#post timeskip hinata

[toastyyjams]

historians will call them close friends

[lanirawhoney]

KageHina on an after practice snack run

[sonialiao]

fINAL poster omg these volleyball boys 😵‍💫. think of this as a msby promotional poster for osaka street food or something haha okay i'm going to bed now good night 🤣 🛏️

[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!

[somepinkthing]

Furudate made the post timeskip teams with comedy in mind. They said what is the funniest groups of ppl I can put together? And then did it. And then put yaku in a russian mob boss suit just to sprinkle that in

[piko-chan-plus]

Okay so I know Kagehina is basically married in their highschool years

BUT

Imagine if they just never felt the pressure to name their feelings and just... Expected each other to be by their side. Being together was just how the world worked

Until Hinata moved to Brazil

Imagine Kageyama texting Hinata in the evening to talk about his day just to realize Hinata is probably still sleeping right now

Imagine Hinata going on his morning jog, realising something is off and putting on interviews with Kageyama to at least hear this smug voice that used to race with him at every practice

Imagine Kageyama having to basically rewire his brain to stop always considering the wild, unexpected variable of Hinata on the court

Imagine Hinata complimenting the setters who he had the pleasure to play with and feeling off when they just say thank you instead of friendly kicking his ass

Imagine Kageyama subconsciously clinging onto the feeling that Hoshiumi will replace Hinata, always setting the balls unintentionally perfect for Hinata no matter how off they feel for Hoshiumi

Imagine Hinata memorising English verbs and laughing to himself (which kinda weirded out his roommate) about how he will beat Kageyama in this too

Imagine them both going into a call and talking to each other until they both go silent

They don't know what to do without the other

Something is off

They are off

And they silently just wish they would be together and not just by texts or calls

How they could wake up together, race together, play together, tease each other together, figure out new strategies together

Just be together

And they just stay on the call, in silence, just imagining the other next to them. Maybe a few tears fall down their faces. But nobody wants to break the silence to remind the other that they are so far apart.

[hitoshi-yuuto]

Kageyama : So we’ve gotten to the point in quarantine where my boyfriend comes home and says, "darling"-

Kageyama, pointing at a creepy looking statue on the table : "I brought home a potentially cursed item" !

Hinata : The keyword is "potentially" !

Kageyama : The keyword is "CURSED".

[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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[ehliena]

Imagine when they're in Team Japan, Hinata begs Kageyama to try their freak quick with him setting. Like how the Miyas could switch it up.

Imagine Kageyama doubting they can do it, but tries to anyway bc this is Hinata, they've done the impossible before.

Imagine them actually nailing it and looking at each other, not believing they did.

[missmiyao]

Like That (Tobio Kageyama)

Warning: Toxic relationship, miscommunication, jealousy, one night stand, wrong/incorrect depictions of works ethics, explicit language, smut warning, dirty talk, noncon picture taking, stalking, coercion, non consensual, dubious consent, rape, mention of drugs.

I wrote this without thinking much of the plot but somehow, managed to finish it. ~5k words. Heavily emphasize on female reader.

You thought the long relationship could at least make you know him better. You do hope he does know you better too. You know Tobio Kageyama from middle school, high school and still remain as friends until you finish your college year, graduate and have a job while he continues to become a professional volleyball player. He even played for the Japan National Team when he was just 19 years old.

Support? You always support his decision. He wants to try this team? Go, Tobio. You are great. He has a problem? You'll listen to them from night to dawn, even though you have a very important meeting with a very important person the next day.

You do think you're another friend of Tobio. Well, you're not a manager or anything during your whole high school life with him, but you're a close fan. Respect, it's what you always have to him. He's the same age as you. Although he is always his usual self that lacks in terms of communication, you know he tries.

During your final year in high school, you heard Shoyo Hinata talk to him.

"Hey, Kageyama. I know this is not related to volleyball, but I do want to ask this." You were there because Tobio promised you that he would walk you home. You told him it is not necessary, but he insisted. Your houses are close to each other too, so he doesn't mind.

"What?" His tone is always like that, either talking to you or Shoyo.

"Are you and her dating?" Shoyo mentioned your name, and you remain static behind the front door. Both of them didn't notice you at all.

"We're not dating, idiot. Back to training. Stop thinking of these useless things." He is always like that. You decided to ignore the ache you felt in your heart.

