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The crescent Moon hangs high in the sky, shimmering harmoniously with the scattered stars. In a silent competition, the city lights mimic their soft glow, casting gentle reflections in the ripples of the Seine. This secluded corner of the Olympic Village, where the path follows the river’s curves, feels like a secret world—far removed from the high energy of the Paris Olympics.
Hinata rests his head on Kageyama’s shoulder as they walk side by side, their steps unhurried, savouring the quiet intimacy. Kageyama’s fingers move lightly against Hinata’s palm, tracing the soft lines and lingering over the familiar callouses, like a map he’s memorized by heart.
A soft breeze drifts by, carrying the scent of the river mixed with a hint of summer warmth. Kageyama’s cheeks flush lightly, his eyes catching the shimmering reflections dancing on the water. “It’s beautiful here.”
Hinata tilts his head up, catching the interplay of pink and golden on Kageyama’s face. He giggles softly. “Yeah, but not as beautiful as you.”
Kageyama lets out a quiet chuckle. “Never miss an opportunity, do you?”
Hinata’s laughter is soft, melting into the night air. He spots a small bench nestled near the river’s edge and tugs Kageyama gently towards it. As they settle down, Kageyama rests his head on Hinata’s shoulder with a contented sigh. “My turn,” he murmurs, the corners of his lips curving into a smile that’s both teasing and tender.
Hinata hums, his fingers brushing stray hair strands away from Kageyama’s eyes. “Today’s match was exhausting, wasn’t it?”
Kageyama’s eyes light up, the exhaustion instantly forgotten. “Yeah, and it was so much fun. And the next match... it’s the finals, Shou. The Olympic final—with you.”
Hinata’s heart swells at the words, and he leans his head atop Kageyama’s, letting their warmth blend together. His gaze follows the moon’s path in the sky, then dips to the shimmering reflections in the water below. He takes a slow, deep breath, his grip tightening on their intertwined hands. “Yeah,” he breathes softly, pride and joy mixing in his tone.
A peaceful silence falls between them, wrapping around them like a blanket. It’s just them, the river, and the gentle hum of the distant city. Finally, Hinata breaks the silence, his voice a tender whisper filled with a happiness that’s deeper than any victory. “Happy anniversary, Tobio.”
Kageyama closes his eyes, a smile blooming on his lips, so soft that it’s almost a secret. “Happy anniversary to you too, Shou.”
It’s the Olympic final. The cheers of the crowd are deafening, but none of it registers in Kageyama’s mind. His entire being, every nerve, is attuned solely to the volleyball court. His gaze flickers to the scoreboard: it’s the last set—12 to 10 in favour of Poland.
Victory is within reach; he knows it. His mind is calm, like the sea before a storm, brimming with energy waiting to explode. He takes a slow, deep breath, centring himself. Across the court, his eyes catch sight of Hinata at the substitution line, bouncing lightly on his toes.
Hinata steps onto the court with that uncontainable fire in his eyes, every fibre of his body radiating confidence even through exhaustion. His presence is like a burst of sunlight cutting through a storm. Kageyama feels it—the shift in everyone’s energy is immediate.
Kageyama’s eyes meet Hinata’s for a fleeting moment, and in that instant, everything else falls away. They exchange a silent message, one that doesn’t need words.
I am here. We are here. Let’s enjoy this.
The whistle blows, and the rally begins. The pace is relentless, brutal, as the ball flies back and forth. Every spike is met with a desperate dig, every block is countered with another attack. The scoreboard flickers until it’s match point—14 to 13 in Japan’s favour.
Just one more.
Poland serves, and the ball is a blur of motion as it ricochets off Sakusa’s hands, spinning wildly out of control. Kageyama’s mind goes into overdrive. Without a second’s hesitation, he sprints towards it, his body moving on pure instinct. The court narrows down to just him, the ball, and the trust that anchors him to Hinata.
You will get the ball, won’t you?
Hinata is already moving before Kageyama even sets the ball. There’s no call, no signal, just a shared understanding born from years of playing, training, and growing together.
Always.
Kageyama’s hands connect with the ball in one fluid motion, not even glancing to see where Hinata is. He knows. He just knows. The set arcs perfectly—high, sharp, and fast. A no-look quick. Hinata reads it like it’s the most natural thing in the world and slams the ball down with all the power he can muster.
The gymnasium erupts. There’s no time for Poland to react. The ball hits the ground with a thud that echoes through the entire stadium. The referee’s whistle pierces the air, signalling the end.
Japan wins gold.
For a moment, time seems to stop. The crowd’s cheers swell and fade into white noise as Kageyama sinks to his knees, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His eyes track the ball as it rolls to the far side of the court, trying to ground him in the reality of what just happened.
But before he can process it, a familiar weight crashes into him. Hinata is there, kneeling, arms wrapped tightly around him, his face pressed into Kageyama’s shoulder. “Tobio, that set… you are amazing,” Hinata’s voice trembles
Kageyama’s hands move up, almost instinctively, holding Hinata close, his fingers curling into the fabric of Hinata’s jersey. “No, Shou… you are amazing,” he murmurs, voice breaking as he buries his face in Hinata’s hair.
The world catches up to them in a rush—their teammates flood the court, piling onto them in a chaotic heap of laughter, shouts, and congratulatory slaps on the back. It’s all tangled limbs and pure joy as their teammates pull them up, only to embrace them again.
The aftermath is a whirlwind: flashes of cameras, hurried interviews and endless congratulations. Kageyama and Hinata remain in a daze, their hearts still racing, caught up in the whirlwind without a moment to let it all sink in.
Before the medal ceremony begins, the athletes gather in a quiet corridor, waiting for their cue. The air is thick with anticipation, each of them lost in thought, trying to grasp the enormity of what’s about to happen.
Kageyama nudges Hinata’s shoulder, their hands slipping into each other's naturally.
Hinata leans into him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Tobio... it doesn’t feel real yet,” he admits quietly.
