#post brazil hinata

[zumicho]

SEASON ONE: EP2 — RED FLAGS ALL AROUND

it smells like seaweed.

no, this isn’t the ocean. the indoor kitchen has a nice enough view.

it smells like soy sauce too. add sesame oil, tuna, mayonnaise, and pickled plums to the mix. osamu’s hands are busy — assembling and flipping, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his palm, adjusting the MSBY baseball cap that neatly tucks his choppy summer cut away. he looks in his element. a chef? father of two? one of those. she makes a mental note.

the porch floorboards creak: a signal for incoming trouble.

bokuto almost tumbles into the doorway as nishinoya follows close behind, both faces plastered with ear-wide grins.

bo - pupils the size of jupiter - juts out his finger. “look.”

two ladybugs, perched on the pad of his pointer.

“what you missed out on.” noya quips. one climbs into her palm.

“where’s shoyo?” she asks him.

the two give each other an uh oh face, then they’re sprinting back outside, knocking over a few articles of furniture before leaving her with him again.

osamu: who was previously oblivious to her presence (whether or not he was faking, is an entirely different conversation). was scoffing. “got stood up?”

she’s rolling her eyes. “why do you ask? going to play knight in shining armor and go with me instead?” the corners of her lips tug.

he’s dumbfounded. or so it seems. whatever it is — the silence is making her nauseous. did he not expect that? was it too much?

“jeez, can’t take a joke? I don’t go for guys with buzzcuts.” that’s not what she wanted to say. his hair looks.. fine. nice, even. still: there’s nothing more satisfying than landing a blow to a man’s ego. especially when the chance waves itself in front of your face.

samu opens his mouth, but her date’s walking down the steps before he can snark out a reply. her attention is diverted. stolen. there’s an odd weight in his chest when her back is turned toward him.

he decides he doesn’t like it.

they’re exchanging a look. unreadable. he’s watching (involuntarily). she walks up closer, and for a moment — osamu freezes.

they’re going to kiss? when they just met?

her hand meets her hip.

“why are you wearing a tie to the beach?”

osamu is wrong.

kuroo goes pale.

author’s note: I’m aware the pacing for the last chapter was rough, there will be improvements trust 🤝 I tried writing this from 3rd pov how do we like?? I want this to feel like watching a show

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[toastyyjams]

historians will call them close friends

[littleleafbugblog]

A little comic about Kageyama visiting Hinata in Brazil!! I'm a sucker for anything post-time skip

[ruwhimsical]

“I WASN’T LEADING YOU ON, GIRL!”

He was no longer the sloppy volleyball player you hung out with, but he still was your best friend—right?

cw : heavy angst , slight fluff , gn!reader , miscommunication , hidden feelings , reader has some ass friends , idk what else !!just read and find out😈

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You invited your friends to the MSBY match, knowing they’d be more than happy to accept. They weren’t your closest friends—just people you met along the way during university—but they were better company than going alone. The thought of running into Hinata by yourself made you uneasy.

One of your friends kept gushing about how all the players on the team were “eye candy.” This was typical for them—they’d always openly talk about guys they liked during class, feigning ignorance about how uncomfortable it made you. But you never said anything, afraid they’d drop you if you did.

Right now, though, you were thankful for their chatter. It was a convenient distraction from your thoughts, especially with Hinata on your mind. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to suppress the awkwardness when you saw him. The dread was already building in your stomach, even before the match had started. You knew he’d search for you in the crowd afterward, probably try to strike up a conversation. But what did he even want from you now?

The three of you made your way to the stands, your friends ahead, engrossed in a conversation you didn’t care to join. You took your designated seats.

“I’m so excited for this, oh my god! Do you think I could get Sakusa to sign my shirt?” one of your friends exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Be so for real… he’d probably send the biggest dirty your way,” the other one snorted, earning a playful slap on the shoulder.

You tuned them out, your eyes scanning the arena. Then, your focus landed on MSBY’s number 21. Your “best friend”—or at least, that’s what you used to call him.

But that was before he cut you off. You had no right to crawl back into his life. He’d made that clear two years ago when you heard the news of his departure—not from him, but from Kageyama, of all people.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the velocity of a spike sent the ball smashing into the floor. You glanced at the scoreboard: Hinata had already scored a point for his team.