"Really? You two were so close! Even Tsukishima said you two are dating, if not, doing something behind our backs!" He claimed and Tobio rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"We're not dating. Fact. Get that inside your head. Pass the ball!" His tone became higher and started to become defensive.

"Tobio Kageyama. Listen to me. Only an idiot like you couldn't tell that she likes you. Hah, in love may be the perfect word. Can't you see how she looks at you?" Your heart beats faster when you hear this. Somehow, Shoyo and the others see it?

"Are you high, Hinata? Stop it." Again, with his defensive tone.

"I know you like her too Kageyama, but you refuse to do anything. You can't let her go. You don't want her to date any other man, that's why you always remain on her side silently but you're too stupid and path-minded. That's why you didn't want to be with her either. Man, you're weak!" 

Tobio didn't say anything and Hinata refused to provoke him any longer. 

You see them practice before deciding to close the door. The night wind of March never did anything to you other than deep thinking.

Maybe, you didn't read him wrong. Maybe, Tobio does like you just like how you're head over heels for him. 

30 minutes later, the gym door finally opens and you see Tobio first.

"Hey, Tobio." Your smile is like usual. He stares at you and nods.

"Let's go back." He didn't waste any time and you agree. You wave back at Shoyo when the three of you part ways.

That's in high school. During your college year, you remember that Tobio called you. He said that he has this problem and you meet him that night. He cried, telling you about what he felt. His sets don't feel good, everyone starts to say a lot of things to him that's meaner than high school and he feels like he couldn't breath.

You help him to calm down and that's the first time you and Tobio ever had sex. It's inside a hotel room that he booked to calm himself. You two somehow ended up like that. You never left in the morning and he never did either.

He stays, staring at you like he usually did in high school. It confuses you when he doesn't say anything. When you wake up, he kisses your forehead as sweetly as ever and finally gets up to leave. He leaves right after that, leaving you thinking in the hotel room. 

Ever since, you two sneak to hook up whenever he is free. To you, you are always free for him. 

This continues for like a few years, until you're 24 years old.

"Um, Tobio, I want to ask something." He's cuddling you under the blanket. He just got back from his game in Ireland. He's tired, you know that, but he insists on meeting you.

"Hm? Ask then." You cup both of his cheeks while staring into his eyes. His dark blue eyes and one of the perfect haircuts he ever did really makes his face lethal to you.

"What are we?" You talked to Hitoka Yachi about this and hell, she yelled at you on the phone. She wasn't angry with your poor life decision, she just asked if you're okay or Tobio ever forced you to do this. She's worried about you.

We're friends. Why?" His words make your heart ache again after a few years. You nod at him, smiling before kissing his lips once and hug him tight. You know he wouldn't notice your tears. Not at all.

Tobio had a game the next day, so you decided to end this stupid situation-ship one-sidedly. Friends? Friends don't kiss each other on the lips. They don't have sex conveniently and definitely, do not share this kind of intimacy. You cooked for him, be his emotional supporter and such. He had the nerve to call you his friend?

You should give yourself a break. You should have more self respect.

Right after he leaves in the morning, you blocked his number and social media. Everything. Hell, you even deactivate your social media for your own sake. You didn't tell Tobio that your work changed your office to Hyogo. Somewhere in Ichikawa you're not mistaken. Though, your work doesn't stop there.

"You mean- training? Brazil?" You look at your new boss as if she's joking. It's just your third day here, and you're now going abroad?

"Wasn't it great? You don't have to worry about a single thing! Just pack your belongings for a week! All of the expenses will be covered by the company! You just go to the training and be well." Wow. Just, wow. You can't say anything much because you're new. 

You did go on company vacation or outstation or whatever it is, but you never thought you would be sent to one right after you're repositioned here. 

"No worries. I know you feel like 'oh, can I do this?' but please, I know you can. I've read your performance comments. You're more than capable. I trust you. Now, you're a part of my team and I will do my best to make sure you're well and knowledgeable!" She's a little kinder than your old boss but you're going to take it.

"Thanks, miss!"

*

A flight to Brazil sores you out. You're with your boss and the other person. She's very talkative, extroverted but she's good at her job. She's joining this training for another part of training that the company didn't cover you for.

Nevertheless, it is a good week for you. You're free from everyone you've known.

"Since we had a whole free day, why don't you two walk around and enjoy the scenery? I'm going to have a drink at the bar. Don't get lost. Anyway, have fun. I trust you two to have fun and be ready for the training at 8. We'll leave at 7 in the morning though." You decided to walk around the beach after you waved at your boss.

