Seijoh - Blog Posts
haikyuu eyes
Ahh some uh Kyotani fanart since I barely ever see it and head canon
Sorry if this is inaccurate I’ve never worn trans tape before wanna but uh don’t wanna out myself haha
how the great oikawa-san's visit to tokyo to meet kuroo-chan and bokuto went
soft boy of the day: babykawa 🥺🥺🥺
MASTERLIST
i am absolutely free if you guys are planning on requesting some scenarios and headcannons — just leave an ask and i'll get right into it and hopefully finish it [fingers crossed].
i write for any character that i feel like writing in a certain period of the day so for now, i really feel like writing abt kenma so keep watch on the kenma content that i'll be posting.
— headcanons
— scenarios
you're it for me ; kozume kenma
your own rules and story ; kozume kenma
— aus/ long-ass fics
so close to reaching that happy end ; kuroo tetsurou (heartless au)
— series
red velvet songs turned into imagines
with you ; yachi hitoka.
ART MASTERLIST
you are in the red summer ; kenma college au
kenma as howl au
female kageyama, queen of the court
streets
pairing: hajime iwaizumi x reader
genre: smut
warnings: 18+ nsfw, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral (male receiving), choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, slight praise kink
summary: you give your boyfriend top at the red light
you sigh as you climb into the passenger seat of the car, your body feeling heavy because of how tired you were. as you settle into the seat you hear the door of the driver’s side opening. your head lolling to the side, you see your boyfriend. you catch iwaizumi’s eyes and with a small smile he leans forward pecking your lips.
after pulling back, he begins to put his seat belt on and breaks the comfortable silence, “i hope tonight wasn’t too much. i know you don’t really like parties.”
oikawa had thrown a little new year’s kickback as a celebration of not only the new year but him finally being back in japan. he had invited a majority of the seijoh boys and of course iwaizumi. being oikawa’s closest friend, iwaizumi knew he had to show up or else oikawa would whine about it for the months to come. truth be told, hajime was looking forward to spending his new year with you cuddled on the couch while some random countdown special played in the background. clearly that wasn’t the case. the both of you had went and hajime had made it known that he didn’t feel like drinking tonight but he had no issue if you wanted to. you had decided not to drink too much because you didn’t want your boyfriend to ring in the new year by holding your hair up while you threw your guts up in the toilet. although, you knew that if that were to happen he would have no problem with it. a couple beers and a shot or two later, you and hajime decided to take your leave early in hopes that you two could make it home before the clock hit 12:00.
leaning your head back against the headrest you close your eyes and smile, “no, it’s okay. i had a lot of fun. nothing beats seeing makki and mattsun doing drunk karaoke.”
hajime begins to reverse the car, placing his hand on the back of your headrest as he looks back. he shakes his head, “yeah but hearing that shit is awful, i almost went deaf.”
he looks at you briefly before directing his attention to the road in front of him, “are you okay though? you need me to pick up anything?”
you were always able to handle your liquor fairly well so you don’t feel anything more than a slight buzz. you open your eyes to look at your boyfriend, slight smile still on your face, “i’m okay, just wanna be home.”
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Thinking of Iwaizumi coming home after a day of training and fucking you to sleep with his big cock <3
YahabaxKawanishi
It's no secret that Yahaba and Shirabu don't like each other. Kawanischi, on the other hand, has nothing against the Seijo captain. He is rather amused that there is someone who can give his best friend such good counters. At some point he starts talking to Yahaba, they exchange numbers and write back and forth. They get on really well and Taichi realizes that he feels more for Yahaba. But he's worried because he doesn't always want to stand between his best friend and his (hopefully soon to be) boyfriend. But the two surprise him. At first they have to really pull themselves together not to go for each other's throats, but as time goes by they realize that they have some similarities. At the next tournament, the two of them team up against Futakuchi and Taichi wonders what kind of demon due he has created.
YahabaxUshijima
I know it’s a stupid ship, but imagine Oikawa's face when he finds out about the two of them. He immediately calls his Iwa-chan and says that they have to fly to Japan to save their son. Ushijima must have manipulated him somehow or maybe Yahaba is possessed by a ghost! Meanwhile, Iwaizumi is wondering whether this is the right moment to tell Oikawa that he is now friends with Ushijima.
