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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

PLAY BALL! For this round, we'd like you to take inspiration from songs, sayings, poems, and other kinds of famous words.

Because this is our first full round, please read this post carefully before proceeding!

This round ends at 7PM on June 13 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: "Hi-ho, Kermit the Frog here!" -Kermit the Frog
- The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Yachi & Kiyoko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Yachi/Kiyoko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
You cannot fill your team's prompts or your own prompts.

FORMAT

Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!

For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:

First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

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Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutaro, Haikyuu!!

"You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not." - Jodi Picoult

Edited 2015-05-31 10:17 (UTC)

im glad for the asw prompts
and im glad for this prompt

screams at own ass :v

sweats
sweats 10 thousand sweat drops

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!!

Someday when I grow up
I'll have already forgotten about my memories with you
Even if you end up liking someone else again
Don't even whine

Someday when you grow up too
You'll have forgotten all the promises you made with me
Even if you end up liking someone else again too
I can't be nothing to you now

― True - KK

Kageyama & Sugawara, Haikyuu

"Yes, yes! I am in heat!"
"No [Kageyama], you're on fire! You mean on fire!"
- Xiaolin Showdown (context)

(I am imagining a comic/art fill but obvs go wild and do whatever~~)

LAURA!! WHO ALLOWED YOU TO HURT ME LIKE THIS!!! WHO ALLOWED YOU TO DO THIS TO ASANOYA

THANK YOU BUT PAIN

NOYA CONFESSING IT WHILE ASAHI SLEPT... JUST END ME

oikawa tooru/sugawara koushi, haikyuu!!
specifically for aro :)c

i hope before the night is through
one fumbled touch will finally hit the spot

you've got everything going for you
so i'll go for you with everything i've got

(right here, the best days of our lives)
(is this coincidence or a sign?)

— the academy is..., "after the last midtown show"

i hate u

(silently. keeps. tab open.)

Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

“If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony: in a car on the way to the airport; or as a gray bedroom fills with dawn, one lover watching the other; or as two strangers stand together in the rain with no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don’t know then. But later you realize — that was the moment.

And always without words.”

— Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter

SHOUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Laura why

Major content tags: None
Words: 851

(hella gay lil fic courtesy of my hella gay lil heart)

I love you.

Which one of them said it? Was it really said? Hajime stares at Oikawa, and Oikawa stares back, and he waits for a clue, tries to pull the voice behind the words and match it to the two he knows best to figure out what he should do next, bangs desperately around his empty head for something to say.

Oikawa doesn’t give him that chance. He smiles, one of the worst, fakest smiles Hajime’s ever seen. “Don’t mind, Iwa-chan! I’ll get over it.”

“Oikawa—”

“Anyway I promised my mom I’d clean my room today and you know how she gets, so I have to go! See you!” And he’s running off.

Hajime takes three steps and stops dead. Oikawa disappears around the corner. He’s only a street away, but that distance grows too big for him to traverse. He stands, staring at the ground for a minute, then moves over numbly to slump down on the curb with his head between his knees.

What was that reaction? He just blanked out for thirty seconds. Of course Oikawa would react that way. He doesn’t often show his true feelings to people, unless he’s angry, but this wasn’t anger. This was something much more vulnerable. Hajime couldn’t even pull himself together in time to say something, anything. A simple, dumb, ‘Me too.’

What the hell is he doing sitting on the street then? All the times he imagined saying those same words to his best friend that his best friend said to him— Sometimes those stories ended badly, but they never began with Oikawa saying what he just said, and they certainly didn’t end with Hajime saying nothing at all.

So he’s not going to say nothing at all.

What are you so afraid of?

He jumps up off the curb and runs the six blocks to Oikawa’s house, arrives breathing hard, heart pounding, but mostly not from exertion. He knocks hard, maybe a little too hard, and feels guilty when Oikawa’s mom answers it, looking a little concerned.

“Oh, Hajime. Did you and Tooru have a fight? He seemed upset,” she says. If Hajime knows Oikawa, which he does, he probably told his mom not to let him in, but she wouldn’t ever deny him.

“I need to talk to him,” he says, chest still heaving slightly. “Please, it’s important.”

She frowns slightly, looking behind her, but Oikawa’s not there. “Okay, come in.”