“Hey, Y/N… isn’t that orange-haired guy the one who invited you here?” one of your friends asked, piquing the curiosity of the other.

“Oh my god… are you guys secretly dating or something?” your friend giggled, leaning in with a mischievous grin, clearly trying to pry the answer out of you.

“It’s not like that,” you said quickly, offering a half-smile. How you wished it were, but that was a fantasy. “We just hung out during school. He messaged me and asked if I wanted to come, nothing crazy.”

“Bummer… but I won’t lie, he’s a really good player,” she said, slumping down in her seat.

You looked back at the arena, and there he was—Hinata, darting around the court with the same speed and stamina you remembered, reminding you of his old self. Maybe he hadn’t changed that much, after all. But then you noticed the difference—his movements were no longer sloppy. They were controlled, smooth, as if every motion had purpose. He was confident, proud, the embodiment of someone who’d truly grown.

The sight brought a bittersweet smile to your face. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of admiration for how far he’d come. But looking at the back of his jersey, you were reminded of the cold, hard truth.

To achieve his dreams, he’d had to create distance. He had chosen to leave you behind to pursue them, likely never telling you in fear of you trying to stop him. You weren’t selfish—you would have fought for him. But maybe he saw you as a threat to his ideal life. He cut you off without a word, leaving you to fill in the blanks.

Now, here he was, trying to waltz back into your life. But you knew it wouldn’t feel the same. No matter how friendly he acted, no amount of effort could erase the two years of radio silence between the two of you.

You were no longer on the same wavelength. He had become someone who lived in a different world—out of reach.

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As the match comes to an end with MSBY claiming victory, the stands erupt with energy. Fans rise to their feet, reporters swarm toward the sweaty players, and long lines form as eager supporters clutch their merchandise, hoping for a chance at an autograph. You, on the other hand, are desperate to leave, debating whether to send Hinata a quick text with an excuse that the commotion is too overwhelming to meet him.

But before you can make your escape, your friends pull you toward the crowd surrounding the players, hoping to catch their attention. You stand awkwardly on the outskirts, silently begging for this to end. Then, a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you feel your heart lurch, nearly stopping altogether.

There he is—the one and only Hinata Shoyo, smiling as if the past two years had never even happened.

He stands before you, now 5’7”, his once-boyish frame replaced by a lean, muscular build honed by endless practice and the fierce Brazilian sun, which left his skin with a tan that hasn’t faded. You realize you might not have recognized him if he hadn’t spoken first. This isn’t the same 5’4” kid you used to spend your days with. He’s different now—almost a stranger.

“Hey y/n, I’m so glad you could make it,” the change in his voice catches you off guard, making it hard to come to terms with the fact that he’s standing in front of you—not as the third-year high schooler you once knew, but as a professional athlete.

“Yeah…” At a loss for words, you try to shift his attention away from your awkward demeanor.

“You were great out there, I almost didn’t believe that was you,” you shoot him a nervous smile, hands tucked behind your back.

“Of course! They don’t call me Ninja Shoyo for nothing,” he puffs out his chest, attempting to impress you—but it only makes you laugh.

It almost—almost—reminds you of how things used to be. Maybe you could pick up the pieces of the friendship you two left behind, after all. And if you’re lucky, you might even be able to make something new blossom between the two of you.

“What’s so funny? I’m being serious, you know!” He glares at you, but then, he stops. He notices the way your eyes soften, and it hits him—he misses this. He missed you. He can’t let you slip through his fingers now that you’re finally here, standing before him.

“Y/N!!” One of your friends rushes toward you, pulling you away from him before you can reply. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.” You know she’s lying, but the way she eyeing Hinata and disregarding your existence burns.

“I’m your biggest fan! You’re so fine,” your friend says, grasping Hinata’s hand.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Hinata flashes his best fan smile, like it’s second nature. But the one thing that hasn’t changed? Your ability to read him like an open book.

A surge of anger courses through your veins. Whether it’s jealousy or something else, you’re not sure, but it’s enough to push you into action. You need a way out of this awkward scene—and quickly. Then, you notice the subtle glance Hinata gives you, and it sparks your idea.

