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2016 Locker for isshikisenpai

This is the Valentine's Day 2016 locker for isshikisenpai!

Here are some GIFT IDEAS:

Name (as you'd like it to appear in the subject line for your stocking): isshikisenpai (kk)

Friending Meme Post: (optional) here!

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Shokugeki no Souma, Nanatsu no Taizai, Touken Ranbu, Free!

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: HQ - InuSemi (lol), shiratorizawa gen, nekoma gen, everyone gen, DaiYui, SugaKiyo, BokuKuroAkaKen gen, Sae/Aki/Small Giant (gen or poly) || Free! - SouMako, SouRin, MakoRin, MakoHaru || everything else is like gen?? or like fave charas e.g. Isshiki, Kogitsunemaru, Ban

Likes: fluff, literally all the warm fuzzy cute things, stuff with animals, kids, family members etc, love AUs, all kinds of AUs, fantasy, sci-fi, different occupations anything really

Dislikes: character death, cheating, unrequited love, violence, gore, body horror, character bashing, nsfw, bubbles & seaweed in water not the food seaweed (phobias)

Anything else: nope! thank you xx

Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.

(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Feb 14. Lockers will be open until the end of Feb 15)

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with love,
kay

KK!!

Happy Valentine's Day! Thank you for being such a supportive and fun friend. It's been such a pleasure talking to you. Please take care of yourself and stay healthy, remember your friends are always there when you need someone. Have an amazing week ahead And may no more bugs enter your room (but knowing Australia this is a bit of an impossible wish lol)

Here's the Haiba siblings for you!

-Mori

hELLLOOOO KK MY BEAUTIFUL BUD WHO SOMEHOW COMPLAINS ABOUT HEAT THEN WEARS STOCKINGS I LOVE YOUR SELFIES AND YOUR LIPSTICK GAME SERIOUSLY FIGHT ME

i still can't believe you yelled at me not to pat your hair the first time in newtown i'm still so confused....

kk you ridiculous human being, happy valentine's day! i wrote you some ridiculous inusemi! i hope you like it!!

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In theory, everything about this is screaming bad idea. Eita has had plenty of bad ideas—right now, going to Shiratorizawa ranks number one, because whenever he has another bad idea, he's got the worst sort of people around him. Enablers.

"Just go talk to him," Reon says. "What could go wrong?"

"He's taller than you," Satori points out, "so even if it does go wrong for you, at least we'll get a laugh out of it."

"It's not like we're judging you," Jin says kindly.

"I am," Hayato says, shrugging. Satori nods solemnly in agreement.

Eita looks to Wakatoshi for reassurance, and sees a blank canvas. In situations like this, at least he can count on Wakatoshi to do absolutely nothing about it.

"Just do it already," Satori says. "We're all getting sick of seeing you mope."

"I'm getting sick of your face," Eita says, but his heart isn't in the comeback. He just sounds kind of pathetic.

Actually, he is pathetic. Super pathetic. Because there's this middle blocker on Nekoma's team who has hair like he was born with the midwife holding a Van der Graaf generator and these really wide eyes like he's always so excited to see the world and it gets to Eita in a way he doesn't want to acknowledge. Except apparently he's totally obvious about it, because his teammates noticed, and it's only a matter of time before Coach Washijou notices too, and that'd be the end of Eita, for good.

So he sucks it up and walks over to where a group of Nekoma students are sitting. What could go wrong? The voice in his head trying to reassure him sounds suspiciously like Reon. He ignores it. When's Reon ever been right about anything, anyway? (Except, like, always, but Eita is far beyond being sensible about this.)

"Hey." It's only after he's said it that he realises he has literally nothing else to say. What is he even doing here? Why did he start this stupid conversation?

The blocker looks down at him, though, with those wide eyes, and says. "Hey! I'm Inuoka. You're from Shiratorizawa, right?"

Eita breathes a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I am," he says. "I'm Semi."

"Semi," Inuoka repeats, and okay, this is stupid, but does his name sound nicer when Inuoka says it?

"You guys played well today," Eita says.

Inuoka rubs the back of his head. "You still beat us, though."

"Hey," Eita says, "I wasn't even on court."

"That's okay," Inuoka says, "there's another first year who's probably going to take my place soon. We can be benchwarmers together!"

Oh god, Eita thinks, he's only a first year, and how can he be so casual about being benched? Eita's reaction to being benched—thanks, Shirabu—was pretty much the opposite of casual. There was a bit of screaming and crying. There might have been a shower cubicle in the changing room that needed a new door. Whatever. It was in the past. Now he needs to be the bigger man.

"Yeah, we can," he says. "You're a first year, though. That means you still have time to fight for your position."

"Oh," Inuoka says, his face turning downcast, which Eita doesn't like one bit, "you're a third year?"

