haikyuu collection
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Atsumu might not have strayed very far from the mold that had been given to him when he ascended, but he figured that this was as good a chance as any. A good reason to begin rebelling, showing Olympus who the real Miya Atsumu was — not the goody two-shoes that everybody probably thought he was.
The real Miya Atsumu wasn’t predictable. He didn’t keep his head down and he didn’t do what he was supposed to do. He was the kind of person who’d raze an entire field down while fighting with his twin; the kind of god that’d disguise himself among mortals occasionally to win archery contests and be fawned over.
He was the kind of person who’d pursue the god of Death just because he knew it was a bad idea. And because Death was annoyingly, outrageously hot.
(apollo meets thanatos. things aren't so sunny after that.)
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- Part 1 of haikyuu collection
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If there’s one thing Sakusa Kiyoomi can rely on to make sense in the world, it’s numbers.
Statistics, percentages, pages upon pages of nothing but the outrageous sums of money that stroll in and out of some of the higher-end companies of the city. He likes having all the numbers spread out in front of him so that he can unfocus his eyes and take in the information. He likes scanning lines of texts that would make most people’s head spin and picking out the important bits.
Numbers are a certainty in Kiyoomi’s sphere, and he likes certainties.
He also likes the satisfying pop of a bullet leaving the chamber of the silenced 1911 platform his father always favored.
(sakusa is an accountant and a hitman, and atsumu isn't quite his new overly friendly coworker)
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- Part 2 of haikyuu collection
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Miya Atsumu is going to tear his hair out.
His perfectly styled, recently re-touched and toned beach-blond hair. He went the whole nine yards today, down to full formal wear because today is his daughter's high school graduation. A celebration, the perfect day that turned out to be the worst day ever because said daughter decided it would be a great idea to tell the whole family that she was going to quit volleyball after university.
“I’m probably not going to go pro,” announces Miya Kouki to the world at large. She manages to look annoyingly unbothered about the decision as she follows up the earth-shattering statement with a spoonful of tiramisu shoveled into her mouth.
To say that Atsumu freaks the fuck out is an understatement.
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- Part 3 of haikyuu collection
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Sakusa Kiyoomi is good at games, bad at people. He’s good at recognizing patterns, bad at recognizing social convention. He likes to win. He can be a sore loser at times.
The cheating was obvious. His opponent's bluffs could barely even be called bluffs, considering even Kiyoomi could read the gloating in his expression before he extended his cards. It was almost too easy to announce the trick to the class, watch as Daishou Suguru’s face turned pink then white then an interesting shade of red.
Kiyoomi is bad with people, but even he knows that people make stupid decisions when under extreme duress. They default on the familiar. They go for the safest option, blind to any other path.
It was very, very easy to win. It’s what came after that Kiyoomi can’t deal with.
The attention.
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- Part 4 of haikyuu collection
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The day Oikawa Tooru turns twenty-one is also, coincidentally, the day he encounters his first alien.
The week after, he embarks on a trip with Ushijima to find his second.
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- Part 5 of haikyuu collection
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The great thing about having a boyfriend who doesn’t have any friends is that he also never has anything better to do. Except volleyball, maybe, but they do that together so it doesn’t count.
The even greater thing about having a boyfriend who’s never had a proper friend before, much less a boyfriend, is that he doesn’t know what it’s supposed to be like. No real concept of it. Just a blank slate with a few faint scribbles from rom-coms and movies. New. Fresh meat.
Suna Rintarou knows, without a doubt, that the entire board’s going to be scrawled in black by the time he’s done.
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- Part 6 of haikyuu collection
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Sakusa Kiyoomi would like it to be stated on the record that this isn’t his style.
He doesn’t wear letterman jackets. He doesn’t wear ripped jeans. He likes masks, but only the surgical kind — not the stuffy, costume imitation of a weasel that sits on his head now. He doesn’t like mess. If he has to, he’ll kill with a gun. Not a baseball bat.
And yet. Here he is, standing in the middle of a cesspit full of blood and viscera. Breathing in the sharp, chemical scent of freshly manufactured rubber. Covered in filth, blood soaking into his clothing.
He has no idea what he's doing. He doesn't care.
hotline miami au
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- Part 7 of haikyuu collection