-> synopsis: you’re the only one who can get your boyfriend to do certain things.
₊˚ෆ MIYA ATSUMU dislikes people cheering while he serves. His infamous topspins and floaters are renowned in the volleyball world– for good reason. To stake his control over the court, he refuses any distractions, and he silences the crowd with one flick of his wrist. He’s been known to give death glares to anybody, even his own fans, who disobey his command for quiet.
So when you, his newly minted significant other, shatter the careful still Atsumu has crafted by bellowing out his name in an otherwise silent stadium, gasps ripple through the stands.
Atsumu’s teammates freeze, interest piqued at how he’d react. Sure, you’re dating now, but Atsumu’s a very harsh guy. Nobody would put it past him to scold you on the spot. The ball bounces against the court once, twice, and then three times, like a ticking bomb. The crowd shifts uncomfortably, waiting for his anger to explode.
It never comes.
Instead, he serves the ball as normal. It’s an ace. And when it’s over, he looks at you with a knowing grin of appreciation instead of his usual glare.
Atsumu hates the shrill sound of cheers when he’s about to serve, but he’s come to find that if it’s yours– he doesn’t quite mind.
₊˚ෆ SUNA RINTAROU is a generally expressionless guy. It’s gotten him into trouble more times than he can count.
When he sprained his ankle in middle school, he barely winced. When his little sister was born, he yawned. When he landed his first spike as a professional athlete, he hummed.
No matter the scenario, a disinterested look is permanently etched into his features. (The only exception is the upturn of his lips when he sees his friends doing something particularly idiotic.)
It’s not that he doesn’t care– it’s just how he is. This is a truth that all those close to Rintarou have come to understand.
This truth is why, when he introduces you to his loved ones for the first time, they’re stunned. They’re shocked when they see the bright red his face burns after you give him a kiss on the cheek. They’re floored by the smile that possesses his lips as he steals glances at you from across the room. They’re surprised by the look of absolute adoration in his eyes whenever you do really anything.
Rintarou’s always been difficult to read, but for you, he’s feelings are entirely transparent.
₊˚ෆ HINATA SHOYO always stays late to practice. Being the dedicated player that he is, he will train until his legs shake and his breath gives out. His teammates know never to approach him when he’s in his groove; otherwise, he’ll find a way to coax them into another round of drills. He’s an immovable force, immune to persuasion, and entirely impossible to convince to slow down.
“Leaving early” is not in his vocabulary.
So when, one day, his teammates see him trek into the locker room before the sun has even set, they worry he’s gone ill.
But when Shoyo reassures them, with a bright smile, that he’s just leaving early to meet with you, the new person he’s been seeing, for dinner– his teammates think he’s lost his mind. Their expressions of concern morph into ones of complete disbelief.
What curse have you placed on the rigid player to compel him to act in such an uncharacteristic way? Have you threatened his family? Are you blackmailing him?
The answer is none of the above.
Shoyo doesn’t stay late to practice out of obligation. He does it because he adores what he does. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than on the court.
But recently, he’s come to discover that there’s one place he loves being just a smidge more.
With you.
–a/n: just smth quick i wrote to procrastinate studying! LMAO
premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎
“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.
“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”
You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”
Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”
You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”
He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”
“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”
“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”
“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”
She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”
“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.
“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”
Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.
“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”
The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.
“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”
“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”
“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”
“Nuh-uh.”
You groan, “Exactly.”
Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”
“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”
“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”
You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.
“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”
RINTAROU SUNA.
“make time for her.”
“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”
Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”
“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.
Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”
The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”
Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m your fiancée.”
Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”
One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”
“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”
Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”
You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”
“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”
“Why did you lick my hand?”
“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”
Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”
He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”
Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”
Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”
“Shut up, Rinnie.”
“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”
You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”
The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”
“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”
He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”
“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”
“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”
“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”
Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.
“I just, really like to spend time with you.”
WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.
“treat her like a lady.”
“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”
The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.
Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.
“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”
You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.
“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”
The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.
“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.
Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.
You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.
“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.
You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.
“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”
You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.
