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hinata and Brazilian reader:

life with hinata

╰┈➤ brasil hinata arc

TAN SHOYO! BRAZIL SHOYO!

where we left off. (hinata shoyo x reader)

summary: “you confess because you think you will never see him again, so it doesn’t matter ” - for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions

word count: 1981

tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass s @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties

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There is a light in Shoyo that just won’t dim. Not that you want it to. It’s your favorite thing about him.

There are ten million reasons to like Shoyo (though Tsukishima would disagree and say he can barely find one. He’s lying. No one can dislike Shoyo. It’s not possible). But you like him for the simple reason that he is the best person you have ever met. He is dedicated and kind, loyal and friendly. You have known him since your first year in high school, and you have seen him face every adversity that comes his way with full confidence and optimism.

It’s no wonder you’re hopelessly in love with him. How could you not be? Shoyo entered your life and made everything ten times brighter and easier to deal with. From day one, he was your confidant and your cheerleader. In all those three years, Shoyo stood by you like you stood by him. You had grown by leaps and bounds with him as your friend.

Friend.

The sun was low in the sky, spreading a warm orange light over the clouds as it set. The color reminds you of Shoyo’s hair, and you have to curse yourself. It seems you can never stop thinking about him, and the world is adamant on making sure you didn’t even try to. You sigh and lean back on the bench you were seated on, closing your eyes and mentally preparing yourself for what was coming.

High school graduation had come and gone. Tomorrow, Shoyo will leave for Brazil. For two years minimum. And who knows? He says he will return, but there is a very real chance he won’t. An up-and-coming volleyball player like him, he could be snatched up by a local club. Or he could fall in love with beach volleyball and continue living there so he could keep playing it.

Two years is a long time for a person to change. You can change. He can change. You can’t trust yourself to leave this until then. Now, before Shoyo leaves, you will confess to him all of your closely guarded feelings. Before he potentially leaves your life for good, he has to know that he is the reason you are where you have gotten.

Heavy footsteps slowly fade in, making you turn your head to follow the sound. You spot Shoyo barreling down the sidewalk towards you, skidding to an abrupt halt when he reaches your bench. He takes a few deep breaths before grinning wide, and just the sight of his million watt smile has your own lips tugging up to return the gesture.

“Ready for dinner?”

Homey, comforting ramen is Shoyo’s choice of last meal in Japan. You both trudge into his usual ramen place, one that he loved to frequent often after practice. He talks your ear off all the way there, telling you about his day. He had been getting his affairs in order, saying goodbye to all the important people and packing up some last minute stuff. You let him catch you up to every tiny detail, (He is like that. He doesn’t like leaving anything out) and you hum along to his stories.

When steaming bowls of ramen are set down before you is when Shoyo finally shuts up, instead choosing to immediately wolf it down. You watch him with blatant adoration in your eyes. You know you do, and you don’t bother to hide it. Sharing this one last moment with him, you don’t want to hold back. This might be the last time you can look at him in leisure. So you drink him in the best you can, trying to seal this moment in your memory forever.

“Are you excited for beach volleyball?”

He nods around a mouthful of noodles. “I have just two years to learn it, so I’m a bit nervous. But I can’t wait to start!”

You smile at his usual unending enthusiasm. “You’ll be great, Shoyo. I have never met someone as hardworking as you.”

And there is that smile again, so bright you almost have to squint to withstand it. He was so different from how he was in first year. He had come such a long way in just three years. Imagine how much he would change after two years in a completely foreign country, on the other side of the world.

You can feel your shoulders drop.

After dinner, Shoyo insists on dessert and you both end up getting ice pops. He finishes his before you can even take one bite of your own, and then ends up finishing half of yours as well when you tell him you are full and he can have it. No wonder he has unending stamina. He eats the food of three people. You smile at the thought.

As per routine, Shoyo walks you home afterward. The sun has fully set by this time, and the streetlights periodically illuminate the two of you as you walk along the sidewalk. Your figures cast long, moving shadows on the concrete, and you keep your eyes on them as you walk. Shoyo is humming something under his breath, occasionally breaking the silence to comment on something. You bask in the moment.