Imagine: A test match between Shiratorizawa and Aoba Johsai and from second one the captains (Shirabu and Yahaba) are throwing insults back and forth, they are worse than Oikawa and Ushijima. End of the match and Shirabu goes to Yahaba. Kyoutani and Kawanishi are getting ready to tear the two apart but then...they suddenly start talking trash about some Aunt Hana and can't stop laughing. Goshiki thinks he's landed in a parallel universe! Shirabu laughs! It turns out that the two are cousins who have a very good relationship. But as soon as they're on the court, it doesn't matter - they trash-talking each other like nobody else
Managerial Duties: Aoba Johsai
Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team was many things—talented, competitive, and, above all, nosy. But when it came to you, their manager, they had collectively accepted one simple fact: you lived in oversized, comfortable clothing.
Baggy sweatpants, hoodies, loose athletic shirts—if it wasn’t designed for maximum comfort, you didn’t wear it. Even during official team meetings outside of school, you opted for relaxed attire: a sweatshirt over leggings, sneakers, and maybe a jacket if it was cold. It wasn’t that you disliked fashion, exactly. You just didn’t see the need to dress up for them.
So when you casually mentioned you had to leave practice early for a family event, no one thought much of it.
"Skipping out on us?" Oikawa teased, tossing a volleyball in the air as you packed up your clipboard. "And here I thought we were your favorite people in the world."
"You’re absolutely not," you deadpanned, adjusting the strap on your bag.
"What’s the occasion?" Iwaizumi asked, more genuinely curious.
"Wedding," you muttered. "Family thing. My parents are making me go."
Matsukawa, stretching lazily, smirked. "That why you’re sneaking off?"
"Something like that," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "They’re making me wear this stupid dress. It’s all tight and uncomfortable, and the shoes are even worse. Who the hell decided that formalwear should be painful?"
Hanamaki raised an eyebrow. "What’s it look like?"
You groaned, already dreading the memory of trying it on. "It’s one of those straight-jacket ones that make you feel like you can’t breathe. Apparently, looking ‘put together’ is more important than basic human comfort. I swear, my mom picked this just to torture me."
"Sounds fancy," Watari mused.
"Sounds awful," you corrected. "I’m gonna suffer through this thing and then burn it the second I get home."
"Bet you’ll look nice, though," Kindaichi added hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck.
You gave him a deadpan look. "If you call suffering looking nice, sure. Anyway, I’ll see you guys at the next practice. Don’t destroy the gym while I’m gone."
"No promises!" Hanamaki called as you walked off.
That was the end of it.
Practice was still in full swing when you stepped back into the gym, freshly changed and already regretting every single life choice that had led you to this moment. You had only come back because you’d stupidly left your phone on the bench, a mistake that now seemed far worse than just being phoneless for a few hours. The team was scattered across the court, finishing up drills and cooldowns, their chatter filling the space as they moved around. You had hoped—prayed, even—that you could slip in, grab your phone, and leave unnoticed. But fate, as always, was cruel.
Then you stepped forward.
And the entire gym stopped dead in its tracks.
Oikawa, who had been mid-sentence, visibly choked. His water bottle slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor.
"Holy shit," Matsukawa whispered, not even trying to be subtle.
Iwaizumi, caught off guard, blinked hard, as if his brain needed an extra second to process what was happening. Yahaba, who had been chatting with Kunimi, turned so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash, mouth opening but no words coming out. Kunimi, usually too lazy to react to anything, actually paused, his usual indifferent stare slightly wider than normal.
Even Kyotani, who rarely paid attention to anything that wasn’t volleyball or fighting, furrowed his brows, looking between you and the rest of the team like he had just walked into some elaborate prank. After a long pause, he finally muttered, "Why do you look like that?"
You shifted uncomfortably, hating every second of this. "My God. Can you guys stop staring?"
"We can’t," Watari blurted, sounding just as shocked as the rest.