“Hinata, how’s your foot? Does it still hurt?” You look at him, hoping he’ll catch on.

Quick as ever, he feigns pain, rubbing his leg. “Yeah, now that you mention it, it does kind of hurt.”

“Oh, why don’t I help you get to the first aid? It’d be a shame if you couldn’t play your next match because of this,” you suggest, shifting to offer him your support. He carefully leans on you, but you can tell he’s being cautious, not wanting to put too much weight on you.

“Bye, guys! You can head on without me!” You hear their confused, skeptical glances, but you ignore them. You escort him outside, where their prying eyes won’t be able to reach.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Hinata bends down, holding his knee while resting against the wall. He looks up at you with a small, grateful smile.

“Don’t you deal with fans like that all the time?” you cross your arms, a cool demeanor returning as you lock eyes with him.

“Yeah, but it’s not every day I get to see you,” he says, a smile that’s real, not the one he gives desperate fans. It’s the smile of someone who’s been missing you, someone who’s never forgotten you.

“If those are your actual friends, I feel bad for you,” he adds, and you can’t help but feel a mix of dread and anger. You want to keep the mood light, but there’s something inside you that just won’t let it go. You can’t ignore the hurt anymore.

“Yeah, you could’ve been my friend if you hadn’t left without a word two years ago.” The words are out before you can stop them, and you watch as his smile falters, his gaze shifting away from you—avoiding it, as if running from the confrontation. But you’re not going to let him run again.

He turns away, looking at the ground, but the guilt is clear. His posture stiffens, as if he’s struggling to find the right words.

“About that… it was kind of hard to break the news,” he admits, and you almost see red. The anger wells up in you again as you whip your face toward him, seeing the tension in his clenched jaw. He’s distressed.

Your mind spirals, hurt and confusion overwhelming you. Did he think I was a nuisance? Did he forget about me? Or worse… did he not even care?

“What do you mean? You told everyone else with ease.” You scoff, trying to suppress the rush of emotions. You thought maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to fix things. But it’s clear now—he’s not on the same page.

“You’re different…” he says quietly, his voice breaking the tension.

You’re caught off guard, the air thick with the weight of his words. You don’t know what to say, don’t know how to process it all.

“You’re special to me…” he continues, his voice soft, like he’s testing the waters. “There was just no way I could tell you without breaking down. I knew that if I told you face-to-face, I would’ve started doubting my decision. And you know how much volleyball means to me.”

“So do I not mean as much?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. You laugh bitterly. Does he think that’s a good enough excuse?

“You could’ve texted me, you know,” you mutter under your breath, but the words are sharp with the sting of betrayal.

“I know… but I had hoped if I just said nothing, then we could pick up where we left off when I got back. It’d be as if nothing had changed at all.”

Nothing had changed at all? The anger in you swells.

“You’re so selfish…” Your voice cracks, but you hold it together. “Do you know how many pitiful glances people gave me whenever your name was mentioned? How I spent months unable to function because I thought my best friend hated me? I doubted if you even considered me a friend!”

You feel your heart pounding as you try to keep it together. The frustration, the hurt, the confusion—all of it comes rushing back in a tide of emotion. The anger takes over, but beneath it is a vulnerability you refuse to show.

“I don’t hate you…” He steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to gently take yours. “I could never hate you. I loved you, okay? I loved you, and I was afraid that if we stayed in touch, you wouldn’t be interested anymore. That I wouldn’t have time for you.”

The words hang in the air, suffocating you. He’s desperate. You can feel it, the weight of the years that passed between you two. It’s almost too much to bear.

“You could’ve told me before…” The words escape you in a whisper. “I would’ve tried. I would’ve made it work. Clearly, you undermine how much I care about you. When have I ever been bored of you?”

His eyes gleam with that hope again. “We can start fresh. Forget the last two years. Let’s make it work, please…”

You want to give in. You want to run into his arms and forget everything. But you can’t. You know it won’t be the same. You know that you can’t ignore the hurt of the past two years.

“I don’t think we can…” You pull your hands away from his grasp. The scene plays out slowly in his eyes as you begin to walk away from him—the same way he walked away from you.

“I’m sorry, Hinata. I just can’t bring myself to act like those two years didn’t happen.” Your voice cracks, but you don’t turn around.

