I want to Beheeyemlieve

[indigo_league]

Who: All affected!
Where: Inside a dream, a memory.
When: Halloween night!
Summary: Log for the 2021 Beheeyem Halloween event
Rating: Many of these memories may involve experiences that could be distressing. Please make sure to read the individual CWs for each top level. Also, make sure to tag your own top levels accordingly.

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hitoka yachi | haikyuu!

[chirpier]

yachi memories on demand! HAIKYUU!! is a simple story about high school volleyball, nothing dark or too deep; please do get in touch with me through either pm, liberos or even just comment here if you'd be interested in something sweet and comedic, and i'll set you up with a randomized surprise!

for the canonblind, here are some short samples on what to expect!

— new manager
— bath talk
— studying

@kazuki

[chirpier]

[ the delicious, crisp smell of an afternoon community barbecue . . .

a community of massively tall volleyball players, that is. grab a plate, everyone seems friendly and even occupied enough not to notice— heck, you're probably one with the crowd right now. boys dig in like hungry animals while girls . . . also dig in! ah, one even steals an entire plate of rice balls! they're mostly in a corner of club managers making more rice balls and cutting watermelons, while the rest of the guys in gym jerseys and running shorts are at it, building mountains of edibles on their plates.

yachi can be found somewhere in there— she's small, for one! very small, so you might even miss her if it weren't for the strike of blond hair . . . and her palpable cowering. she's terrified for some reason, and since this is her memory, you'll probably hear exactly what she's thinking:

it's a titan jungle! they're huge! I'm so hungry though, it all smells so good— but what if I lean over and they cook me by accident?! what if i'm eaten?! ]

[forsaintcecilia]

[To be honest, Kazuki hasn't felt more at home since, well... He was home!]

[He may be a musician now, but he spent most of his childhood ingrained in sports. He had some experience with sports clubs. And while the Pokemon world was very similar, it was nice to be back in Japan. There was definitely something to be said about hearing your own language, and smelling the food of your school days.]

[If it weren't for the strange circumstances, he would have thought this was an entirely regular dream!]

[That's just how guys that play sports are! I don't think you'll get eaten, but you might lose a finger if you aren't fast enough.]

[chirpier]

ACK—!

[ someone spoke back to her in her mind and not only freaked her out, but freaked her out twice after saying something about losing her finger?! yachi holds her hashi and dish very close to her chest now, and says out loud, enough for some men to turn their heads and stare at her: ]

M-my fingers don’t taste good! They don’t have any meat on them either it’s not worth the trouble—!!

[forsaintcecilia]

[Kazuki couldn't help but laugh, then leaned over a little-- She was so short, after all-- and waved to catch her attention.]

I was just kidding. I don't think anyone wants to eat your fingers.

[chirpier]

I-I mean—

[ oh, god that was embarrassing. and when she finally sees where the wave is coming from— ]

AaaAAHH Kazuki!! [ yachi bows her head, with her plate, ] I’m sorry that was so stupid—!!

[forsaintcecilia]

Ah-- Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you! [He puts up both hands now, in a conciliatory gesture.] It's okay, really! Just a joke!

@mikasa

[chirpier]

[ a group of boys were beginning to crowd around her with curiosity after a young woman with dark hair says, in front of her: she'll be observing as a potential manager. yachi quivers behind kiyoko, and then when directly prodded with (excited) questioning— she let out a squeak and jolted back. EEP!!!

yachi, for the most part, has always been jumpy as much as she was nervous and anxious. with her cheeks flushed brightly, she steps out from behind the other and brings out her voice: my name is hitoka yachi!

look around, and the wide space you're in is what seems to be a huge room, with squeaky floors of shiny wood nearly an orange hue, brightly illuminated, and home to a set of nets on a court. everyone looks fairly young, barely past eighteen and in uniform (the girls, skirts; the boys, in sportswear. outside the gymnasium are clear skies, chirping birds and a horizon of quaint little buildings that goes on for miles. ]

[wrappedwarm]

[Once again, Mikasa wasn't sure where to look. The floor was so shiny, the uniforms were odd, was it a military training place? Mikasa really wasn't sure.
It seemed too peaceful, too cheerful for that. Not that Mikasa really knew how the military felt.

