•𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 : 𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎•
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Hinata never understood how a person can love another person. Growing up he would hear stories about a princess calling for a handsome prince with a cliche ending. Though, in real life, most of the time people don't have happy endings yet they seemed to enjoy themselves. His mother always told him not to focus on love but focus on something that made his heart skip a beat.
Volleyball.
Ever since the first time he held a ball, Hinata knew it was something he'd want. The feeling of the ball made the tips of his fingers tingle and the stinging sensation on his hand after smacking the leather made him go crazy. The redness on his tender skin showed him achievements that he dreamed of. The first volleyball he ever got was (I know this is incorrect) when he 9 years old. It was a bit smaller than a normal sized ball but still worked as great. Hinata still remembers the beautiful blue strips hat curved around it and the feeling when he first spiked it over his hand made net (two brooms that had a small blanket attached). It was fate.
After years of watching and playing, Hinata continued to fall deeper in his passion about the sport. His height never got in the way when he was on the court. All he needed was his speed and team to win the game.
Or so he thought.
Hinata remembered as if it was the day before when he met an interesting man named (Y/n). He had a match against the rival Nekoma High with high hopes of beating them, though he did get sick once or twice when the first arrived at the school. Thanks to Tsukishima's help. Running to the nearest bathroom, Hinata held his arms over his stomach as he grumbled with anxiety and nausea. He normal routine of locking the bathroom door and cleaning himself up happened a bit faster that time since it would happen every match. Washing his hands, Hinata unlocked the door but heard a few voices coming from down the hallway.
"You're late, (L/n)."
"Yeah, i know but i'm here now. The match hasn't even started so don't worry."
The voice was deep and seemed to have a nice silk vibe. The footsteps seemed to get louder so Hinata took the chance to peek out from the bathroom and seen a tall male with (h/c) hair stand next to the Nekoma's volleyball team couch with a small smirk on his face. He wore the same red track uniform that belonged to the rivals with the number #10 on his chest. The height of the mysterious male seemed to imitate Hinata a bit since he could feel the anxiety in his chest expand. Hinata noticed how close the two were getting to the bathroom and quickly stepped out, not wanting to seem like a creep peeking. He straightened out his jersey but time seemed to slow down. When his eyes adverted up, they met a pretty color (e/c) walking by. They stared right back at his chocolate brown eyes with interest. The tall volleyball player rose his eyebrow as he continued to walk but gave Hinata a small smirk before turning away with his hands into his pockets. The sound of footsteps softened til the point Hinata was standing in the hallways with complete silence.
(L/n)..
They lost that game, 18-25 (I can't remember exactly how many points until the game is officially over, my apologies). In the beginning of the match Karasuno was doing fairly well. They were able to lead five points ahead with Kageyama's toss and Hinata's spike. Quickly running to the other side of the court, Hinata surprised the Nekoma team with a high jump and powerful slam. It took the opposing team by surprise and the small crowd in the stadiums. Hinata took that chance to look down at the hand that slapped the ball over the net. He saw the same redness slowly brightening up and felt the tingling creep around his finger tips. A smile creeped up to his lips while his hand clinched into a tight fist. Quickly his eyes looked up at the other teens and seen Kuroo-senpai whispering to the familiar male he saw in the hallway.
Just like before, their eyes met.
He held the same look from before. The small smirk on his face but in his eyes, he had determination.
The score was 13-11, Karasuno in the lead. Hinata held his position and heard someone call out to him. Turning his head to the side, he noticed Kageyama staring at him with a serious expression.
Right.
Hinata nodded his head and prepared himself to run at his top speed to the other side. His shoes planted to the ground, waiting for the signal. He took a deep breath. The feeling of excitement was building in his chest, ready to explode when he hits the ball. Soon realizing the ball was passed, Hinata quickly stepped to the left and ran behind Kageyama, jumping up high with his eyes closed. In his heart, he can feel it. Hinata can feel Kageyama pushing the ball up toward his direction. Letting out a shout, Hinata felt the palm of his hand connect with the ball and used all of his power to push it down.
Falling back down to the ground, Hinata waited to hear the ball slam down on the wooden floor but felt a force quickly fly pass him. His eyes widened when he saw the ball bouncing on THEIR side of the court.
