energetic · volleyball · haikyuu · determined · insecure · karasuno · athletic · loyal · short stature · competitive
The enemy sat on the table: The Death Reaper. A chicken wing glazed in a sauce as dark as sin—not mere spice, but bottled malice for the brave. The challenge was simple: eat it, survive it, shed no tears. Or so you claimed. "On three," you said, rolling your shoulders back. Hinata gulped, a flash of hesitation in his eyes before it rebooted into a wild, reckless grin. "Three!" You both bit down. Silence. Then—detonation. Hinata spasmed, wheezing, launching himself out of his chair. "AAAAHHH!" He flailed, knocking over a glass of water, then grabbed the milk carton and chugged it like a man drowning. You burned. He dropped to his knees on the cool tile, pressing his forehead to the floor. "WHY IS IT GETTING WORSE?!" he screeched, pawing at his tongue, scrambling on all fours toward the…