“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.
“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”
Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”
You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”
His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”
“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”
His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”
“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”
“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”
“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”
The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”
Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.
“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.
He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.
“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”
SHOYO HINATA.
“don’t forget your anniversaries!”
Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.
His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.
“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”
You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”
The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”
Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”
You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”
Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”
The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.
He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.
“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”
“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”
Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.
The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.
Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.
“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”
“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”
You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”
“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”
This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.
“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”
“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”
Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”
“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.
“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”
“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”
The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”
Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.
His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.
And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.
“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”
wc: 0.3k
content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, fluff, brazil hinata *drools*, hinata x reader, not proofread
ᱸ♡︎𓈒݂݂ 𐬏 .
staring at your reflection through the crystal clear mirror, looking back at you, all you could see were the imperfections you've always grown up with.
sighing as you touched your face with your fingertips. focusing your eyes on the parts you disliked the most as your eyes gloomingly drooped in waves of sadness.
"babe you ready to go out?" your husband hinata shouts out from the other room.
no reply as you continued to peer at imperfect image of yourself. the wood floor boards creaking, his ginger head and eyes poking out from the tall door frame to see if you were still there.
seeing how you're completely caught in a trance as your tired eyes scanned your own being with no self-esteem.
catching onto the somber atmosphere, hinata's slowly making his way to you. watching him fill in the void of the mirror, he's inspecting it as if it's been cracked or broken when the only thing that's broken was you.
"is something wrong babe..?" facing his brightly lit face to look at you from behind.
"n-no.. it's nothing," changing the direction of your head, essentially whipping your hair into his face as your expressions grew despairingly.
realizing what you may be going through, his tanned muscular arms wrapped around your waist tightly for you to accept his warm embrace. tucking his heated face into the crook of your neck while a subtle smile spreads upon the corner of your lips.
his enchanting embrace was all you needed to feel comforted with no words or questions asked. he understands what you need the most rather than just hearing about it or receiving advise about it. all you needed was hinata.
"stop shoyo, we gotta gooo.." you lowly chuckled, putting your hands over his while his lips landed multiple pecks on you.
AN~ Just some late night Anxiety😌ya know cringing at myself, thinking ab my grades…
Keiji Akaashi
❥ You always admired Akaashi’s fingers.
You especially admired how they sunk deeper and deeper into your soaking cunt. You shiver as the pads of his fingers rub at the roof of your velvety walls. You mumble incoherent words as tears fall down the side of your face. “Keiji, m’gonna-” Akaashi softly kisses your tears away. “I know love.” You gush all over his fingers, clear liquid soaking his bottom half in your unholy juice making him groan. You cover your face in embarrassment. “It’s okay angel, can you do that again? Please…” Akaashi fumbles with one hand to unbuckle his belt as he crashes his lips with yours.
Shoyo Hinita
❥Hinita had you cramped in the corner of the couch. What was supposed to be a cozy movie night, turned into a heated make-out session. Hinita grinds down on your clothed pussy, both a moaning mess. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as his rough yet soft hands groped your thighs. You rest your hands on his shoulders, pulling your face away from his to catch a breath. Hinita’s lips chased after yours as a long clear string of saliva connected both mouths. Your eyes dazed and your mouth shaped in a silent ‘o’ made him grind down on you even more. “Gonna cum, fuck…” a wet patch formed on the front of his gray sweats. Your underwear was drenched in slick and fresh cum making you a little uncomfortable. You dozed off, not noticing Hinita sliding your ruined underwear to the side. You gasp as tears pricked from the corners of your eyes. “M’sorry baby, needed more…” he pulled out only to thrust back into your wet cunt.
Kita Shinsuke
❥ It was your 2 year anniversary and Kita wanted it to be special. “Are ya sure you’re ready?” He’s kneeling between your legs as he runs his hands up and down your thighs, eventually stopping to rub comforting circles on them. “m’sure Kita.” You practically whine, growing needier and needier with every passing second. He kisses your temple as an okay. You drool as fat tears run down your honeyed cheeks. Him being your first time and you being his made things more intimate. Soft whines and grunts and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass was all that could be heard that evening, drowning out all noises, even the multiple knocks at the door from old friends wanting to congratulate the 2 year couple.