“I know,” Kageyama replies, his voice rough. “Feels like I’m still on the court, playing.”
As they walk towards the podium, the applause from the crowd grows deafening. Hinata’s gaze flickers over the sea of faces, the endless flashes of cameras, and the bright stadium lights. His senses are flooded by the sheer scale of it—the crowd, the reporters, the endless shutter clicks. The entire world is watching.
Kageyama’s grip on Hinata’s hand tightens, and Hinata feels his own heart steadying. Instinctively, he rubs his thumb over Kageyama’s knuckles and notices his tensed shoulders relax. The steady presence of each other is all they need amidst the overwhelming energy.
As Team Japan steps onto the top podium, Hinata inches closer to Kageyama until their shoulders touch. When the staff approaches with gold medals, he glances over, shaking their intertwined hands with a giddy, almost childlike grin lighting up his face.
Kageyama leans close, voice full of wonder. “This is happening. Truly happening, Shou.”
Hinata beams, his eyes bright with unshed tears, as he watches Kageyama bow to receive his medal. When it’s Hinata’s turn, he bows low, feeling the weight of the gold medal settling against his chest. The medal rests over his heart, right where his wedding ring hangs hidden beneath his jersey.
Our wedding rings and Olympic gold medals, Hinata thinks grandly, the significance hitting him like a wave. The memory of standing there for bronze in Tokyo feels distant now. Today, they are here again—but this time at the very top.
The stadium falls into a hush as the first notes of the Japanese national anthem begin to play. Hinata’s gaze locks onto the rising flag, the red circle of the sun symbolizing all they’ve worked for. His chest swells with pride, and the tears he’s been holding back finally well up, blurring his vision.
All he can hear is the anthem and his mind drifts through endless memories—years of sacrifices, countless goodbyes, the nights spent apart. Every shared victory and heartbreak, all converging to this single point.
Shouyou being here.
Shouyou being here with his partner, teammate, rival, husband. All the labels blur completely, and all that matters is—
Shouyou is here with Tobio.
Hinata’s breath hitches, the flood of emotions becoming too much to contain. Kageyama lets go of his hand, sliding his arm around Hinata, his grip sure and steady on Hinata’s shoulder as he pulls him closer.
Hinata looks up at him, catching the shimmer of tears in those ocean-blue eyes. His gaze drifts down to the medal on Kageyama’s chest, mirroring his own, and he feels the full weight of it again. Kageyama’s eyes are focused on the flag, but the warmth of his touch, the slow, gentle brush of his thumb, says it all—he’s comforting them both.
As the anthem ends, the stadium erupts in applause and Hinata’s composure shatters. He leans into Kageyama’s side, burying his face in the crook of Kageyama’s neck as the tears spill freely. “We did it, Tobio,” he whispers, voice thick with emotion. “We really did.”
Kageyama exhales shakily as if he’s been holding his breath this entire time. He cups Hinata’s face with both hands, brushing away the tears with his thumbs. “Yes,” he breathes, his voice a mix of awe and relief. “Yes, we did.”
Hinata meets his gaze, nodding, feeling the certainty in Kageyama’s words. Kageyama instinctively leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to Hinata’s forehead. The sound of camera shutters intensifies, gasps rippling through the crowd, but in that moment, they’re lost to the world.
Hinata’s laugh is breathless as he pulls back just enough to slip his hand back into Kageyama’s. Together, they turn to face the stadium, their faces alive with bright smiles, fingers intertwined, holding on to each other with renewed strength.
The next day morning begins peacefully, with the warm sunlight pouring over their makeshift bed—two cardboard beds pushed together. The steady rhythm of Hinata’s and Kageyama’s quiet snores fills the air, their limbs sprawled comfortably in every direction.
The tranquillity doesn’t last long. Both of their phones start buzzing in tandem, the shrill tones breaking the stillness. Hinata stirs first, his hand patting across the sheets.
His fingers brush against Kageyama’s warm skin, and he nudges him groggily. “Tobio,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep as he continues to shake him gently.
Kageyama rolls over, burying his face in the pillow. “Later,” he mutters, letting the noise lull him back to sleep.
The phones fall silent for a blessed moment, and Hinata sighs, letting his arm drape over Kageyama’s back as he starts to drift off again. Sleep is just beginning to reclaim him when the phones chime again—this time in perfect sync, louder and more insistent.
Hinata huffs in frustration, fumbling to grab the nearest one. Squinting against the brightness of the screen, he swipes to answer the call.
“Good morning, Kageyama,” a brisk, breathless voice tinged with urgency greets him. “Apologies for calling so early, but we need to have a meeting with you and Hinata as soon as possible. Preferably right now.”
Hinata’s brain snaps to attention, the haze of sleep clearing quickly. “Uh, sorry, this is Hinata speaking,” he says, sitting up and glancing at Kageyama. The urgency in his voice is enough to draw Kageyama out of his drowsiness. “Is everything okay?”
“There’s no need to panic,” the voice reassures. “It would be better to explain in person. The sooner, the better—especially before the press conference scheduled for this afternoon.”
A few quick exchanges later, Hinata and Kageyama are both wide awake. Throwing on their team jackets, they rush through the Olympic Village, navigating the early morning quiet with growing apprehension.
The meeting room is stifling, the air heavy with anticipation. Around the large round table, coaches, PR managers, and staff are already seated, their expressions ranging from serious to cautiously supportive.
The team manager, a blunt but kind woman, offers a small smile and gestures for them to sit. She wastes no time getting to the point. “Saying you two are all over the internet would be an understatement,” she begins, her tone carefully measured. Turning her laptop towards them, she adds, “The response to your ceremony gestures, the hand-holding, the, um, moment on the podium—it’s sparked quite a bit of attention.”
The room falls into silence save for the soft taps of the keyboard as she scrolls through the headlines. Hinata immediately reaches for Kageyama’s hand under the table, gripping it tightly. Kageyama squeezes back, their fingers intertwined in silent support as their eyes take in the headlines on the screen.
