Alyss Collection of Greatest Haikyuu Fanfics completely based on my 2AM emotional bookmarks
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“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi wheezes. He thinks he hears a rib crack. “Please put me down. I can’t breathe.”
Bokuto finally lets go, dropping him on the platform. He’s wearing an MSBY Jackals t-shirt and neon blue shorts and a grin as dazzling as the sun. Akaashi squints in the sudden light, pupils dilating to accommodate a sight they haven’t seen in a long time.
“I missed you too, Akaashi!”
Or: three times Akaashi rode the train to visit Bokuto and the one time he didn't have to.
Bookmarked by hyalyss
04 Jan 2023
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This feels like a hug from a old friend
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Two years later, Yamaguchi still misses his best friend.
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- English
- Words:
- 37,571
- Chapters:
- 10/10
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 289
- Kudos:
- 1,698
- Bookmarks:
- 378
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Bookmarked by hyalyss
02 Dec 2022
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oh wow. oh wow. I don't have words it's 7am here and I just slurped this like it's the best goddam soup in the whole world. it's so breathtaking how this person writes, I felt the turmoil, the sadness tainted life with black and white. The pond, oh my God the pond. I felt like spring finally came in the end, gently hugging me. Oh wow. I had forgotten why this shipp was the synonym of comfort for me, and you reminded me of it. Thank you.
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Saito nods and taps a finger to her chin. “Ah, so, we’ve got Bokuto Koutarou, devoted to a life with an unnamed individual, Hinata Shoyo, who loves everyone but has his heart set on someone from his past, Sakusa Kiyoomi, who currently cares only for volleyball, and Miya Atsumu, adored by all but loved by none. How interesting! You definitely are a wild bunch of very different people when it comes to love!”
Atsumu’s breath hitches in his throat, and her comment kind of pisses him off, but he tries his best to smile and laugh it off. She says that like he’s unlovable, and ‘Sakusa Kiyoomi, who currently cares only for volleyball’? That seems pretty rude too, he thinks. It’s not like Sakusa’s heartless, even if he is all reserved and stuff.
He doesn’t really listen to much else of what she has to say after that, deciding that he doesn’t really like her that much, and balls his hands into fists in his pockets.
‘Miya Atsumu, adored by all but loved by none.’
Oh, the memories that brings back.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 41,193
- Chapters:
- 2/2
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- 26
- Comments:
- 566
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- 7,617
- Bookmarks:
- 1,951
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- 113,219
Bookmarked by hyalyss
23 Aug 2022
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it's unbelievable how much this fanfic mean to me. i saw myself, entirely, without taking out anything. this is something I'll treasure forever close to my heart, because it helped understand him a little better, thought it did hurt. and obviously, the writing it's amazing and sakuatsu it's written so softly that melts my heart <3
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“i’m supposed to believe that you’re a pediatric resident moonlighting as an undergraduate statistics student, spending your little free time attending my lectures for, what, fun?” sakusa asks. “lies should at least be believable.”
atsumu’s nose wrinkles. “omi-kun, yer kinda rude. i’m not moonlightin’. i‘m learnin’.”
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- Part 1 of a ph.d. and m.d. walk into a bar
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Kiyoomi has a third epiphany: Miya is, most likely, his friend. Which means that Motoya isn’t his only friend anymore, which also means Motoya is now his best friend. Kiyoomi hates it here.
Kiyoomi and Osamu are flatmates, the student life is not rose-colored, and Atsumu shows up at the most unexpected times in the most expected places. Kiyoomi is... dealing with it.
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- Part 2 of the wikiHOW series
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 46,795
- Chapters:
- 3/3
- Collections:
- 9
- Comments:
- 525
- Kudos:
- 3,492
- Bookmarks:
- 1,219
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Bookmarked by hyalyss
07 Aug 2022
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this feels like home don't ask me to elaborate