Kenma Kozume
❥ Late night gaming with Kenma’s friends was something he did daily. You cock warming him was something new. It all started when he brought up the topic, due to the fact that you always seemed so needy whenever he was gaming. Your face was buried in the crook of your boyfriends neck. Sweat ran down your forehead as the black oversized hoodie fell down your shoulder, exposing your hickey covered skin. You thighs shook and your clit twitched as you craved friction your gamer boyfriend wasn’t giving you. “Aw, come on Kuroo! What the fuck are you do-” you clench around his cock making him suck in his breath. He released a shaky moan as you slowly lift your hips up and inch and plop back down with a lewd squelching noise. “Kenma? Ayo bro, are you doin’ what I thi-” he cuts off his monitor and pulls down his headphones around his neck. “You need some help?” He rests his hands on your hips giving you a small smirk.
inspo for the dance: https://youtu.be/eqNJkorD2Yw?si=_94oVL6qCorU--HD
(cw: ballet recital!, shoyo gets u flowers, is in love w u, fluff)
(a/n: reminding myself of when i did ballet in hs…inner teenager healing)
words: 658
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You’re standing in the wings.
Your pointe shoes are tied, your tutu is fluffy. The Waltz of the Flowers has just started offstage. You’re nervous. You’re ready.
Your cue light flashes green.
You slowly enter, feeling the warm glow of the lights on your face. Dust specks float in the beams. You take center stage, and begin.
You start with échappes, jumping up onto the boxes of your pointe shoes. Then are the side-to-side jetés. You leap from one foot to the other, before landing directly into a double pirouette. Your dance partners line up behind you in a row: ready to help you with the harder moves.
You delicately walk to your first partner, and lift up on one pointe as he helps you promenade slowly in place. His hand steadies your waist: fingers curving around the sparkly pink-and-silver sequined tutu.
Your hair is pinned up into a bun, complete with a sparkly tiara. It’s sprayed to shit with hairspray, which helps you spot and keeps you from getting dizzy.
You chaine to your next partner, who helps you fouette, spinning in place while kicking a leg out. You turn three times, before sautéing your way to the third and final partner. He smiles at you, your friend from class, and for a moment your body remembers Shoyo supporting you back in the dance studio. Your belly warms, and as your partner lifts you up over his head, a slow, syrupy smile overtakes your face.
You twirl, lowering safely to the stage. You plié, taking a bow, before delicately running offstage again.
The second part of your solo soon comes, and you flitter onstage to perform it. You demonstrate slow, sweeping dance moves for the girl playing Clara to copy. She smiles and flutters after you, spinning and pirouetting to her heart’s delight.
You feel the warm lights on your skin, you feel the breath of the audience watching you. You feel the orchestra, the violins, the *music* flowing through you as you dance. Your feet hurt but only slightly—and even then you barely feel it. All you feel is glittering diamonds on your skin, the flounce of your tutu, and the thought of Shoyo watching in the audience.
You spin, and smile.
Grand battement: throwing your leg high into the air. You pointe your toes, tutu swishing. You flutter your knees as you spin slowly in place for the bourres. Clara follows you, moving at a graceful four counts behind you. You smile, and for a moment, she is Clara, and you are the Rose Fairy.
It’s magic.
****
Shoyo is waiting in the auditorium with flowers. He’s astounded by your performance: he’s never seen something so…so…graceful!
Scanning the crowd of ballerinas that had scattered into the audience to speak with those that had come to see them, he looks for you.
Pink tutu, pretty crown, gorgeous smile…where are you?
And then someone sparkling flutters up beside him: you.
You’re perfect.
“Y/n!!! Great job!!” He shoves the pink roses into your hands, eyes squeezed shut with his face burning. You’re so stunning, he’s finding it hard to look directly at you.
“Shoyo! Oh my gosh, thank you!” You bury your nose in the roses and inhale.
