it do it! Morisuke screamed at himself. His brown eyes peered over the hem of the covers, pupils constricted to pinpoints like a hawk’s as he watched his boyfriend strut around to his side of the bed. He was still humming that janky “brushing my teeth” tune under his breath with little disjointed swings of his hips, completely unaware of the ethical dilemma that was plaguing his counterpart.
So Lev didn’t think anything of pulling the covers back. But Morisuke thought a lot of it, and he screamed Lev’s name on reflex as soon as his shield of heat was taken away.
Lev jumped back and dropped the covers at Morisuke’s yelp. He wildly looked over the mattress, instinctively searching for something that could have startled his boyfriend or something he could have done wrong. When he didn’t find anything, he just looked at Morisuke in utter bewilderment. Morisuke flushed bright red with shame, and now he didn’t have the blankets to hide his face. He hadn’t meant to yell like that! He just—ugh, he did weird shit when he was all wigged out.
“Lev,” Morisuke repeated calmly. Despite his anxiety, he didn’t want Lev to think anything was too terribly amiss, so he tried his best to seem unperturbed. Lev was ditzy but not altogether dense, though. His smile was pinched as he regarded Morisuke pleasantly, taking care to sit gently on the edge of the bed rather than clamber excitedly into it like he normally did. Lev got excited about everything, including sleeping. “One of life’s most amazing simple pleasures!”, as he called it.
“What is it?” Lev asked. He was using that same shell of pleasantness Morisuke was, a saccharine coat of sweetness that thinly veiled the bitter core of worry. The fact that Lev was so keenly aware of Morisuke’s discomposure just made him feel even more unwilling to voice his desires, but he knew that he couldn’t escape now. Lev would nag him until he finally caved. He might as well rip off the band-aid and accept his punishment for disturbing the status quo.
“Lev, can I, um… Can I be the big spoon tonight?”
Oh, there it was. A long, slow blink like a cat’s as the gears whirred in Lev’s brain. Morisuke’s hands inched toward the covers, preparing to fling them over himself to hide his miserable shame. Oh, what was taking so long? Lev was such an expressive person; it was downright torturous to see that stupid blank expression on his face. He had to give him something! Shock! Surprise! Even a fair bit of visceral disgust would be better than the sheer nothingness on his stupid pretty face!
Just as Morisuke’s fingers had curled into the edge of the comfort, Lev’s face split into a wide, elated grin.
“Okay!” he cried and immediately whipped around to shove his long legs under the covers. It was an effort to keep them from tangling around the lanky limbs while he scooted his skinny butt towards the middle of the bed; it involved a lot of kicking and wiggling. Morisuke just stared at him, mouth hanging open wide enough to catch flies, while his boyfriend let out little pants of exertion. “Okay!” Lev repeated when he finally settled himself. He swept his hand through his hair as he grinned breathlessly at his boyfriend. “I’m ready!”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Morisuke cried, throwing his arms up in the shape of an X. “That’s it? It’s that easy? There’s no like, debate?”
“Why would there be a debate?” Lev asked while cocking his head to the side. Ugh, bless Morisuke’s boyfriend and his complete obliviousness to societal norms.
“Well, you know…” Morisuke mumbled, looking down at his lap and fidgeting with the edge of the comforter. He said that in his head, but voicing his concerns aloud seemed even sillier than asking now. “Y-you’re the taller one, you know? Isn’t there, like, some unspoken rule that the taller one is the big spoon?” God, hearing the words out loud made it even worse! He was keenly aware that his face was burning hot, but he couldn’t bring himself to shield it with his hands. Even when downright mortified, Morisuke had his pride.
Pride went out the window when Lev snorted in laughter, and a loud whap! echoed through the quiet bedroom as Morisuke slapped his hands to his face.
“If there is a rule, I don’t much care,” Lev chuckled. Morisuke just hunched over and screamed into his palms. Lev laughed again, and the bed creaked slightly as he scooched closer. Ugh, and now he was draping his noodly arms over Morisuke. “There’s no need to be embarrassed!” It wasn’t very reassuring when laughter dripped from his words. “I’m not. In fact, I’m very happy.”
“You are?” Morisuke asked hopefully and cracked his fingers apart to peer at him.
“Of course I am!” he cried with an enthusiastic nod. “My boyfriend loves me enough to want to be the big spoon! I couldn’t be happier!”
Morisuke’s cheeks burned against his palms, and he was sure that his skin was as red as a tomato. But he was so relieved by Lev’s words that he forced himself to pry his hands away from his face, even if that meant revealing his blush to his boyfriend. Lev just hummed at his shining cheeks, then leaned in to peck them, one on each.