He forces himself not to run up the stairs or down the hall. Oikawa’s door isn’t even locked, so he pushes it open, trying to ignore how warm he feels. There’s no reason to be nervous now, except that he’s made an ass of himself, but he’s done that in front of Oikawa a million times before.

“Oi, I wasn’t done talking to you, Trashkawa.”

He’s curled up in his bed, under the covers, and he pulls his pillow over his head. There’s a muffled, “Go away, Iwa-chan, I just want to be alone.”

Hajime sits on top of him, pinning him down, and yanks the pillow away. Oikawa’s eyes are red, but dry, and he glares up at him, looking morose. “You can’t just say something like that and run away.”

“What was I supposed to do?” His voice is quiet and low, bitter.

Hajime scowls, defensively. It keeps running through his head—the words Oikawa said, that he should just say back. It’s clear, it would be easy that way. “You didn’t let me say—” He chokes on his own words.

Oikawa just stares at him.

Hajime takes in a deep breath, as subtly as he can. They say actions speak louder than words.

He shuts his eyes and leans down, not stopping until his lips make contact with Oikawa’s warm, soft skin.

He was kind of off the mark. He hit his cheek to the side of his mouth, and he feels his face heat up. “Wh—” Oikawa starts. Hajime quickly moves over, praying that Oikawa won’t keep talking, but the moment’s already ruined anyway, he supposes.

He breaks away after a few more seconds, face surely fully red now, but still manages to look down at Oikawa.

He starts laughing.

Hajime straightens up defensively. “What?!”

“You missed!”

Hajime grabs the pillow and smothers him with it. Oikawa tugs at it until he worries he might actually murder him and moves it away, but he regrets it because he’s still laughing.

Eventually he quiets down, and Hajime is struck by how unguarded he looks right now, smiling gently, hair slightly messier than he usually keeps it. He looks beautiful. Hajime swallows.

“Was that your first kiss?” he asks.

“You already know the answer to that!” Hajime is tempted to smother him again when he starts giggling.

“It was cute.”

Hajime frowns, and feels his face is no less red. “Quit smiling at me like that.”

“But I’m happy!” He pauses, and then squirms a little. “But can you get off? You’re heavy. You should stop eating so many snacks, Iwa-chan.”

Hajime hits him with the pillow, but he’s happy too.

Abe Takaya/Mihashi Ren

If it's a broken part, replace it. If it's a broken arm then brace it. If it's a broken heart, then face it.

- Jason Mraz

no spoilers/major warnings | 1850 words

It starts on a train, between half a carriage of tired businessmen and self-absorbed schoolgirls on the way back from tuition. Crowded. 8:40pm. The crowd jostles Sousuke's sore shoulder and he feels his brows draw further beneath the brim of his black baseball cap. He tries to turn away from the press of bodies, tries to stick as close to the cool metal of the carriage wall as he can, but it's a bit hard with how broad as his shoulders are. Then a silhouette cuts into his halogen light.

Sousuke looks across—and up, ever so slightly—into the stoic face of a guy around his own age. Maybe 190cm. A dark olive gaze looks back at him, steady.

"What are you doing," Sousuke says. It's not too often that guys on the train get into his personal space. It's not too often that they're taller than him. Sousuke might still be a shade broader across the back, even with his arm in a sling, but they're probably around the same weight. The same muscle-to-mass ratio.

"The strong should protect the weak," Mr. Stoic says.

Sousuke narrows his eyes, unimpressed. Sure, he's just on his way back from seeing a sports injury specialist, but Mr. Stoic doesn't know that. "Did you just call me weak." Sousuke keeps his voice low, just a suggestion of violence. They're on a train, after all. In public.

Mr. Stoic seems to shrug without moving. "It is different on the court, of course. I show none of my opponents mercy. But you are injured." A pause. "I am Ushijima Wakatoshi."

"I didn't ask," Sousuke tells him but then pauses too, because his mother would be ashamed if she heard him. Hell, even Rin would ask where his manners were. "Yamazaki Sousuke."

Ushijima nods. "I play volleyball."

I don't care. "I swim." Technically, swam.

"Ah," Ushijima says. He gives Sousuke's damaged shoulder a once-over. "Rotator cuff tear?"

Sousuke feels a sour taste colour his words. "Who knows." Probably.

"I see."