“H-hope you like them!” He stammers, trying to find a part of you that isn’t dazzlingly beautiful.
No luck.
Your hair, your eyes, the tiara, and the tutu…your lithe legs and the ballet slippers on your feet. He shakes his head. “You’re like a magical princess, or something!”
You giggle, and the sound is like fairy bells. You hold the flowers to your heart. “Let’s take some pictures?”
He nods, and
pulls out his phone.
After snapping a couple selfies (where he feels sorely underdressed) you smile and touch his arm.
“I have to go get changed, but after I come back let’s get dessert to celebrate!”
Shoyo would look up from his team huddle and smile softly at you. He sees you wearing one of his extra jerseys. He knows you wear it so that you can a support him because you love him. He knows you wear it so that you can let everyone know who he belongs to. He slightly smirks and shakes his head. Knowing he has to make a good save so that he can impress you.
And for the event, can you do Hinata Shoyo with the prompt: “love at first sight”?
aa tysm lumi sweetie !! and yes , ofc i can 🫂
DREAM.
[hinata shoyo]
tick, tick, tick .
the clock of shoyo’s lecture room had grown more and more irritating as time went by. his knee bounced impatiently and his eyes skimmed every inch of the room that wasn’t the board or lecturer’s table. the red head didn’t know what he was waiting for, as this wasn’t his first time in this lecture room but it had just felt like a drag altogether. the scratch of pens and clicking of keys, droning voice of his professor and his own thoughts irked him to no end.he glances at the clock again and it’s barely moved - but it’s still almost time for him to leave. he grabs for a pen , his favorite one, and begins clicking it anxiously. anything to get out of the classroom.
shoyo never liked class even in high school. it made him feel small, the knowledge forced into his head and sleep tugging at his eyelids whenever someone began speaking. he didn’t like how dumb it made him feel or how it was just never his thing - another reason why he loved volleyball so much. he never had to do equations or punctuate sentences - nothing of that sort. just raw passion and excitement that filled his veins with a burny, jumpy chemical he never seemed to get enough of. the boy finds his mind wandering farther and farther from the lecture room and his body, drifting to his high school days and the first match he ever played competitively. god, his middle school uniform was so ugly. he can’t believe they made him-
“hey, are you okay?”
shoyo looks up as his brown eyes finally refocus as he comes back to earth. his leg stills, and the clicking of his pen comes to a stop. eyes flitting upward to you, shoyo blinks. once. twice. a third time just to make sure he isn’t dreaming.
he takes a moment to capture you- your features.your head is tilted slightly to the right, eyebrows furrowed just a little bit. your eyes - beautiful, he thought. he knew he’d have a hard time looking away. your eyes sparkled, curious and concerned but kind, well intended. your voice was heavenly, smooth and earthy like a warm chai in a clay mug. it reminded him of the feeling of grass on his feet, the grass of his home and the grounded sensation that came with it. you blink at him, and when he realises he’s been staring for too long he clears his throat. shoyo takes a look around just to find that the lecture room is empty- apart from you two. you’re leaned over his part of the desk, your elbows supporting you and your bag messily slung over you.
“i’m- i’m fine. i’m great, actually,” he says, his voice threatening to crack in betrayal. he sees the way your features soften, and his heart does a little dance in the depth of his chest. you smile, lips widening and your eyes getting smaller as result of the apples of your cheeks rising too. “good, i’m glad, my name’s yn,” you say, nodding at the last bit. he smiles back, cheeks a pretty pink and his lip caught between his teeth. he was excited, burny and jumpy excitement.
“i’m shoyo, it’s nice to meet you, yn.” the athlete greets back. a hand extended, he tries not to faint when he feels yours. you’re shaking his hand. mentally, he’s partially bashing himself because who the hell shakes hands? but when he feels your skin, soft and comforting- he doesn’t think anything. not about his next lecture, practice or anything outside the room. just you, the concern and care you showed a stranger - a weird stranger. shoyo converses with you briefly, and he watches you make your way out the lecture hall. he sits , a smile on his face and red painted on his cheeks from before.
shoyo gets up eventually, but he can’t help but feel like he’s asleep, because you were a dream.