It's a very calm night for you. Somehow, you see someone with a ginger head that you know from high school. It took all of you to not scream at him. Lucky, he noticed you first. Shoyo is in Brazil! What is the possibility of him being in the same area like you, Rio de Janeiro?

Shoyo calls for your name, and you two end up hugging in public. It is such a relief to someone that you know, but it didn't stop there.

"Oh, you're here too?" You know that voice too well. You spend countless years with Tobio to analyse this man's skill.

"Oikawa san." You pulled away from Shoyo before stare at the older man. He's smiling at you, just like he did during middle school and high school. It is not rare for you two to cross paths.

"Well, what are you doing here? A vacation? You look like you need it." He winks at you, and you chuckle.

"Oh no. I'm on a work trip. I'll be here for the whole week for training. How about you two? I thought you're playing with a team under Argentina? Hinata's team is São Paulo, so I wonder why you're in Rio too." 

You learned that Shoyo has a game in Rio de Janeiro and Toru Oikawa has the same reason as you, training. You three ended up drinking non-alcoholic drinks for the night and enjoying ourselves. Shoyo is the first one who said that he needs to part ways because his teammates are worried about him.

"I can walk you back. My sense of location is not worse, okay?" Toru joked with you and you simply chuckled.

The two of you keep on exchanging conversation here and there. You finally know a lot of things from his perspectives, not only from Tobio.

"I've heard you and Tobio chan are dating. Congratulations! Though, it must be hard to keep up with that volleyball brain." Toru is right on one thing but wrong on another.

"Tobio and I are not dating. We're just... Friends." Yes, friends. That word hurts you so much that you cried in front of Toru. He didn't react much. He is indeed surprised, but decided to pat you on the shoulder and back a few times.

10 minutes of crying are enough to calm you down. Your eyes are red, your nose is stuffy and you don't even know what to do anymore. It's embarrassing enough to cry in front of your senior in middle school, but it is more embarrassing when he starts giving advice about relationships.

You cut him off after a while.

"I don't think he's ready. He's just volleyball oriented. He has his own life to do, and I have mine." The walk became so slow, that you felt like the supposedly 20 minutes walk became an hour.

"Yeah, but if he wants you to be in his life, he will fight for it no matter what. Trust me. Look, you know Nicollas Romero, the world-class player? He has a son. Thus, he's married when he's like, 22? If a man wants you, he will do his best to be with you." You hum at his statement.

Maybe, you're just a piece that he can toss whenever he wants. All of his aim, his life is all volleyball oriented. If you're going to cause chaos of that balance, he will push you away. That's why he refuses any relationship. That's why he said he's single. That's why you two are just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Sorry. It's not my business to talk about this to you. Now, let's get you back to your hotel room safe and sound." He walks first and before you know, you pull his wrist back.

"I don't want to go back. Not now." You saw glint in his orbs when you said that. You know Toru is not stupid are a fool. Even Tobio is not that dense in this situation.

"Mhm? Then, what are you suggesting now? Don't play coy this time." He pulls his wrist away from you and somehow, you start trembling.

"Since... Well, you know-"

"I don't. Speak clearly." His command makes you shiver. The Toru Oikawa in front of you now is not the same person you know. You gulp, taking a deep breath before exhaling.

"Can I spend the night with you?" He didn't respond, but he slowly crossed his arms.

"Why? What are you planning?" You shake your head.

"I'm not planning anything. You can just say no, Oikawa san. I respect that. Maybe we should go." You start walking and before you know it, he pulls you by your waist. Your chest is touching his front and you feel his heavy breathing.

"I didn't say no. I'm just looking at any possibilities from you, non-verbally." You firmly grab his shoulder.

"It's just a one time thing, Oikawa. One night will not change anything. Tobio and I had been sneaking around for years and we still remain as friends. Just friends. One night of you fucking me on any surfaces would not suddenly change our relationship. I know you, you know me. I'm your junior and you're my senior." He sees courage in your eyes. You heard Toru lets out chuckles.

You always saw him laugh, but never heard him chuckles this close. Too intimate for you.

"Your boss might be looking for you though. I can't risk hearing any phone calls during sexy times." He didn't touch you more than your waist. You admire his self control and perhaps, his respect towards you.

"I don't care. All I care about is leaving for work at 7."