Because, for the first time since they had met you, you weren’t wearing your usual baggy, oversized clothing. You weren’t hidden under loose layers of fabric that swallowed your frame. No, today, you had been dressed by your mother, which meant you were in something far more… put together.
The dress was sleek and form-fitting, something you never would have picked for yourself. The fabric hugged your silhouette in a way that felt unfamiliar, and you had spent the entire night feeling like you were playing dress-up in someone else’s clothes. To make matters worse, your mother had insisted on makeup—subtle, but noticeable enough to make you feel even less like yourself. The heels were even worse—unsteady, impractical, and making you curse whoever thought fancy shoes should hurt.
"Why—how—what?!" Kindaichi, who had been stretching, nearly tipped over from shock.
"Is that you?" Hanamaki added, pointing unnecessarily.
"No," you deadpanned. "I’m an imposter. The real me is at the wedding, plotting my escape."
"Hah—seriously, though! You clean up nice," Matsukawa mused, looking you up and down with a smirk. "Didn’t know you had it in you."
"No one did," Yahaba muttered, still looking at you like you had just shapeshifted before his eyes. "What the hell."
"I don’t," you grumbled, adjusting the hem of the dress uncomfortably. "My parents picked this out. Not my choice."
"Your parents should pick your outfits more often," Oikawa said before immediately ducking as Iwaizumi chucked a towel at his head.
Kunimi let out a short exhale. "So that’s what was under all those sweatpants. Huh."
Kyotani just grunted, arms crossed. "Tch. Whatever. Doesn’t change anything." But the way he kept glancing at you said otherwise.
"And that’s why I dress the way I do," you huffed.
Sensing your growing discomfort, Iwaizumi sighed, running a hand down his face. "Alright, that’s enough. Stop freaking out."
"I am freaking out," Oikawa retorted. "This is earth-shattering news."
"You’re an idiot," Iwaizumi muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You love me," Oikawa shot back, undeterred.
"I don’t," Iwaizumi deadpanned.
You exhaled, already exhausted. "Okay, I’m leaving now. If anyone makes another comment, I swear I’m quitting this team."
"No, wait!" Oikawa called. "Just one picture—"
You shot him a withering glare that promised pain if he continued that sentence. He wisely shut up.
With that, you turned on your heel and left, still muttering under your breath about hating dresses, hating heels, and how you were never letting your mother pick your outfits again. Behind you, the team was still buzzing, voices overlapping as they tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Matsukawa let out a low whistle. "Damn. We’re never gonna see that again, are we?"
"Nope," Hanamaki sighed. "Should’ve taken that picture."
"So we had a hot manager this whole time?" Yahaba muttered, still looking at where you stood like he was processing a cosmic revelation.
Oikawa, arms crossed, hummed thoughtfully. "Iwa-chan, do you think we could convince her to dress up again?"
Iwaizumi didn’t even hesitate. "No."
My 2nd Preview for the MatsuHana 2023 calendar, featuring some Valentines shenanigans ~
My artist partner for this one was Mod Yams (violetyamss @ Twitter) whose artworks are really amazing so please check out the calendar and all the lovely complimentary items ~
🛍 SHOP EVERYTHING HERE (Store is only open until Oct. 14th!)
Rule the Court Windowsill
Aka the Seijoh as plants AU that nobody asked for ~
[left to right: Rose Oikawa, Cactus Iwaizumi, Hemlock Yahaba, Onion Kindaichi, Thistle Kyoutani, Edelweis Watari, Ikea(TM) Palm Matsun, Dandelion Hanamaki, Venus Fly Trap Kunimi]
Art made by me, brought to you with the brainstorming power and moral support of the IwaOi BigBang server <3
'sup, suckers!? *lights blowtorch* The Volleyball Club sends its regards ~
(Forgive me for my sins >.< Anyway I needed to practice drawing humans a bit & get starting on my TropeFest Bingo, so have some genderbend MatsuHana ~ Can you tell that I haven’t done proper art in over 2 months and was too lazy to do anything but the bare minimum >.>? Baby steps... baby steps)
Never Change A Running System
Fandom: Haikyuu (My contribution to the @ngczine) Type: Short-Story (5.1k words) / Canon-Compliant Focus: Next Generation Seijoh Ships: no explicit mentions (but feel free to imagine the classics) Rating: General/Teen Up (for occasional swearing)
Summary: Watari is starting to think something went wrong when all the new first years are coming to him instead of Yahaba - but maybe, considering that his best friend is busy taming a certain Mad Dog, the underclassmen's fear is justified.
