#TsukiHina

[tricodekus]

the correct answer is his heart 🤣

[epitome-of-an-openbook]

Yeah I'm a rarepair shipper, I just see and process things Different™ than the rest of you.

[loversscript]

Title: Ashes and Donuts

Ship: Tsukishima Kei x Hinata Shoyo

Prompt Keywords: bread, volcano, donut

AU Setting: Post-pro life | Hinata = former pro, now in medical field | Tsukishima = café owner | Kageyama = ex-pro, motorcycle accident | Yamaguchi = married to Kageyama | Hinata = rich

The Volcano Café sat in a quiet stretch of Sapporo, snow dusting the windows like powdered sugar. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of rising dough and freshly ground espresso. The name came from a bread Tsukishima had found once in some obscure European cookbook. It puffed and cracked like magma as it baked. Customers didn’t care. But the donuts? Those they lined up for.

Tsukishima Kei didn’t mind. He didn’t need them to understand the bread, or the irony of naming something explosive after the calm he now craved.

His left arm trembled slightly as he cut into a batch of yeast dough. The nerves were shot. His eye—the right one—was useless. A blind spot that extended into too many corners of his life now.

It’d been years since volleyball. Since being someone.

The bell above the café door jingled.

He didn’t look up. “We’re low on donuts. No volcano bread today.”

“I wasn’t here for that,” came a voice—warm, familiar, and impossible.

He looked.

Hinata Shoyo stood there in a cashmere coat, snow melting on his shoulders, sunglasses pushed up in his unruly orange hair. The kid who once flew over his blocks was long gone—replaced by a man who looked like he stepped out of a magazine. Wealth clung to him like cologne, but his smile hadn’t changed.

Tsukishima blinked. His mind spat out, Customer? Old classmate? But none of it stuck.

“…Do I know you?” he asked.

The silence after was heavy.

“It’s me,” Hinata said, voice soft. “Shoyo.”

Tsukishima’s breath caught. “You’re—”

“Yeah.” Hinata stepped forward, hands in pockets. “It’s been a while.”

“Ten years,” Tsukishima muttered. “Or something like that.”

Hinata didn’t confirm it. Just gave a small nod.

“I heard… about your arm. Your eye.”

Tsukishima looked away. “Yeah. Not a great comeback story.”

“I think opening a café with one working arm is more impressive than any court win,” Hinata said honestly. Then he added with a crooked smile, “And the donuts smell good.”

“Don’t flatter me. I charge for those.”

Hinata laughed. “I can afford it.”

Tsukishima raised a brow. “Rich now?”

“I own part of a medical company. Diagnostics, therapy tech, the works. Kageyama and I started it after… well. You heard about his crash, right?”

“The motorcycle thing?” Tsukishima’s tone was dry. “On a snow day?”

Hinata sighed. “Yup. He thought he was invincible. One curve and he shattered his shoulder and half his career.”

“And Yamaguchi?”

“Married him.” Hinata grinned, like it still amused him. “Can you believe it?”

“Yamaguchi married Kageyama?”

“Apparently, being emotionally repressed and dramatic is Yamaguchi’s type.”

Tsukishima snorted. “Explains some of his friendship choices.”

Hinata leaned on the counter, eyes scanning the café. “I thought about coming by earlier. Years ago.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“You didn’t exactly make it easy, Kei.”

That hit harder than it should’ve. Tsukishima went quiet. Hinata did too.

Then—

“I used to think you hated me,” Hinata said suddenly, voice quiet. “Back then.”

Tsukishima hesitated. Then shrugged. “Maybe I did. Or maybe I just didn’t know how to deal with someone who never stayed on the ground.”

Hinata looked down at the counter. “You’re looking at me now. Think you figured it out?”

Tsukishima’s gaze dropped to the donut tray. “Maybe.”

A pause.

“I missed you,” Hinata said.

Tsukishima didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for a donut—chocolate glazed, still warm—and slid it across the counter. “On the house.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re still loud, by the way.”

Hinata smirked. “You’re still mean.”

Another silence, softer this time. Warm.

Then Tsukishima murmured, “Come back tomorrow. I’ll try the volcano bread again.”

Hinata’s eyes lit up. “You remembered.”

“You never shut up about it.”

“I still don’t.”

Tsukishima smiled, just barely. “Then I guess some things don’t change.”

[anpanman95]

you can’t tell me this didn’t happen

gotta love their glow up :’v

[rockttm]

[circusmantis]

TSUKIHINA FANS ARE YOU STILL ALIVE??

[medovzs]

not so new but still love this one

[kathrahender]

Kagehina is a good and beautiful ship. So is Atsuhina. And Kenhina. And Aohina. And Oihina. And basically almost every ship of Hinata because for some weird reason Hinata has chemistry with every volleyball player he talks to!

[rukiadriedhisrain]

[ketzzzel]

ohh this is so cheesy 😭😭

[praxieserver]

[3rd year tskhn] sun vs moon, as always

what's better than having a homoromantic rivalry with your teammates after all?

[tricodekus]

"what's your name?" [tsukihina]

[haranacchi]

[touchlikethesun]

[haikyuu-tmblr]

Hinata: Hey, can you do me a favor? Tsukishima: Sorry, I have to go do literally anything other than this. Hinata: You don’t even have a legitimate reason? Tsukishima: Oh, no, I do. Hinata: Well, what is it? Tsukishima: You see, I simply don’t give a fuck.

[cowboypoisons]

“omg hinata harem is weird kghn sweeps blah blah blah” well shit tell every single person hinata interacts with to stop FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM THEN this shit is getting out of hand 😭😭🙏🏾