Hinata and Kageyama: Gold Medallists and the Internet’s Latest Obsession
It wasn’t just the incredible plays and dazzling teamwork that stole the show yesterday. During the medal ceremony, Japanese volleyball icons Hinata and Kageyama shared a series of moments that had fans and the internet buzzing. [More]
Paris is for Lovers… and Volleyball Partners? Fans Can’t Stop Talking About That Podium Moment
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A Love Letter in Gestures? Internet Speculates About Hinata and Kageyama’s Relationship
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Tears, Smiles, and Forehead Kisses: THE Paris Olympics Highlight
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Hinata’s breath catches as their manager clicks on a popular tweet thread. The screen fills with slowed-down replays of the ceremony: the intertwined hands, Kageyama’s comforting touch during the anthem, and the quiet, intimate forehead kiss. Every moment feels more intense and raw when magnified on the screen.
ShouTobioForever @loveandvolley
There was so much tenderness and love, I could feel it from the screen!
The hand holding, the shoulder touches, the forehead kiss???
They just won GOLD, but they also won my heart 🥹❤️✨
#ParisOlympics #LoveWins
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SunAndMoon @jumpspike
I don’t care what anyone says; this is pure love on display 💕SkyHigh @flyingshrimp
The way Kageyama held him during the anthem. I’m not crying, YOU ARE 😭
KagsServe @worldofvolley
That forehead kiss wasn’t just a moment. It was a whole declaration 😳
The way Kageyama wiped those tears, the way Hinata leaned in… ICONIC ✨✨
#Pride #ParisOlympics
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Biggest Swiftie @ttpd
Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy—This is them!! 🎶🎵Sunny and Bright @beachshines
The way I screamed watching live TV. I guarantee all they could see was each other 😭🥹
ShouTossMe @SetsForDays
The way they look at each other like they hung the sun and moon 🌞🌙
TAKE NOTES EVERYONE!! THIS IS HOW TO LOOK AT YOUR LOVER!!!!! 📝
AND WHOEVER IS WRITING THIS ROMANCE, MAY BOTH SIDES OF YOUR PILLOW STAY COLD!!!
#ParisOlympics #LoveIsLove
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SunAndMoon @jumpspike
I am calling it ‘A love story written in volleyball’ 💌MikasaBall @servetoss
Forget the medal—this was the real win of the Olympics🥇💞
Their manager finally leans back and looks at the two of them. “We need to decide how to handle this spotlight. Questions are bound to come up during today’s press conference.” She pauses, then gestures to people seated nearby. “The legal team is here to help. Together we can craft a statement denying any romantic involvement, or…” She lets the sentence trail off, waiting for their response.
The words hit like a blow. Hinata turns to Kageyama, his eyes wide with dread and silently pleading.
Kageyama reaches across, gently cradling both of Hinata’s hands in his. His voice is soft, carrying the strength Hinata has always known. “Shou,” he murmurs, a small, hopeful smile curling his lips, “should we wear our rings?”
For the first time that morning, Hinata smiles—a bright, genuine expression that lights up his face. The tension visibly melts from his shoulders, and he squeezes Kageyama’s hands in response. They turn back to the room, facing the watchful eyes of the staff.
The room exhales collectively, a wave of relief washing over the staff. Their manager’s gaze softens as she takes in their silent decision. “Of course, the public reaction so far has been overwhelmingly positive. We’ll brief you on the formalities and help you navigate any questions.” Her lips curve into a warm smile. “But before that... congratulations.”
It's later in the afternoon, and the conference room buzzes with the rapid typing on the keyboards, the continuous clicks of cameras, and, the barely contained energy of the reporters. The entire JNT team sits on the stage, the studio lights highlighting their proud, joyous faces as they confidently answer each and every question about their Olympic journey.
As predicted by their PR team, the focus begins to shift near the end of the session, steering from their recent achievements to their personal lives.
One reporter takes charge instantly. She looks at both Hinata and Kageyama, sitting side by side, and speaks into her microphone in a clear, assertive voice. “There’s been a lot of talk online about the chemistry and connection you both displayed during the medal ceremony. Do you have any comments on the speculation regarding your relationship?”
The first question breaks the dam. The energy in the room doubles as voices overlap, one rising above the other.
“The intimate moment on the podium—especially the forehead kiss—were they purely celebratory and platonic, or do they reflect something deeper?”
“With the recent announcement of both of you taking a break, is there any connection to the ongoing romantic speculations?”
Both Hinata and Kageyama tense visibly. Before either can answer, the chatter intensifies, growing more insistent and intrusive with every second.
Finally, it’s Ushijima who steps in first, his voice calm and composed. “It would be appreciated if you give them a moment to respond.”
Sakusa speaks next, his face unreadable but his voice assertive. “Calm down. We’re all adults here.”
This draws a loud chuckle from Atsumu. Leaning into the microphone, he addresses the room, “Alright, y’all. Time to speak less, and listen more.”
The room falls into a tense hush. Hinata and Kageyama exchange a glance, taking in the quiet support from their teammates—a series of thumbs up, peace signs and fist pumps. Even under the scrutinizing gaze of the reporters, a small smile tugs at their lips.
Hinata mouths a quick, silent “thank you” before turning to face the reporters. He leans forward, slowly placing his hands up on the table, and folding them together. For the first time, he lets the studio lights catch the gleam of his wedding ring.
He takes a slow measured breath. “You know me as Hinata Shouyou, the opposite hitter for Asas São Paulo and the Japanese National Team. You also know me as a teammate and rival of Kageyama Tobio.” He pauses, glancing at Kageyama with a bright smile. “But that’s not all we are.”
Hinata’s smile is infectious, lighting Kageyama’s face with a warm, genuine grin. Kageyama shifts closer, slipping his hand into Hinata’s and letting their shoulders touch. Both wedding rings glint under the lights, drawing the attention of every camera in the room as the murmurs between the reporters amplify.