“If it bothers you that much, Morisuke, you don’t have to—”
“No! I want to!” Morisuke cried and shook his head vehemently. He shook his head so hard that he accidentally cracked his skull right against Lev’s. They both recoiled with agonized groans; Morisuke fell face-forward, cradling his pounding skull with a muffled whine, while Lev craned his head back against the headboard while pressing his palms over the bright red spot on his forehead. They just sat there like that for a minute or so, waiting for the pain to ebb. The bruises on their pride definitely wouldn’t be going away anytime soon.
Finally, Lev let out a breathy laugh. Morisuke knew that was his signal to rejoin the conversation, but he didn’t really want to. Maybe this was a sign from the universe. Little guys like him weren’t meant to spoon their spaghetti noodle boyfriends. Well, no harm in heeding the warnings and staying curled up in a ball.
“Heyyyyyyyyyy~” Lev crooned while draping himself over Morisuke’s back and snaking his arms around his middle. Morisuke tried to wiggle free, slapping at the hands worming between his arms and his sides, but he’d never been able to escape from Lev. Lev secured a grip around his middle and used the leverage to uncurl him, and Morisuke just slouched in his arms. If someone took a picture, he’d probably look like one of those grumpy long cat memes.
“Whaaaaaaaat?” Morisuke whined and kicked his legs halfheartedly in defiance.
“I thought you wanted to be the big spoon?”
“Not anymore,” Morisuke huffed and jutted out his lips in a sour pout. “The mood is ruined. Just let me wallow in my little spoon hell.” Morisuke tried to turn on his side to do just that, but Lev effortlessly pulled him back into a sitting position.
“But I want to be the little spoon!” Lev insisted with a laugh.
Morisuke craned his head back to pout at him. Surely he was just saying things like that for Morisuke’s benefit. He looked serious, though, his big doe eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
“… Really?” he couldn’t help but ask one more time.
Lev leaned down to press a little kiss to the tip of his nose, and he whispered adoringly against his skin, “Really.”
“All right then, lover boy, flip over!” Morisuke barked, hiking up his leg to dig his toes right into the meat of Lev’s left buttcheek. Lev cackled with laughter but obediently untangled himself from Morisuke to flop over onto his right side. Morisuke shifted to sit up on his knees, eyes roving over his boyfriend’s stretched-out form. He held his hands up like he was measuring for a frame, trying to do mental calculations. He arrived at the conclusion that there was no one great way to do it, and so he just went for it.
He flopped down on his side, then scooted across the bed until his chest was flush with Lev’s. It took a bit more maneuvering to get himself in a position where his nose wasn’t pressed in the middle of Lev’s shoulderblades; he wiggled upward while Lev scooched down until he could comfortably rest his chin in the crook of his neck. Morisuke then wormed his arms underneath Lev’s armpits and then clasped them around his chest; despite how skinny he was, his chest still had a broad circumference, so much that Morisuke could barely clasp his hands together over his sternum. It was a tight hug, but… Morisuke kind of liked it. He finished off by hooking his legs over Lev’s hips and crossing his ankles.
I feel like a koala, Morisuke lamented, turning to bury his face into Lev’s neck in an effort to hide his rising blush.
“So… How is it?” he mumbled into the soft skin of his neck. “I-is it nice?”
“Mhmm,” Lev hummed sleepily. He ran his hands up the length of Morisuke’s bare legs, leaving tingles and raised hairs in their wake. “Like a really warm backpack.”
“Tch. Do me a favor and stop with the comparisons,” Morisuke grunted while trying to push his face even further into Lev’s neck. He could feel the muscles in his throat move as he chuckled. Lev patted Morisuke’s thigh in a show of compliance, then reached down to grab the comforter. They both released soft sighs as the soft comforter draped over them. Lev’s hand fell back to Morisuke’s leg to begin tracing abstract patterns into his calf.
“Love you,” Lev muttered drowsily. “Big spoon or little spoon, doesn’t matter. Love you all the same.”
“Pssh. I love you too, you big oaf,” Morisuke huffed, finally pulling his head out of the crook of his neck to crane forward and plant an affectionate kiss on his cheek. He let his lips linger there, long enough to feel Lev’s skin stretch with the sleepy smile that bloomed on his mouth.
“By the way…” Lev said, pausing to let out a big yawn. “I need a new toothbrush.”
Morisuke rolled his eyes and then flopped his head against Lev’s.
“Of course you do.”
But his tone wasn’t bitter, because Morisuke loved his boyfriend—from the way he brushed his teeth to the way he felt in his arms, and everything inbetween.