"I am," Eita says, gravely, like he's owning up to some crime in front of a courtroom. This may as well be it. Inuoka will lose interest in him, and—

"Whoa!" Inuoka practically shouts. "That's so cool! How long have you been playing for? What position do you play?"

"I'm a setter," Eita says, "since middle school. How about you?" Even though he sort of already knows.

"Middle blocker," Inuoka says, "also since middle school. I played a little bit in primary, though!"

As they chat—and wow, Inuoka is easy to talk to—Eita sees Satori and Hayato hovering somewhere behind Inuoka's shoulder, giving him several thumbs up. He ignores them, because if he's being honest, they're just losers who like making his life hard, while he's swapping numbers with a cute boy from Tokyo. It's easy to see who's the winner here.

(not on your wishlist, but i recall you wanting some barakamon/hirosei on twitter, so. here you are c:)
((also featuring one exasperated kawafuji. rip in pieces kawafuji lmao.))

>> fast forward, 10 am

for the life of him, handa can’t remember when his morning routine began to change, only that it had, and had remained so for quite some time now. he tries explaining this to kawafuji, aided by some very helpful hand motions and a — significantly less helpful — blush blooming red on his cheeks, evidence at the scene of the crime.

handa sighs, pretending it doesn’t sound more like a moan of despair. he stops talking, staring pleadingly at kawafuji instead. kawafuji stares back, any sympathy at all absent from his unimpressed expression.

“you,” kawafuji says seriously, “are unbelievable.”

he takes a sip of his tea, calling out to hiro in the kitchen: “don’t get me wrong, kid, you make a damn good cup of tea. but this is weird. like, really freakin’ weird.” kawafuji lets that sit for a second before adding, somewhat embarrassed, “no offence.”

handa’s head flops onto the table and stays there.

“ ’s alright,” hiro calls back. his head pops up from the door.

“have you finished eating yet, sensei? you skipped out on dinner last night, so you should try and get somethin’ down ‘fore it gets cold.”

handa’s head twists to the side, glumly picking up his chopsticks and sticking a bite of food in his mouth. he chews in silence, avoiding kawafuji’s stare the whole time he does.

turning to look at hiro, who is also watching him expectantly, handa says, “it’s delicious.”

“… i’m glad,” hiro says, grinning now. he rolls his eyes.

handa nods, then resumes eating his breakfast with more vigour, previous dilemma apparently forgotten because he doesn’t even turn to look when hiro comes back out with his own breakfast. instead handa slides to the side to make room, as if there aren’t any other spots by the table to sit at. hiro takes the spot, and kawafuji watches him drop a piece of konomon onto his plate like some bizarre thank-you.

kawafuji looks from hiro to handa before staring up at the ceiling. he sweatdrops.

<< rewind, 8.30 am

kawafuji can’t stand the country.

actually, that’s not quite true. he’s very much capable of vacationing on goto island, has done so a few times already, finds it pretty entertaining, too. it’s just —

he blinks, rubs his eyes. maybe this time, when he opens his eyes again, the world will return to spinning its usual axis. kawafuji opens his eyes.

nothing changes.

irrationally, and definitely irresponsibly, kawafuji feels the urge to scream. he does not succumb to it (unfortunately.)

he slides the door to handa’s room shut again, deciding he can continue to go without breakfast for a while longer yet.

>> half-speed playback, 8.45 am

for such a heavy sleeper, handa is surprisingly sensitive to hiroshi’s movements. burrowing his face into hiro’s back until his nose starts feeling squished, handa mumbles, “too early, stay,” clinging with arms and legs like a severely overgrown koala. hiro smacks his lip sleepily, hands trying to adjust handa’s four-limbed grip.

“hiro,” handa repeats. then, in a smaller, more pathetic tone, “don’t go.”

“sensei,” hiro begins out of habit. then he blinks, feeling a bit more awake before correcting himself: “sei.”

handa goes quiet and lets hiro move, rolling back over to face him. hiro lets out a grumble that may or may not be a laugh, taking in handa’s crow-nest bedhead, deliberately shut eyes and petulantly puffed-up cheeks. he pokes a cheek with a finger fondly before slinging an arm over his shoulder, tucking handa more securely against the crook of his neck.

“not going anywhere,” he tells handa, “so you go right back to sleep. ’s fine.”

he can feel handa’s dopey, pleased smile plastered against his skin.

“ ‘kay.”

a beat, then two, before handa continues, sounding sleepier.