Ushijima stops talking then and, Sousuke, with nothing else in his field of vision but Ushimjima's strong jaw, drops his gaze a little, weary. At least he's not being jostled anymore. Ushijima stands steady as a rock on their moving train, hand pressed to the carriage wall by Sousuke's ear.

He smells like deodorant and a quick, post-training shower; decked out in a black, red and white tracksuit uniform that has JAPAN emblazoned beneath their national flag just left of the zip. A national-level player? Another high-flyer, then... just like Rin. Just like Sousuke had once been. And didn't that just figure.

The train lurches to the side around a bend and a grab-handle swings gently into Ushijima's temple. Startled, he turns—it swings again and taps him between the eyes. Ushijima blinks. Sousuke feels a smile creep onto his face watching the scene play out. "You aren't local, are you?" he says. No self-respecting skyscraper from Tokyo would let himself be ambushed by the grab-handles in front of train doors.

Ushijima frowns, shifting minutely away from the grab-handle. Closer to Sousuke. "...my school is located in Miyagi," he says with a trace of stiffness.

"You're training here?" Sousuke supposes. Tokyo should be where all national-level athletes gather, after all.

Ushijima nods.

"Where are your teammates?"

A frown tugs down the sides of Ushijima's mouth. "They have gone drinking because it is Friday, despite the fact we have another training session from 6 in the morning tomorrow."

Sousuke raises a brow. "Wouldn't they be suspended if they were caught?" He pauses in thought. "You are with the Under-20's, aren't you?" Though Ushijima's face is by all appearances made of stone, there's a juvenile light to his competitive eyes that Sousuke feels resonate with himself. He would guess eighteen, nineteen...

"Eighteens," Ushijima confirms. "It is for that reason I will not join them."

Sousuke chuckles. Ushijima is not only a stick in the mud, but also old-fashioned. "So you're free 'til 6 in the morning tomorrow?"

Ushijima raises one brow but nods anyway.

"I'm staying at a hotel near Ikebukuro station," Sousuke says, a grin resting lopsided on his face. "Twin share, no roommate. Come over if you've got some time tonight. Or stay over if you want."

Ushijima seems to have a quiet fight with himself, brows knotting. He glances at a—assumedly his—large duffle on the luggage rack behind Sousuke's head. He looks at his hand against the carriage wall, frowns a little more to himself and says, at great length, "...my room mate is... disrespectfully noisy. Last week he returned at 3am on Saturday morning." Raising his gaze back to Sousuke's, he says, resolved, "I shall accept your invitation. Allow me to pay for half the cost of the room."

Sousuke shakes his head, waving Ushijima off—a small gesture with his good hand. "I'm in this sling until my next appointment. Just help an injured guy out for a night and we'll call it even."

Ushijima nods. "Understood. It is a deal."

*

Sousuke isn't sure what Ushijima is expecting, but a guy doesn't ask a guy if he's got some time tonight for no reason.

"Allow me to help you with that," Ushijima says, offering to take Sousuke's backpack on their way out of the station.

"It's alright, I've got it," Sousuke says—but pauses not ten minutes later in front of the door to their room for the night (after just one wrong turn along the way). He's still got his bag in hand, and he could easily just put it down but—"Ah. The keycard..."

"Where is it?" Ushijima says.

"My left back pocket."

Ushijima doesn't have any qualms about slipping his sizable left hand down the curve of Sousuke's ass, so Sousuke takes his chances.

"Go ahead," he says, once they've stepped inside. He toes off his shoes and sets his backpack down next to his bed. "I'll join you in the shower. Just give me a minute."

Ushijima pauses in the narrow space at the end of his own bed, eyes tracking transparently from Sousuke's face to his shoulder, to the change of clothes he's methodically pulling from his trundle bag in the closet, piece by piece.

"Don't worry, I'll manage," Sousuke says with a crooked smile. Ushijima nods and retrieves his toiletries and towel from his bag before disappearing into the bathroom. The door closes. The lock doesn't click. Sousuke shakes his head, the half-smile still on his face. He's gotten lucky for once. Ushijima's a good guy.

The shower is barely big enough for the both of them, toe to toe, but that suits Sousuke just fine. It's novel, almost, having to lean up just the slightest bit for a kiss. He slides his hand through the short hair at the back of Ushijima's neck and Ushijima humours him, leaning down.