That's how you and Toru hooking up for the night. You weren't sure how you ended up in this cramp room in the resort or whatever. You haven't got a good look at it. All you feel is Toru and Toru. 

Maybe you're just using him to forget your frustration towards Tobio. Toru must have known that when he heard what you suggested earlier. But, if he didn't want to be a part of it, he would never agree on doing this. 

"Do you have a condom?" You ask him and he nods.

"I've always kept spare in my wallet." He's laughing and you want to slap that cheeky face of his. He's toying with you.

"Whatever. You're clean, right?" You undo your shirt first and he stops.

"I am, okay? I have the report on my phone. We all get tested before every season. How about you?" He shoves you his phone and indeed he is clean. You unlock your phone and show your phone to him.

"Same. Though, I'll not let you hit me raw." As you're about to pull your skirt, he yanks your hands away.

"I don't mind, but these two must stay." He wink and you kinda regret this.

"You're a closet pervert, are you? Seriously, whatever." 

He promised you a lot of things before you two even start kissing. It started slow but it makes your mind hazy. You're pretty sure you didn't drink any alcoholic beverages and Toru didn't drug you. 

But every touch, even the slightest caress on your neck makes you go crazy. Toru is slow with his touches but he does more based on how you react. You're going crazy and he bathes in every single moment of you.

He keep his promise of fucking you on each and every surface of this room. His stamina is what makes you jealous and intimidated the most. The last hour of him finally fucking you on bed is at 3 in the morning and he never once cum.

"Oi-Oikawa-" You can't even breathe at this point. He's too hard, too fast and he's making your mind numb. You can't even count how many times you come, either by his finger, his tongue, his dick, whatever it is. You're far too fucked out.

"Toru, bebê. Toru. I'm the one fucking you now." You can't even open your eyes at this moment. All you feel is this mushy feeling. You're sure all Toru sees is your ugly face that tried to take everything he gave. 

You can't even start with your drool and eyes crossing everywhere. 

"Give me the last one, okay? I promise." That's one of the promises that he broke a few minutes ago. You shake your head, holding onto the pillow dearly as if that squishy pillow could save you. You're lucky that you're not that small or else you might be suffocated by his muscular body on you.

"Li-lie- FUCK!" 

You can't remember anything much, other than seeing him. He cleans up, he helps you to clean up. Hell, he even bathes you. All you can do is to take everything he gave you. You have no strength to stand anymore. It is all hazy and confusing. Your mind didn't come back. Even after he put your shirt back on along with your skirt, you didn't say anything.

You passed out with him hugging you to sleep.

Toru wakes you up at 5:30 in the morning, which you immediately but slowly dress properly to leave.

"Hey. Wait." He calls for your name. Even though you did smack his back a few times because he laughs at how funny you walk, you can't even blame him at this point.

"What?" You hope that your new boss will not kill you.

"Let me have your number. Who knows this little secret of ours will become more than this?" He winked at you and you sigh.

"I told you, we're not. Though, sure." Not that you care. You will never meet him again after this. All you care about now is you're going to go to the training.

After that, you leave and never see Toru anymore. Perhaps he's busy but hey, that's not your business. A week of going to train makes you learn a lot, theoretically. You hope to bring every knowledge you learn in your new office.

*

Three months. You're really loved by your co-workers and your boss. You're good at your job but know when to slack. You stare at Toru's number. You two did have a conversation like weeks ago. Again, both of you always remind each other of your status.

Friends.

You don't mind, because it is true. You're not going to assume more than you should.

"Hey! I've heard that you still have your PTO from last year. I'm going to be very honest about this. The company won't pay you, so I want you to take your remaining PTO from last year. No worries about the schedule since I'm the manager." Your boss said. Straightforward and very honest.

It's good actually. She does care for the well-being of you.

"It's just 7 days."

"The company will not pay us shit, please. Schedule any days for your time off. I'm not going to let you burn your entitled benefits." She showed you the whole calendar of everyone's off time and you're impressed.

So, you decided to finish your job and take a week off of last years' PTO at the end of this month. You deserve it. Your boss gives you the green light the very next day after you send your request.

On the first day, you spend your time with your beloved pet. Your parents have already passed away and your brother is working overseas. Since he lives in California, you two often text each other about your and his well-being. The time zone sometimes makes it impossible for you two to video call.

You miss to see his ugly face and you know he misses to say snarky remarks regarding your appearance like before.