When you slow to a stop at your front door, you realise it is finally time to do what you had been psyching yourself up for all this time.

“I have something to say.” You comment. Shoyo blinks and nods, encouraging you to continue. You take a deep breath.

“For the last three years, you’ve been the best person in my life. By a long shot. I can’t believe I met someone like you. You’re always so supportive, Shoyo, and you’ve really helped me be the best version of myself.”

You cringe at your corny statements, but Shoyo’s face has softened. He stays silent. You muscle on.

“I like you. A lot. A lot. And before you leave, I just wanted you to know this.”

Because I may never see you again. You let the last sentence die in your throat.

Shoyo looks down at the ground, fiddling with his hands a bit. You realize you have made him nervous. And no wonder. You just dumped a huge revelation on him the day before he leaves the country.

“You don’t have to say anything!” You add on, as soon as Shoyo opens his mouth to speak, trying to soothe his nerves. “I don’t want you to reciprocate. I just wanted to tell you all this before you left.”

You step forward to wrap him into a hug, feeling him freeze at the gesture. You don’t let yourself linger, pulling away mere seconds later. Shoyo opens and closes his mouth like a fish. You giggle.

“Do your best in Brazil, Shoyo. I’m counting on you.”

And then you pull open the door, shutting it behind yourself with one last smile at his surprised face.

……………………

Tokyo is a big city, and you lose yourself in the hustle and bustle of it.

Miyagi was quiet, peaceful, and you knew more or less everyone there. In contrast, Tokyo is continuously moving, and you have to run to keep up with it. It’s a big change, going from Tokyo to Miyagi, but it is a welcome one. You can feel how you change and blossom along with the city.

Your apartment is small. One bedroom, open kitchen, tiny bathroom. It’s a starter apartment and you are still a student, so it doesn’t matter. Every night, you cook yourself a modest meal and plop yourself down in front of the television, continuing some show you have been watching for the last few days. Afterwards, you have a warm cup of tea and then begin your nightly routine, ready for classes the next day.

Today that routine is disrupted by loud knocking on the door.

You pause your chewing, reaching for the remote to mute the TV. You don’t hear any sound, not even shuffling, but ten seconds later you hear another, longer knock. Sighing, you set your bowl down on the coffee table and throw your blanket off, trudging to the door. When you look through the peephole, all you see is one shoulder. You roll your eyes at the person who chose to not stand in your view.

You undo the lock and pull the door open, immediately freezing on the spot.

He has grown so much taller, and broader. His skin holds a wonderful bronze tan, and his hair is shorter than the last time you saw him. But his smile is the same. Bright and blinding, endlessly welcoming. Your heart skips.

“Hi.” He breathes. His voice is deeper too. A little scratchier. You continue to stare, mouth agape. You cannot believe it, and your brain cannot process it.

“Shoyo…” Your grip on the doorframe tightens. A small silence extends between you two. Shoto shifts a bit.

“Can I come in?” He asks sheepishly.

You abruptly jerk back, nodding vigorously. “Of course! Sorry, sorry. Come in.”

You allow Shoyo to pass through the threshold, toeing his shoes off and stacking them next to your own before looking back at you expectantly. You lead him into the living room, mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

He was back. From Brazil. Taller and tanned and just as bright. And he’s back. You reel with the revelation.

“How have you been?” He asks, seating himself on the couch and looking up at you with a small smile. He seems…. calmer somehow. More present instead of how flighty he used to be. More grounded. You nod a bit.

“I’m- I’ve been good. You?”

“Me too.”

“Okay good.”

Awkward silence stretches between you two. You feel your face heat up.

“I’m going to make tea!” You announce, bustling towards the kitchen before Shoyo can protest, trying not to think about the last conversation you had with him right before he left, over two years ago.

Once you settle before him with two steaming hot cups, the awkward air disperses a bit. You aren’t surprised. It always did with Shoyo. He had a talent like this. You ask him about Brazil and he goes on a whole storytime for it, telling you about the vast beaches and the burning sun. How much he learned and how much he changed.

