#me: oh words *blushing kicking my feet* 😳😳😳😳

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i really did not expect to be called that during the Leda gank squad fight …..

[kingofthe-egirls]

TEXT ME: SHOYO x Y/N (part 2)

series

(cw: food/eating, fluff, shojo vibes)

(a/n: text conversation romance i swore i’d never write you)

words: 1.3k

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so when are you coming to visit??

Shoyo texts with exclamation points and emojis. His enthusiasm for life shines through every sunny character.

You do your best to keep up.

this weekend?

Shoyo responds with a smiley face and the double exclamation points.

we should get ramen! 🍜

You’d met Shoyo at the practice match between Karasuno and Nekoma in Tokyo. Shoyo had stuck out to you as shiny, athletic, and sunny. His fiery orange hair and his scrawny-yet-sculpted physique, his brown eyes and intense stare…he’d caught your eye.

You’d become fast friends over text.

Seems like he’s most passionate about volleyball, spending most of his time either practicing or wishing he was practicing.

tonkotsu is my favorite

You lie back on your bed, phone held over your face.

🍜😺🍲💯‼️

You smile, and send back your own line of emojis. He’s sweet, and fun to talk to. He’s never boring.

You lick your lips.

so, do u have a gf?

(…)

You watch the ellipses appear and bounce as Shoyo types.

nooo

Sighing, you type in relief:

sweet! then it’s a date ;)

Shoyo types and stops. Retypes. Stops. You’re hypnotized by the text on your screen.

🫣😳‼️

And then,

okay!!!

You smirk.

bring flowers

🌺🌷💐🌼

You chew your lip, staring at your phone. You want to ask him more, pry him open, see what makes him tick. So you decide to press:

have you ever had a gf?

no, wbu?

ive had some boyfriends but nothing that lasted more than a month

You roll over onto your stomach, chin propped up on a pillow. Your ballet slippers phone charm clicks against the case. You toy with it, idling.

sorry about that but also im not sorry. since i wanna go on a date w u

Smiling, you hide your face in your pillow. It smells like lavender.

same

You have homework waiting on your desk, but that’s what morning bus rides are for.

what’s ur fav thing in the whole wide world?

Hinata asks such earnest things.

umm…ballet, i think

He responds quickly:

why??

You sigh, and think of how to answer. Your room’s fan spins lazily overhead. You kick your feet as you type.

it’s perfect. the shapes, the movements, it’s all so beautiful. plus it’s exercise and makes my body feel so good after and i really like pointe

You take a deep breath, sending the run-on sentences without editing.

it’s like music or poetry, but in my body. pointe feels especially challenging, but i like it 🩰

Shoyo types.

i like challenges too

****

Saturday comes after even more text conversations. You’d spent the week glued to your phone. Each text sends butterflies through you.

You’d learned about his little sister, his parents, the foods his family cooks (salmon and pork buns are his favorite).

In turn, he’d spoken with you about Kenma, your family’s pet cat, and your somewhat distant parents.

You’re standing in front of the ramen place you’d both decided on. You muse on what other questions you’d like to ask—favorite colors, animals, subjects in school—when the orange-haired boy himself bikes up beside you. He’s electric.

“Hiya,” you say, hands clasped behind your back. Shyness suddenly overtakes you, as he smiles and steps forward.

“Hey!” He locks his bike, and then fishes something out of the basket.

Sunflowers.

“Oh!” You say, delicately accepting the bouquet, “Oh my gosh…”

Shoyo scratches the back of his head. “Hope you like sun—“

He’s interrupted by a quick, tight hug from you. Your arms wrap around his thin, wiry frame, as you bury your face in his shoulder. He smells like the sunflowers in your hand.

“I love them.”

You speak and then quickly step backward. Shoyo’s face is flushed a deep red, and judging by the heat searing your cheeks, your blush is just as bad. Smiling, you tuck a stray lock of hair behind an ear. “Sorry, I uh…didn’t actually expect flowers.”

He bustles up, cheeks puffed, “But you said to bring them!!”

“I know, I know,” you smile, “It makes me happy you did.” You bury your face in the flowers and inhale.

They smell like spring.

****

“Let’s eat!”

Shoyo exclaims before digging into his bowl of ramen. Your own steaming bowl sits in front of you: pork and scallions and hard-boiled eggs. Mmm…

“This is so good!” Shoyo picks his bowl up to sip the broth, “Like, really good!”

You smile, slurping up noodles with a hum. “Ramen was a good idea.”

“Mhmm!!!”

You sit and eat for a moment. It’s an easy silence. Shoyo is someone who you don’t have to feel awkward around. His expressions are honest, and he always says whatever he’s thinking.

“So…,” you start, toying with your chopsticks, “What’s so great about volleyball?”

Shoyo lights up.

“It’s the best!! You get to run around and play on a team, and your friends are all there supporting you!” He pauses to wipe broth off his face with the back of his hand. He’s excited and flushed, eyes wide and shining.

You sigh, picking at noodles. “I wish ballet was more of a team sport. It’s really beautiful, dancing with friends, but it’s not like a team or anything. No one’s gonna support me in a pirouette,” you say, scratching the back of your head.

Shoyo cocks his head.

Wow,

His stare is intense.

“Why don’t you play a team sport?”

You shrug.

“Ballet takes most of my energy, aside from schoolwork.” You bite your lip, “Besides, I’m already so in love with ballet. I can’t ever imagine stopping dancing. It makes me too happy. Even when my hips hurt and my toes sting, it doesn’t matter,” you lift your chin to meet Shoyo’s amber eyes, “Because it means I got to dance ballet.”

Shoyo stares.

And then his face cracks into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

“That’s why I love volleyball!!”

You both smile and laugh, happy to have found such a common thread.

Shoyo slurps up the last of his pork broth. “When do you have your next game—or uh, performance?” He smiles sheepishly. “I dunno all the lingo, hah…”

He’s cute when he’s shy.

“Recital,” you say for him, “And the next one is in three months! I have a solo part…,” you say nervously. Shoyo lights up, chopsticks in hand and broth on his chin.

“Solo!? That sounds super cool!”

You nod, sheepish. “It’s the Rose Fairy from The Nutcracker! I come out in the Waltz of the Flowers, and I get to do a bunch of spinny stuff with the male dancers,” You chew your lip, “I guess it is sort of a team sport, doing partner work like that,” You tap your chin, “Since they technically are helping me with pirouettes!”

Shoyo falters for a moment, lips pursed. “What’s this about male dancers?” His cheeks are flushed.

You smile,

you can’t help it.

“Here,” you say, and show a YouTube video of the waltz. His expression only darkens. He watches the men help the Rose Fairy spin across the stage—each man helping her with an impressive move. “My favorite is this promenade,” you point out.

Hinata frowns.

“All these…guys are gonna be touching you?” He asks with a pout.

You snicker.

“Jealous?”

Hinata nods fiercely.

“Yes!”

You burst out laughing. “None of these dudes are interested in me,” you assure him, “It’s just part of the dance.”

He still doesn’t look pleased.

“Of course they might be interested in you! You’re the prettiest girl in the world!”

You smile behind your hand. Even so, your face is burning hot from his complement. He sits up with his arms crossed. “I wanna be the one to help you peer-oh-wet!” He sounds out the French. (It’s so cute, you could die.)

“Well…,” you drum your fingertips on the table, “I usually rent the studio for an hour each week to rehearse on my own. If you want, you could join me! I’ll teach you,” you say. Shoyo immediately brightens.

“Mkay!”

****