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Thanks to love and other natural disasters, Tendou's chocolate shop is understaffed in the busy run-up to Valentine's day. In the meantime, he's coddled by his customers, chats with the face on his wallpaper, and thinks about Wakatoshi, half a world away, until they have time to breathe and talk and exchange gifts.
or: Tendou and Ushijima, long distance, find their peace in each other.
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29 May 2026
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There’s nothing all too special to him, there never really has been.
Ennoshita Chikara didn’t think there was much harm in not being all too special, not everyone was destined to stand out from the crowd in a significant way. Everyone was unique, some just stood out more naturally than others and that was ok. He just tried to go on with his normal life as much as possible. He begrudgingly got up for morning practice, went through the school day, worked on homework that would be due the next day during their breaks, attended practice in the afternoon, spent time with his team, and then walked by himself to go home, setting about on doing ordinary things. He didn’t have much going on, he had a pretty normal life, and he was just fine to continue on with that. No one needed a spectacular life in order for it to be fulfilling, and with his studies and volleyball, that seemed like enough.
Sometimes though, he felt normal. Really normal.
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27 May 2026
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Red blood cells, or erythrocytes, make up around eighty-five percent of all cells in the human body. It’s an immutable fact of life–like how the sky is blue, how he’s in love with Kenma, and how the skeleton is formed from shifting, morphing living tissue. How heart valves are built to prevent the backwards flow of blood, and how, if Kenma is Nekoma’s spine, brain and heart, Kuroo will be more than just the blood that breathes life into him. He’ll form the skull around the brain, the flesh around the spine. Kuroo would be every bone in the human rib cage to lock that heart up, safe.
Kuroo would spend a lifetime with Kenma if he'd have him. He's not so sure about reliving the same day.
Or: in which Kenma can’t let Kuroo, or their shared time on the court, go.
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05 Apr 2026
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Akaashi Keiji’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day at Training Camp by Anisle
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
25 Dec 2025
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Akaashi froze, chopsticks hovering midair. His heartbeat stumbled. Oh no.
The realization didn’t creep in. It slammed. No dramatic music. No epiphany. Just one clean, catastrophic truth dropping into his brain like a brick: I am in love with him. He glanced sideways. Bokuto was laughing again, bright and unbothered. His energy filled the air like sunlight: loud, impossible to ignore, a little too much, but warm in ways Akaashi could never admit.
Akaashi cleared his throat, focusing on his miso soup with the intensity of a monk contemplating enlightenment. It’s fine, he told himself. You’ll move past it. You’ll compartmentalize, repress, and die peacefully at age 87 having never mentioned it to anyone.
But then Bokuto nudged his elbow. “Akaashi, you didn’t laugh at my joke. You okay?”
Akaashi turned, and the sight of Bokuto smiling, made his stomach swoop traitorously. He forced his expression neutral, voice steady. “I was… conserving my energy for practice.”
Bokuto blinked, then laughed, easy and bright again. “You’re so serious all the time!”
Akaashi smiled back, betraying nothing. Inside, he was unraveling at a molecular level.
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01 Mar 2026
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The apple left Akaashi’s hand with startling force.
Thunk.
It hit the wall hard enough to split the apple, pieces dropping to the hardwood floor with a wet sound. The impact echoed through the house like a gunshot.
Silence.
“Holy shit,” Komi breathed, eyes wide. “That was—”
Another apple sailed through the air. Konoha ducked with a yelp.
“Evacuate! He’s armed!” came Bokuto’s whisper-yell. He stepped in as Akaashi reached for another fruit, placing himself between the sleeping boy and the counter. He held his hands up placatingly, like he was approaching a wild animal. “Your kitchen privileges are officially revoked, buddy.”
or: fukuroudani's guide to handling a sleepwalker
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27 Feb 2026