#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

[medblackcoffee]

Drawing Brazil Hinata to distract myself from my country’s steep decline into fascism

[v3lleityy]

he stared at that photo later he misses hinata so much

[littleleafbugblog]

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

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° stains where you should be

( hinata shoyo x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — back in my haikyuu writing era ;)

♡ word count — 1.1k

♡ content — hinata shoyo x fem! reader, brazil! hinata, pro beach volleyball player! reader, slight nsfw, 18+, no explicit nsfw but it is mentioned, manga spoilers ig? even though i'm sure that many people know how it ends, established relationship, messy relationship, yearning, lmk if i missed anything!

♡ synopsis — after half a year in Brazil, the only time hinata feels like he is home...is when he's with you.

The first time Hinata sees you, you’re standing in the sand like you were born there.

The wind howls around you, but you don’t waver. The sand shifts beneath your feet, but you don’t stumble. Every movement is precise, every step purposeful.

You’re not just playing beach volleyball—you are the game, completely in sync with the rhythm of the court, the rush of the ocean breeze, the pulse of competition.

Hinata watches, entranced.

He came to Brazil to train, to push himself beyond his limits, to become more than just the player he was. But here, on the beach, everything is different.

The sand swallows his steps, the wind steals his control, and suddenly, the court he knew so well has transformed into something untamed.

He’s never played like this before, never had to adjust for an environment that fights back.

But you? You make it look effortless.

The match ends, and he’s already moving toward you before he fully realizes it. His shirt sticks to his skin, damp from his own practice, but all he can think about is you.

“How do you do it?” he blurts out, still catching his breath.

You turn, blinking at him with an unreadable expression. Up close, you’re even more intimidating—not in size, but in presence. Like you know exactly who you are, like the world doesn’t shake you.

“Do what?” you ask, tilting your head.

Hinata gestures vaguely to the sand, the wind, everything. “That! The way you move, the way you—like the wind doesn’t even touch you. How do you jump like that?”

A slow smile tugs at your lips. “I guess I just got used to it.”

“Teach me,” he says immediately, voice alight with determination. “Please.”

You exhale, watching him for a long moment before nodding. “Alright. Hope you’re ready to eat a lot of sand.”

It starts as training.

Late-night sessions on the sand, long after the sun has dipped below the horizon. The two of you meet when the rest of the world has gone quiet, when the only sounds left are the crash of waves and the occasional distant laughter from a nearby beach bar.

At first, he struggles. A lot.

The sand betrays him. The wind mocks him. The game he thought he understood has changed, and he stumbles over his own feet more times than he can count.

You laugh every time.

“Did you just trip over the air?” you tease as he groans, face-first in the sand.

“It moved!” Hinata protests, spitting out a mouthful of grit. “I swear the sand moved!”

You roll your eyes, offering him a hand. He takes it without hesitation.

The nights blur together—long hours spent chasing the ball, learning the subtle shifts of the wind, adjusting his jumps. He gets better. He learns fast. And as the training stretches on, something else changes, too.

One night, after an exhausting session, you tilt your head at him. “My place is closer than yours,” you say. “You can crash there if you want.”

Hinata hesitates for only a second before nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”

Your home is small but warm. The kind of place that feels lived in, filled with little pieces of you—a shelf lined with trophies, photos pinned up on a board, the lingering scent of something citrusy in the air.

You toss him a towel and some clean clothes. “These should fit you.”

Hinata looks down at the oversized towel wrapped around his waist. “What? You don’t like my new look?”

You snort. “Not unless you plan on making it a fashion statement.”

He grins but takes the clothes, disappearing into the bathroom. When he emerges, you’re already settled on the couch, a movie playing in the background.

Hinata isn’t really watching.

His gaze drifts to you—the way you’re curled up, comfortable, the way the screen flickers across your face. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to be closer.

The movie ends. You stretch, turning to him with a sleepy smile. “Goodnight, Hinata.”

Before he can stop himself, he leans in and kisses you.

Your breath hitches, but you don’t pull away. You kiss him back, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer, and before either of you fully register what’s happening, you’re tangled together—breathless, desperate, lost in each other.

By the time you make it to your room, he’s memorizing the way your skin feels under his hands, the way your laughter gets caught in your throat. You sigh his name.

And for the first time since coming to Brazil, Hinata feels like he’s home.

You are happy. Really happy.

Days spent playing, nights spent wrapped up in each other, whispered confessions between laughter. You make promises in the dark, in the spaces between his dreams.

And then—he leaves.

Hinata tells you he’ll come back. Of course he will. How could he not? Brazil changed him. You changed him. He says it with so much conviction that you believe him.

But then the months pass. And pass.

You call. No answer. You text. No response.

Then one day, you see the headline.

“Hinata Shoyo Signs with MSBY Black Jackals”

The picture shows him back in Japan, grinning, surrounded by everything he once dreamed of.

Your hands tremble as you set your phone down. You wait for a message, for anything.

But nothing comes.

And for the first time, you wonder if he ever planned to come back at all.

It happens at a match.

You’re focused on the game, locked in, until you feel it—eyes on you.

When you glance to the side of the court, he’s there.

Hinata, hands shoved in his pockets, watching you like he did that first time.

Your chest tightens.

After the game, he approaches, hesitant but there.

“Hey,” he says softly.

You exhale. “Hey.”

For a long moment, neither of you speak. Then, he swallows. “Can we talk?”