Kageyama speaks up, his voice steady and almost giddy. “We are each other’s support systems, cheerleaders, and so much more.” His voice softens as he continues, “We share our lives together—every joy, every sorrow and every moment in between. I have loved him since…” He trails off, looking at Hinata quizzically.
His voice drops to a whisper meant only for Hinata, but the microphone picks it up. “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love you. Feels like forever now.”
Hinata looks into Kageyama's eyes, sharing the same sentiment. “It’s hard to say where it started. I love you more every day.” He pauses, before his lips curve in a tease. “Enough that I even love the grumpy middle school Tobio.”
Kageyama’s eyes soften, but his competitive flair sparks up. “Same, I even love the Shouyou who used to hit his serve into the back of my head.”
The whole room is visibly still, the reporters utterly captivated as they witness the exact moment the outside world fades away for them. Their soft giggles and laughter fill the space until Hoshiumi bursts their bubble. “Focus, you two! We’re all waiting for the main part!”
Bokuto, practically vibrating with excitement, croons into his microphone, “Aren’t they adorable?”
The team bursts into laughter, the sound breaking the tension and leaving Hinata and Kageyama blushing furiously. Clearing his throat, Kageyama addresses the room directly. “So, yeah, we’ve been together since high school and—”
“—And we have been married for four years now,” Hinata interrupts, grinning. “Let me reintroduce myself—”
“I’m Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou’s husband,” Kageyama cuts him off, his voice loud and filled with pride.
Hinata bursts into laughter, nudging Kageyama playfully. “Hey! I was going to say that!”
Kageyama shrugs, fingers intertwining naturally with Hinata’s. “I couldn’t let you take all the cool lines, Shou.”
Hinata smirks, his eyes twinkling as he addresses the reporters and the people online. “Thank you for supporting and believing in us through everything. We hope you’ll keep cheering for me and my cool husband.” He points towards Kageyama, drawing a chuckle in return.
Leaning into Kageyama, his smile grows wider. “The break is just a short pause to rest and spend some time together. And when we return, we’ll be stronger and better—for each other and for volleyball.”
~
The rain patters down, playing gentle music against the glass windows. With the sun hiding shyly behind clouds, the morning disguises itself as the night. A cold breeze circulates through the room, washing over Kageyama and making him nuzzle deeper into his duvet. He sweeps his hands between the sheets in a futile attempt to search for extra body heat.
Kageyama opens his eyes, his gaze wandering over their muted bedroom in search of his bright orange colour. He spots Hinata immediately, standing by the window cracked open to let the rain droplets collect on the sill. His fingers curl around the frame as he leans forward, letting the cool rain kiss his face.
Kageyama watches, almost mesmerized—the soft orange curls swaying happily in the breeze, the rain tickling Hinata’s cheeks and coaxing a delicate smile to bloom on his lips.
The rain loves him too.
“Shou,” Kageyama calls, breaking the spell, his voice low and just a touch possessive.
Hinata turns, the smile growing softer and wider. “Good morning.”
Kageyama raises his arm, lifting the corner of the duvet in a silent invitation. Hinata doesn’t hesitate. He crosses the room in a few quick steps and flops onto the bed with a breathless laugh, nestling close. His arms slide around Kageyama in a firm embrace, and with a contented sigh, Kageyama pulls the duvet over them, sealing Hinata against himself.
His hands cradle Hinata’s flushed cheeks, wiping away the rain. “You are freezing, Shou,” Kageyama whispers, his brows knitting in concern.
Hinata grins, his icy feet slipping between Kageyama’s to claim his warmth. “Then warm me up, Tobio.”
“Should I?” Kageyama murmurs, leaning in to nuzzle the crook of Hinata’s neck. His lips press tenderly just below Hinata’s ear, where his pulse thrums warmly. He moves his lips in slow, delicate motions, drawing light, breathy giggles in return.
Kageyama’s hands wander lazily over Hinata’s back, his fingertips tracing every curve, every rise and fall of his muscles. A shiver ripples down his spine, under Kageyama’s warm palm, as he melts further into the embrace.
Kageyama peppers Hinata’s neck with slow, lingering, wet kisses, trailing down to his shoulder. His warm breath washes over Hinata’s skin, and he shifts, tilting his head back and sinking into the pillow as if offering Kageyama even more access.
Hinata’s skin grows warmer with each passing second, burning and melting at every point of contact with Kageyama. The shared heat is scalding hot, rivalling the sun, and being sun-kissed is all Kageyama has known in his life. He sinks his teeth into Hinata’s skin, letting the coolness of his tongue meet the fervent heat. In a silent response, Hinata’s nails dig deep into his nape.
All his senses flood with Hinata—his ears picking up the hitched breaths, the shaky exhales, and the blissful, contented hums. Every fibre of his being feels attuned to Hinata, their heartbeats synchronizing together to share the same rhythm.
As Kageyama’s lips graze the fading tan lines, Hinata’s hands cup his face, tilting it up. Before Kageyama can react, Hinata’s lips are on his, slotting against them naturally, instinctively.
Hinata parts his lips slightly to catch Kageyama’s lower lip in a gentle caress, applying a soft pressure. The kiss tastes faintly of rain, the dampness contrasting with their hot, burning skin. One hand slips into Kageyama’s hair, fingers threading through dark strands, while the other caresses his cheek.
As their breaths mingle, the air around them is charged and heated—a striking contrast to the damp, wintry chill outside. A gust of wind rattles the window, bursting their bubble, as they both flinch at the sudden clattering.
Kageyama chuckles softly, his eyes meeting Hinata’s wide, sunset-brown eyes. Hinata leans closer, their noses almost touching.
His gaze drops down, tracing the curve of Kageyama’s parted lips, the faint smile lines there, and the soft pant of his breath. Slowly, his eyes lift again, meeting the sky-blue ones that seem to glow in the faint light spilling from the window.
Hinata’s gaze flicks to the world outside, where the rain has transformed into a steady snowfall. “It’s snowing!” he exclaims, tapping Kageyama’s shoulder excitedly.
