Maddielockser

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu!! or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Haikyuu!! is the property of Haruichi Furudate. Oni!Kageyama x Human!Reader *** Being a mythical creature is hard. Being a mythical creature in the modern world is hard. Being a mythical creature in modern Japan is hard. Being a mythical creature and blending in with humans was hard. Being a mythical creature and being unable to control a transformation during extreme situations was hard. Being a mythical creature and having all of that on top of being deeply infatuat

"Come on, you lazy dogs! We're here" coach Ukai's voice echoed in the mini van. "Huzzah! Tokyo!" Nishinoya screeched while almost falling out of the van. After helping the team unload their gear, you decided to take a walk around the facility. There were still some time to kill before the first practice match started. As you reached the back of the gym, you heard a familiar voice echo. "You idiot, you're supposed to spike it like this" It was Kageyama. You quickly hid behind a column, in a futile attempt to go unnoticed. "I am, you're the stupid one.. Hey, isn't that (l/n)-san? Oooi" the small orange-haired guy you had come to know as H

Your voice echoed through the hall. "Okay, so basically everything in your body is connected to your spinal column. If it ever gets damaged, you'll see the effects in your body, especially your legs," you lectured, drawing an arrow from a pre-drawn picture of a spine (you couldn't really draw to save your life) and connecting it to the legs. You heard the faint scratching of pencils on paper, smiling to yourself as you knew the students were taking notes behind you. Oh, the good life of being a teaching assistant. The professor had left you in charge, and you jumped at the opportunity to have authority. You felt your phone vibrate violently

Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start. He liked it. No. He loved that about you. True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not

“Asahi-san!” The Karasuno ace turned at the sound of his name to face Nishinoya. “Asahi-san, what are you doing after practice?” “Ugh, go home?” “Great!” the libero grinned. “You are coming with us!” “HUH? Who…? Where…?” Nishinoya ignored the confused male and turned his attention to Tanaka, who was staring intently outside through the door of the gym, trying to remain hidden behind the wall. “Ryuu! He’s coming!” The shaved boy jumped startled and glared at Noya, bringing a finger to his lips. “Noya-san! Keep it down! He’ll h

Last night was the last straw. You and Oikawa have to go down the drain. Of course, you still have feelings for him, but unless he changes that shitty attitude of his, god, that pride of his should level down at least a little, but you weren't backing down this fight until he realizes it himself. So when morning came, you immediately went to school. You didn't wait for that Trashykawa to show up in front of your house like he used to do every day, and you were sure he'd stop doing that, anyway. You were thankful vacation's finally over and tests were none of your concern for now, so that means there's a higher chance to avoid that Oikawa.

 //Some cute, random fluff. Fem!Reader//     Local Park  |  Oikawa Tooru - Age 10          With the flick of his wrist, the yellow and green Belco volleyball, smudged with dirt and sweat, jumped high in the air. It made a smooth 360° rotation before gravity won and it descended hurtling towards the earth at an accelerating pace. Oikawa leaped, striking his hand on the overused ball. But no one was on the other side. The volleyball pierced through the air and slammed into a deliberately placed Pepsi can. It resonated a powerful thump, before haphazardly tottering away. That serve, one that would take months to master, would've been

Oikawa couldn't sleep that night. Hell, he couldn't even sleep at all for the past weeks. There was a person that clouded his thoughts every second of the day, and throughout all the sleepless nights, not even volleyball could bring him out of it. He wouldn't call it a distraction, it's more of a way of life, now. No matter if his eyes were closed or opened, all he could think about were those (e/c) orbs or whenever he even looked at her how her cheeks would bloom to fifty shades of pink. Some would call this a crush, but Oikawa called it infatuation. He couldn't get her out of his head and it was driving him mad. But he wasn't angry because