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Hot take: I think gojo would be better off just staying dead cuz I feel like he's at peace now and no longer has to be a weapon🤷
Finished up my comms so Im allowed to work on my bae again 🫶🫶🫶💖💖💖💖
Guys I'm high-key a Gojo glazer but my favorite trait about Gojo is that he's caring, towards both his friends and students. He quite literally became a teacher because he couldn't help his best friend during their highschool years so he wanted to keep what happened to Suguru not a universal experience. Although he is cocky and can be self centered at times, I believe it is also a cover up for how he couldn't help and save the person closest to him even though he is the 'strongest'.
I never really messed with Solomon so I don't know much about him but I always thought it was funny how similar they looked
Anyways here's my not asked for rant about Gojo that could go on for a lot longer but I won't 😭
I remember when a friend asked me "If you dislike Gojo, then why do you like Solomon?"
And now I can't stop thinking about it because I also don't know what to say. T-T
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Oh no no no. I can tell your friend how that works right now.
First, I feel the need to explain how I feel about Gojo in general. I was like yeah whatever at first. I appreciate that he’s pretty but he’s also a clown so I don’t care about him. But then like he kept doing things and being pretty and making me go hmm. So I ended up liking him but in an angry I wanna punch you in your pretty face kinda way. This is why when I reblog art of him I sometimes tag it with 😡😡😡 because like that art just made me want to punch him more than usual.
So while I like him it’s not at all how I like Solomon.
And here’s the difference: Gojo is op and he knows it and he’s cocky as hell. Solomon had to fight and study and live a lonely immortal life to get as powerful as he is. He knows it but he’s not cocky most of the time. (Only on occasion when he has to show off his power.)
That’s the difference in my opinion. I will also say that I haven’t finished the manga (I’m at the Shibuya incident 😭) but I’ve seen the anime and the movie.
They have a lot in common and they’re both silly little guys with white hair and too much power but they’re not exactly the same. So I think it’s reasonable to like one and not the other.
SPREADING THIS AGENDA BC OMGGG
As a fellow believer of the "Sylus and MC being lab experiments as kids" theory this art broke my heart...
My sanity leaves the room when it comes to this man
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Putting the car in park, and quickly sending out an I'm here text, he swore he found himself spiraling. Leg bouncing in a methodical rhythm as anxiety got the best of him, and brown eyes flickered to the door just outside his car window.
"Man, I think I'm already drunk," a loud voice from the back of the car rang out, followed by an, even more obnoxious, laugh.
"We're not even there yet! If you puke in this car with me in it, Bo, I'll kill you," the man next to him grumbled before shifting his eyes out the window. "Holy shit, pipsqueak, is that her?"
Seeing the frame of a woman exit the door he was previously looking at, he couldn't help but grin. A smile that pulled hard on his cheeks before looking back at his friends, "yeah!"
"My man can pull!" The loud voice returning in a cheer as he leaned, far over, Oikawa to look out the window. "Dude, you weren't kidding! She's pretty!" Before he could say anything else, he was shoved off harshly, followed by a rough "get off of me!"
"I know!" Matching the energy of Bokuto as he turned his head to look at her, "I can't believe she said yes! This is like the greatest day of my life!"
But the loud voices abruptly stopped as the car door opened and shut, the woman getting in with a smile and a soft chuckle. "I didn't know this was the greatest day of your life. I thought I was pretty boring, honestly."
Hinata's cheeks burned at her words, and his friend's laughter that followed made him sink in his seat. "You heard that?" Hands finding themselves in auburn hair as he let out a nervous chuckle.
"You were yelling, it was hard not to. But thanks." Giving him a small smile that made his heart skip a beat.
A simple statement that made Oikawa cackle with laughter at his roommate's reaction. "Holy shit! Shrimpy look at your face!"
"Shrimpy?" She asked, a laugh leaving her lips as she looked back at the brunette, "I've heard better insults from middle schoolers."
"Oh my god! Sho, she's fucking awesome!" Bokuto grabbed his friend's shoulders from behind, reaching from the backseat and shaking him. Making the man laugh in return, anxiety washing away from Bokuto's strong personality. Stark hazel eyes flickered over to her, a drunken smile upon his lips. "Tonight is gonna' be so much fun!"
