“The thought hit him like a train, completely by surprise, nothing announcing the sudden realization that torched Kentarou’s entrails and squeezed all the blood out of his body, leaving him pale and shivering.

I want to kiss Yahaba.”

Kyoutani doesn’t do well with discovering he may be different, so he does the only thing he can think about: calls his new best friend from Karasuno and jumps on a train to Tokyo with him, trying to sort out his feelings with a group of weirdos and some distance.

As always, it’s all Yahaba’s fault.

It's simple:

Shigeru needs to help secure an alliance for his family.

Kentarou needs to keep his home from being destroyed.

The solution of marrying each other, however, turns out to be anything but simple.

“I want an apology first.”

“For what?” Futakuchi asks incredulously.

Kentarou’s self-preservation instincts activate again and he lunges to cover Yahaba’s mouth. Yahaba catches him with one hand pressed against his chest, which gets Kentarou’s heart racing out of fear exclusively, and not anything else.

“For making me look at your face for so long,” he says sweetly.

Three times Kyoutani had to hold Yahaba back, and one time he didn’t.

Technology has made warfare all the more tactical. With the three powerhouse nations locked in endless combat, the planet will be left in shambles and ruin by the combination of air bombing and heavily armored machines. There’s a time limit for how long this can go on. Kageyama knows he’s only a grunt, useless infantry fodder, but he’s come to believe that the only winner in any war is death. He holds this ideology close to his heart—until Hinata gives him the chance to twist and turn the world on its own head.

Yahaba's only eighteen, but it's not too early for him to feel like his time is running out. When he finds out that he's not as alone as he'd once believed himself to be, he makes a last-ditch attempt to regain lost time and turn things around for good, even if he has to take more drastic measures than he's ever dreamed of.

They make an odd pair, Kyoutani and Yahaba. The reluctant archer from a prominent kyudo clan cratering down an unknown path of volleyball and chipping away his precious hands and the bow maker who before was an urban myth, weaving bows for little kids who couldn't afford to buy fancy synthetic bows for their classes, a formidable volleyball player. They make an odd pair, for they speak into one another's ears, shoulders and fingers entwined like bamboo strips surrounding hardwood in a bow. They make an odd sight, but it is a sight that is reminiscent of one centuries ago, a bow maker by an archer's side, lending strength and something much more inexplicable to the warrior princess' side.

BigMakkiDaddy: ill give you twenty bucks if you tell me who youre crushing on
Maddog: ok
TheGrinche’sSideHoe: WHA
BigMakkiDaddy: srsly????
IBelievewe’renotalone: are you joking? can you joke? do you know how to?
Maddog: course ill tell u but give me the money first
BigMakkiDaddy: you fucking liar

Yahaba learns a little bit more about Kyoutani every day, but his newest lesson may or may not have scared the shit out of him.

Kyoutani gets a week of gifts from a secret admirer leading up to his birthday

A worldwide disease sweeps the nation. Symptoms include: mild aggression, possessiveness, heightened sense of smell, instinctual behavior, etc. While everyone else runs around like chickens without heads, a solitary book club, of only six members, maintains some form of order in their lives. But how do they keep their heads in the ensuing storm of confusion and chaos?

It happens when they’re still in high school, during their third year. Without ever meaning to, Kyoutani reveals a hidden piece of himself to Yahaba, the last person with whom he’d ever choose to share anything. What Kyoutani never expects? For Yahaba to take his secrets and guard them like they’re his own, no questions asked.

It's winter break, and Kyoutani and Yahaba hung out cuz why not? Yahaba sprains his ankle after trying to ice skate, though. The rest that follows is a mix of sore feelings, butterflies, and fun chemistry.

“Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan, look!” Oikawa’s leaning too forward on the library desk, his eyes gleefully wide as he takes in the sight of Kyoutani talking to Yahaba. “They’re flirting.”

“They’re talking, Shittykawa. What the hell are you on and honestly, what the hell are we doing here?” Hajime gripes.

In which Oikawa tries to play matchmaker for Yahaba and Kyoutani and Iwaizumi is very done with his boyfriend.

In the heat of summer, Kunimi is bored. It's not like it used to be, when he was a kid, with endless days in the sun with his best friend. The best friend which he may or may not be in love with.

A fanfic in where Kunimi and Kindaichi love each other, have a domestic life, and have to finish up writing about what makes them happy for contests. Unfortunately, Kunimi doesn’t have any inspiration. So he takes to reading Kindaichi’s writing instead, and finds out just how much Kindaichi loves him.

Even though he knows Kindaichi can pull through, it never stops his fears. What happens when he no longer has a body to hold at night? Would he sleep in his own bunk again, or this one? Would he even want to?

The thoughts leave Kunimi shaking, as he grips Kindaichi tighter.

Don’t leave me all alone.

"The mission."

Iwaizumi shakes his head. No. Not happening. Fuck this mission. Fuck everything about it.

The stench of iron was overbearing, and to imagine Kindaichi's with it was impossible.

Tobio had been looking forward to receiving his soulmark since he learned what it was. His soulmate would be someone that cared about him no matter what. But then his sixteenth birthday came and he received not one name, but two. And he knew for certain that those two people wanted nothing to do with him. It's going to take time, friends, and an annoying setter to help with this problem.

The ball thuds onto the ground, and it sounds like the ground is breaking under the weight of their betrayal.

And it seems like Tobio's heart is too.

Sportsfest18 fills involving Kageyama, Kindaichi and Kunimi.