W-what!?
His head shot over, feeling his chest tighten up when he saw the tall (h/c)ette standing in front of him on the other side of the net. He noticed the palm of both of his hands were slowly turning read and the smirk on his face never left. It was blocked. Hinata's spike was blocked by someone. He took a hard swallow, feeling a nervous sweat fall down his head as he slowly stood back up.
"Hell yeah, (L/n)-senpai!" The tall russian shouted, wrapping his long arm over the semi-shorter male and drug him back to the rest of the team. A few other members shared a few high-fives with him and began to get back in position to continue the game.
He..blocked it?
The rest of the game was history. Hinata attempted another one of his spikes but the annoying blocker would force the colored ball on their side of the court, denying Hinata's spike. Throughout the game, he kept getting distracted by watching (L/n)'a moves. Indeed he had great power. His serves were smooth, the spikes echoed loudly and his blocking skills were unbelievable. No one could get past him. Hell, even Sugawara-senpai was getting frustrated by their new opponent.
When the game ended, the Karasuno team was panting like dogs. They were heart broken about losing but most were happy that they were able to play.
"Argh, those bastards! Next time I'm going to kick their asses!" Tanaka shouted, feeling his eye twitch with anger. "Every one of them!"
"Me too!" Nishinoya quickly joined his friend's side with the same expression, steam blowing out of their ears.
Hinata zipped up his jacket a bit, letting his jersey underneath be seen and glanced over his shoulder. He saw (L/n) taking a drink from his water bottle and Kuroo pat his shoulder. They were speaking but Hinata couldn't hear them because how far he was from them. Reading their lips were impossible since they were barely facing him. Anger filled his small body as he stared at the tall male, who was smiling.
Letting out a huff, Hinata sat his water bottle down on the bench and stomped his way over towards the small group of friends with red puffed cheeks. "Hey you!" He shouted.
The sounds of Hinata's loud voice caught the tall volleyball player's attention, making him turn around but only smiled when he saw the familiar short orange haired decoy.
Once their eyes met once again, Hinata felt a lump get caught in throat as a cold chill crawled down his spine. The color (e/c) blended with a beautiful light grey made the short male take a small step back, feeling his heart pound against his chest. Never has he seen such colors compliment each other so well, to the point Hinata fell into a daze. His slim fingers slowly gripped onto his black hoodie, feeling the fabric bundle up in his hand. What was he supposed to say now? Hinata was able to get the tall male's attention but he didn't plan on freezing under his stare.
"You- Erm.. W-what..?" Hinata bit down on his tongue, cursing to himself.
"Looks like you got a fan (L/n)-kun." Kuroo placed his hand on his kouhai's shoulder.
"A fan huh?" (L/n) spoke up with a small chuckle escaping from his pink lips. "I know you! I've seen you play before I joined this club. That little quick attack of yours is pretty cool. For a short stack, you're pretty fast"
"I'm 162 cm!"
"189 cm."
"1-1..89..?" Hinata stared at him, now realizing his true height. He nearly was tall at Lev, only being beaten by a few inches.
"Hey, dumbass!" Kageyama's voice echoes. "Lets go, we're heading to the bus."
"Eh.." Hinata looked over towards his friend whom held his everyday expression with his hands in his pockets.
(L/n) glanced over towards the black haired male and shrugged his shoulders. He picked up his gym bag, taking one more sip of his water before walking past Hinata with a few of his teammates. "Welp, you better get going. Nice playing with ya!" He gave a handsome smile, waving Hinata goodbye. "Until next time short stack." With that, (L/n) turned around and walked through the gym doors and disappeared down the hallway with the rest of his teammates.
Short stack..
Oddly enough, Hinata liked the way (L/n) said it.
Short stack.
"Short stack." Hinata repeated, gripping onto his hoodie where his heart was at. He could feel his cheeks heat up but was quickly yanked by the arm and dragged out of the large gymnasium.
Thus, Hinata's first real love story began with Kageyama cursing about ignoring him and threaten to kick his ass. Of course Hinata wasn't paying attention, he was staring at the large black doors where he last saw the mysterious (L/n) (Y/n).
See you soon.
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