That part is true, you can tell. Shoyo has changed. But despite all that, you can feel the way your heart skips, the way your palms get clammy. All those old feelings are coming back, and you cannot stop them. As you watch the way Shoyo laughs and reminisces with you, you’re not sure you want to.

A lull hits after Shoyo stops talking, and you watch as he fiddles with his hands a bit before speaking again, his voice lower this time, more serious.

“Can we….. pick up where we left off?” He doesn’t glance up at you, playing with his hands.

You blink at his words, trying to process them. He gives you a crooked smile that lights your nerves on fire.

“You never let me reply that day. And…. I didn’t think I should either, because I was leaving. But now…”

He trails off, you feel your breath catch. Is he implying what you think he is? You try not to get your hopes up, but Shoyo’s next words seal the deal.

“I like you tons.”

You can’t help your breathless laugh at his choice of words. Your skin buzzes. Shoyo scoots closer to you. You let him. His leg brushes against yours and you can feel the way electricity zips through you at the feeling.

“I like you tons too.”

Ten minutes later, when Shoyo drags huge suitcases into your lobby from outside your front door, you realize he came here straight from the airport. And it only makes you love him more.

Stars and Strawberries

Hinata Shouyou x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of throwing up, mentions of drinking, curse words (?)

hinata, beach and ice cream are my favorite things. why not put them together? also for context: the olympic are on a trip to a beach somewhere in Japan. some of the team members also brought their s/o with them. i changed the title too. hope you all like it :)

The setting sun painted the sea and the sky a beautiful red. The occasional breeze felt like a warm hug. Sounds of seagulls and the waves were drowned out by the loud laughter of the people. You scooped out another spoonful of your ice cream sundae and hummed in satisfaction when the sweet taste flooded your mouth. To your far left, you spotted Hinata laughing at his teammates, who were down on the sand. The laughter, however was short-lived as Kageyama threw a ball at Hinata calling him a dumbass. You chuckled and finished the rest of your sundae.

You decided to walk around till the game was over and you could have Hinata all for yourself. The sand was warm and you spotted tiny crabs digging holes. Kids were looking around for seashells while their parents rested on the sand. You inhaled the salty scent of the sea, feeling completely at peace. Hinata was right, the sea was a great place.

"Y/N!"

You turned around just as something-someone-crashed into you. You fell on the warm sand with a loud oof, along with Hinata-the person who ran into you.

"Hinata, what the hell?" You tried to push him off of you, but he wouldn't budge. Hinata, giggling like a toddler got up and held out his hand for you. He pulled you up into a hug as soon as you held his hand. You could only squeak as his muscular arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest.

"I beat Bakageyama! Now I have a 3 point lead!" Hinata beamed. You laughed and congratulated him. Kageyama, who was nearby, yelled, "You only won 'cause it's beach volleyball, dumbass! I'd totally beat your ass on the court."

Hinata stuck his tongue out at him. He turned to you and spoke, a little softly, "Let's head back to our room, yeah?"

"Sure."

Hinata groaned in relief as he plopped down on the bed. "Hinata you're gonna get sand on the bed," you said, though you were too tired to even care. Going to the beach was fun, but energy-draining at the same time.

Hinata whined. "Y/NNN, I'm really tired. We'll dust it off later."

You hummed, closing your eyes and giving in to sleep. Almost. As Hinata shook you awake by the shoulder.

"What is it?" You didn't open your eyes, afraid you would lose the sleepiness that you had.

"Did you try that sundae I told you to? Did you like it? Do you wanna eat it with me again now?"

You let out a loud whine. This was what he woke you up for. You opened your eyes and playfully hit his shoulder. "Hinata you big idiot!"

"I'm very hungry. Can we have it now?" He pouted and rubbed small circles on his stomach.

Sleep had magically left you and you were on your feet before you even registered it. "It's gonna be dinner time soon. So let's have it after dinner?"