One single sentence held the tone for the evening.
Brown eyes watched as she laughed at every joke, smile at him like no one else was in the room, and take his hand when he offered to dance with her - and, oh my god, were the only words in his head when she did.
Taking in every inch of her in awe was an understatement - he was a doomed man. The way she flourished in conversation with him - speaking of things that interested her, silly memories from the past, right down to outrageous stories from school - made him all but reel.
He swore he fell hard for her that night, skinning his own knees from the force of it. Finding himself walking her to her door by the end of the evening, out of generosity, and for the sole fact he simply couldn't bring himself to see the night end. He hoped this wasn't an outlandish fairytale, where she would whisk herself off at the stoke of midnight.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" The question slipping easily from his tongue just as her hand reached for the doorknob; but he watched as his hopes slipped right through his fingers as her smile faltered.
"Teaching," she said with a wry smile. "And after I'm probably gonna' sleep for the rest of the day, honestly." At least she was honest, he thought.
"Right, I'm sorry." Giving her a nervous chuckle in response after, "I did keep you out pretty late."
"Don't worry about it, I had a lot of fun."
"So did I."
It wasn't as if he expected anything from the woman, he wholeheartedly didn't even believe she would agree to going today anyway. But he felt his heart strings pull as she opened her door, stopping in the door way to give him a smile. "I'll text you, ok?"
"Alright, have a good night."
"Have a good night, shrimpy."
And just like that, she closed the door, leaving him with a silly grin on his lips.
I'm sorry for having one measly screenshot - I got really into the writing
but I am so in love with this man!!
yn changed his contact name to shrimpy <3
hinata can fucking dance oh my god
he does that really cheesy shit where he took her hand and spun her around (giggling and kicking my feet just thinking about it he's adorable)
he's down horrendously now - he doesn't care if it's been a few days
both bokuto and oikawa were passed tf out in his car and he had to shake them awake when they got home
yn was very tempted to wake up suga and tell him about how the night went
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Stardust and Sunsets
Hinata Shouyou/Reader Tags: Soulmate AU, One Shot, Fem Reader Warnings: Haikyuu!! Manga Spoilers Word Count: 2154 Synopsis: In a world with a plethora of soulmate connections, you and Shouyou share the same kind. When the time zone on your wrist changes to Brazilian time upon Shouyou’s departure, hope is rekindled in your heart that you may just be soulmates. Upon his return, you’re given the final push to take fate into your hands.
In a world where soulmates exist, it can sometimes be overwhelming to think about all the possibilities. How would one’s meeting with their soulmate go? Would they be one of those staunch believers or a jaded skeptic? Sometimes you stay up fearing for the chance that your soulmate is the latter despite your fierce loyalty towards your own connection.
There are various types of connections among soulmates, whether romantic or platonic. Yours is one written on your wrist, a common place for soulmark connections. However, what’s written on one of your wrists is not so common, as it has the letters “JST/GMT+9”, the other wrist mirroring a clock. As a child, your parents thought it was some kind of password, as it seemed to be a collection of latin symbols that made no sense. One of your parents even suggested it was a timer for until you met your soulmate, but the time would always reset at midnight. It wasn’t until an aunt of yours coming from abroad saw your marks and commented how unique it was, finally revealing its true meaning.
“Time zones,” your aunt gave a cheeky grin.
“What are time zones?” you tilted your head as you asked.
“You know how the world is a big ball? Well, in other parts of the world, they have a different time! Like when it’s evening here already, it’s still daytime there.”
“Is that why you never answer calls before noon?” Your aunt cackled, ”Exactly! It’s because it’s still sleeping time over where I am.”
However, it was wishful thinking to imagine that things would go smoothly from there. From what your aunt knew, that kind of connection was usually found in people with distances between them, making the mark an essential way to tell the location of your soulmate. But the problem was in the time zone displayed by your mark — Japanese Standard Time, GMT+9. Which means your soulmate could be anyone from the more than one hundred million people residing in Japan.
At the time, you were ecstatic since it meant your soulmate could be nearby. You excitedly shared the news to your best friend and neighbor, Hinata Shouyou.
“So it actually means the time zone of where our soulmate is? Cool!” Shouyou gave you his characteristic sunny grin.
