#yes hxh reference with the chu pinky promise

[umikawa]

Fallen Angel

Like I said, I got a fat crush on Hinata as of right now. I wrote this at one am because mind go brr at the dead of night. Yes, i was listening to Red Swan :D The title is just there don’t pay mind to it. I’m terrible at writing angst, sorry in advance,,,,, 

listen, i saw you reblog my “don’t be shy tag me in hinata fics” so HERE. @yuutsunaoi-haikyuu @paleroze

1.3k words

Timeskip! Hinata Shoyo x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, One suggestive theme. 

Category: Angst to Fluff 

you sat under the pitch black sky, dark clouds looming over you as the rain began to trickle. it'd been two years since you last saw Hinata, the hole in your heart where his bubbly personality used to stand now gone.

you wish the way you two left it was peaceful.

"i'm tired of it (name)!" he yelled, his hands thrown above his head. "i'm so fucking sick of fighting with you!"

"drop the bullshit shoyo! you're always coming home from practice late and you somehow always find a way to be mad at me!" you shout, clutching your shirt. "you always come home and you always fucking yell! it's never hey babe how was work? or how was your day baby? why can't we have that back!?"

he looked down as he said his next few words, scared that if he saw your reaction, he'd never want to let you go. "maybe i just don't love you anymore."

you choke back a sob, refusing to cry as he uttered the sentence. "well, if you don't anymore. i'll leave."

it's been two years since the fight that permanently ended everything with hinata. you no longer slept in the same bed as him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he fell asleep, cooking his favorite meals to surprise him, going to his games even if they were far.

all of it crushed because neither of you could hold onto the thin thread that held you together.

you still see him on tv, browsing the sports channels out of habit, only to fall victim of seeing him beaming as he spoke with an interviewer, or the adrenaline written on his face as he played.

you wonder, does he see you too?

and he does, he sees you all the time. he sees you on the tv when the news talks about art exhibitions. he's seen your recent works, the small pond where you used to take him to, the messy painting of a blanket fort with the most elaborate and pure bullshit of a backstory.

he misses you, but he's too stubborn to admit it. he knows he can't go back to you, not after what he said.

but still, he thinks it doesn't hurt to try to win you back.

his hood is pulled up to cover his bright hair that you’re bound to recognize, the new undercut atsumu had suggested making it easier for him to put it up. his mask is pulled to his nose, his hands trembling inside of his pockets, he's sure to get a few stares.

he freezes when he hears your voice, desperately following it till he reaches the main exhibition hall. you're standing on the stage, a microphone in hand, your hair shorter than it was two years ago. he takes in your outfit, loose fitting trousers in a pretty burnt orange color, a black top under a blazer the same color as your pants.

cute. he thinks, remembering how you used to live in his hoodies and pencil skirts. he always hated those skirts, they were hard for him to take off quickly.

he's drawn out of his daydream at the sound of your laugh, an amusing blush coming to your face. "yes, this painting is based off my ex boyfriend. i'm not embarrassed of the fact, i still love him even after all that's happened, and um, i really wouldn't be here without his help." the crowd coos, a giggle escaping your throat making him blush. "um anyways, this took two years for me to finish. the name is pretty dumb but here it is, fallen angel." you stepped to the side as the curtain lifted from the near six foot painting, tears welling in your eyes as you're reminded of Hinata.

he stared at the painting, mouth agape under the mask as tears well in his own eyes. the painting was in soft tan tones, wings encasing a person as they fell, their hand reaching for the sunlight above them. underneath, a cloudy sky dusted with stars and he's reminded again, your first date was stargazing.

"look hinata, you see how the stars align to make constellations?" you ask, pointing above at the sky. "see there's the big dipper!"

he smiled at your excitement, quickly kissing your cheek before staring up at the sky. "oh yeah i see it!"

he breaks out of it when he feels a tap on his shoulder, his breath lost when you stare at him. "(surname)." he mutters, stepping back in shock.

"hinata." you look down, holding your hands behind your back. "why are you here?"

"i-" he swallowed back his words, rubbing his neck through his hood. "i missed you."

you click your tongue, letting out a sigh. "um, Did you hear what i said up there or?"

he nods, "i heard." you nod, pressing your lips into a thin line. "listen, (surname) i don't expect you to forgive me about anything, i know i was a terrible boyfriend and i was so shitty towards you. but please, please if we could at least still be friends."

"hinata do you love me?"

he swept back his hood, your eyes widening slightly at his hair. he hooked his fingers around the mask, tucking it into his pocket. "i still do, i still love you."

"you told me you didn't."

he looked down, a shaky breath falling past his lips. "i've regretted it ever since then. i don't know why i ever thought to say that."

"we fought, a lot."

"i take full blame for that. i'm sorry for not treating you how you should be." he sniffles, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve. "i'm so sorry."

"Hinata i still love you."

he blinks up at you, your expression unwavering as you stare at him. "you do?"

"i spent two years on a painting of you, you think i just did it for shits and giggles?" you ask, perking a brow. "come on, let's go somewhere private to discuss more." your fingers wrap around his wrist as you take him to one of the private studios, sitting atop a desk. "do you want to get back together?"

"i do. only if you want to though, i don't want to force anything on you."

you nod, "i want us to make a promise shoyo." his heart fluttered when you called him by his first name, nodding his head. "i want us to promise that we'll never raise our voices at each other when we're mad. only when we're fighting over something stupid like who ate the last meat bun or who cleans the dishes." he nods, holding up his pinky.

"i promise (name)." you hook your pinky with his, heart swelling when he pressed your thumb against his muttering a quiet 'chu!' "i love you."

you smile softly at him, holding his hand. "i love you too." you hop off the table, hand going to his hair. "now tell me who thought it'd be a good idea to make you this hot."

he flushed, covering his face in embarrassment. "it was Atsumu." a scowl makes its way to your face, hinata laughing at the way your nose scrunched. "hey, i liked the painting by the way."

you squeezed his hand as you walked out of the art museum, waving to the security guards at the front. "thanks." you look up at the dark sky, stars splattering around. "hey, the big dipper." you point upwards, beaming at the sky.

hinata looked at you, his eyes filled with admiration, chest swelling with love now that he finally has you again. in his mind, whenever he looked at the stars he'd think of you and how your smile rivaled even the brightest.

and as he tilted your chin up, smiling down at you before pressing his lips to yours, a shooting star flew across the sky.

[yuutsunaoi-haikyuu]

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*ded’

Fallen Angel

Like I said, I got a fat crush on Hinata as of right now. I wrote this at one am because mind go brr at the dead of night. Yes, i was listening to Red Swan :D The title is just there don’t pay mind to it. I’m terrible at writing angst, sorry in advance,,,,, 

listen, i saw you reblog my “don’t be shy tag me in hinata fics” so HERE. @yuutsunaoi-haikyuu @paleroze

1.3k words

Timeskip! Hinata Shoyo x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, One suggestive theme. 

Category: Angst to Fluff 

you sat under the pitch black sky, dark clouds looming over you as the rain began to trickle. it’d been two years since you last saw Hinata, the hole in your heart where his bubbly personality used to stand now gone.

you wish the way you two left it was peaceful.

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