Takahiro Hanamaki

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35981098

Please read if you haven't!!

Chapter 3 is done, and yes chapter 3 is short. @AutumnAmbriz13

Look at this adorable picture of the Aoba Johsai boys.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31530887/chapters/78003302

Today's entries were Makki and Iwa-chan! So yesterday I mentioned that I chose the color for the decorations on Mattsun's page for a specific reason and here is why. MatsuHana! I love the ship. Their dynamic is just perfect! While decorating yesterday I had the idea to decorate Mattsun's page with a less saturated pink (kinda like Makki's hair) and Makki's page with a dark-brownish color (like Mattsun's hair). I just wanted to share why I chose those specific colors for them.

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1s4y_xGPVmQcqyc333psc-7mydkyReJECjyN8-0yU93M/edit?usp=sharing

Haikyuu!! Character Stats JournalGoogle Docs

Tomorrow's entries will be Yahaba and Watari!

(Based off the musical, but might have elements of the movie)

(I wont be posting most of it because obviously Heathers is like, explicit n stuff but I will post the 1st chapter on ao3 later and the rest on ao3 once they’re done)

(Almost done with warnings n stuff but like, if yk anything about heathers it’s a lot of bullying and slurs and so that’s a warning ig)

(I didn’t proofread this 😭 <3)

(Layout is kinda weird oops)

(Ao3 link at the bottom akanjnajakajak)

September 1st, 1989

Dear Diary,

I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are, first day of senior year. I look around at all these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?

Kenma tucked the journal under his arm once finishing his entry, dodging fights and arguments in the hallway.

Freak! Sl*t! Burnout! Bug-Eyes! Poser! Lard-*ss!

He rolled his eyes, thinking of when they didn’t know any slurs or cusses to use against each other.

// We were so tiny, happy and shiny,

playing tag and getting chased.

Freak! Sl*t! Loser! Shortbus!

He walked towards the cafeteria, groaning. Ten times the insults were tossed in the cafeteria than the hallway.

// Singing and clapping,

laughing and napping,

baking cookies, eating paste.

Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!

A scowl made its way onto his face, not sure which insults were and weren’t directed towards him.

// Then we got bigger.

That was the trigger,

Like the Huns invading Rome -

“Sorry!” His absent mind had let him get pushed into another student by some brawling jocks.

Welcome to my school, he scowled

//This ain't no high school,

This is the Thunderdome.

Hold your breath

and count the days,

we're graduating soon.

White trash!

// College will be paradise

If I'm not dead by June-

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful.

I pray, I pray for a better way.

If we changed back then,

we could change again.

We can be beautiful...

He caught a glimpse of some popular kid shoving a geek around.

Just not today.

He offered out a hand, crouching. “Hey, are you ok?”

“Get away, nerd.” He hissed, making Kenma scowl. If that didn’t tell you just how low he was on the social hierarchy, nothing else would. A nerd calling him a nerd.

Freak! Sl*t! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!

As a student got berated, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of.. guilt? Sadness? He didn’t know, but the sexuality-based insult wasn’t too exciting. He stiffened up and grabbed a tray of whatever pile of shit he was being served today.

Things will get better

soon as my letter

comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown.

// Wake from this coma,

take my diploma,

then I can blow this town.

Dream of my ivy-covered walls

and smoky French cafes…

He grimaced at the meal, trying to imagine it was some sort of delicious pastry. With a wistful, daydreaming look, he bumped into the “King”.

“Watch it! Jeez what’s wrong with you-“

Fight the urge to strike a match

and send this dump ablaze! He told himself, gritting his teeth.

Aaaaand his food was on the floor as Kageyama slapped it out of his hand. Kenma inhaled, ready to go off on him.

“Ooooops.” The tall boy smirked. Kenma balled his fists.

“Tobio Kageyama, third year as linebacker. And eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge d*ck.” He rolled his eyes, profiling him and picking what was salvageable off the ground. Unfortunately, he had to eat something.

“What did you say to me, skank?” He raised a fist at the quieter kid.

“...Nothing.” Kids like Kenma didn’t talk to kids like Tobio, let alone fight him.

// But I know, I know, I know...

Life can be beautiful.

I pray, I pray, I pray

For a better way.

We were kind before;

We can be kind once more.

We can be beautiful...

Then someone crept behind him.

“Ah!” He exclaimed before realizing it was his friend. “Hey Shōyō-”

“Hey!” He grinned, helping to collect Kenma’s food off the floor.

Hinata Shōyō, My best friend since diapers. He kept this thought in his head.

“We on for movie night?” He asked, poking Kenma.

“Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail.” Kenma have a small smile to his friend.

“I rented ‘The Princess Bride’.”

“Again? Don't you have it memorized by now?” Kenma thought the movie was fine but his friend was a bit of an addict,

“What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending.” He poked him again, tickling him a bit as he stood up with his own tray.

“HINATA SHORT-O!” Tsukishima laughed, smacking Hinata’s tray.

Kei Tsukishima, quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

“Hey! Pick that up right now!” Kenma growled, defensive of his friend.

“I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?” Tsukishima growled. Kageyama looked over his friend’s shoulder, scowling.

“Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend? You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant.”

“...You have a zit right there.”

// Dear Diary,

Why do they hate me?

Why don't I fight back?