"Aww Coco. I'm sure nii san loves to see you tuck your paw again." You yawn, letting your big, black and fat cat on top of you. Aww, how you love calling him fat. Your cat seems to know when you're shaming his body, so he smacks your face.

You flinched.

"Ouch! What was that for? You ungrateful- OUCH! I'm not going to mix your dry and wet foods then!" 

Your phone is ringing, and Coco jumps from your stomach to the floor. You flinch in pain because of how hard his feet are pressing your chest. 

"Grr. That hurts. Oh, Hitoka?" You picked up your calls and all you heard she's yelling.

"DID YOU HEARD?!" Gosh.

"Hitoka calm down. What is it?"

"Kageyama! Kageyama is going back to Japan!"

"Hitoka, that's not really concerning. He's Japanese, why would you need to yell about this?" You didn't scoff, but you wonder why. You never check on him anymore. You made a new account on social media and steer away from the volleyball world.

"He's looking for you. He keeps texting me, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima! I didn't say anything because you told me you're blocking him, but when Hinata told him about how he met you in Brazil, Kageyama somehow..." Hitoka takes a deep breath. You wonder what it is.

"Hitoka, I went to Brazil like three months ago. It's not a big deal. I blocked Tobio because I want to end this weird friendship I had with him." You heard Hitoka screech for a second.

"He saw your pictures with Oikawa. Did you go out with Oikawa?" You remain silent. How did he find out by pictures? You're pretty sure that none of you three take any pictures.

"I didn't take pictures?"

"Well, apparently... He saw pictures from Oikawa." You clench your jaw. If Toru took your picture, that must not be a good one. You will yell at that man later.

"What pictures?" You wait for Hitoka to respond.

"I didn't know. Kageyama didn't show any pictures and Hinata didn't know about it either. I've heard from Hinata that Kageyama video called him early in the morning and started yelling. Hinata's teammates wonder what the chaos is about." You wonder what actually happened. You decided to sigh.

"Hitoka wait. I'll ask Oikawa-"

"You have his phone number?! You two did go out together!" She pointed that out.

"Yeah, yeah. I do, we do. But, why would Tobio care about me? We're just friends, like he said. Even if I sleep with Oikawa-"

"Seriously? You... Gosh!" You know, she's indeed frustrated with your poor life decision but it already happened.

"I'm not in any relationship with Tobio. He can't stop me. Why is he mad anyway?" You decided to text Toru.

>> Did you take a picture of me without my consent and sent it to Tobio?

You're pretty sure he's sleeping or whatever he's doing. You don't care.

"Well... I thought that you and Kageyama always have something. You know, something that can't be said verbally, but everyone could see it." Her words make you remain silent. Why, you wonder?

"See what?"

"You and Kageyama. Together?"

You wanted to shake her shoulder violently. Didn't she hear it? You and Tobio are friends.

"I'm gonna hang up. Thanks for the update, Hitoka." You hang up and are immediately greeted with the text from Toru.

<< [Oikawa] Yes. I did. 

>> Why?

<< [Oikawa] You never said I couldn't. No worries, I've deleted everything after I sent it to Tobio chan 😉

>> Thts not the point.

<< [Oikawa] I'm just whipping his ass for you. Now, now. I'm going to grab my dinner. See ya~ 

And you never get any reply after that.

On your second day of your time off, you decided to grab some groceries. Coco keeps meowing because he dislikes the cat food that you bought, and you need to buy a lot of supplies for him. Thus, here you are, stuck inside the oversize mall just to buy a few things for yourself.

"Urgh, I swear that if Coco ever does that act where he scratches the food like it's his poop, I'm going mad." You grab each flavour of the wet foods and grab the usual dry foods that you always give him.

You also grab the sand for his poop or whatever.

"Hmm, I need to get my groceries too." You push your trolley away and head to the wet section. Maybe you'll get that nugget that you wanted last month since your budget is a little tight last month.

But for this month, your brother sent you extra cash because he finally got rid of his girlfriend that you didn't like. He finally found out about her infidelity that you told him like 20 times and yeah, they broke up.

You never like her. She's arrogant.

You feel shiver, somehow. It feels like someone is watching you from somewhere. You decided to shake it off, before continuing to do your shopping.

"Urgh, I can't wait to get back home. Hope Coco will be more grateful. That fat, black, fluffy, stupid but so cute cat." Your push your cart to the self checkout.

