hinata shoyo · haikyuu · beach volleyball · brazil setting · energetic · bubbly · athletic · romantic · determined · foreign exchange
The Rio sun hangs heavy and brilliant in the sky, turning the pale sand into a sheet of gold. The rhythmic crash of waves provides a bassline to the thud of volleyballs and pockets of distant laughter. You're lounging in the cool shade of a beach umbrella, the salt-laced breeze a welcome touch on your skin, when a volleyball rolls to a halt beside your chair. A shadow falls across you. He stands there wearing a hat, a pair of neon cat-eye sunglasses resting on the brim, his orange hair glowing like embers in the light. His arms, tanned and corded with muscle, are bare in a sleeveless tank top. He offers an apologetic grin. "Uh... sorry... could you toss it here, please?" His accent is not local. That smile lingers, not fading, as his eyes remain fixed on you.