The documentation of a relationship that’s more than a brief encounter, longer than a week in summer, and closer than any distance that words can’t cross.

A collaboration with renaissance

Tetsurou wasn’t impressed – he had been, at first, at the cloak and the horns and the boots and everything. But all Oikawa did was look into his all-seeing ball and just laugh at everything he saw.

Tetsurou has been meowing for hours.

Because Tooru’s in a pleated skirt and collared shirt with a bow, kind of small on him and showing a sliver of skin. He’s even wearing the black buckled shoes. And long white socks, going up to his knees, accentuating his legs.

Tetsurou’s jaw drops.

Oikawa will drag him to parties and sometimes accidentally pay for his meal. Koushi couldn’t be happier.

Karasuno goes on tour for the first time, and Koushi finds himself a little attached to the frontman of the band they’re opening for.

a boy band AU

Tooru loves aliens. Koushi happens to be one.

Koushi concludes that he’s probably the best to handle Oikawa right now. He doesn’t necessarily dread it, but Oikawa’s now saying, “I’ll be the best you’ve ever had,” and Koushi decides that while the sober, competitive Oikawa on the volleyball court is a slightly different person, Koushi has the same small level of patience for each.