#i wrote it for myself cause i love judo and i love kagehina lol

[moonlight-writes0]

kagehina judo au?

Judo is a game of chess. It favors skill over sheer power, technique over size or force. 

Hinata’s fighting, desperate for a throw. Trying to get Tobio down with strength alone. His foot wraps desperately to no avail. He’s not close enough. Tobio lets him push. Lets him get out his frustration and anger. 

And in one calculated, swift move, he shifts. Using that momentum, sliding out of the way, leaving his foot right in Hinata’s path. And down he goes. 

“Shit—” Hinata hisses as he goes down, tumbling over himself and landing in a clumsy backfall before jumping to his feet. “Again!” He shouts, foregoing the slap-bump and charging straight at Tobio with a rough grip. 

For all his lack of technique, the guy is strong. If Tobio were any smaller, Hinata’s throws might be working. But with his height, Hinata really needs to learn some throws other than o soto gari. He’s getting too predictable. And there’s nothing worse than your own throw getting used against you. 

“Hinata! Go for a hip throw, stop trying to sweep!” Sendei Ukai shouts, clearly frustrated with his student. With good reason. Judo is a sport of skill. And while Tobio has been honing his for years, Hinata still can’t seem to grasp the idea. His boundless energy and strength are useful elsewhere—sparring, self-defense, maybe even Jiu Jitsu, if utilized properly. But not here. Not in this uniform, in this belt, on this mat. He needs to learn a lesson. 

Hinata steps in to a messy O Goshi, barely getting low enough to even get his arm around Tobio’s waist. He’s being sloppy. He’s desperate. Tobio sinks down, sliding quickly until his foot is in between Hinata’s, snaking his arm in front. And he spreads his wings. 

The timer beeps loudly, pulling him right out of his stupor. Class is over. Hinata is lying on the floor, hands covering his face. Tobio knows he’s not hurt—when he’s hurt, he jumps up right away and gives a fake smile and tries to keep going until Sensei sits him out. When he stays down, face red and body tense, it’s because he’s frustrated. 

Tobio sighs, kneeling next to him. Everyone else is beginning to give high fives and bows and running up to the front of the room to line up. Sensei is staring at the pair with one eyebrow raised. Tobio raises a single finger, and Sensei nods in that ever-understanding way of his.