And for the first time, it was his turn to feel the anguish you’ve carried all this time.

extra :

—> FREE ME exams are around the corner and instead of studying I’m doing this lol!😂😂😂😭😂😭😂😭😂😭😂

—> gulps i hope u guys enjoyed this cause I certainly did not enjoy writing ts!!

—> help i lowkey feel like no one gets the songs the thaf i reference as my title

—> this how we coping chat ….👅

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mlist

[waveoftheocean]

been thinking about brazil hinata recently so here he iiissss

[v3lleityy]

he stared at that photo later he misses hinata so much

[belatinysun]

this panel is super special to me and it's one of my favorites in the whole manga cause it shows how dedicated to his routine Shoyo is. his room is super organized, shelf is filled with a large variety of books, the dragon ball dvds in THREE different languages (portuguese, english and spanish) and his healthy meals-everything is a silent demonstration of how Shoyo’s mindset is, how much he learned and still learning to take care of himself better and raise his limits.

Shoyo takes everything in stride nowadays as he follows a chill routine in which he takes care of himself and plays the best of the best in volleyball, always prioritizing his well-being using discipline as the key 🧡

[touchlikethesun]

part of what makes brazil so special in my mind is not only did oikawa show up right when hinata needed him to, but meeting hinata there when he did also healed something in oikawa, something that had been hurting for years. do you- do you get it? they both saved each other then. they both needed the other in that moment and no one else could have filled that role… don’t you get it… oikawa saved hinata and hinata saved oikawa they both got what they needed when they needed it

[artisticxlly]

Shoutout to my mutuals who kept talking about timeskip! Hinata and Oikawa so I had to draw them :P

[afterthelambs]

Idk how to explain it but the general vibe is like

pre-timeskip: Kagehina

post-timeskip: Hinakage

Basically going to Brazil gave Hinata a confidence boost and becoming an adult made Kageyama go from baby to babygirl

[zumicho]

SEASON ONE: PILOT — FAMILIAR FACES

author’s note: osamu’s not an asshole he just doesn’t deal well with attitude guys I promise my man is fine he’s respectful and polite (most of the time) !! + the episodes will get longer promise. to prevent confusion I recommend reading the contact names before the convo, & the tweets from bottom to top (the correct order lol)

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[bluestarjay]

A personal Hinata headcanon of mine is that after learning Portuguese, he got kinda hooked on languages. He started learning a whole bunch of different languages either after coming to Brazil or leaving. (English, Spanish, French, in addition to Japanese and Portuguese is what I had in mind). Like idk, he failed English in high school, but once he was able to learn it for himself, not for a grade, and certainly not in a boring way his adhd couldn't understand, he got good at it. I don't think he's stupid. He may be dumb, but he's not stupid. I actually quite like the idea of him being a total nerd in lesser academic-y categories, like linguistics and etymology, the arts and history, and he'd like them especially for the cultural significance. He likes going to new places, even if they're not really that far from home, he just likes the new experiences and knowing how things are different between the two. Like how socially and economically different Miyagi and Tokyo are, how the behavior changes between the players at all the different schools, etc. He'd totally read up on the history of Brazil, wanting to learn everything about the culture there, just because it interested him. He'd probably like the history and cultural and social significance of different music genres and different art styles. He's content living in either Brazil or Japan; he's got no time for traveling the world like Nishinoya, but he learns a bunch of languages anyhow, simply because it's fun. Another headcanon is that he can cook really well (which I can explain another time), but he'd def cook all kinds of foreign dishes, once again, mostly for the culture. It's different. It's a new experience, one of his favorite things in the world, and now that he has the money and freedom and knowledge to make said dishes, the world is literally his oyster! He'd do anything to learn more about why certain cultures eat certain foods, why a certain genre of music is popular there, why they speak the way they do, all because it's fun and interesting to know!

[luvinghanni]

Summer loving

Shoyo Hinata x Fem!Reader smut

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Heya lovelies sorry I haven't posted in so long I have been having a rough time and just completely lost all motivation to write but i'm back for the time being ☺️

!NOT PROOF READ!