Why do I act like such a creep?

Why won't he date me?

Why did I hit him?

Why do I cry myself to sleep?

Somebody hug me!

Somebody fix me!

Somebody save me!

Send me a sign, God!

Give me some hope here!

Something to live for!

And then of course, the Heathers had to enter, dramatic and gorgeous as always.

Oikawa, Akaashi, and Makki

// Then there's the Heathers. They float above it all.

I love Oikawa, Akaashi, and Makki.

// Takahiro Hanamaki. Head cheerleader. His dad's loaded - he sells engagement rings.

I hate Oikawa, Akaashi, and Makki!

// Keiji Akaashi. Runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but he’s the only guy who can get away with wearing makeup.

I want Oikawa, Akaashi, and Makki!

// And Tooru Oikawa. The Almighty.

I need Oikawa, Akaashi, and Makki...

//He is a mythic b*tch.

They’re solid Teflon - never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.

“I'd like to be their boyfriend.” Sugawara muttered at the next table.

That would be beautiful...

“If I sat at their table, guys would notice me.” Yachi replied.

So beautiful...

Of course Shōyō joined the conversation. “I'd like them to be nicer.”

That would be beautiful...

“I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats-“

“...”

“What the f*ck dude-“ everyone glanced over at Nishinoya.

The bell rang, signaling that lunch was over.

Kenma caught a glimpse of the trio walking into the bathroom and got an idea.

“Shōyō I’m gonna… use the restroom.”

“Ok, see ya Kenma!”

“Grow up, Akaashi. Bulimia is so '87.” Oikawa groaned as Akaashi vomited into a toilet messily. “If you get that on me I’ll kill you.”

“Maybe you should see a doctor, Akaashi…” Makki suggested, trying not to gag.

“Yeah, Makki. Maybe I should.”

“Ah, Oikawa and Makki-“ Mr. Takeda started.

Akaashi coughed out some more bile, and Kenma peeked his head out of a separate stall, before hiding away again.

“...and Akaashi. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class.”

Kenma finished scribbling out a note.

“Akaashi wasn't feeling well. We're helping him-” Oikawa pouted.

“Not without a hall pass you're not. A week's detention.”

“Actually, Mr. Takeda, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee.” He handed the faked hall pass to the teacher.

“...I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going.” He handed the slip back.

Oikawa snatched the slip as soon as he left and examined it. “This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?” It was a question but he said it like a demand.

“Uh, Kenma Kozume, call me Kenma. Look, I crave a boon.”

“What boon?” Oikawa stared skeptically.

“L-Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone…”

The 3 guys looked at each other, giggling.

Sensing a ‘no’ on it’s way, he added, “Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes.”

“How about prescriptions?”

”Shut up, Akaashi.”

“Sorry, Oikawa.”

Oikawa took a good look at Kenma’s face and sighed.

“For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.”

“And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important.”

“Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds.”

“And ya know, ya know, ya know?

This could be beautiful.

New clothes and maybe some chapstick,

and we're on our way.

We’re in a rush

And Makki, I need your brush.

Let's make him beautiful.”

“Let's make him beautiful…” Makki agreed.

“Let's make him beautiful..” Akaashi repeated.

“Make him beautiful...Okay?”

“Okay!” Kenma said.

“Be at my house tomorrow morning, loser.” Oikawa winked and led the other ‘Heathers’ away.

“What took so long?” Shōyō asked when he got back.

“..you’ll see tomorrow.”

✨✨✨

Another day, another hellish lunch.

“Out of my way geek!” Tsukishima yelled at poor Noya, holding him by his collar, ready to punch him.

“I don’t want trouble-“ he squirmed.

“You're gonna die at 3pm!” Kageyama threatened as Noya tried to push away, bumping into some girls.

“Don't you dare touch me!” Kiyoko squealed.

“Get away, pervert!” Yachi joined.

What'd I ever do to them? Noya groaned to himself.

Who could survive this?

I can't escape this!

I think I'm dying!

“Who's that with Akaashi?”

Kenma realized far too late that he did not like having all eyes on him, but it was too late to do much now.

He felt… uncomfortable yet also… attractive? Akaashi, being closest to his size, lent him a tight blue blazer over a black button up (he insisted it fit and it was just the style) and some ripped black skinny jeans.

There was a collective “Whoa.”

The trio blocked out Kenma’s body for the most part.

Oikawa, Akaashi, Makki...

“...and someone!”

Heather, Heather,

Heather...

“...And a babe!”

Heather, Heather,

Heather...

“Kenma?” Shōyō asked, peering behind the trio, who then parted to reveal the boy.

“Kenma-”

”Kenma?”

“Kenma?!”

And ya know,

ya know, ya know

life can be beautiful.

You hope, you dream, you pray,

and you get your way!

Ask me how it feels

looking like hell on wheels...

My God, it's beautiful!

And when you're beautiful...

It's a beautiful frickin' day!

Any guilt Kenma felt walking past his old table was gone in an instant, as people looked at him, talked about him, smiled at him. And not to mock him. He couldn’t remember any time he’d felt so accepted by his peers. He didn’t even mind the look on Hinata’s face as he ignored him.

Oikawa... Kenma!

Akaashi! Makki!

Oikawa... Kenma!

Kenma! Kenma!

He beamed.

Now on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/31399499/chapters/77653469