After taking the whole thing by one hand, you finally get to fit it in the boot of your car. Just as you managed to close the boot, someone's touching your shoulder. You're about to scream and yell, but it's just him.

"Get in." His voice is not soft like he always used to. He's mad, perhaps it's more than the tone he always used when Shoyo pissed him off.

*

"Where are we going? This is not the-"

"You slept with Oikawa?"

His voice is clear. It's too quiet for your own liking, contrary to the sudden rain that is pouring non-stop. He drives your car as if he owns it, stopping at who knows where this is.

You don't like this but Tobio is always like this.

"Why? Does it even matter to you?" You glare at him. He tried wearing a face mask to cover his identity, afraid of the public recognizing him from somewhere. But, you always know it's him.

"That's not the answer."

"Fine. I did, okay. So what? What's with it?" You never see his expression become as dark as that. Never, not even in high school. Tobio stares at you like you've did something wrong.

"You can't."

"Why not? Tobio, we're just friends. Nothing more, nothing much. Why would you care?" He glared at you, before driving you back home. He didn't say anything, not even a word. 

When you're just about to reach your apartment, you get this tingling feeling. A dangerous one.

"You can go, I can handle myself. Thanks." You didn't unlock your door yet, staring at him.

"I'll go after you get in."

"No." 

He didn't move at all. Somehow, his stare makes you scared. It's like a predator watching its prey. Nevertheless, you sigh, putting down your groceries and unlocking your door. You stare at Tobio who stares back at you before entering.

"See you, Tobio." You close the door faster than you ever did to him before but Tobio managed to stop it with his leg. Everything, every single thing that he did makes you become more aware than everything.

You pull away from the door, tossing all of the groceries and run to the closest room to lock it. You need to get away from him.

You find solace in your bedroom after you unlock it, but only for a moment, after you realise that you did not lock the bathroom door that joined with your room.

That's how Tobio enters your room with his hands in his pocket.

"Tobio, what is it? You scared me." Yeah, he could see that too. You've been trembling ever since you noticed him following you during your shopping. You and your senses are great, better than him even.

"I don't like what I saw."

"I promise you, what happened between Oikawa san and I is just a one time thing. I never saw him again. Just, forget about this, okay?" You didn't move from your position. In fact, you're holding the knob.

"Oh yeah? Really? Those pictures that he showed me would never make me believe it's a one time thing."

"Come on! Why would you care! You're my friend, not my boyfriend, not my fiancée or my husband!" You yell at him. He needed someone to put some sense into him and you did.

"Tch." He grabs you by wrists, holding you tight before dragging you to your bed. He makes you kneel before getting his phone out from his pocket. His physique makes him able to hold you by just one arm.

"Tobio!" 

"Shut up. I'm showing you what he sent to me. I just finished my shower after that damn practice and then I saw these." He shove his phone right into your face. Somehow, you wonder how numb your mind when Toru fucked you that night.

That picture. He's fucking you and using his phone at the same time. Fuck, he even had videos on and you never know? 

You gulp, staring at Tobio. Knowing him from before and now...

"I'm not that mad- okay, I am mad. Truly. You know how many times I fucked my fist watching Oikawa fucking you? You know I need to take another shower right after that, making me late for my next practice the next morning?" He did talk about this volleyball and that volleyball, but somehow, you noticed another feeling among it.

"Tobio... I just-"

"Did he get to fuck you raw like I did?" You shake your head upon his question and he smiles. It's so genuine.

"Tobio, please. I-"

"Did you suck him off?" 

"Tobio, please. I just want to-"

"Answer me, bitch."

The conversation continues, dragging from him shaming you as a whore and slut, another demeaning words that should make you cry, but you do not. All you know now, he's fucking you. He's like he's on drugs, yapping about a lot of things.

From how he sees you in middle school then high school, starts crushing on you, slowly making you his friend then more than that. You become the star of his wet dream and he never gets off without imagining it's you.

He told you he can't focus when you're nearby, because every single time you smile at him, he gets a boner. Nobody notices that, except Kei Tsukishima. The blond hair man told him to calm down or else he will tell you.

But you never know though.

When a man tries to flirt with you, he goes crazy. He didn't attack them, simply glaring at them and asserting his dominance like he always does to you. Hold your hands, bring your goods, help you, everything. Yes, he couldn't do that during your college time but he made time for the good time.

He thought he did good to make you stay with him.

