Petition To Change “InoKarin” To “KarIno” Because It’s Pronounced The Same Way As “carino”

The cover is bad don’t judge me for it please.

Fic is supposed to have 3-5 Chapters and should be dropping the first days of November if I have the time to write Chapter 1 soon

It seems Tumblr thinks I only like Kenhina for some reason? Hello Tumblr algorithm, I am a multi shipper, my top 5 ships are Kagehina/Shobio, Bokuaka, Kuroken, Sakuatsu, Takeukai

Fic appreciation Friday-Day 1:

Today’s fic is fly away dove by @saturnsmoontitan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45852742/chapters/115398256

It’s beautiful ShikaNeji Fluff and Angst and Hyugaa family slander, 10/10

Also it’s 27 chapters, 111243 and still ongoing in case you wanna read

HI!

In honor of finishing my first fic, I decided to post every fic I write from now on here too! Hope you Enjoy

The cute Witch boy flying outside my window (A Haikyuu fanfic)

Chapter 1: "You're supposed to be a figmet of my imagination!" aka the meetcute

Notes:

This fic is also available on Wattpad and Ao3

*English isn't my first language and in this AU Hinata isn't in Karasuno and you'll soon find out why, fic is set around the end of season 1

* English is not my first language, sorry for spelling mistakes

"Dear Diary,

I am Kageyama Tobio, the former setter of the Karasuno Volleyball team, I had just come home after losing an important match against Date Tech. I was devastated, I was sure we would have at least gotten to play against Seijoh. "Maybe our ace could have saved us! Maybe our Libero could have caught the ball!", I thought to myself trying to justify my frustration.

And then I heard it, the sound of a bell coming from outside my window. I heard that sound every night and every night I could've sworn I saw a boy with ginger hair fly on a broom past said window. This time it was different tho, the bell rang multiple times, I looked up. A boy with messy orange hair and hazel eyes was looking right at me from outside my window.

"What the fuck!?"

", I jumped back, startled. "Don't be scared! I won't hurt you!", the

ginger said "You're not real! You're supposed to be a fragment of my imagination!"

, I yelled

"I'm.flattered? Or should I be offended?" asked the boy at the window "Hell if I know!"

', I suddenly heard my older sister yell at me from the living room downstairs:

"Tobio! Shut the fuck up! It's late!" I turned around intending to respond but was interrupted by the boy at the window "Flying hero? That's a badass name!"

"Um...Thank you I guess" I answered. "You seem upset, do you...maybe... possibly....want to talk about it?"

"Who even are you?" I asked

"I'm Shoyo! And you are?" He said

"Tobio Kageyama...is Shoyo your first or last name?"

I asked

...I don't know"

I allowed Shoyo inside, he was wearing a white button up, black shorts and boots, he also had a broom with him with a little bell tied to it...he looked adorable "You should

take your shoes off indoors", I suggested, Shoyo took his shoes off to not be disrespectful. "How do you not know your last name?" I asked "I just forgot it, I've lived in the woods ever since I was little" Shoyo answered "Are you...a witch?"

, I asked

the shorty "I guess I am! ...so, why are you so upset?"

My curiosity shifted back to frustration: "I lost an important game of Volleyball...

Shoyo looked confused for a second: "What's

Volleyball?"

My eyes lit up, I started explaining everything I knew about Volleyball in great detail I barely even paused to make sure the witch was following. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, I really like talking about Volleyball." I paused myself thinking Shoyo was probably bored by my yapping. "I'm not bothered by it whatsoever! Tell me more about Spikers! They sound like they're the coolest!" It was like an arrow was shot through my heart, he didn't shame me for liking stuff like others did, no, he liked it even! I had met people like that before but he was the only one who asked follow up questions, like he was the only one that actually listened. He kept getting closer to me... why didn't that bother me? People getting all up in my business usually upsets me, A LOT!..So why did I kind of want him to get closer to me? I heard something knock at the window.

"Woodpecker!", called Shoyo.

"That's a crow, not a woodpecker" I pointed out

"I know that, silly!", he opened the window and let the bird in

"Woodpecker's his name. He's my familiar." he explained. "What's a familiar?" I asked, his eyes lit up, I guess that's how I looked like when he asked me about Volleyball. He looked so pretty. "A familiar is a spirit that takes the form of an animal and guides you through your journey with magical, it's tied to your soul and once they feel that you don't need their protection and guidance anymore they are free to live their immortal life as they please", he explained, the crow looked at me like it was trying to tell whether I'm a friend or foe. "How does he know that he's not needed? That sounds like a horrible feeling", I was curious. "It's like a sixth sense", the voice came from the

crow, I was speechless? First a witch and then a crow that sounded like a chipmunk that smokes a pack of cigarettes in the pan of two days. "Some people are so impressionable these days", complained the crow.

I was stunned by the talking crow but we got along, Shoyo was like a beam of sunshine in my room and I wished for him to never leave, it's weird, I only knew him for a few hours. He got near me, I showed him a Volleyball game I recorded and he got... touchy?

I don't know not in a bad way I guess, he lied his head on my legs at one point...why didn't I hate it? I should hate it? Right? Why did this boy I just met make me feel so...comfortable.

I don't remember how, I don't remember why,

But we ended up on my bed, talking.

I wasn't really listening, I was too busy overanalyzing every detail of his face, the way his eyes looked like honey or the way his hair fell on the pillow, his lips forming words, his freckles that were so few nobody would notice them unless they were overanalyzing his face's every detail like a creep... wait is that me? Am I a creep? No, I'm not a creep, he was all up in my face what else was I supposed to do!?

"Are you listening" Shoyo asked

"S-Sorry I zoned out" my face felt hot, was I blushing? Why would I be blushing?

"I asked if I managed to cheer you up" Shoyo repeated himself

"Oh, Yeah! I completely forgot about the match until now" I realized

"I'm glad I could help"

Notes:

Hi! Thank you for reading chapter one of my story!

It's currently 12:32pm or 00:32 if you re European like me and I have school tomorrow. Please excuse any spelling mistakes cause as you could probably tell from me saying I'm European, English is not my first language (it's Italian if you care). This is my first fic and I'm actually so excited to hit publish!

This ship means so much to me and I really hope you liked this Fic

Is it me or does Madara‘s Susanoo kinda have an hourglass?

Guys would you want to read this?

Just a sneak peek of Orochimaru being a little shit, also I decided to make this a “Madara had a change of heart and revived everyone that died during the course of the series” AU because it was too late to make this a “Nothing went wrong” AU and you can’t stop me now

Moots: @towasuki and @saturnsmoontitan

won't add anything else to it

HQ!

Hey so today I found out that Deidara is 19 and not 25 and I feel kinda icky that I’ve been shipping him with Tobi and Sasori who are 30 for almost 6 years, like Tobidei and Sasodei were two of my favorite ships and people don’t seem to care about the age gap so am I still allowed to ship them? Like I feel bad that I still like the ships