The way it starts is totally, entirely innocent. A joke. Kunimi's cousin is messing around with makeup while he and Kindaichi are playing video games, and she stares at the bright red lipstick in her hand and a grin curves over her face.

"Hey Akira," she taps his shoulder until he looks up, sleepy eyed as ever. "You should try this too, I bet you'll look hot."

She laughs, and Kunimi rolls his eyes but sits up on his elbows and puckers his mouth in invitation. And that's all it is. A curiosity, a joke.

“It'll be fun, just relax,” is all Kunimi gives him as an answer, tugging the hoodie off his head and blinking, brushing his hair back from his face. “I won't if you don't want me to.”

Yuutarou doesn't have an answer to that, since he does want Kunimi to.

See.

Kunimi's not complaining, at all.

He's not unsatisfied. That's not the thing.

Well, maybe he is a bit unsatisfied.

An unexpected change in the weather shifts something between the two of them, as well.

Kunimi remembers the days Kindaichi used to wait for him. They were different in many ways, but this one was special.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi have struggled the majority of their lives in a world stacked against them. Hated by society and shunned by fellow shifters for their non conformity, they have finally managed to stake out a place for themselves and their pack of outcasts and misfits. But when Iwaizumi's big heart brings in two strange wolves, it may just tear them all apart.

Kenopsia: the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Various oneshots in the same verse.
(have only read the kyouhaba ones)

Entrapped by their own mistakes and the schemes of a dubious government, Terushima, Yahaba and Futakuchi embark on a mission to save themselves and salvage a war...only for things to prove much larger than they imagined.

(A spy mystery starring the Next Gen Captains)

In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang describe how seemingly opposite or contrary forces may actually be complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they may give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another.

A slice of life AU that got out of hand and will be a multi-part series. More tags will be added as this fic goes on.

(aka How to say "I like you" in six different ways)

"A secret for a secret."

The train of thought that came next probably took a lot less time than it felt. Yaha eyed him up: the tense, masculine face, the hard muscles cording in his shoulders and arms, the fierce glint in his eye and the wild way he dyed his hair. ‘He’s not so bad,’ the omega thought. Something warm wormed around low in his belly at the thought, at the very fact that he was considering this. He was too horny. He knew it. Yahaba had been putting off settling in with Iwaizumi, keeping the others in the pack at arm’s length in the process. The rational part of his mind scolded him; ‘You’re repressed. You should go home. Iwaizumi and Oikawa will fix this all in a few days. Don’t be rash.’ The instinctual part of him had the stronger pull today.

It's one thing for a team to play well together, and another entirely for them to be friends off court.

Shirabu slowly drops to his knees, one hand loosely clenching the net. “Please no,” he whispers to himself, eyes wide in horror. Heart racing, he takes heavy breathes to calm himself. It doesn’t work. “Please don’t tell me that happened-” he gasps. Murmurs run through the crowd, unsure if this truly occurred, but Shirabu tunes them out. “Please.”

Was karma trying to be witty or something by giving him six problems to deal with right after he'd switched his #6 for a #2? Identity Crisis, Reverse Daddy Issues, Aone acting weird, Wisdom Teeth Removal, Kamasaki and Moniwa thinking he needs to be comforted or something and the absolute worst thing that could ever happen to him: being stopped by age difference of all things.

without color;
Tobio ran that first day, but they stopped him, eventually. He should have kept running.

It was meant as a gift for Kunimi, who had done so much for them over the past few years and deserved some token of gratitude. Kunimi loved cats, probably more than he loved nine out of ten of the people he knew. So now that things were a bit more financially stable with Yuutarou out of school and working at last, he and Kageyama both agreed it was time to get a pet for Kunimi.

They did everything together: lived, worked, and everything in between. But somehow, Yuutarou still had a few surprises up his sleeve and Akira enjoyed them all.

Atsumu said into the heavy silence, “You can’t say you’ve never thought about it.”

"Thought about what?" said Sakusa.

Atsumu smiled to himself, smug. "You know."

"No, I don't."

"You know. Of course you’ve thought about it. There’s no reason to be ashamed, Omi-kun. I’m a real catch.”

Sakusa was appalled. "You're disgusting."

"You flatter me. I'm not judging you. I can't lie and say I haven't thought about it, too."

Sakusa shifted, slowly, to peer over his shoulder. He wasn’t scowling, but his expression was unreadable. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

Atsumu wasn't joking, and he was about to get more than he bargained for.

Kunimi decided he wanted to spend Christmas Eve hanging out and baking cookies with Kindaichi and Kageyama.

Hinata the unexpected tag-along throws a spanner in the works but the end result is a new friendship and winning a bet.

Oh, and brownies. Don't forget the brownies.

In the chaos of the Christmas Market, Kunimi and Kindaichi take a moment to reflect on how things are changing.

Kindaichi doubts his place on such a competitive team, and receives some reassurance.

"The wish for Yahaba and he to resemble their senpai dies right then and there, a bark of laughter escaping him at the idea. He ignores Kindaichi’s surprised glance as he goes to retrieve the ball he just spiked over the net. Yahaba would rather explode than let that happen, and Kyoutani might be gay, but that doesn’t mean his taste in men is as bad as his social skills."

Sheltered [ shel-terd ]

1. protected or shielded from storms, missiles, etc
2. protected from the troubles, annoyances, sordidness, etc.
3. of a business or industry: enjoying noncompetitive conditions, as because of a protective tariff.
4. of or relating to employment or housing, especially for persons with disabilities, in a noncompetitive, supervised environment.
5. A combination of: two stubborn teenage boys, team bonding, homemade soup, dog walks, courting tips and drinking games