As usual I've tried my best to not include look indicators so people of all races, body types, skin tones etcetc feel they can read this fic- please note the reader in this fic does have a female body (AFAB + female pronouns are used)

Tags: Hinataxreader, p0rn w heavy plot, p in v, creampie, Haikyuu smut, AFAB, OOC, OOC Hinata??, Fluffy bits

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You loved volleyball, so much so that when you were made aware of there being an all girls team at your highschool you joined in a heartbeat, plus your older brother Sugawara happening to play on a team at the same highschool definitely helped in sparking your passion. Due to your older brother being on the Karasuno volleyball team you managed to form some good relationships with some of the guys, after all you did see them every day after school at practices.

They were all great, don't get the wrong idea- though some were a lot easier to get to know than others- there was one who always stood out to you..Shoyo Hinata. From the moment he walked into the gym and you locked eyes you felt something shift within you, usually you're only into guys like Kageyama but he had something about him that you couldn't name for the life of you.

As time went on you and Hinata got closer and closer with you constantly getting teased for your "schoolgirl crush" by members on the team, especially Suga. Unfortunately nothing ever happened between you two in time and you were left to go your separate ways the second graduation came around. You tried to keep in contact you really did but as most relationships that contact started to weaken as you got older and pursued different careers in life, the most you saw of him was occasional likes on your posts and stories and the very rare supportive comment; you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your day when you saw his user pop up in your notifications even after all these years. Time had passed and it was finally summer. You were now 21 ending up in Brazil for your work, during college you discovered so much love for photography and culture you'd spent as much time as you could travelling and exploring cultures across the globe. Despite being busy with photography you still kept up some of your old hobbies, volleyball being a main one- after all the beaches in Brazil were perfect for beach volleyball.

Strolling through the streets of Brazil soaking up the sun on your way to the beach you swore you saw a flash of orange hair appeared in front of you, your mind immediately thought of Hinata's signature look you remembered before dumping the thought. The beach was unsurprisingly busy and only became busier as the day went on. It had been at least an hour since you started playing and it was finally your turn to serve again, just as you threw the ball into the air a voice called out entirely throwing off your focus. Turning around you prepared to face the ever so slightly jarring presence but you found yourself stifling a gasp.

It was him without a doubt. The bright orange hair, the smile you could see from miles away, those beautiful eyes, it was 100% Hinata. Even though he'd grown since highschool and bulked up there was no way you'd forget that face and it seemed as though he recognised you too. Hinata's face fell into one of shock. "Y/N?" he managed to call out "Oh my God Hinata? It's actually you?" strong arms pulled you into a hug without answering your question, God he got big and you were loving every second of it.

When you eventually pulled apart you couldn't help but stare at eachother analysing the changes in each others faces "You look older.." he spoke up with a smile, your heart sped up as his eyes dragged up and down your bikini clad body "you look good Y/N." now this was a Hinata you did NOT remember experiencing. "Thanks Hinata, you look..pretty good yourself.." you fought the urge to stare at his toned muscles, tanned skin practically glowing in the Brazilian sun.

Forgetting the Volleyball you both decided to hang out for the day catching up and flirting with no end, honest to God you'd never been complimented so much by one guy, despite not seeing eachother properly for years it just felt..right? As if no time had passed at all. Understandably your stomach sank a little when it began getting late as you knew you'd have to part ways. "I had a really good day with you Y/N..I missed you, you know" the world felt as though it stopped moving entirely "I missed you too Hinata." you bit your lip wondering whether it would be weird to ask him to stay with you and he seemed to pick up on it "Got something to say beautiful?" his eyes were mesmerising.."Hinata would you like to come back to my hotel room tonight?" the words splurged out of your mouth like word vomit catching the ginger by surprise "I thought you'd never ask, lead the way." he smiled arm wrapped around your shoulders.

(Smut starts here)

Hinata hardly let you both enter the room before he was all over you, this was not the sweet boy you once knew in highschool now he seemed almost primal the only thing in his eyes being lust. "Y/N tell me you want me I won't continue until you tell me you want me." pulling him closer you whispered into the ginger's ear "Hinata I need you." these four words must've flipped a switch in the man because you were swooped off your feet and thrown onto the hotel bed Hinata climbing on top of you, lips heavy against yours, hands eagerly rubbing every inch of your body practically begging to feel you eternally.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his fingers found your underwear slowly pushing them to the side before finding your sensitive clit- brown eyes instantly met yours "I've wanted to hear what you sound like under me ever since highschool, don't hold back beautiful." slipping two fingers inside of you Hinata's mouth happily embraced your nipples, groaning at every sweet sound you released. Soon it became too much to handle "Shoyo I..I can't I'm gonna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as your came all over his fingers with a whine.