“…you go sleep again, too, hiro.”

hiro doesn’t, but he holds onto handa while he does, resting his head against the top of handa’s, instead. he exhales slow and deep, feels a grin curl his lips, completely content.

there was no way i wouldn't not draw inusemi for you, no way i would even miss the chance to tell you how much my brolove for you is strong eVEN THOUGH I ALWAYS TELL YOU THAT. BUT I TRULY LOVE YOU BRO. i keep telling you that you're my first haikyuu friend bla bla bla but i really mean it, i wouldn't know half the people i know today if you weren't there sO... THANK YOU AND KEEP BEING AWESOME. uwu

Because isshiki...

undressing at the speed of one panel.

Edited 2016-02-21 04:27 (UTC)

happy valentine's day kk!! so, you know that one time I was mysteriously writing handa/hiro....well, now you know why. (please forgive any like, canon inaccuracies because I only have the three episodes we watched to go by, and I didn't want to look anything up because, spoilers? i hope you enjoy the food sap anyway!!)

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food for the soul

His mum trails past the kitchen while he's chopping the potatoes (into small cubes, because Handa tends to leave them at the side when they're big and too much effort to eat). She lets out a dreamy-sounding sigh and comes in to slap his back. "You get it," is all she says before she wanders off, probably to continue poking at her new fantasy novel's draft. Hiro unhunches his shoulders slowly; his mum doesn't know her own strength sometimes.

He looks down at the potatoes. If they were any smaller, they'd probably dissolve when he cooks them.

Hiro's mind wanders as he tips the potatoes into the bubbling saucepan, scraping lightly with the knife to push off any stragglers. He thinks about his revision papers, which he's slightly behind on, about whether his dad's come yet or is lingering somewhere again, and about what Naru is getting up to at this time of day. He pokes at a bobbing potato with a chopstick. She's probably running literal circles around Handa now, laughing in that bubbly voice of hers. Maybe Handa's given up on trying to force another brush stroke and is running around after Naru. Hiro strains the potatoes, adds them to the bowl, already filled with rice and other some other vegetables, and pours the sauce over it. Maybe Handa's laughing too.

Today's dinner is a little sparse because Hiro had forgotten to buy pork earlier, so he'd thrown in some tofu that still looked edible. He frowns at the bowl and makes a note to go to the shops tomorrow after breakfast.

After securing the bowl in its usual plastic, Hiro calls out to his mum before making the short walk to Handa's house. By now, Naru would have clambered onto the garden wall, skipping across the tiles in the self-confident way that only children can. Handa would be following below her, trying not to look worried, or maybe just lying on the porch and searching for inspiration again.

There's no one on the porch when Hiro arrives, nor is there a small ball of energy zipping around the walls. Before he steps up onto the porch, he thinks of the times he's stood in this very spot, calling out to Handa and holding out the day's gift. He thinks of looking up, and up, to meet Handa's eyes, mostly because he’s lazy, but also probably because Handa gets some joy out of being the taller one occasionally. He thinks about Handa's smile.

There's no sound from inside the house. Hiro steps up.

Handa and Naru, when he finds them, are not tripping around the house. Naru isn't drawing pictures on spare paper, and Handa isn't intently laying down stroke after stroke and lost in his thoughts.

Instead, he finds a picturesque sight. Handa, sprawled across the floor and half under the table, as if he'd just slumped backwards from his seat on the cushion and fallen asleep, has one arm flung out to the side and is dozing, mouth slightly open. Using the arm as a pillow is Naru, her tiny body slightly curled, as quiet as she ever is. The setting sun illuminates the table, with sheet after sheet of paper strewn across it, ink drying on each one.

As Hiro watches, Naru burrows her head into Handa's arm (he's all bone, Hiro thinks, so that can't be too comfortable) and Handa frowns, eyebrows pinching together even as he sleeps.

There's a warm feeling in his chest and a smile tugging at his lips. He snaps a picture on his phone, because it's cute, and carefully clears a space on the table to set the bowl down. He fetches a pair of chopsticks from the kitchen and places that next to the bowl too. Handa and Naru are still sleeping, and Hiro stifles a laugh when he sees that Naru is drooling on to Handa’s clothes. He takes another photo.

As quietly as he came, Hiro exits the house, sliding the door closed behind him, and whistles on his way back home.

KK!!! I hope you have a great day! I wrote you a thing, I hope you like it <3

Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma & Kuroo Tetsurou (Haikyuu!!) G

The apartment stinks like bleach and is filled with the loud, bouncy music of whichever k-pop band that has caught Koutarou's attention this time. Tetsurou absolutely loves Hair Day, not necessarily because they have a day every three months dedicated to touching up each other's hair, but because it's a nice excuse for all four of them to hang out together.

It doesn't matter that they all hang out anyway, because the four of them live together, but Tetsurou, Koutarou, Kenma and Keiji have come to treat Hair Day as something of a ritual. It's a day that all four of them set aside, purely so they can spend it together and the actual hair part of it only really takes a small portion of the day, before they spend the rest of it in each other's company.