"Tobio-" You can't focus. He's going without any protection and this is a serious issue of consent. You hate him doing this to you, but you can't do anything when all of his weight is pressed on top of you.

"I just want to retire at the age of 30, propose to you and marry you. I never- oh fuck, you like that, baby? I want to marry you after I retire. I don't want to force you to quit your job and follow me to Italy or any country that I play for." 

You feel hazy as he's kissing your neck. Maybe you're too pent up, that's why you're reacting to him.

"I tried to contact you right after my first game and all I see is one tick, you really blocking me here and there you bitch." He pressed you further and you squeal. 

"Sorry- Tobio."

"Now it's three fucking months I'm looking for you and what news I got? You slept with Oikawa! I don't fucking care if it's Hinata. Hell, I don't care if it's Kunimi or Tsukishima but Oikawa? You're really getting on my nerves." He slaps your cunt once and that makes you cry.

"I'm sorry! I never-"

"Must be fun, huh? Fucking on each and every surface on that damn room." Your visions were blocked by your own tears. Everything is too stimulating. All you could feel is Tobio Kageyama and nothing else.

Tobio grips your neck, tightening it up just like your cunt do.

"Did he ever choke you, baby? Did he know that you're a little masochist for me?" You shake your head.

"N-no, Tobio." You're struggling to breathe and Tobio does make it harder for you.

"Good girl. You're mine, okay?" You nod, agree with his statement. You block out right after you cum and he never stops at that.

Somehow, you woke up after two hours? All you know is that your apartment smells like curry. You stare at Coco, who eagerly and greedily eats his foods that were refilled. Hmph, that fluffy cat. You saw a man standing at the kitchen counter, cooking. You check your groceries from earlier and it's already put away.

"Tobio?" You call for his name, softly. He turns around, smiling at you as if he never does anything to you.

"I made curry rice. Sorry for using your kitchen." He should apologize for another thing but you let him.

"It's fine." You noticed a morning after pill on top of the table. Wow, he could finally buy one without asking you the difference and alone? He's a changed man.

Tobio turned off the stove before serving you the food. You didn't react but you're hungry.

"First, I want to apologize. What I did last time is wrong. I know my jealousy is wrong. I also apologize for calling you my friends even though I thought of you more than friends. Sorry that I never asked for your opinion." 

His apologies are dumped at the same time. All you can do is stand up and give him a hug.

"It's fine. I know you. You're always like this. I wouldn't stay with you if I truly hated you." He pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"I know you too. You're blocking me here and there not because you hate me. You're just mad because I didn't declare you more than friends. I apologize and next time, I will introduce you as my girlfriend. Will- will you be my girlfriend?" His eyes show sincerity and you chuckle.

You always know him. 

"Apologies accepted and yes, I will be your girlfriend."

The two of you are eating together for breakfast. Your heart didn't feel heavy anymore and finally, you two are no longer normal friends.

After a few months, he proposed to you and you said yes. Although he's still career oriented, you know Tobio will always choose you over volleyball. The only exception. 

Yeah, he's always like that.

End

[myanxietydemonaretootired]

My favorite CANON NON-VOLEYBALL THING in Haikyuu is that Hinata (a.k.a worst grades in his team) speaks at the end of the series Japanese (duh), English, Portuguese and a little Spanish

Like this dude was constantly shamed by Tsukishima for his intelligence and suddenly it's a polyglotte

Tsukishima: You are so stupid, a grade a dumbass.

Hinata: Coma meu pau

Tsukishima: Fuck you

[flyingwargle]

there are two ends of the table, and adriah is caught in between both.

one end is where he usually frequents, with his english-speaking teammates. they share a common tongue, an understanding of how it feels to live overseas and play for a foreign league. but when they start talking about their spouses and kids, that's when the commonalities stop, because at 28, adriah has only had one relationship that ended because his partner didn’t want to go long-distant.

so, he turns to the other end, where the younger, rowdier players congregate, except there's one problem: they speak japanese, and his own comprehension is similar to watching anime without subs - enough to understand the context, but not enough to respond intelligently.

and then there's inunaki, who sits across from him, alternating between gushing about his fiancée with meian and barnes, and egging hinata and bokuto to drink more. oh, to be bilingual enough to have such finesse over language. if adriah knew he'd play in japan, he would've studied japanese instead of french.

he looks at his phone, then at his glass, beer foam left along the rim. bar nights with the team can either be the most fun all week or the most isolating thing in the world. tonight, it’s the latter.

he stands. inunaki watches him. “bathroom?”