"Good girl you did so well for me Y/N, think you can take more?" he teased sucking his fingers clean while releasing his cock from his shorts, precum leaking from his soft pink tip. You practically started drooling at the sight of it. "Hinata-" "No" he started "Call me Shoyo, sounds pretty from your lips" nodding you continued "Shoyo please fuck me I've wanted you for so long.." you felt a tinge of embarrassment fill you as you begged for his cock. A smirk appeared on the ginger's face as he moved your legs to rest by his hips and pushed inside of you in one thrust, you moaned the loudest you ever had never feeling anything as good as he felt. Groaning into your ear Hinata began to move faster inside of you, whining your name as your hand found its way into his hair tugging it slightly.

It was heavenly. HE felt heavenly. Every stroke hit just the right spot to make your back arch and nails scrape lines down his toned back.

"Y/N I'm close- fuck you feel good" the ginger's hips began to speed up as he approached his climax, grip on your hips strengthening as you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him even deeper into you. "Fi..fill me up Shoyo please I'm begging you." you moaned into his ear gently biting on his ear lobe, he did not need to hear you twice as he came inside of you with a groan of your name before collapsing on top of you panting into the crook of your neck.

When you both regained your breath he spoke up "I've liked you since highschool you know" the soft voice attracting your attention "there was just always something about you I could never forget and so I guess I fell in love and never fell out.." his voice was gentle as he stared lovingly down at you in his arms, holding you so softly as if you'd break with the slightest bit of force. You pressed a feathery soft kiss to his peachy pink lips before pressing your forehead against his, "I feel the exact same about you Shoyo, I have since highschool." he smiled teary eyed as he rested his chin atop your head "I like who I am with you Y/N." were his final words of the night "..I like who I am with you too Shoyo." you replied nestling into his chest letting your eyes slowly close.

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WOW FIRST FIC IN A FEW WEEKS??

again i'm sorry for disappearing but i'm hoping to be more active 🙏🏽

I hope you enjoyed lovelies

As always comments, requests and constructive criticism is always welcome x

- Hanni 🤍

[coconutlimeverbena]

I don't follow MHA; so in Haikyuu terms, is this basically how it ended

[bnnywngs]

Kenma wanted to wait for the interview to end, but as soon as Shouyou saw him nearby, he ditched the journalist and jogged up to him, grabbing him by the waist and spinning around.

“I love you so much.” Kenma mumbled against Shouyou’s ear, kissing his cheek multiple times “So, so much.”

Shouyou laughed and got him back on the ground but never let him go. Nothing else existed at that moment beside them. Kenma held Shouyou’s face between his hands, caressing the warm skin softly before kissing him on the mouth. Like this, their slight height difference was clear, as Shouyou looked up to Kenma with the eyes of a man deeply in love.

“Congratulations. You deserve this, Shouyou.” Kenma said, before kissing him again “This and everything else. Everything you want.”

Kenma was so deeply in love with this man.

“I love you so much.” Shouyou said, voice trembling, but he wasn’t crying “Thank you so much.”

Someone tapped Shouyou’s shoulder and they broke apart, still smiling. One of Shouyou’s teammates smiled at Kenma and they shook hands, before he pushed Shouyou to where the award ceremony was going to start.

On the videos and pictures that circulated later that night and the next day, Kenma looked so in love and so proud of Shouyou. They ended up trending worldwide with the video of them kissing and talking to each other on the court, even appearing on the Japanese sports news for a moment.

now on ao3

[lys-9-10]

New KGHN post-timeskip fic

Read on AO3 (preview below image)

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Four. That was how many texts Tobio had received from Hinata since he’d left for Brazil. 

Four texts, all clustered within the first few weeks of Hinata’s arrival . . . An arrival that had taken place almost two years ago.

Tobio doesn’t know what he had been expecting. 

