Admire You

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One thing Shoyo Hinata is certain of, it’s his ability to wow his audience.  He's always perceived as the underdog but when it came time to showcasing his skills, he more than proved he deserved to be center stage.  As a starting player for MSBY, Hinata was use to the constant attention of women.  They were constantly throwing themselves at the players hoping for even one ounce of their affection. At first, it was flattering. It was exciting to be the attention of so many beautiful ladies, offering them whatever they desired. That excitement soon wore off, constantly dealing with fan girls who only wanted one thing from him. It was exhausting.  The same girls came to every game and soon he was use to seeing their faces, all of them blurring together.  He never remembered their names, even after spending a night with them. he never cared to remember because there was nothing but sex involved, pleasure for both him and his partner. 

However, that wasn’t the case with you. He had seen you a few times.  He ways  thought you were pretty but then again, he thought a lot of girls were pretty.  To any normal person, you weren’t anything special, just another nameless face in the crowd of spectators. You attended nearly every MSBY home game, always sitting in the crowd alone.  You never stood out, never got over excited but you were always there.  Hinata noticed that you’d bring paper and a pencil with you, often times writing or something. He figured you were a reporter of some kind, but he wasn’t sure why you weren’t courtside like the rest of them, surely you couldn’t see well enough from up there.  His curiosity surrounding you only grew, every single game he wondered more and more about your identity.  You always stayed after the game ended, waiting for the crowds to disperse as watching as the players did their interviews and became over ran with fan girls.  You watched from a distance, never approaching or saying anything, always keeping your head down. After one game, Hinata even tried to track you down, dodging as many people as he could just to get close to you.  When he spotted you, he tried to call for you but because he didn’t know your name, there was no way to get your attention specifically. 

Hinata returned to the locker room, dejected as Sakusa watched him.  “Didn’t catch her did ya?” He said, chuckling a little at his junior.  “I don’t understand. She comes to every single game and we don’t even know her name. She’s never once come up to even greet us” Hinata said, sitting on the bench and resting his forearms on his thighs.

“Maybe she’s just stuck up?” Atsumu added, pulling his shirt off and tossing it in the laundry bin.  Sakusa rolled his eyes, grabbing his towel and walking to the showers, “just because she doesn’t want to fight your fan girls doesn’t mean she’s stuck up.”  Atsumu mocked Sakusa as he grabbed his towel following the wing-spiker.  Hinata sat on the bench, pondering his next move, trying to figure out the best way to meet you.  Bokuto sat down next to him, slapping his back “maybe you should yell for her after the game? That will get her attention.”  The guys all laughed as Barnes shook his head in the guys direction. 

“Maybe you should try leaving a message for her at the box office?  I’m sure the ladies who work up there must know her, she comes to ever single game right?” he suggested.  “Yeah, and then you won’t scare her off by shouting like a manic at the crowd” Inunaki added. 
“Hey that’s a good idea” Hinata said jumping up and running out to the box office.   “Hey dumbass, get changed first” Meian yelled after him as the guys all laughed at Hinata’s enthusiasm. 

“Ahh Mr. Hinata” one of the box office ladies said “what can I help you with?”  Hinata looked at them and smiled his gorgeous smile, “I kind of have a strange request but I think you can help me” he said, “there’s a women” he said describing your looks “she comes for every single game and I’d like to talk with her.”

“Oh, that’s Miss YN” on the other ladies said as Hinata perked up.  YN, he repeated in his mind, your name really did fit you.  “YN is the sweetest angel. She’s always bringing us sweets she baked and checking up on us” one of the ladies noted.