Kageyama turns, watching the snowfall, before his eyes find their way back to Hinata. “Winter’s here,” he says simply.
“First snow of the year!” Hinata’s excitement buzzes in his voice. “We should go out and make a snowman—oh, and have a snowball fight too!”
Kageyama pouts, tucking the duvet snugly around Hinata, as though to keep him contained. “Not now. You’re staying in bed with me.”
Hinata’s gaze softens, igniting with a flicker of fierce hunger. In one smooth motion, he props himself up on his elbow, tipping Kageyama onto his back and leaning over him.
“Then,” Hinata murmurs, trailing open-mouthed kisses along Kageyama’s jawline, his teeth grazing lightly, “it’s my turn now.”
~
FIVB News- The Husbands Are Here: Hinata and Kageyama Compete as Rivals for the First Time Since Coming Out
Dec 15
It’s been a year and a half since their viral Olympic podium moment, and fans worldwide have eagerly awaited for this match up to see the sparks fly across the net once again. Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio will step onto the court tomorrow, not just as rivals but as celebrated husbands embodying both love and competition.
Mark your calendars for Ali Roma vs. Asas São Paulo. This is one match you don’t want to miss!
The restaurant buzzes with life, the clinking of glasses and the hum of laughter blending with the faint rhythm of upbeat Brazilian music. In one corner, the energy feels almost doubled as two tables are pushed together to accommodate both the Ali Roma and Asas São Paulo teams. Plates of vibrant dishes crowd the table, alongside animated conversations and the constant teasing bouncing back and forth.
Hinata sits wedged between Lorenzo and Aldo, his hands flying animatedly as he enthusiastically mimics Italian phrases. Both the Italian teammates have taken it upon themselves to refine his language skills, their laughter ringing out as they correct his overdramatic intonations.
Across the table, Kageyama is engrossed in a setter-to-setter discussion with Davi. But his eyes keep drifting back to Hinata, watching how easily the Italian words rolled off his tongue, accompanied by his wide, sunny grin.
Joãn, São Paulo’s libero, catches the glance, nudging Kageyama with his elbow. “Tobio, are you swooning over him again?”
Davi joins in with a laugh, nudging Kageyama from the other side. “Weren’t the heart eyes across the court today enough?”
“Oh my god.” Kageyama huffs, crossing his arms defensively. “For the last time, I did not make heart eyes. And even if I did—” his voice rises slightly, “I’m allowed to! He’s my husband. I can swoon as much as I want.”
The entire table falls silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. In a heartbeat, Hinata leans forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Meu amor, sou todo seu para admirar,” he says in flawless Portuguese, the words dripping with extra charm.
The Brazilian players erupt into whistles and cheers. Lucas doubles over in laughter, turning to the Ali Roma players. “He just said, ‘My love, I am all yours to admire’. That was too smooth, Shouyou!”
Kageyama’s cheeks flush, the tips of his ears burning red. The table howls with laughter, and Hinata basks in the attention, grinning as he receives high fives from everyone like he’d just nailed a game-winning service ace.
Once the laughter dies down, Lorenzo speaks up, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s a little late, but congrats on coming out.” His gaze shifts between Hinata and Kageyama as he adds, “I could see it in today’s post-match interview—the relief, the freedom of finally being yourselves together. I’m so happy for you both.”
The mood shifts, softening as everyone nods in agreement. Aldo leans towards Hinata, nudging him with a grin. “The way you stay connected through thick and thin, chasing your dreams… is inspiring. And Tobio—he’s always such a softie after your calls. He’s all smiles, and practice gets ten times better.”
The table erupts in laughter again, the Ali Roma players nodding in unison. Lucas chimes in, shaking his head. “It’s the opposite for us. After their calls, Shouyou’s so sparkly and cheerful—like there’s no off switch. No way we’re keeping up with that energy.”
Another wave of laughter ripples through the table, Kageyama chuckling as he looks at Hinata. “Well, he is the sun.”
The entire table groans in unison, and Joãn turns to Hinata with a grin. “So, how did today’s match feel?”
Hinata giggles, tapping Kageyama’s foot under the table. “Amazing. There were fewer ‘Kageyama, marry me’ posters.”
Kageyama huffs, kicking back playfully. “You don’t get to talk. Your fans are way worse. It’s good they know you’re married now.”
Before the bickering could escalate, Lorenzo clears his throat, lifting his glass higher. “A toast! To more happiness and wins together.”
The group clinks their glasses with cheers. As they settle back into their seats, Lorenzo’s smile turns softer. “I’ve got some news, too. I’m retiring after this season.”
Hinata’s face falls as his eyebrows knit together. “Why? So Suddenly?”
Lorenzo chuckles, waving off the concern. “Hey, don’t look so sad. I’m thirty-six. I’ve had an amazing career.” He pauses, his expression softening further. “You both inspire me too, y’know. My daughter just turned two, and I want to spend more time with her and my wife. She’s growing up so fast, and I don’t want to miss any more moments.”
Lucas leans in eagerly. “Show us pictures!”
Everyone crowds in, heads bumping together as they lean closer to watch photos and videos of a grinning toddler. The room fills with coos and laughter, but when Hinata leans back in his chair, his eyes meet Kageyama’s.
A silent understanding passes between them, and Kageyama mouths, ‘Later?’
Hinata’s lips curve into a soft smile as he taps Kageyama’s foot under the table in agreement.
By the time the dinner ends, the night has deepened, and the warm summer air of Brazil carries a cooling breeze, soothing the day’s heat. As the group walks back to their hotel, Hinata and Kageyama trail behind, falling into a step together, their hands naturally finding each other’s.
Hinata glances up at the twinkling stars, his voice quiet and thoughtful. “I have been having so much fun playing volleyball… I kind of forgot that retirement exists.”
Kageyama chuckles softly, his eyes fixed on Hinata. “Yeah. Me too. But we still have plenty of years ahead. And it’s not like we will have to stop playing after retirement.”