So she sad nothing. Just stood there awkwardly looking around. Then she saw Yachi and pointed.]

Where are we?

[.....Had her voice changed?.]

[chirpier]

W-we’re in school! Wait, Mikasa?

[ oh, mikasa—! not that it was so strange, i mean . . . this was a dream, wasn’t it? though yachi didn’t feel aware of that either. when the boys yell ITS NICE TO MEET YOU, yachi jumps back again with an EEK! from keeping behind kiyoko, she bounds up to the little girl, crouching to get to her eye level. these were soon to be her new friends, though, but—

she’s as jumpy as she was in her old days. ]

Don’t worry about them, I think they won’t . . . Bite?

[ NICE TO MEET YOU YACHI!!! ]

EEP—!

[wrappedwarm]

[Then it got weird. Because the people didn't react to Yachi speaking, or moving. But they did notice Mikasa... Or not? Because after the greeting they just started at the girl pointing at them, the question finally registering. The guys just stared gobsmacked at the frowning girl.

Well, this is awkward. But it wasn't enough to completely break the memory.]

[chirpier]

[ thank god kiyoko is here to save the day with her impressive attention-grabbing . . . but then hinata, being hinata, goes directly to mikasa. please join the volleyball club! we'll have three managers!! ]

B-but she's too young!

[ often being mistaken for grade-schoolers, the shorter boys wave it off and don't believe it. another comes, and asks both of them: what class are you in? his huge and scary looking and has a beard and— yachi nearly screeches on the floor. she was even shorter crouched by mikasa. ]

Why don't we— go for a walk, Mikasa?!

[wrappedwarm]

[Meanwhile... Mikasa had no fear. Only a slight crick in her neck from looking up. At the tall guy, then down to the little red head who had so much energy. Too much, too cheerful. She wasn't sure what to do with that energy.]

I don't know how to be a manager. [She didn't even know what that was. Not really. She wasn't sure what to say, thankfully Yachi was to the rescue. So after waffling for a moment, then she grabbed at Yachi. Giving a little nod.] Okay.

[nastyboy]

[ooc: lmao god my haikyuu memories are so faint and also stopped at, like, season 2 or 3, but let's have something like yachi helping out in her first managerial duties. Introduce a man to high school sportsball, yachi]

👌

[chirpier]

[ the floors squeak sharply here, and the rings of a ball (many balls) being hit in all sorts of directions and into the floor with a characteristic kick echo in the gymnasium, right as the boy’s volleyball team prepare for a match (practice match?). it was yachi’s first time watching any sort of game, but also the first time she was present during a game as a trial manager.

it was making her chest jitter already, and what more did she need to jolt her spirit right out of her skin was kiyoko offering a suggestion: why don’t you collect the stray hits? ]

Stray—Oh, right!

[ it was time to get those balls. colorful spirals of white, yellow and blue decorated the volleyballs that bounced in and out of court, and off went yachi to fetch the ones out of player reach.

on the far end of the court, a couple of boys in white jerseys begin to eye her and hush amongst each other with their own grins and volleyballs in hand. they’re up to something. ]

[nastyboy]

[Well. If he's told to go fetch the balls, then Dimitri supposes he should.]

[Not that it makes any sense to him, but he has at least been in Johto enough to recognize, like... a sport thing happening when it does. And this almost looks like one of the Pokemon gyms, but... not exactly.]

[You know what. He's not even going to question it anymore.]

[But Yachi might be a little surprised that it's not her fetching the balls, or, well, not exactly.]

I wonder who those boys are...

[chirpier]

[ dreams are twisty that way, and in the blink of an eye, all the balls are on the opposite side of the court. and they have another trial manager? oh, how could she overlook something like that. squinting to try and make sense of the figure after the balls has her eyes nearly popping out of her skull with how wide they go. it was someone she knew, but the first thing that came to mind other than a name? the rat king.

that’s a horrible way to remember someone! she thinks.

what’s worse, those boys are indeed up to something. one of them purposely tosses a ball in dimitri’s direction, then tries really hard to get noticed as he bounds up to him with the charm spiked all the way up. yes, he’s about to get hit on.

what’s worse, yachi’s so embarrassed that she only seems to immediately remember him as rat king that she can’t bring herself to warn him of what’s to come. at least not yet! ]

Oh no—!