Or: A story about how Yahaba, and with him all of Seijoh, struggles to fill out some big footprints
Read on Ao3 -> Never Change A Running System
Download the zine for free -> Devoted
Preview:
“Watari-Senpai!?”
He looks up at the five first-years, presenting him with an assortment of items. The suction cup for uncovering the holes in the gym floor that harbour the net poles. The hand-full of pins used to secure the net. A whistle. An empty drink caddy. And a clipboard with nothing clipped to it.
“Yeah?”
“Where should we put this?”
Watari opens his mouth, then he stops, furrowing his brows, and looks around the gym.
Sure, he is a third-year now and technically a senpai, but still—there are other people better suited to ask such things. The captain for example. Or the vice-captain.
In retrospect, Watari should have been able to deduce the cause of their absence by simply listening.
After all, Yahaba is yelling at near peak volume, which is not nothing, but to Watari, yelling in the Aoba Johsai volleyball gym has become just another form of white noise after spending two years under the care of Iwaizumi Hajime.
His best friend has Kyotani in a headlock, shaking him viciously. The Mad Dog looks relatively unimpressed, face turned away, arms crossed over his chest, lips pursed in a silent ‘tsk’, giving short, snappy comments in response to the dressing down, which do nothing other than sprinkle oil into the fire.
Watari sighs—oh not again!
If he were a first-year, he’d not go anywhere near that either.
Connections (SpikerSetter Week 2020)
Hello ladies and gents and welcome to my dumb brain struggling to actually step out of my comfort zone here and write characters I usually don’t write so forgive the possible cringe u.u’’
Furthermore I am a moron who is unable to use a calendar and I confused the dates of DaiSuga Week with the ones for this event, so these come a bit late and will be continued irregularly, but here is a masterpost for my contributions to the @spikersetterweek!
-> Read on Ao3
More info on each day below the cut - the stories are generally rated Gen, though some might drift a bit in the direction of Teen And Up - no Mature or Explicit content though! // PLEASE NOTE: As of posting this blog, I have not yet written all the chapters, so the contents are still subject to change!
Day 1 - Struggle - Daichi/Suga They practise for weeks and yet their new synchronized attack just won't work. Sugawara is starting to doubt and works himself to the bone in order to figure out what he is missing.
Day 2 - Swap - Watari & Aoba Johsai Shinji Watari is not a bad setter, but he is no Oikawa Tooru either and in the shadow of a great name and a new friendship the Aoba Johsai first-year has to reflect on his pupose in a new team.
Day 3 - Separation - Hanamaki & Oikawa Hanamaki isn't sure if he believes in fated pairs, but what he definitely believes in is proofing people wrong and rubbing it in their faces afterwards - coincidently so does Oikawa and when they are accused of being useless when separated from Iwaizumi and Matsukawa, they set out to have the most epic day ever... all on their own!
Day 4 - Space - Bokuto/Akaashi (+ Kuro/Kenma) The year is 2168 and humanity has colonized the solar system. Space travel is available for the broad population and a new sport is gaining in popularity: Saturn Surfing. Akaashi Keiji isn’t really into any of this, but a job is a job and so he has to set out in order to sell a new and promising surfer some sponsorship deals - if only he knew that ‘rising star with wild boyish charm’ translates to ‘Bokuto Koutaru’, he would have taken more Ibuprofen on the trip!
Day 5 - Sacrifice - Shirabu & Ushijima (+ Semi & Tendou) Shirabu chose Shiratorizawa for a reason - even the simplest set will lead to victory! And while he was definitly right with that, he still has to discover that relying on an invicible ace does not mean he has to sacrifice his pride as a skilled setter.
Day 6 - Surprise - Koganegawa & Futakuchi (+ Dateko) All Koganegawa wants is for someone to be proud of him. Especially his captain! If only he could figure out how to earn Futakuchi's friendship.
