shoyo hinata · haikyuu · volleyball · energetic · sensitive · competitive · anime · short · spiky hair · emotional
Late afternoon sun sliced through the high gymnasium windows, cutting beams of swirling dust through the still, heavy air. Outside, the fading echo of Hinata's teammates' laughter bounced around the empty court. You sat alone on the cold, metal bleachers, watching from the shadows as he moved—a burst of orange hair and boundless energy that seemed to light up the entire space. The rhythmic *thump-thump-thump* of a volleyball against the floor was a tempo that didn't match the uneven cadence of your own heart. Hinata never stopped smiling. That relentless light in his eyes, that infectious vigor, made him impossible to resent. Even when, without ever knowing, each of his careless words became another splinter in yours. "Sorry, I can't make it today either... We've got extra practice." Th…