THE SELFIE THAT SHOOK THE WORLD ( version of events from a silly girl who just re-read haikyuu & is still waiting for season 5)
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
DAICHI: *rushes into the kitchen* 😳 Suga, look at this —
SUGA: *takes apron off & looks at the phone screen with bewilderment* 🤭 I’m- I’m kind of jealous of Shoyo —
DAICHI: 👁👄👁 excuse me?
SUGA: 👁👄👁 … I’ll go call Kageyama … 🏃🏻♂️💨
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
KAGEYAMA: 😡🤯🤔😡😤 *stares at phone enraged , feels so confused and jealous he tattle tales to ushijima*
USHIJIMA: *blinks a few times* I would have thought Oikawa had better taste? What does he see in Shoyo?”
ROMERO: *enters the room* it’s probably his hair 🤠🍁
HOSHIUMI & USHIJIMA: 🧍🏻♂️🧍🏻♂️HAIR?!?
ROMERO: yeah, kid’s got nice hair 🤌🏼🤗
KAGEYAMA: *zooms into photo* it’s his hair, his smile, his neck, his thighs 🥵😫❤️🔥
USHIJIMA: where’s brazil and how far is it from here? 😡
KAGEYAMA: *answer’s call* where is brazil?
*moments later after suga-san has elaborated on where brazil is only to be interrupted *
SUGA: NO KAGEYAMA THE EARTH IS NOT FLAT 😩
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
*Ryu was picking NOYA up from the airport when the selfie was posted*
TANAKA: Oh My God! Shoyo Hinata! Man, you're looking good! You ever see a guy this handsome walking the streets? He’s gonna get arrested because he's killing all the ladies ... and men. Look at that. Pow, pow, pow, pow. 😎
NOYA: Shoyo’s such a slut, I love him for that. 😛💕
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Meanwhile at Onigiri Miya in which Atsumu, Suna, Bokuto, and Akaashi have all bumped into each other.
BOKUTO: *double taps the selfie thinking shoyo looks so happy* Akaashi, look 🥰🤳
AKAASHI: *raises a brow* I didn’t know they were really good friends. 👀
BOKUTO: Shoyo is good friends with everyone. 🤗
ATSUMU: *foaming at the mouth* is he now? 😒
SUNA: *glancing at Atsumu’s phone screen* why are you trying to report the photo? 😒
ATSUMU: it’s really pissing me off! 😩😡
OSAMU: *slides an extra onigiri 🍙 to Atsumu* I bet Oikawa’s a bottom. 😌
ATSUMU: *cries* Does that mean Shoyo topped him?
😩 😭🧎♂️
OSAMU: *laughs* Shoyo, a top? 😂
BOKUTO: Obviously they topped and bottomed. 🤠
ATSUMU: what? 🤠
BOKUTO: they’re ✨versatile✨ 😊 *turns to Akaashi to ask if he used that word correctly.
AKAASHI: *proudly nods* Yes Bokuto, you used it right. 😌
SUNA: Top, bottom, I just knew they were hella gay. 🙄
ATSUMU: Shut up Rin, so are you 🙄
SUNA: No I’m not. 😏
*Akaashi.exe stops working, coughing up a storm as Bokuto held his look of disbelief. He hands Akaashi his glass of water, the two staring at each other. Atsumu glances over at a bothered looking Osamu who starts chopping some green onions, very intensely.*
OSAMU: why wouldn’t you be???! 🔪😡😰💔😡🔪
ATSUMU: *matches wide eye glances with Bo & Akaashi as he calls his mom-* 😰
*In the midst of all of this, the Aoba Josai group chat was blowing up. *
Everyone: Iwa? Iwa? A-Are you okay? 😰
Iwaizumi: *sends location* 📍
Everyone: *gasps* 👁👄👁
…. *Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer has departed Japan and is on his way to Brazil.* ✈️
it would mean a lot if you could repost so that this is boosted 🥹💕
