Haikyuu Memes - Blog Posts
Here we have ushijima in his natural habitat with his two children of his. 😂👌🌾🐄🧑🌾
same energy but hits different
I as a species of the homo sapiens kind find it very difficult to climb stairs but very easy to come down and WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH GRAVITY
So i relate to Kenma when he said why the fuck does gravity even exist 😫
I as a species of the homo sapiens kind find it very difficult to climb stairs but very easy to come down and WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH GRAVITY
So i relate to Kenma when he said why the fuck does gravity even exist 😫
Oikawa Tooru felt a bit dizzy behind his eyes. Maybe the gymnasium lights were too bright.
Or maybe it was her—standing there, just here for your brother Yahaba’s match—lingering by the bleachers after the game, fingers curled around his water bottle like you had every right to be there [you did], and no right to make his pulse stutter [you absolutely did].
Oikawa noticed the exact moment you walked in. Of course he did; he had a sixth sense for these things—he could read the shift in air pressure before a serve, the angle of Iwaizumi’s exasperated scowls, and especially, the gaze of a pretty spectator watching him with quiet intensity that made his skin prickle.
And now, despite his legendary focus, his brain short-circuited like bad Wi-Fi.
Badum.
His heartbeat was obnoxiously loud, the kind of dramatic thud that belonged in a shoujo manga, not in his stupid chest. He tightened his grip on the volleyball, knuckles whitening.
Focus. Serve. Ace. Repeat.
But then—then—you looked up. And smiled. At him? No. No, definitely at Iwaizumi, who was stretching behind him like some muscle-bound shoujo rival. Not that Oikawa noticed. Or cared. Obviously.
“Oikawa!” Coach barked. “You’re up.”
Right. Serve. He could do this. He’d done it a thousand times.
He tossed the ball, leapt—
—and his knee almost buckled when your voice cut clean through his focus.
“Nice form, Oikawa.”
The ball sailed straight into the net. thwap.
Silence.
“Wow,” Iwaizumi deadpanned. “That was embarrassing even for you.”
Oikawa’s cheeks burned. “A fluke!” he declared, flipping his hair. “The air was... wrong. And my shoelaces were—”
“You’re staring at [Name] again,” Hanamaki stage whispered.
“I’m not—!” But his traitorous pulse was already sprinting ahead without him. And it only took one sentence from you to prove him wrong.
“Oikawa.” Your voice, closer now. Too close. He turned—and there you were, tilting your head, a little frown on your face that flipped his stomach inside out.
He couldn’t say when you started affecting him. You were just supposed to help him with notes, as class president, catching him up after missed lectures. So why did your voice shake him more than a punch from Iwaizumi?
maybe it was because he was a keen observer..? He noticed how your pen would hover over the edge of his messy notes, then burst into doodles—bunnies in jerseys, a stick-figure Yahaba mid-sneeze—but you’d freeze when given a blank page.
How you empathized with everyone—the teacher, rivals, even the cranky lunch lady—but turned into a flustered mess when he thanked you. Left ink-smudges on your cheek he ached to wipe away.
And the way you bit your lip trying not to laugh at his dumb jokes, turning your lower lip a soft, tempting pink.
Oikawa Tooru knew exactly why he liked you. He was doomed.
“Are you okay? You look tiptop—just like you do on TV.”
The gym air turned to concrete in his lungs. His brain screeched to a halt like a buffering video.
TV.
TV.
TV.
“…TV?” he croaked, voice cracking like an old vinyl record.
You spun Yahaba’s water bottle cap between your fingers. “Yeah, I caught your match while flipping channels.” A pause. “Right when you said that thing about—”
Oikawa’s entire life flashed before his eyes.
Please no.
“‘If you’re gonna hit it,’” you quoted, eyes crinkling, “‘hit it until it breaks.’”
Nuclear silence. Iwaizumi looked like chrismtmas came early“She knows your catchphrase,” he grinned.
