In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.

[In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.]

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spot of joy - bananasloth - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

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Title: spot of joy
Pairing: Tsukishima Akiteru/Udai Tenma
Word count: 1285
Rating: T
Potential Trigger Warnings: mild alcohol consumption

written for @nonnegative for the @haikyuusecretsanta!

Akiteru wonders if this job was worth giving up a life he’d settled into comfortably, with friends and a city that felt like home. He sighs as he traces idle lines into the condensation on his glass of beer, looking lazily around the bar just as the one unmitigated spot of joy in his new life walks in and takes off the hood that only half managed to protect him from the beating rain outside.

Tenma looks dishevelled, with some long dark strands plastered to his face and the shoulders of his hoodie several shades darker than the rest, but he still throws Akiteru a bright smile and a cute wave when he spots him in their booth.

or:

Lately, Akiteru’s been thinking Tenma is cute. Tenma’s thought Akiteru is cute since high school.

[In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.]

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Phantom Limb - Marks - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

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New fic! Akiteru/The Little Giant, Haikyuu!!, T, 5500 words. The Little Giant rolled up seven years late carrying Starbucks and I immediately needed to write fic about him.

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As if on cue, Hinata starts bouncing up and down. He’s practically vibrating. “I can’t believe I’m going to play volleyball with the first Little Giant!” he says. “I thought you said you didn’t play anymore!”

“Ah,” Tenma says. He turns around to face the front again, unable to deal with Hinata’s sunshiney brightness right then. “I don’t really. Tsukishima-san asked and I thought it might be fun.” He twiddles his thumbs in his lap. “I couldn’t even find my old volleyball shoes until my mom said she thought they might be under my bed.”

“This will be fun!” Akiteru says. “And you can call me Akiteru. Tsukishima-san is my dad.”

“You can call me Tsukishima-san,” Kei calls from the backseat.