It started because of Keiji who, after Kenma saying that he was too lazy to do his own hair on a regular basis, offered to do it for him. Koutarou then protested that nobody was doing his hair, which had ended in Keiji volunteering Tetsurou for the job. It's evolved from there. Tetsurou's become pretty good at putting the right foils in Koutarou's hair, to layer the white and grey properly over the black, a picture of a horned owl open on his phone as a reference because Koutarou insists on Fukurodani for life, no matter how long it's been since graduation.

He's learned to do Kenma's hair too, which is much easier because it only ever means that he needs to take care of the regrowth. Sometimes, Keiji wants to try something too and Tetsurou's more than happy to help him out with that. Last Hair Day, it was an undercut and Tetsurou's hoping to convince Keiji to let him shave it again, because it looks wonderful on him.

The only place big enough to comfortably fit all four of them is the dining room, so they work around the table, with Kenma and Bokuto sitting on stools with towels around their shoulders to catch any stray bits of bleach or dye.

"Kenma," Keiji says quietly, with his bowl of bleach in one gloved hand, a brush in the other. "Stop looking down at your phone for a moment, so I can put this bleach on properly."

Kenma responds by lifting his phone so he can continue to play his game. Keiji sighs, exchanging a glance with Tetsurou, who simply grins in reply. At the very least, it means that Keiji can reach the parts of hair he needs to bleach now. Tetsurou turns his attention back to Koutarou's hair, carefully picking out the right strands with the pointed end of his brush and separating them from the rest of his hair with a piece of foil. He still can't believe that the first time Koutarou dyed his hair, he did it himself, but then he remembers just how much it improved through the years. It looks the best now, with someone else doing it for him, especially considering that between Tetsurou and Keiji, they've found the best method for it.

"You're done," Keiji tells Kenma, patting him on the shoulder. "You can go back to your game now. Tetsurou, do you need help?"

"He always needs help," Kenma speaks up, settling in his seat more comfortably and continuing to play.

"Hey, be nice or I won't help you with your hair," Tetsurou protests.

"Keiji will do it for me," Kenma replies, not even looking up from his phone. "Isn't that right?"

Keiji shrugs. "Probably."

"It's alright," Koutarou speaks up, turning to look at Tetsurou. "I've got your back."

"You stay still," Tetsurou scolds, "I'm putting bleach in your hair, and I really don't want to end up getting it on your face. Keiji, if you want, you can help by sitting on Koutarou so he stops fidgeting."

"Cuddle time," Koutarou declares happily, patting his lap.

"Mm." Keiji picks up the empty mugs sitting on the table. "I think I'll go make more tea for everyone."

"I don't think my heart can take this kind of rejection," Koutarou says seriously.

"You get it every single day," Tetsurou replies. "I'm pretty sure you're used to it by now."

Koutarou sighs heavily. "Why are all of my nearest and dearest friends so unsympathetic to my needs? All I want is constant affection. To be told that I'm doing good every now and then. It's not that hard."

Kenma hums, putting his phone down as he wins his game. "Maybe we should have gotten a puppy instead. It would be the same, but cuter."

Tetsurou laughs loudly, and he's pretty sure he can hear Keiji's laughter from the kitchen.

"Not you too," Koutarou says, sounding betrayed.

Tetsurou catches the smile just before Kenma turns his face away so no one else can see. He grins down at Koutarou's hair as he works on applying bleach to the last few strands. He's glad that Kenma's opened up more since the earlier years of their friendship. He's glad that Keiji's a little louder, that Koutarou's a bit more balanced with the three of them around to calm him down a little. All four of them are good for each other, and Tetsurou can't think of a better group of people to live with, to share his entire life with, who can joke with and tease, but also be serious with when needed.

Keiji comes back into the room with their mugs on a tray, setting them down on the table again. He squeezes Koutarou's shoulder once his hands are free.

"Just stay still for a little longer. You can do it."

Koutarou immediately sits up a little straighter and sounds immeasurably happier when he says, "You're right! I can, hey!"

Keiji just gives Tetsurou a small grin, before he takes the chair beside Kenma. He's amazing at handling Koutarou but then again, he's also the one with the most experience.

"Hey Kenma," Koutarou speaks up, when Tetsurou's done with the last foil. "We're going to look amazing when we're done, aren't we?"

"I guess so," Kenma replies, not sounding particularly bothered either way, but then he looks up at Koutarou, the smallest of smiles tugging at his lips. "But I think you always look amazing."

The praise makes Koutarou clutch his chest. "You're amazing. You're all amazing. You're the best people ever."

"Yeah, yeah," Tetsurou pats Koutarou's shoulder. "We know."

Secretly, Tetsurou adds, You're absolutely right.

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2016 Locker for isshikisenpai

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happy v-day kk!

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to my dearest kikki k

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