It feels different from the handful of times Sousuke's messed about with members of his Tokyo swim club. Ushijima's just as toned, just as strong as any of them, maybe even stronger, but doesn't smell the slightest bit like chlorine. For once, at the very heart of it, Sousuke doesn't feel like he's got anything to prove. This is just a one night stand. Ushijima Wakatoshi isn't a name he thinks he'll remember in ten years' time—hell, in two.

The shower wall's cheap plastic presses cool against Sousuke's shoulders, warming fast under the heat of his skin, the press of Ushijima hip-to-chest before him and the low, hot rise of his cock beneath; Ushijima's arm around the small of Sousuke's back.

Ushijima kisses like he looks, hard and intense, solid and practical. It makes Sousuke's jaw ache in a good way, makes him try to give as much as he gets, even if he can't quite manage it. This time. His shoulder throbs.

"Can I?" Ushijima says, the flat of his palm pressed low against Sousuke's stomach, sliding lower.

"Yeah," Sousuke breathes against Ushijima's mouth. He's been waiting for this, dying to release some of the tension built since walking away from his team, since hearing his coach tell him not to come back until he's ready (I was born ready), since being unable to swim.

Ushijima's strong, calloused left hand feels so good. He strokes them together, roughly, and Sousuke's breath grows ragged. He breaks away from Ushijima's mouth and leans his head back in the shower mist that surrounds them, feels the lightness of the spray on his skin. Ushijima leans down and presses an oddly gentle kiss to Sousuke's left shoulder—and another.

Sousuke curses. "Fuck, Ushijima. What are you doing..."

"Nothing," Ushijima says, straightening back up. He grips Sousuke's hips and roughly turns him around. Sousuke barely has time to brace himself against the wall before Ushijima shoves his legs together, slapping Sousuke's thighs so he can't miss the hint, and shoves his dick into the gap between them.

That... that feels really good, too, Sousuke thinks vaguely, pressed up against the shower wall, cheek to the cheap plastic and Ushijima's arm wrapped strong around his waist, holding him steady against the slap of their skin and the force of his thrusts, the slide of his dick under Sousuke's ass and the press of its head into his balls. The sure grip of his left hand draws low sounds from Sousuke's throat. Sousuke lets his hips buck ineffectually and just. Remembers to breathe. He feels like drowning. It's been a while since he's felt able to let someone else take control.

*

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Ushijima asks into the darkness.

Sousuke counts two more of the faint, dancing stars behind his eyelids before looking up to stare at the ceiling. "Nothing," he says, feeling blank. "Doctor's appointment in the afternoon."

"Alright," Ushijima says, sounding resolute. "Then I won't wake you when I leave."

"We'll see," Sousuke says, thinking it unlikely. But when sleep finally comes for him it's the deepest, soundest rest he's had in months and it's well into the midday by the time he finally stirs. Ushijima is long gone.

On the small table between their beds is a note on the back of a receipt, in left-sloping handwriting.

Yamazaki.

I would curse my fate if I lost the use of my left arm.
May you make a full recovery.
May we meet again on a national stage.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

No number, no nothing.

"Idiot," Sousuke mutters, balling the note into his right fist. He tosses it into the waste paper basket. It's not as if national-level swimming and volleyball sports centers are ever in the same building. It's not as if, in a few weeks' time, Sousuke will in all likelihood leave Tokyo and the competitive swimming world behind.

Idiot.

He's so tired. Weary.

Laying back down on his unfamiliar bed, he thinks of Rin and dreams of relays. He thinks of the anti-inflammatories he's taking and the specialist he's seeing in a few hours. He thinks about subacromial steroid injections and the idea of surgery and rehab and more rehab and the name of Ushijima Wakatoshi and wonders, sometimes, why there are no such things as second chances.

Hikaru/Akira (Hikaru no Go)

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt, This is My Story

nsfw (sexual content), 465 words

okie dokie

--

The streets are filled with the evening crowd, a noisy push from all sides, but when Kageyama sees him, the easy elegance of the figure walking in his direction, everything seems to fall away to white noise and nothingness. It’s that particular smile, just for him, a crack in Oikawa’s otherwise flawless charm, a smile that’s smug and petty and beautiful. It’s a smile that’s looking for a fight.

Oikawa doesn’t have to say a word, but Kageyama follows him anyway.

