she gingerly hands him a neatly wrapped parcel containing a small volleyball keychain. with it she puts a hand on his shoulder before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. ❛ happy birthday hinata - san ❜
news of his birthday spread fast within karasuno , a little quicker than he’d originally imagined — did everyone plan ahead ? well either way , shouyou was grateful for all the presents and best wishes he was receiving ! even from people he didn’t expect it from , like their very own goddess of a manager ! he holds the parcel in hand carefully , as if made of glass , blushing softly before giving a shy nod. ❛ th-thank you kiyo — gwa — ❜ in that instance ( it all happens so fast ) as lips press against his cheek the middle blocker freezes entirely , not moving an inch , until his face reddens deeply like a freshly harvested beet. is he seeing stars ? the ENTIRE galaxy ? he wouldn’t doubt it. his mouth hangs wide open , completely silent , before everything comes undone and he’s yelling ( what’s an inside voice again ? ) out of pure instinct: ❛ Y-YES ! ! TH-THANK YOU , YOU TOO — ❜ oh god , it’s not her birthday — oh god. you know what ? he’s just going to run away now.