“IT’S NOT A—” Oikawa clutched his hair, executing The Exact Flip mid-panic. “I WAS FIFTEEN! IT WAS METAPHORICAL!”
“Sounded pretty literal before the Shiratorizawa match,” Matsukawa said casually.
“With tears in your eyes,” Hanamaki added.
You blinked. “Wait, really?”
“NO!” Oikawa shrieked, voice hitting frequencies only dogs could hear. “THEY’RE LYING—YOU GUYS I SWEAR TO—”
Through the chaos, you smiled. Soft. Infuriating. “I thought it was cute. Kinda cool, too.”
Oikawa’s brain blue-screened.
Because that was the worst part. You liked it. You remembered him. And now his heart was pounding loud enough to echo across the entire prefecture. He likes you. Oikawa tooru likes you.
“Aw,” Hanamaki cooed. “Captain’s blushing.”
“I’M NOT—!”
“Wait, wait,” Matsukawa cut in, eyes gleaming.
“[Name], you do know our captain has this weird habit of staring at the bleachers during timeouts, right?”
You blinked. “Huh?”
"Like he's looking for someone" Hanamaki singsonged.
Oikawa made a sound like a deflating balloon. “You all just lost your bestfriend priveledges.”
“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi said solemnly, “just admit you like that she watched—”
“NO!” Oikawa lunged, spectacularly missing as Iwaizumi dodged.
“HE DOES THAT,” Hanamaki told you brightly, “when he’s—”
Oikawa’s shoe connected with his shin.
LOSER MEN ON TOP UGHHHHH.
Pov you're oikawa after Aoba Johsai lost the match:
You hear someone loud footsteps and the slamming open the door. You see the horrifying sight of......
i manifested stonks kuroo like 5 months ago?!!? but it flopped anyways he's here to do sum business
this lil kitty is shy🤌😺
sum kodzume doodles,, cursed artblock prevents me from creating something worthwhile so while i wallow in inactivity pls accept my humble offering
Oikawa and Atsumu would be best friends who thought the other one was a bitch in the start, but then they will bond over their shared hatred for Kageyama.
It's happening guys! This is not a drill! OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING!
We are getting Haikyuu timeskip! We are getting Brazil Hinata and the infamous selfie! WE ARE GETTING THE MSBY 4! WE ARE GETTING SAKUATSU! OH MY GOD WE ARE GETTING JVA KURO AND SUGAR DADDY KENMA! Athletic trainer Iwaizumi Hajime!
Do you ever think about how 22-23 year old professional athletes all over 6 feet tall call the other athlete who is 192 cm tall "Omi Omi" or are you normal?
i make memes sometimes
please don’t come for me if this has been done before it’s like 1 am i’m tired :(
listen as much as i love osamu
me being the picky eater that i am, i feel like he'd get so annoyed
osamu: bruh you haven't even tried this yet, how tf do u know it tastes bad??!!
me: i just know!!!
ppl say morning voices are hot but like ... who wakes up in the morning and think 'ah, i wanna talk'???11
imagine being so hungry you die, couldnt be me
- bokuto, probably
yall i just realized something
kenma and kuroo have been bestfriends since childhood
kuroo has an ugly ass laugh
he also is someone who likes to joke around
so imagine
little kuroo and little kenmar are playing video games or volleyball
and whenever kenma would make a stupid mistake and die in games (cuz lets be honest, he wasn't born out of the womb as a professional gamer) or when he can't receive properly and gets hit in the face
kuroo laughs at him
that horrible fucking laugh that sounds like drugged mule
this went on for all their lives
kenma makes a mistake, kuroo laughs at him
so it wouldn't be surprising if kenma could perfectly execute kuroo's laugh
like imagine kenma doing an impression of kuroo's laugh to hinata
his voice would be lighter than kuroos but the impersonation is so good that it scares kuroo when he calls for kenma but instead hear his own flipping laugh
do you think the miya twins went through the same phase together or
me watching a volleyball match on t.v: huh, so they do fall on their bums...