Day 7 - Free Day - Honestly, I have no idea yet
Yes, I know, I know, I hate myself too EVEN MORE designs for my Haikyuu Royalty AU based of of @findingschmomo's fanfiction And All the Prince's Men on Ao3
-> Design Page 1: DaiSuga & Crow Steel -> Design Page 3: KageHina -> Check better quality version
More info and head canons below the cut:
Bit of background Info on Seijoh: - For centuries Aoba Johsai has been the cultural centre of Miyagi, attracting many travelers, scholars and artists - Hence they do not have a state religion and are considered a rather scientific country - this however does not mean that the population, especially in rural areas, are not supersticious, they just don't worship any deities or something of the similar - The Seijoh typically burry their dead and mark graves with more or less elaboratly carved stones - it is believed that the dead are happier burried under the open sky, hence constructions such as mausoleums, temples or crypts are very uncommon - Traitors, criminals or otherwise convicted people are typically executed and entombed in massgraves not worthy of individual markers - The complexity of the stone monuments errected depends heavily on the status of the deceased - commoners usually have a plaine slate, sometimes with little hand-crafted engravings, traders or wealthier people usually comission more elaborate gravestones and royals and nobles are typically remembered with larger sculptures, sometimes depicting the person themselves, sometimes in the form of stone trees or large flowers - Every child born into the royal family is automatically considered a royal with a claim for the throne - Princes and Princesses wear smaller jewlery such as tiaras or diadems to express their status - Kings and queens wear heavier crowns, usually rich in gemstones - Unless a King or Queen specifically requests to be entombed with their crown, it is usually up to their heir to decide whether they want to carry it on or have their own made - hence AobaJohsai too, has no official crown, but it can happen that one crown is worn over several generations - The "official" gems are the blue diamond and the grandiderite (exclusivly worn by royalty) often acompanied by saphires and white diamonds (symbol of status and nobility) and other blue stones (representing varying social statuses) - Crowns have more of a ceremonial purpose, typically worn at special events - Wealth and status are more commonly expressed through fashion - especially through accessories and gemstones as some kinds are only alowed to be worn by a certain rank of people Details on Iwaizumi's Stuff: - his crown is made from iron and white gold, the iron representing his service as a night and is adorned by a grandiderite - his blade is made from crow steel (more info here) - it was a gift from Karasuno, the engraving in the blade reads Seijoh ("Blue Castle") - with the lenghts of 110cm (aprox. 43.3 inch) it is only little shorter than average, but regarding the proportions, the blade is very broad and flat - the hilt is forged like an oak tree with the crown at the base of the blade and the roots forming the handle, capturing a grandiderite at the knob - the sheath is made from hardened leather and has another gemstone worked into it at the front Details on Oikawa's Stuff: - his crown is made from silver and white gold and is made, heavily resembling his mothers - it is very rich in gems, the two center pieces being a grandiderite and a blue diamond, surrounded by littler gems and additional saphires referring to his noble heritage - it is not a full crown, but open at the back of the head so that it can be slipped around his horns and doesn't get stuck on them - while also known to be an excelent swordsman, he is famous for his archery skills and therefore is mostly envisioned with a bow - his favourite bow is made from willow wood, wich is very flexible and able to withstand his demon strenght - with 120 cm (aprox. 47.2 inch) it is a longbow, complimenting his tall stature and allowing wide shots - it has metal ornaments on it, most prodominantly the oak leaves adorning the ends of the bow - the quiver is made from leather, altough he owns another, more elaborate and show worthy made from steel
They may be better than some of the Korean boy bands I know.
Aoba Johsai introduction
They’re a boyband apparently
Haikyuu Teams According to "autocratic":
Karasuno: Kara's university
Nekoma: Melina
Fukurodani: Fujifilm Daniella
Aoba Johsai: Alba Johnson
(/Seijoh: Swing)
Shiratorizawa: Short Toru saws (Poor Oikawa)
Johzenji: Johann hi
Datekou: Satellite
Wakunan: Waking man
happy birthday Iwa-Chan!