You hesitate before nodding.

The restaurant is quiet. The food is untouched.

Hinata had requested a private room for the two of you, the empty room almost seeming as if it was mocking you. You'd rather be playing volleyball naked, you think.

Anything would be better than this strange form of torture Hinata has put you through.

You stare at your glass, and then the words slip out before you can stop them.

“I waited for you.”

Hinata’s breath catches. His grip tightens around his drink. “I know.”

Your voice wavers. “I waited, and you didn’t come back.”

When you finally look at him, tears are welling in your eyes.

Hinata feels something in his chest break, and before he can think—he’s kissing you.

Between kisses, he mumbles

I missed you.

Missed Brazil.

Missed us.

I love you.

When you pull away, your voice is quiet. “Then prove it.”

And this time—he will.

He swears by it.

trying to get back into multi-fandom writing :) hope this was good!

likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated!

[waveoftheocean]

been thinking about brazil hinata recently so here he iiissss

[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

[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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[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

[sylviiz]

I cant stop drinking oil (drawing haikyuu genderbent) crude oil (lesbians) i cant stop guzzling it (women)

[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 🤍

[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!

[honey-decadence]

Hinata with a Spanish Speaking SO:

(How You Two Met)

Photo Source (Edited by Nico Alex) // post break border by @/evansyhelp

CW: None! Note: Reader is gender neutral!

WC: 808

You thought this language would be easy, that moving to Brazil would be easy. You thought Hinata was just another random volleyball guy you met at the beach. You assumed a lot of things but never would you have expected a study session to turn into something wholesome.

A/N: this was born out of self indulgence, i just wanted an excuse to spread bossa nova Hinata propaganda kdkskds i really head canon that he picked up guitar at some point during his time in Brazil pls enjoyyyy <3

Hinata was so thrilled to find out you were struggling to pronounce Portuguese

He immediately offered to teach you after an embarrassed "não falo muito português" after a volleyball session at the beach

You guys set the time and date for study session at his favorite cafe, one that he highly recommends to everyone

You weren't sure if you guys would really be studying if he was just gonna try to hit on you, like other guys you met at uni

You took the risk anyways, if things got weird, you would never see Hinata again after this, you were going back to your home country in a year anyways

You arrive at the cafe and saw Hinata there waiting for you, waving happily and signaling you to come over

You hadn't noticed it during the volleyball match then but he had... an accent. You just assumed he was another Nikkei of the Japanese Brazilian community here in Rio De Janeiro

It's while waiting in line to order coffee that he told you about his life in Japan, his dream to become a professional player and return home someday to play games

You found it so admirable, you were here on a student visa for something so mundane

He was here for something so remarkable ... that was the first thought that crossed your mind

You two ordered and paid for your drinks, pulling out textbooks while sitting down at the booth

Much to your surprise, he pulled out his own notes, a mess of kanji and Portuguese, some of it you can only half infer based on the similarities of your mother tongue

Hinata was intrigued once you opened up about moving to Brazil, about wanting to explore this corner of the world and underestimating the difficulties in the pronunciation of the language, thinking it would be a cake walk

A few hours fly by and suddenly the conversation is no longer about studying, it's just about reminiscing home and food, albeit with your weak command of the language

He found your accent cute, especially when you would slip up and and mispronounce something as if it was Spanish

At some point the lengua franca became this weird mesh of Portuñol, both of you generally understood each other and in the worst case, you both would write down whatever it was that you're both trying to say

After the study session, you two took a walk on the streets, continuing your conversation about your past lives, the struggles of adjusting to Brazil, etc. when you two come across a musician performing

Hinata effortlessly began to sing along to the bossa nova, not loud enough to gain attention from onlookers but enough to grab your attention

After he finished, he admitted to you that he bought a guitar recently, learning chords from YouTube

A lightbulb went off in Hinata's head suddenly, he looked over at you and asked if you can sing, his eyes shining, awaiting your response

"Come on!" he said. "It'll be easy for you, I'm sure!"

His grand idea being that while he learns chords to bossa novas, you sing to improve your Portuguese, something he admitted to doing while first learning to speak the language

The idea was simple but it was ingenious, you had to admit; you thought back to the times in elementary school where kids would learn a language through songs, ingraining the intonation of each word to perfection

You two shook hands, agreeing to meet up next week for another study session but at his apartment, Hinata recommended some songs to check out by some Brazilian artists, and some for you to study and enjoy

You were pleasantly surprised, here you thought this would be another awkward date but you genuinely felt like Hinata was interested in making friends with you

Bonus:

> Hinata and you would go on to date a while later; You were the first to confess and surprise him with a heart felt "付き合ってください？", Hinata almost cried > You two continue to sing and play together, both music wise and in beach volleyball. You're really the only person willing to put up with Hinata's abundant energy. > Now Hinata is teaching you both Portuguese and Japanese, you in turn teach him Spanish and English. Yes, no one can understand you two because you're morphing all four into a single sentence sometimes > He would later go on to embarrassingly admit to you that his wallet was stolen during that first date but didn't want to inconvenience you, he asked his roommate Pedro to loan him some money in the mean time to pay for the second date until he earned enough to treat you > Hinata introduced you to his (sorta) senpai, Oikawa, when he was randomly in town one day out of the blue. Hinata had to ask you both to slow down in Spanish so that he could stay in the loop of your guy's convo

[yaoisquidbob]

and after that..