Daily Facetimes? Good morning and good night texts? “How’s your day going?” check-ins every afternoon? 

Whatever he’d been expecting though, it wasn’t this. This: sitting on his bed, staring at their scant message thread on his phone, tapping his screen every time it threatened to go dark, waiting, waiting . . . for something. 

When Tobio had said “See you later,” to Hinata after their grad ceremony, he knew it would be a while before they did indeed see each other later. Tobio didn’t know how long Hinata was planning on training in Brazil—even Hinata didn’t know that—but it was sure to be at least a year, possibly several. 

And yet even then—even with the prospect of almost 20,000 km separating them for an indefinite period—it honestly never occurred to Tobio that there would be a time when his days wouldn’t be filled with Hinata.

They were the infamous 9/10 duo, after all. One of those names that you only ever hear in conjunction with the other—“Hinata and Kageyama.” “Kageyama and Hinata.” They simply didn’t exist without each other. . . 

Except now they do. 

Now Tobio wakes every day—trims and files his nails—eats breakfast—packs his bento—leaves for practice—practises… and comes home. 

And at no point in his day is there Hinata. 

Tobio knows it’s natural. People going abroad and eventually forgetting about their friends from back home. But . . . somehow he’d thought . . . 

Tobio squeezes his eyes shut and presses the heel of his palm to the splitting ache in his head. 

Hinata and Kageyama. Kageyama and Hinata. 

They simply don’t exist without each other. 

Except now they do. 

----- Hoshiumi is quick. 

Too quick. 

The first time Coach Suzaku asks them to do it—“Try that quick attack you used to do with your ginger in high school”—Tobio just smirks. Because there’s no way Hoshiumi will be able to connect, he’s sure. 

But when the ball slams into the ground on the opposite side of the net rather than dropping listlessly at Hoshiumi’s feet . . . Tobio feels something inside his chest shrivel up. 

“No,” he says instantly, and his voice feels like it’s squeezing out of his compressed lungs. “That wasn’t right.” 

It absolutely was right—the timing, the technique, the power—it was exactly right. 

But it was also wrong. Incredibly, horribly wrong. 

“Huh?!?” Hoshiumi sputters, indignant. “What are you talking about, that was perfect!” 

“No,” Tobio says again, sharper than before. “It was—”

Wrong, a betrayal, a hole being ripped through his core . . .

“—It didn’t feel the same.” 

And at least Tobio isn’t lying. Because it didn’t feel the same. It never could, no matter how technically flawless. 

“You’re full of bull!” Hoshiumi shouts, really riled up now. “That was better than with your second-stringer Little Giant and you know it!” 

Tobio’s eyes narrow. And when he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous. “Second-stringer?” 

Hoshiumi glares back. “Yeah, second-stringer! As I recall, I came out on top in the Little Giant showdown in high school!” 

“Hinata got a fever.” 

“Because he wasn’t strong enough! And because he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to take care of himself!” 

Tobio steps toward Hoshiumi—one short, heavy step. He feels the fingers in his right hand clench and release. His nostrils flare as he tries to remind himself to breathe, breathe, don’t do anything stupid that will get him suspended from the team . . . 

“Don’t call Hinata an idiot,” he rasps at last. And it’s hypocritical—outrageously hypocritical—but right now Tobio can’t see past the angry red haze in his eyes to care. 

Hoshiumi is silent for a moment, gaze scraping slowly over Tobio’s face. Then, he scoffs. A low, disbelieving scoff.

“That’s what this is about. This is some asinine loyalty stunt for your subpar shortie.” 

Tobio has never left practice early before. He’s never even left practice on time before. He’s always the last one in the gym, well after the others are gone. (The very last one. Because on this team, no one stays behind with him, begging for “one more toss”.) 

But right now—only fifteen minutes into the Schneider Adlers’ practice—Tobio turns on his heels and quickly strides away, off the court. 

He has to move quickly. Because no one is allowed to see the tears that are forming in his eyes. 

Hoshiumi yells after him, just before he pushes his way through the doors. “PUT THAT SHIT AWAY KAGEYAMA! YOU’RE IN PROS, THIS IS YOUR JOB! DON’T BRING YOUR EMOTIONAL CRAP ONTO THE COURT!” Read more on AO3