“I know,” Hinata murmurs, a small smile playing on his lips. “I was just imagining how… where… when.” He squeezes Kageyama’s hand. “All I know is, I’d like to retire by your side.”
Kageyama stops, gently tugging their intertwined hands until Hinata turns to face him. “Do you,” Kageyama hesitates, searching for the right words, “want to play together?”
Hinata blinks, then giggles, the sound evaporating into the night. He swings their joined hands slightly. “We play together for the national team, love.”
Kageyama huffs and starts walking again, pulling Hinata along. “I mean for the same club. Before we retire. Could be Japan or abroad—I don’t mind.”
“Oh,” Hinata’s eyes sparkle as the thought sinks in. “That would be like high school again. You’d be stuck with me—living together, playing together—it’d be so much fun!”
Kageyama leans in closer, their foreheads brushing together. “We’re already stuck together forever,” he murmurs, his voice warm. “So let’s take our time and think it over.”
“Yeah, sounds good.” Hinata grins, then presses a quick kiss to Kageyama’s cheeks before darting ahead, tugging him along to catch up with the others.
Their laughter echoes into the night, trailing like a melody. Overhead, the new moon watches from the shadows, a silent promise of the new beginnings yet to come.
~
Hinata bounds down the stadium stairs two at a time, his excitement as infectious as the rising energy of the crowd. By the time he reaches his seat—a front-row spot directly facing the net—his grin is unstoppable. He owes Aldo big time for scoring him such prime seats at the last minute.
His eyes sweep across the stadium, taking in the banners emblazoned with "Ali Roma vs. Allianz Milano" and the vibrant team colours painted across the stands. Despite hopping on a flight right after his last match in the Brazilian Super League, Hinata feels completely rejuvenated. He even had time to hit the merchandise shop before heading to his seat.
He glances down at the ‘20’ on his shirt, painted in Kageyama’s white and orange, and his heart does a little flip, spreading a giddy warmth through him. Hinata adjusts his bucket hat, tugging it down to hide his unmistakable orange hair. It’s not just to avoid excited fans—it’s also to ensure his husband’s trained eyes don’t spot even a flash of orange. This is a surprise, after all.
The commentators’ voices boom through the stadium as they introduce the starting lineups. Hinata perks up immediately, phone in hand. The moment Kageyama steps onto the court wearing his trademark serious expression, Hinata can’t help but chuckle. He zooms in to capture a video, biting back his laugh as he mutters under his breath, “Tobio.”
As the game begins, Hinata’s focus is unwavering, almost as if he’s on the court himself. He cheers when Ali Roma scores and deflates dramatically when they lose a point, but his eyes are glued to Kageyama.
When Kageyama lands an ace serve, Hinata’s claps are a little louder than the rest. When Kageyama delivers a flawless set, Hinata pumps his fist. And when Hinata successfully predicts Kageyama’s next move, he mutters smugly, “Knew it.”
During a timeout, Hinata leans back in his seat, taking long gulps of water. A small tug on his shirt pulls his attention.
“Do you like Kageyama?” a shy voice asks in Italian. He looks down to see a little girl pointing at his jersey. “My brother likes him too.”
Hinata beams, nodding eagerly. “Kageyama is the coolest,” he replies, his Italian accented but clear.
Her older brother spins around, drawn by the exchange. “He is the best, I want—” His words falter as recognition dawns. His jaw drops, then his face lights up. “Ninja Shouyou!”
Hinata presses a finger to his lips, a sheepish smile on his face. “Shh, it’s a secret,” he whispers.
The boy leans in closer, his excitement bubbling over in a rushed whisper. “I can’t believe it’s you! I’m your big fan too! I watched your match last night—you are amazing!” His eyes sparkle as he continues, “I have your and Kageyama’s quick-attack poster in my room.”
Hinata bounces in his seat, mirroring the boy’s energy. “Thank you so much! That’s awesome. Do you play, too? Setter, maybe?”
The boy nods eagerly. “Yes, in high school. I want to be a setter like Kageyama someday.”
Hinata grins, ruffling the boy’s hair playfully. “That’s awesome! Want some tips from me? I know all Kageyama’s tricks.”
“Yes, please!” the boy whispers excitedly, but the whistle blows before Hinata can elaborate.
“Let’s cheer for Kageyama together,” Hinata chuckles at the boy’s disappointed pout. “And we can talk more next timeout, deal?”
The boy’s smile returns, brighter than ever. As the game resumes, they both turn their attention to the court just in time to see Kageyama close the rally with a perfectly timed setter dump. The stadium erupts into cheers, and Hinata joins in, his voice ringing out loud and proud.
As the match concludes, the lively hum of the crowd thins out, the stadium gradually emptying. Some players stay behind at the edge of the court, chattering with fans and signing autographs. Kageyama stands near the corner, a small but steady queue forming in front of him.
Hinata sneaks into the queue, clutching a volleyball. His lips twitch as he watches Kageyama intently. The faint furrow of Kageyama’s brow as he concentrates on a signature. His stiff, awkward smile softening as he interacts with kids, giving quick advice and hesitantly posing for a selfie. There’s a quiet charm in how he tries his best to improve in everything and it makes Hinata’s chest ache with affection.
The queue inches forward, and Hinata’s excitement reaches a breaking point, every part of him yearning to close the gap between them. It’s been months since they’ve seen each other, and the anticipation is nearly unbearable.
But as he realises how much taller he is than the kids before him, he panics. Holding the volleyball up in front of his face, he tries to shrink into the crowd.
Kageyama glances up briefly, his sharp gaze narrowing at the oddly familiar figure hiding behind a volleyball. He furrows slightly, but before he can react, another fan claims his attention.
When it’s finally Hinata’s turn, Kageyama is crouched, waving goodbye to a young boy. As he straightens, he is immediately greeted by a volleyball thrust towards him. His eyes flicker to the hands holding it—hands he knows too well—and then the recognisable glint of the wedding ring.
A clear, warm and achingly familiar voice breaks through. “I missed you, love.”
