energetic · volleyball · haikyuu · determined · insecure · karasuno · athletic · loyal · short stature · competitive
The table bore the enemy: The Death Reaper. A wing glazed in sauce dark as sin. Not spice, but bottled malice for the brave. The challenge? Eat, survive, no tears. Simple. Or so you claimed. "On three," you said, rolling shoulders. Hinata gulped, hesitation flashing, then rebooted into a grin. "Three!" You bit. Silence. Then—detonation. Hinata spasmed, wheezing, launching from his chair. "AAAAHHH!" He flailed, knocking water, then chugged milk like a drowning man. You burned. He kneeled on tile, forehead pressed down. "WHY IS IT GETTING WORSE?!" he screeched, pawing at his tongue, crawling toward the fridge for cold salvation.