Later he’ll tell himself that it was the hands, the long elegant fingers, strong and sure and everything he’s ever admired, bringing him breathless, in his hair and in his mouth, pressed against his wrist hard enough to bruise. He’ll tell himself that everything he wants to learn, he wants to learn from Oikawa, and that the press of Oikawa’s mouth, a kiss with too much teeth, is what he was looking for every evening he stayed at practice late, working through a frustration he couldn’t pin down. He’ll tell himself it’s the lilt in the way Oikawa says his name.

(Not always mocking, not always cruel. Kageyama tells himself this.)

They aren’t children anymore, boys playing at games of envy and pride. So when Kageyama breathes Oikawa’s name into the sheets, hands clutching at them as he tries to relax around the third finger, slick with lube, that Oikawa has slipped inside him, Kageyama wants to tell himself that this is good enough. “Oikawa-san,” he tries to say again, words wrapped around a moan, because when has anything ever been good enough between them, but Oikawa just uses the other hand to push Kageyama’s face into the bed, presses his fingers inside Kageyama so completely that he ruts desperately against the mattress. Oikawa is still dressed in shirt and slacks, but Oikawa never fucks him with anything but his fingers; he once said that he hated getting his hair mussed up, but Kageyama still isn’t sure if it that was a joke or not.

Afterward, when Kageyama lies spent in the mess of sheets and spit and come on Oikawa’s bed, he tries again. “Oikawa-san,” he starts, a hand reaching for Oikawa who sits on the edge of the bed, always just a little out of reach.

“Tobio, don’t you ever learn. Are you always this useless and stupid.” Oikawa flips the sheets over Kageyama’s head, muffling him, and laughs at the indignant squawk that Kageyama makes. But when Kageyama eventually pulls the sheets off his head, he finds that Oikawa has settled in alongside him, lying on his back and flipping through his phone; Oikawa’s tongue sticks out a little as he reads his emails. Kageyama doesn’t say anything, but Oikawa tells him to shut up one more time, just in case.

Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi (Haikyuu!!)

I’m too hot (hot damn)
Called a police and a fireman
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Am I bad 'bout that money
Break it down - Uptown funk

Nanase Haruka / Tachibana Makoto

"Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum." -Hamlet.

I'M QUOTING SHAKESPEARE LOLOLOL. IM HIGH IGNORE LOL.

Matsukawa Issei/Oikawa Tooru, haikyuu!!

"Please, go ahead, do it so rough there’s no time to breathe. I wanna be destroyed with us as we are right now." ― LUVORATORRRRRY!, GigaP

Oikawa Tooru / Yamaguchi Tadashi
–or– Shimada Makoto / Yamaguchi Tadashi [Haikyuu!! *underage]

“So you think you know, think you know,
.Think you know better?
.Is it just because, just because
.You’re older and wiser?

“Don’t you know, don’t you know?
.You don’t get smarter,
.You’re the same as you started, you just jump a little higher.”

– Taller Children, Elizabeth & The Catapult (x)

ahh, I'm so bad at tagging for content... there should probably be an underage warning here? I'm so sorry

oh god I wish I could do fills for my own team THIS IS BEAUTIFUL (also tajimiha yisss)

Ushijima Wakatoshi/Iwaizumi Hajime, Haikyuu!!

"And as long as I got my suit and tie
I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things" — Justin Timberlake, Suit & Tie

Edited 2015-05-31 11:40 (UTC)

Iwaizumi/Oikawa (Haikyuu)

Love is still lingering in my room
Before the memory becomes real, in a moment
It felt like you were in front of my eyes

Around me (loneliness is spreading)
The vision (is being blurred by tears)
A sentence "I love you", I left it deep in the bottom of my heart and put it on the tip of my lips
- Blue Tomorrow, Super Junior M

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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Bonus Round 1: Quotes

PROMPT: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Oikawa Tooru

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM LOVE LIVE!

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

Prompt: Team Haikyuu!!

Re: FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: T

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

PROMPT: Team Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM TSUKISHIMA KEI/YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

Re: FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: T

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

PROMPT: Team Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, E

PROMPT: TEAM HAIKYUU!!

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, E

PROMPT: TEAM HAIKYUU!!

PROMPT: Team Matsuoka Rin / Nanase Haruka

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

PROMPT: TEAM HAIKYUU!!

Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, E

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ABE TAKAYA/MIHASHI REN

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

Prompt: Team Haikyuu!!