[nastyboy]

[Aaaaaand - ball got! Dimitri is quite pleased with himself as he picks the volleyball up, standing straight again. It's a minor task, all things considered, but he's happy about it. As he looks around, he spots not only someone jogging up with a smile on his face - why is he reminded of Sylvain? - but also...]

[Oh! That girl, who Gremlin bothered. Dimitri smiles over to her and gives a small smile.]

[He has no idea what's going on. He's decided that's normal, and is falling back on manners.]

[chirpier]

[ anxiety spiking. panic rising. one more ball is getting hit at high speeds right toward him at any moment and he’s smiling and waving at her while she does nothing (bit at least he flees from the boys hitting on him?!). yachi can’t get there in time, and even if she did, would she take the hit as coolly as kiyoko did?! ]

Ahhh— oh, no— [ out of nowhere, she finds it in her to bellow: ] WATCH OUT MISTER RAT KING!!

[ because there’s a high speed volleyball ready to zoom in and hit his face. ]

@leonardo

[chirpier]

[ it’s nighttime by the looks out the window of an average, modern Japanese interior town. yachi’s bedroom is small, comfy, cute, just like her— coordinated to the brim and kept near spotless. a large poster of the world map stands above her bed while she has a bookshelf of various topics. yachi herself is sitting at her desk with the light on, pencil in hand, books stacked and papers scattered in organized chaos— a lot of them have been crumpled and tossed aside as she began a new sketch. a rough sketch of a boy jumping, but it doesn’t seem quite right. if one were to pick up the crumbled drafts, they all start the same: the frame of a boy, but she can’t get the posing right.

she’s not only going for the look, but also the overall design, where signaling, sentences and letters should be for the poster— and she wants it to be presentable. her mother doesn’t expect less than that. ]

It’s still not right . . .

[ she sifts through the colorful bookmarks she left in her books— titled eye catching poster designs, how to design ads and volleyball basics, and with a moan, she hits her forehead against the top of her desk. creativity block is the worst. ]

[neverfinishanyth]

[Well, this is interesting. He's not sure he's ever seen this room before. He's apparently designing some sort of poster? Judging from the books spread around the desk, at least. And the papers tossed in and around a trashcan indicates that this design is probably not going well.]

Perhaps it may look better if we took a step back?

[He is aware that sometimes what looks terrible in front of your nose looks great when viewed from a few feet back.]

[chirpier]

Mom— Oh— Mister Leo?

[ that was definitely not her mom— and sometime soon, it was supposed to be, to give her pointers, but madoka yachi was always madly busy with her design company. for some reason, she doesn’t seem spooked by a man in her room. in this dream, it felt like . . . he was here to help in mom’s place. or maybe he had drawn it?

that’s impossible, because leo would draw something completely different. yachi does take a step back and stand from her seat, but—

yeah, it’s chonky. anatomy is weird. the letters aren’t in the right place. ]

It’s so bad—

[neverfinishanyth]

It's nothing that cannot be fixed.

[Anatomy is difficult, if you are not used to the proportions involved or have not seen the bodies yourself.]

This is all just the underpainting. You can fine tune the work, then paint over it, and nobody will see the errors.

[chirpier]

Is that what you do?

[ she wasn't going to paint over it, but— maybe finalizing over the roughness would definitely make things look better to show her mom. ]

I have an eraser, so I can sort of . . . [ still standing, yachi keeps her hand spread across the sheet and lightly drags the eraser around the sketch to keep the pencil lines hardly noticeable. like whispers! ] Make the bad parts disappear.

[ which is all of it, she thinks. ]

[neverfinishanyth]

Yes, of course! Sometimes shading must be adjusted as we go on. And it is easy enough to cover up the thinner lines.