“just need some air.”

“okay.” laughter catches the libero’s attention, and he switches to japanese when he addresses miya. it’s frightening how he can easily code switch. adriah stuffs his hands in his pockets and slinks out of the izakaya.

the sky is dark, stars dimmed. he finds a bench not too far away and sits, phone out. it’s around 4 am back home. all the messages that he last sent to his friends and family were from him. he probably won’t hear back from them until the next morning. his sigh is long, throwing his head back to stare at the clouds.

when he’d gotten word that the black jackals accepted him, his family was overjoyed. they’d known how hard he’d trained to break into overseas teams, and to get accepted into a division 1 team after the first tryout is impressive. management helped him secure an apartment, prepared his papers, welcomed him to osaka. for the first few months, he got by using japanese that he picked up here and there, relied on the team’s bilingual staff, got close to the other players that spoke english. for the others, they managed to find some middle ground using gestures and simple words from both languages. it was fine.

and it still mostly is. some days, it’s easy. some days, it’s hard.

the izakaya door slides open and sounds of drunken salarymen and rowdy customers drift outside. he hears another voice that shouts over them. “adriah!”

he straightens as his newest teammate bounces over. he was immediately jealous of hinata when he first joined, already familiar with bokuto, miya, and sakusa, and he was fluent enough to converse everyone else, even mistakenly speaking in portuguese from time to time. he’s a whirlwind with an unpredictable path.

“hey.” adriah gives him a small smile. “did you need some air, too?”

hinata nods. “can i sit with you?” his accent is heavy, though not as bad as bokuto, who apparently struggles enough with japanese. miya usually acts as his translator, although his kansai accent makes it difficult to understand him at times.

adriah nods, and his teammate sits. for a while, they just stare into the darkness, listen to the train rattle in the distance, watch the lights wink in and out of existence. hinata speaks. “i know how it feels to be left out.”

he stares at him. hinata keeps his eyes forward, arms leaned on his knees. “i didn’t know any portuguese when i went to brazil. i wasn’t good at english either, and i didn’t speak japanese often. some days, it got so confusing that i’d speak japanese instead of english, or portuguese instead of japanese.” his chuckle is soft. “but i was still able to talk with the others, even if i didn’t understand everything.”

hinata straightens, catches his eye, gives him a smile. “if you want to join the conversation, just jump in. the others won’t mind. none of us are very good at english, so we speak japanese, but don’t let it stop you.”

“i think you’re doing fine,” adriah blurts out. “your accent, i mean. it’s good.”

“your japanese is good, too! we can help you learn.” hinata jumps to his feet. “wanna head back in?”

adriah blinks at him. even in the night, he’s still as radiant as the sun. “okay.”

back inside the izakaya they go. many of their teammates’ glasses are refilled, including adriah’s. they sit down, and hinata turns to the others, speaking in english. “bokuto-san! tell us the story again. adriah wants to hear.”

“huh?” the owl-haired wing spiker looks at adriah, surprise in his golden eyes. hinata gives him an encouraging nod. “okay! tsum-tsum, you help translate!”

“ugh, bokkun, what happened to yer daily practice?” miya grumbles, his kansai accent sharpening his vowels.

sakusa rolls his eyes, glancing at adriah. “it’s not an interesting story. just some dumb thing he mistakenly saw on his run.” out of everyone, he knows the most english. apparently, it’s because he spends a lot of time online reading about overseas cleaning products to import.

“i’d like to hear it, anyway,” adriah says, smiling.

and so, bokuto tells the story again, speaking in english, backtracking in japanese, correcting himself when he’s provided a proper translation. adriah helps fill in the blanks, offers alternate vocabulary options, repeats some of the japanese words for himself. it’s a process, but he stitches together the narrative in both languages, and by the end of it, he’s laughing with hinata, while bokuto yells that it isn’t funny.

adriah might not have the finesse to move seamlessly from one end to the next, but he’s confident that no matter which side he ends up at, he’ll be accepted with open arms.

[lanirawhoney]

Making up for that one kghn, long distance beach piece from 2023, with new happy beach boyfriends😘

[sijopolang]

Supportive big sisters (and a brother) all around 🥹

[givexmhellkid]

if I wrote a kenhina fanfic, would anyone read it? that has been my favourite ship from haikyuu since i can remember and I know it's 2025 but still 😭

writing it both in english and italian btw

[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!