“So that means both of our soulmates are in Japan, right?! That makes it so much easier!”
At the time, your heart fluttered at the idea that the two of you were the ones destined for each other. You would spend your days daydreaming about your future with Shouyou as your soulmate. But now as a teenager, you were cursing fate even more for the lack of a useful soulmate connection. As your classmates in high school were slowly pairing up, you were left behind with an uncommon mark that revealed almost nothing about your soulmate. Although, there was one boy you’d always secretly hoped shared your soulmark.
“I heard they have a girl’s volleyball club here! Are you going to join them?” Shouyou’s boisterous spirit was too blinding in the early morning.
“Mmmm…I don’t think I will,” you reluctantly reply. Shouyou’s gaze sharpens, those curious brown eyes fixed on your expression.
“How come? I bet you’d be a great setter if you tried out for the team!” The smile that disappeared returns to light up his face.
“I’m just not as interested as I used to be, plus I heard you have to cut your hair if you’re hoping to get any better, so I figured I’d keep my hair the same length instead.”
You didn’t have the guts to tell Shouyou that the only reason you would set to him in middle school was to keep him company. You also didn’t have the guts to tell him that you feel somewhat hurt now that he has an official setter replacing you.
“Anyway, I heard you hit the vice principal’s wig when trying out for the boy’s volleyball club!”
“What?! How’d you hear about that?! Daichi-san said we weren’t supposed to talk about it!” The blood rushes to his face as the splotchy red does nothing to hide his mortified expression.
“Oh, you know, just the rumor mill churning out all kinds of stories. I was almost sure that one wasn’t true,” you gave a light chuckle.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure most people don’t believe that actually happened,” your chuckle turns into a snicker.
“It’s all Bakayama's fault! Anyway, do you mind setting to me again later after school since you’re not trying out for the girl’s volleyball team? Kageyama said he won’t set to me until I can receive properly.”
“Then shouldn’t you be practicing your receives instead of spiking?” you looked at him incredulously.
“I’ve already been practicing my receives with Suga-san! Come on, just let me spike a few tosses!” He clapped his hands together and scrunched his face as he pleaded.
“Fine, just this once. But after this, you’re buying me ice pops!”
And just like that, your first year in Karasuno passed by like a blur. After struggling to pick a club, you were recruited by Shimizu through Shouyou’s recommendation to be a manager for the volleyball club. Not one to turn down the chance to be in Shouyou’s proximity, you enthusiastically agreed. You were glad to have another freshman with you as a manager, although Yachi seemed to be a bundle of nerves in all your interactions so far.
You were there for Shouyou as a friend through Karasuno’s loss to Aoba Johsai in the Interhigh-Preliminaries, and you were there as a manager for the team when they qualified for the Spring High National Tournament, beating Shiratorizawa by the skin of their teeth. You were there with tears of despair streaming across your cheeks when Shouyou had to be substituted in their match with Kamomedai. You stood by as you yourself struggled with words to comfort Shouyou, as Takeda-sensei gave him his own words of wisdom. You were there for him as he clutched your jacket jersey tightly, a flood of tears causing a wet patch to grow on your shoulder.
You were witness to the devastation that streaked Shouyou’s face as he had to accept that his carelessness with his own health was the reason for his team’s loss in the quarterfinals. No amount of hugs or words of comfort would be enough to soothe the sting of his mistakes. It was there in the dimly lit taxi cab that he vowed to you he’d be better, that he’d one day be the best.
“Of course you will, Shouyou. This is only the beginning of your journey to becoming the Little Giant!” You gave him a shaky smile to let him know you believed in him despite this setback. He responded with a grunt and a determined expression, his eyes still watery and red.
The next two years, they would end up qualifying for the Spring High National Tournament. In your second year, your team would stand no chance against the Miya twins as fully-fledged seniors. In your third year, they faced off with Itachiyama in the center court and landed third place in the nation.
All throughout these tournaments, through every practice match and summer camp, you were there supporting Shoyou in any way you can, whether as a manager of the team or as his best friend.
When he finally told you of his decision to study beach volleyball in Brazil, you experienced your first heartbreak.