He instantly brightened. With an enthusiastic whoop! he went to take a shower. Meanwhile, you took a spare towel and dusted off the sand on the bed.

Dinner was filled with laughter and yelling. Hinata and Kageyama were so, so close to starting a food fight. Atsumu and Bokuto had a drinking contest much to Sakusa's distaste. Akaashi had tried to console him but Sakusa waved him off, saying that a drunk Atsumu was a pain and that he threw up almost everywhere. The entire table erupted in laughter, including Sakusa who smirked at Atsumu. The dyed blond clutched his chest and pretended to be hurt. "You wound me, Omi-kun."

"Your heart is on the left, you idiot." Was all that could be heard from Sakusa as everyone burst out laughing again, even Atsumu.

After finishing his fight with Kageyama, Hinata pulled you away from the crowd. When you questioned him, he silenced you by placing his pointer on your lips. He took you out of the hotel and towards the ocean that looked like dark blue ink in the night. The sky was littered with stars and you spotted a few constellations.

"Come sit here babe." Hinata flopped down on the sand and patted the empty space next to him. You sat down and rested your head on his shoulder.

"I brought the sundae, too! I got a large one so we could share and- Oh! I asked for extra toppings, too!" He held the glass of sundae in front of you. You couldn't care less that you didn't see it before, the ice cream looked wonderful. Hinata had probably ordered a strawberry one, if the pink scoops of ice cream and the dark syrup were to be believed.

"Say ahh, Y/N." He had already brought the spoon towards your mouth. The sweetness of strawberries filled your mouth, making you hum in satisfaction. This was better than the one you had in the afternoon. You looked at Hinata, who was looking at you expectantly.

"This is so good," you exclaimed.

His face lit up. "Of course it is. That's why I get it everytime I'm here."

The two of you ate while watching the stars. You had moved closer to Hinata, craving his warmth. Hinata had a loose arm wrapped around your waist.

"Oh! Y/N look! If you join those stars over there–the ones slightly left to the moon–they look like a volleyball."

You squinted at the small, shining dots. You sighed, slightly amused. Trust Hinata Shouyou to see something volleyball-related in everything. You playfully elbowed him in the ribs. "You only ever think about volleyball, huh?"

He grinned big and wide. "Volleyball and you are the only things on my mind."

You laughed though your face was as red as the strawberries in the sundae. Hinata, who was still grinning, leaned in and kissed your cheek.

Softly, you whispered, "I think about you all the time, too."

Work by: @smolbean12

Lost and Found

This is just a random Haikyuu oneshot that I wrote.

Hinata wasn't sure how he ended up in this situation, all he'd done was follow the path. Yet somehow he still managed to get himself lost, and to make it all worse, his phone had died around 10 minutes ago. The last time he checked the time it was 21:15pm. He wasn't even sure why he went for a walk, but he was starting to regret the decision. 

It's creepy being out in the dark he thought to himself. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself.

Hinata looked around him in an attempt to recognise where he was, he failed to do so. He considered trying to find one of his team mates houses, but doing that could get him more lost. So he decided to just keep walking in hopes he'd find someone he recognised.

He shivered as a gust of wind went past him, he looked around him again. He'd never really liked being alone in the dark, so being lost alone in the dark was terrifying to him.

As he walked, Hinata heard a sound from behind him. He yelped and took off into a sprint.

Sure it seemed pathetic, after all it was just a simple sound. But Hinata was already on edge. He felt tears prick at his eyes as he ran, why did I have to come outside he thought.

He ran for a solid couple of minutes before slowing down, he looked around and realised he'd just gotten himself more lost. A couple of tears fell down his face, he gripped his arms and shivered.

"I wanna go home..." he murmured to himself. He continued to walk aimlessly around.

The wind continued to blow past him, it seemed to get colder. Hinata pulled his jacket around him more, he felt tired and scared. His legs were starting to ache and his eyes felt slightly heavy, he yawned and continued walking slowly.

 Sugawara didn't know what caused him to go outside for a walk, something was telling him that there was something wrong. He simply followed that instinct and went out.