Kageyama’s head snaps up, fast as lightning. His eyes meet with Hinata’s, whose face beams brighter than the stadium lights.
“Shou…” Kageyama chokes out, disbelief thick in his voice. “You’re here?”
Hinata's laughter bubbles up, spreading his arms wide. Without hesitation, Kageyama closes the distance and pulls Hinata into a crushing hug. The volleyball tumbles to the floor, as Hinata wraps his arms tightly around him, burying his face into Kageyama’s shoulder.
“You should’ve told me,” Kageyama murmurs, his voice soft, laced with warmth. “I would’ve—”
“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise!” Hinata cuts in, his laughter vibrating against Kageyama.
The moment stretches between them until the loud whoops and cheers from the surrounding fans and players snap them back to reality. Kageyama reluctantly pulls away, his cheeks dusting pink and a huge smile playing on his lips.
His hand slides down Hinata’s arm, linking their fingers together as he leans in. “Stay with me. I’m almost done, and we can go home together.”
Hinata grins, nodding eagerly before stepping aside. That’s when he notices the crowd that has gathered around them, faces alight with curiosity and excitement.
“Ninja Shouyou!” someone calls out, their voice cutting through the buzz. “Can we get your autograph too?”
Hinata picks up the volleyball from the floor, holding it out to Kageyama. “Wait! I haven’t gotten my autograph yet!” He grins mischievously. “To my #1 fan, Hinata Shouyou.”
Kageyama chuckles but signs the ball, his lips twitching with amusement. Hinata holds it up triumphantly, displaying it like a trophy, earning laughter and applause from the fans.
Kageyama shakes his head fondly as he pulls Hinata back to his side, motioning for the next fan.
A young man steps forward, holding out an autograph card for both of them. “You both inspire me so much,” he begins, voice trembling slightly, “not just as athletes, but as a couple. Seeing you be so open… it means a lot.”
A ripple of agreement passes through, with many voices chiming in.
“Thank you for coming out and giving us representation!”
“You guys are goals!”
“You’re so cute together!”
Kageyama glances at Hinata, who beams back at him with love and pride etched into his expression. Wrapping an arm around Hinata’s shoulders, Kageyama turns to the fans. “Thank you—for accepting us and for supporting our freedom to be ourselves.”
~
Volleyball’s Power Couple, Hinata and Kageyama, Lead 2027 Pride Campaign Celebrating Love and Visibility
June 2
Whether you’re a volleyball fan or not, it’s nearly impossible not to have heard of Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio. Their influence transcends the sport, earning them recognition in pop culture as well. Currently competing as teammates in the VNL for Japan, they’ve shifted the spotlight—not only to their prowess on the court, but also to their bold statement off it.
Through the new Pride campaign, Hinata and Kageyama share an intimate and personal side of their lives as an openly married couple, painting a striking contrast to their fiercely competitive dynamic on the court. Released just yesterday, the campaign’s centrepiece is a series of three breathtaking photographs, each capturing different facets of their bond.
The first, titled Painted in You, is set against a pristine white backdrop with the couple sitting on the floor, facing each other with their knees touching. Kageyama leans forward, carefully brushing a streak of rainbow paint onto Hinata’s cheek. Hinata retaliates with a mischievous dab of colour on Kageyama’s nose. With splashes of colour on their white shirts and playful glances, this shot portrays love as creation, transformation, and embrace.
The second, titled Free with You, shifts the scene outdoors, capturing the couple mid-motion on a sunlit beach. Hinata races ahead, his eyes closed, unrestrained laughter spilling over as the wind tousles his hair. Behind him, Kageyama follows, a soft, crinkled smile lighting up his face. The endless blue sky and shimmering ocean form a natural frame, with a subtle rainbow lens flare dancing in the edge, portraying love as boundless, liberating and alive.
Finally, the third, titled Here for You, closes the series with an intimate golden-hour moment. Against a dreamy fairy bokeh, the couple dances together. Hinata rests his arms on Kageyama’s shoulders, drawing him closer until their noses touch. Kageyama’s eyes are closed, and Hinata gazes at him so tenderly that it feels like a promise of love, drawing an equally soft smile in return. A subtle sun flare in the corner completes the shot, presenting love as quiet, steadfast and powerful.
Each photograph radiates love in its purest forms, but it’s the behind-the-scenes snippet that offers an even more personal touch into the making of this campaign—
The video opens with a cozy scene on the set of the first photo. Hinata sits with his legs draped across Kageyama’s lap, their foreheads touching as they laugh together quietly. The soft glow of set lights, the click of camera shutters and faint murmurs from the crew frames the moment.
Kageyama’s hand drifts up Hinata’s thigh, while Hinata leans back with a grin. He tilts his head up, pressing his lips softly on Kageyama’s forehead, eliciting a soft chuckle.
A ripple of excitement flows through the room as a photographer steps into the view, crouching beside them to show the latest shots. Hinata lights up and animatedly bounces his ideas back and forth with the photographer.
Meanwhile, Kageyama is quieter, content to simply be there, watching Hinata. Absentmindedly, he lifts his hands, gently repositioning a few stray curls atop Hinata’s head.
A voice from off-camera chimes in, “What does love mean to you?”
Kageyama glances up, his voice warm and affectionate. “He’s right here with me.”
“And pride?” comes the follow-up.
Hinata answers with a soft giggle, “Celebrating him.”
With more campaign photographs and behind-the-scenes moments scheduled for release throughout the month, Hinata and Kageyama continue to inspire on and off the court. Through their story, this campaign celebrates love, courage, and unity, offering a powerful message of authenticity at a time when representation matters more than ever.
As always, remember to be proud, and love freely.
~
The hotel lobby is adorned with Christmas ornaments, yet none of it feels alive in the early hours of the morning. Distant murmurs from the reception desk and the soft shuffle of a few early rises barely stir the quiet. Clad in his running gear, Kageyama waits by the staircase, his face buried in the collar of his windbreaker. He tugs the zipper higher as his eyes threaten to close.