“Do you really have to go?” You said, looking away from him, scared he’d see the tears already budding in your eyes.
“Considering my state right now, no volleyball team would take a second glance at me. I have to get better, it’s the only way I’ll get to fly on my own.” He looked across the court, but it was like he wasn’t there with you. It’s as if he’s already across the world.
“Then you better be the best. Become the best Little Giant, you hear me?!” You shouted into his ear as you embraced his shoulders before you took off running, tears streaming down your cheeks as you made your way home without Shouyou for the very first time in years.
You were there when Shouyou turned his back at the airport, finally releasing all the tension in your body and letting the tears flow unabashedly. That night, you struggled to fall asleep as the numbers on your wrist changed form unknown to you. It wasn’t until the next evening that you noticed the words “BRT/GMT-3” on one of your wrists, the time being 06:00 on your other wrist. Just in time, your phone chimed, and as you turned it on, a good morning text from Shouyou greets you.
You spend the next two years working your ass off in college and making strides in your path to reaching your own goal. All the while, it had been two agonizing years since he'd left for Brazil, two years of video calls, text messages that never quite captured his infectious energy, and a growing ache in your chest that you couldn't quite explain.
The humid Tokyo air clung to your skin as you nervously awaited Shouyou's arrival. Shouyou's plane had just landed, and you stood fidgeting by the arrivals gate, a bouquet of sunflowers – his favorite – clutched in your sweaty hands. The crowd parted, and there he was, taller, more than a touch sun-kissed, but still undeniably Shouyou with his wild orange hair and eyes sparkling like polished amber.
"Hey!" He called your name, his voice a touch deeper but still carrying that familiar, enthusiastic edge, washed over you like a wave of relief and something more. You rushed forward, ignoring the startled yelps of bystanders, and engulfed him in a hug that threatened to squish the sunflowers.
"Welcome back, you idiot!" you mumbled into his shoulder, a laugh bubbling up from your chest.
He squeezed you back, that familiar warmth spreading through you. "It's good to be back!"
The following days were a whirlwind. You filled him in on everything he missed – your gang of batchmates and how they were doing, Natsu’s budding volleyball career, and your college life so far. He, in turn, regaled you with tales of Brazil, his voice alight with passion as he described breathtaking beaches, intense street volleyball matches, and the kindness of strangers.
One evening, as the summer sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, you found yourselves perched on the familiar rooftop overlooking the Karasuno gym. You tossed a pebble at a stray can, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Shouyou," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. He turned to you, his brow furrowed in concern.
"What is it?"
Taking a deep breath, you blurted out, "I… I think I love you." The words hung in the air, heavy and awkward.
A beat of silence followed, then a slow grin spread across his face. It wasn't a cocky smirk or a frustrated grimace, but something entirely different. It was warm, genuine, and it made your heart skip a beat.
"You do?" he said, disbelief laced his voice with a touch of amusement.
You nodded, bracing yourself for rejection.
"Well," he began, scratching the back of his head in that endearingly awkward way, "I guess that makes sense. I mean, you've always been there for me, even when I was being a total dork about getting to nationals."
A blush crept up your cheeks. "And you've always cheered the loudest, even when I totally messed up a serve."
He chuckled, his eyes softening. "Exactly! We've been best friends forever, right? It's kinda weird to think of it as anything else."
The embarrassment threatened to drown you, but then he continued, his voice low and hesitant, "But... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try something new. Especially with someone who already knows all my embarrassing moments."
A smile, small and genuine, bloomed on your face. "Yeah," you agreed, meeting his gaze. "Maybe it won't."
Shouyou leaned forward, his touch tentative at first, then growing bolder as he cupped your cheek. As the last rays of the setting sun bathed you in a golden glow, his lips met yours. It was a soft, hesitant kiss, but it held a universe of unspoken emotions.
Pulling back, he grinned a palpable, elated expression that mirrored your own. "So, does this mean we can practice some new quick attacks together?"
You ruffled his hair, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "Maybe," you said, leaning in for another kiss. "But first, let's just enjoy the view."
You didn’t have to mention the fact that you might be soulmates, you both just knew. The rooftop, once a place of friendship and shared dreams, now held something more. The promise of a new beginning, a future painted in the vibrant colors of your blooming love.
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