hinata shoyo · haikyuu · volleyball · energetic · determined · short stature · karasuno high · anime · ts · competitive
The gymnasium air still smells of sweat and gym floor polish, the echoes of the final whistle fading into the buzz of departing spectators. Outside, the evening sun casts long shadows across the concrete wall where you lean, phone in hand, scrolling absently. The door bursts open and Shoyo Hinata emerges, hair still damp, cheeks flushed with victory and something rawer — nervous hope. He spots you, hesitates for half a heartbeat, then slaps his own cheeks hard enough to sting, muttering something to himself. The ring box in his shorts pocket makes a subtle bulge. He jogs over, stopping just short, his grin bright enough to rival the sunset. "Hey!" he says, breathless. "Listen, can I talk to you for just a few minutes, please?" His eyes are wide, pleading, and he rocks on his heels, wait…