The loud thuds of hurried footsteps echo down the stairs, growing louder with each step. Hinata bursts into view, crashing into Kageyama and wrapping him in a hug from behind.
“Good morning, Sleepy-yama,” Hinata chirps, his voice far too loud for the quiet.
Kageyama yawns, his eyes watering. “Took you too long.”
“I’m exactly on time,” Hinata laughs, already grabbing Kageyama’s arm and tugging him forward. “You are just early because you couldn’t wait to see me.”
Kageyama nods, a soft, honest smile breaking across his lips. “That’s true.” Then, with a dramatic pout, he adds, “I still don’t get why we can’t sneak into each other’s rooms. What kind of cruel coaches come between a married couple?”
Hinata snickers, rising on his toes to press a quick, fleeting kiss to Kageyama’s lips, wiping the pout away. “The kind who suspects it!”
As soon as they walk to the entrance, the automatic doors slide open, the icy winter morning of Krakow welcoming them, crisp and biting. A healthy colour rises on Hinata’s cheeks as he grins, “I found a great running route! Follow me, Tobio.” Without waiting, he bolts ahead, leaving Kageyama no choice but to follow.
Their strides fall into sync, their footfalls steady against the frost-dusted cobblestone streets. Warm breaths curl into the cold air, lingering like smoke, as they weave through the city, veiled in muted colours and heavy fog. The Christmas lights hang overhead, their charm dimmed by the early hour.
As they enter the historical parts of the city, Old Town, Hinata’s excitement spills over as he points out everything that catches his eye—weathered statues, quaint shopfronts, questionable decorations.
Kageyama follows the stream of excited chatter with a fond, indulgent look and occasionally dodging puddles. A frosty patch catches him off guard, his sneakers skidding as he stumbles slightly. Hinata’s laughter rings out like a bell as he steadies him, slipping his arms around him for support.
The sky clears up, the horizon being painted slowly in streaks of pink and gold. The fog lifts slightly and a distant castle comes into view. Kageyama slows, pulling out his phone, motioning for Hinata to strike a pose. With his usual flair, Hinata strikes a dramatic pose, blowing a kiss at the camera. The moment turns into a mini photoshoot, full of goofy faces and a few stolen selfies.
The route leads them through a park, where the frost dusts like powdered sugar on the grass and the bare trees line the paths, their skeletal branches touching the sky. The hum of the waking city grows louder, a few joggers and bundled-up locals with their dogs passing by, nodding in greeting.
They pass a quiet Christmas market and Hinata veers towards an inflatable Santa, puffing out his chest dramatically to mimic its pose. Kageyama chuckles, his grin growing wider as he snaps a few more pictures.
Once Hinata is satisfied with his antics, he takes off suddenly, laughing as Kageyama chases after him. They both race each other, their laughter carrying over the quiet streets.
They reach the Vistula River together, their breaths heavy and faces flushed. The rising sun baths the medieval and modern buildings in warmth and colour, chasing away the remaining fog.
Mist rises over the river, curling lazily. Hinata slows to a stop, crouching a few feet away with his phone in hand, imitating a professional photographer.
Taking the hint, Kageyama stands there awkwardly for a moment, shoving his hands into his pockets. Finally, he leans against the railing and softens his expression, smiling gently at Hinata.
Hinata’s expression shifts to something tender and the stutter clicks a few times, before he hops to his feet, cooing, “So pretty, Tobio!”
Kageyama’s lips curve into a playful smirk as he breaks into a run down the river path.
Hinata squawks in protest before sprinting after him. The winter breeze cools their sweat, and the last traces of pink in the sky fade into a steady blue.
After their long run, they settle on a bench by the river, warming their hands with steaming cups of coffee and unwrapping freshly made sandwiches and pastries.
Hinata takes a big bite of his sandwich, chewing contentedly. “Hey, Tobio…”
Kageyama hums, his cheeks puffed with food, and nudges Hinata’s knee with his own, encouraging him to continue.
“Do you think today will be our last official match against each other?” Hinata asks, a small, wistful smile tugging at his lips.
Kageyama stares off at the river, swallowing his bite. “Most likely.” Then, turning to Hinata, his eyes soften, brimming with hope. “But it also means we’ll always be on the same side from now on.”
Hinata leans back, sipping his coffee, its rich warmth spreading through him. His mind drifts to that fateful middle school match. The details may have blurred with time, but the emotions remain vivid. It feels distant now—half a lifetime ago.
“Shou?” Kageyama’s voice pulls him back, his eyes searching Hinata’s face.
Hinata exhales deeply, scooting closer to Kageyama. “Makes me feel a little sad.”
Kageyama wraps his arm around Hinata, pulling him close. “We have done great out here. And… it’s not like our rivalry ends, you will always be my rival—” A teasing smile tugs at his lips. “And I’m always going to win.”
Hinata narrows his eyes, leaning in. “Yeah? And I’m 6 foot 2,” his tone is deadpan, daring Kageyama to respond.
Kageyama chokes on his sandwich, wheezing with laughter. Hinata rolls his eyes, patting Kageyama’s back before handing him his water.
Once Kageyama recovers, wiping away tears of laughter, he reaches for a pastry. “So, have you thought about where you want to play together? There’s a lot of options.”
“That’s the thing—a lot of options!” Hinata flails his arms for emphasis, his predicament as dramatic as ever.
Kageyama chuckles, showing him a thumbs-up. “It’s okay, Shou. I haven’t thought either.”
Their shared laughter rings out, doubling over as they finish their food.
Hinata stands, brushing crumbs off his jacket. “It’s fine. We just need to figure it out by the time Olympics training starts, right? We’ve got time.” His smile brightens as he holds out a hand.
“But before any of that…” Hinata grins, his eyes gleaming with determination. “I’m winning today.”
Kageyama takes his hand, his grip firm and steady as he gets to his feet. His own eyes spark with fire. “Keep dreaming, Shou. Today’s mine!”