Matsukawa Issei - Blog Posts
'sup, suckers!? *lights blowtorch* The Volleyball Club sends its regards ~
(Forgive me for my sins >.< Anyway I needed to practice drawing humans a bit & get starting on my TropeFest Bingo, so have some genderbend MatsuHana ~ Can you tell that I haven’t done proper art in over 2 months and was too lazy to do anything but the bare minimum >.>? Baby steps... baby steps)
Never Change A Running System
Fandom: Haikyuu (My contribution to the @ngczine) Type: Short-Story (5.1k words) / Canon-Compliant Focus: Next Generation Seijoh Ships: no explicit mentions (but feel free to imagine the classics) Rating: General/Teen Up (for occasional swearing)
Summary: Watari is starting to think something went wrong when all the new first years are coming to him instead of Yahaba - but maybe, considering that his best friend is busy taming a certain Mad Dog, the underclassmen's fear is justified.
Or: A story about how Yahaba, and with him all of Seijoh, struggles to fill out some big footprints
Read on Ao3 -> Never Change A Running System
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“Watari-Senpai!?”
He looks up at the five first-years, presenting him with an assortment of items. The suction cup for uncovering the holes in the gym floor that harbour the net poles. The hand-full of pins used to secure the net. A whistle. An empty drink caddy. And a clipboard with nothing clipped to it.
“Yeah?”
“Where should we put this?”
Watari opens his mouth, then he stops, furrowing his brows, and looks around the gym.
Sure, he is a third-year now and technically a senpai, but still—there are other people better suited to ask such things. The captain for example. Or the vice-captain.
In retrospect, Watari should have been able to deduce the cause of their absence by simply listening.
After all, Yahaba is yelling at near peak volume, which is not nothing, but to Watari, yelling in the Aoba Johsai volleyball gym has become just another form of white noise after spending two years under the care of Iwaizumi Hajime.
His best friend has Kyotani in a headlock, shaking him viciously. The Mad Dog looks relatively unimpressed, face turned away, arms crossed over his chest, lips pursed in a silent ‘tsk’, giving short, snappy comments in response to the dressing down, which do nothing other than sprinkle oil into the fire.
Watari sighs—oh not again!
If he were a first-year, he’d not go anywhere near that either.
The peculiar case of Tadashi Yamaguchi
Fandom: Haikyuu (My contribution for the @hqurbanfantasybang) Type: Chaptered (3/3 - 40.1k words total) // Urban Fantasy AU ; University AU Focus: Unknown Species!Yamaguchi (Yamaguchi/Kuro/Bokuto friendship/support/mentorship) Ships: TsukiYama, BokuAka, KuroKen, IwaOi & DaiSuga; implied LevYaku, UshiTen, KageHina & MatsuHana Rating: Mature (descriptions of blood and injuries & explicit language)
Summary: Tadashi Yamaguchi has problems. As in: A lot. People can't stop reminding him that he smells tasty and they'd like to eat him. His best friend and he are indirectly responsible for burning down their previous university. He can't figure out how to stop turning orange whenever he's nervous, keeps hitting his antlers on the lintel and the lion's tail growing out his back seems to have developed a mind of its own. Oh, and of course there is that cute but grouchy med student vampire living across the hall who he is crushing on hard but doesn't have the courage to ask out! On top of everything he now has to transfer to a new uni and try to survive campus chaos. Luckily, a pixie with chronic bed-hair and a shapeshifter who transforms into a duck rather than an owl whenever he's upset, decide to take him on and teach Tadashi some confidence. Inbetween mysterious mentors, headless centaurs, annoyed dragons, hungry werewolves, kickboxing archangels, literal gods and sassy half-ghosts he isn't quite sure if they are actually helping his increasing anxiety attacks, but hey... it's the effort that counts, isn't it?
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Read on Ao3 -> The peculiar case of Tadashi Yamaguchi
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“So, tomorrow is the big day, isn’t it?” Yachi asks and Tadashi takes a sip of tea.
There is nothing better than a witch’s homemade tea, even if the blonde’s speciality is time-based magic and not herbology.
“Yeah,” he nods and shudders.
“You got this!” she reassures him, but her own hands clench nervously around her cup as she goes on, “I mean Central is a big uni with lots of people - you can blend into the herd and nobody will notice you, that’s good, isn’t it? It has to be good!”
“I hope you are right,” Tadashi sighs. “I still wish I could have joined your uni” - ‘If only it wasn’t a damn expensive, super fancy, private one!’
The two of them met about a year ago, in the bathroom of another uni out of town. Both of them had been invited to an application interview and both of them had been so nervous they needed to throw up. Eventually, they bonded over rinsing their mouths at the uni-sex sinks. When Tadashi was in need of a place to live, Yachi volunteered to vouch for him with her landlord who owned several flats in this building, the one he is living in now included and since it’s one of the smallest it’s surprisingly affordable.
It’s not like his family is poor, they get by quite well, but Tadashi doesn’t want to be a financial burden on his mothers any more than he already is, since his tendency to attract trouble in combination with his non-existent self-confidence has gotten him either denied or fired from every job he’s had so far.
“Me too - then I wouldn’t be so alone in my design classes anymore,” she frowns into her cup. “But doesn’t Tsukishima-San goes to Central as well? Maybe you could stick to him and - oh”
From the look on his face, she must have deducted that plan already went down the drain - rather spectacularly if he might say so. Yachi is well aware of Tadashi’s crush on the blond vampire. He appreciates her attempts to help and her encouragements every time he gets flat out ignored in his attempts to organise something that could count as a date if you just squint hard enough!
Rise of a King
Fandom: Haikyuu (My contribution to the @olympicsbang) Type: Nonlinear Novella - 30.1k words // Athlete AU Focus: Fencer!Oikawa Ships: IwaOi ; MatsuHana ; mentions of UshiTen, DaiSuga & AsaNoya Rating: Teen and Up/Mature (contains “adult jokes” but nothing graphic)
Summary: Oikawa Tooru is not a genius - in fact, he despises being labeled one. Who ever got the impression, that being a spoiled brat is such a great thing? Everything HE has achieved comes from hard work and Oikawa wants the god damn credit for every single drop of sweat he put into it! But perhaps Tooru is a little bit biased - after all, his bright future as a gymnast went down the drain rather spectacularly after injuring his knee beyond repair. And yet here he stands, sword in hand (literally) and he will fight for his dream of olympic gold to the very last. Dating a very hot Ice Hockey player and having a dope teammate with too large eyebrows and a never ending supply of fun and memes don‘t exactly hurt his motivation either.
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Read on Ao3 here -> Rise of a King
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