He was wearing a t-shirt, a jacket and a thick coat. He knew it was cold outside, he'd also grabbed his phone.

He pulled out his phone as he walked and checked the time, it was 22:05pm. The streets were pitch black besides the light from the street lamps, he had to admit it wasn't very relaxing.

As he walked, Suga decided to see if anyone from Karasuno was awake. Pulling out his phone, he opened messages and went onto their group chat.

  Group of Crackheads

Sugamama is Online

Sugamama: Anyone awake?

Rolling Thunder is Online

Tanaka is Online

Dadchi is Online

Dadchi: I'm awake

Rolling Thunder: Same here

Tanaka: Yup

Dadchi: Everything okay?

Sugamama: Yeah everything's fine, just on a walk.

Tanaka: Why are you on a walk at 22:10pm at night?

Sugamama: I felt like something was wrong, so I went outside

Dadchi: What do you mean by 'something was wrong'?

Rolling Thunder: ^

Tanaka: ^

Sugamama: I don't know, just kinda like an instinct?

Dadchi: Okay, be careful though.

Sugamama: I will

 Suga continued to message the group chat as he walked, he looked up and saw something leaning against a tree.

Looking closer at it, he realised the thing was a person. They seemed oddly familiar. He realised who it was when he saw their hair.

Hinata

He ran over to where his little crow was sat, Hinata didn't appear to be asleep. He stopped and kneeled down in front of him.

"Hinata?" he said, the boy looked up at him with tired yet fearful eyes. It was then that Suga realised Hinata was shaking, there were tears running down his face.

"W-Who-" Hinata started, he looked closer at Suga before realising who it was.

He lunged forward knocking Suga backwards, he hugged onto the older male tightly. His body continued to shake as he cried into his chest.

"Woah, Hinata are you okay? What happened?" Suga asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I-I went for a w-walk and got lost. It was dark and I was alone and it was scary-" the ginger haired boy explained as he cried. Suga realised that Hinata had probably gotten scared while alone.

"Hey it's okay, come on let's go back to my house." he said as he helped Hinata up, the boy leaned heavily on Suga most likely due to him being tired. 

Suga opened the group chat as they walked.

  Group of Crackheads

Sugamama is Online

Sugamama: Just found Hinata outside.

Dadchi: Wait Hinata was outside? How did he manage to get that far from home?

Rolling Thunder: Is he okay?

Tanaka: ^

Sugamama: Not sure if I'd say he's okay, but he isn't hurt.

Sugamama: But he got himself lost while walking and it scared him. I found him leaning against a tree shaking.

Rolling Thunder: Poor Shouyou.

Dadchi: Isn't it cold outside?? Is he cold?

Tanaka: ^

Sugamama: Now you mention it, he does feel rather cold.

Tanaka: Why didn't he text or call anyone?

Dadchi: His phone probably died.

Dadchi: Just focus on getting him inside and warm, tell us when you're both inside.

Rolling Thunder: ^

Tanaka: ^

Sugamama: Will do.

 Suga looked down at Hinata, his body was shaking due to the cold. He pulled off his coat and put it around the boy, Hinata snuggled into the warmth.

"How long have you been out here?" he asked, he put an arm around him.

"O-Over a-an hour.." Hinata replied, his voice was shaky.

Hinata stayed glued to Sugawara's side as they walked, Suga saw his house and they walked over to it.

He unlocked the door and went inside with Hinata, he heard him sigh as the warmth of the house got to him.

Hinata collapsed into Suga, he supported the shorter male's body before scooping him into his arms. Judging by his slow and even breathing, he guessed that Hinata had fallen asleep.

Walking over to the couch, Suga placed him down onto it before going upstairs to get some pillows and blankets.

After he got what he needed, Suga went back downstairs and over to Hinata. He removed his coat and jacket before placing a pillow under his head. He covered him with a couple of blankets, Hinata snuggled into them.

He messaged the group telling them that Hinata was safe and asleep before putting the boy's phone on charge. He went upstairs and got ready for bed, after checking on Hinata one last time he got into bed and fell asleep.