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*Beep Beep*

The alarm goes off at 5 a.m. sharp, pulling Hinata Shouyou from sleep. He fumbles for the clock, silencing it before sliding out of bed. On autopilot, he makes his bed and heads to the bathroom, still groggy but moving with a practiced rhythm. By the time he’s dressed and tiptoeing downstairs, he’s more awake, feeling the familiar morning buzz.

In the kitchen, he grabs a quick breakfast—toast, eggs, and orange juice—before opening the fridge to retrieve his lunch. A smile tugs at his lips as he spots the cupcakes he and Natsu baked the night before. He offers a quick thank you to his mom, who always prepares lunch for her kids despite her long work hours.

Natsu had been eager to use her star sprinkles, and after a bit of persuasion, she’d convinced Hinata to bake with her. The chocolate cupcakes turned out fantastic—moist, delicious, and safe to eat. Natsu had decorated them, adding extra blue stars to the best ones for Kageyama.

With the cupcakes and his lunch packed away, Hinata grabs his bike and heads out.

He reaches the school gates by 6 a.m., just as Kageyama appears.

“Race to the clubroom, three, two, one--- go!”, Kageyama states before going on a full sprint.

Hinata throws his bag over his shoulder and takes off after him. If this was their first year, Kageyama wouldn’t have given him a second thought. But now, at the end of their third year, he knows Kageyama waits for him to lock his bike before issuing the challenge, and he doesn’t pick up full speed until Hinata is ready.

They both reach the clubroom together, breathless and leaning on each other for support. Their playful banter has softened into an easy familiarity. They unlock the gym and start setting up the volleyball net. After a brief stretching session, Hinata heads to fetch the volleyball cart, while Kageyama pulls out his nail kit.

Once he’s finished with his own nails, Kageyama looks over at Hinata, his face breaking into a small smile. He makes his way to where Kageyama is and sits down beside him.

Hinata gently places his hands into Kageyama’s, feeling the familiar, comforting warmth of his fingers. Kageyama’s face is serious, his brows furrowed in concentration, as he meticulously files Hinata’s nails. It’s a ritual they’ve picked up over the years—a small, intimate act that has become just theirs. As Hinata watches him, his heart swells with affection. His mind drifts back to that unforgettable night, the night of their last Nationals match.

“So… this is it, huh?”, Hinata mutters, his gaze fixed on the vending machine, as if the flashing lights held answers.

Today, they played an electrifying match against Itachiyama. Their high school journey had reached its end. Kageyama stands beside him, sipping a hot drink, the steam swirling between them in the crisp night air. They are apart from the others, wrapped in a quiet bubble, aware that something new is on the horizon. Hinata doesn’t need to say more; Kageyama understands. The weight of unspoken words hangs between them. It's time to face it.

“You probably already know, or maybe you’ve heard from Coach Ukai,” Hinata begins, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the drink can in his hands. Finally, he cracks it open, as if releasing his pent-up thoughts. “I’m moving to Brazil… for beach volleyball. I’ll take a few months to prepare after graduation, and then I’ll be off. I have two years to get better and come back… so I can stand on the same court as you.”

Hinata exhales deeply, finally looking up. Kageyama’s eyes are filled with so many things—confusion, surprise, understanding, pride, and something softer, something fond. Then, he smiles, gently cupping Hinata’s cheek with his hand, his thumb brushing over the skin. It’s such a rare, unexpected tenderness from Kageyama that it almost steals Hinata’s breath. Realizing himself, Kageyama pulls his hand away.

In typical fashion, he grumbles, “Dumbass… You better put in all your hard work there.”

Kageyama takes a deep breath, his voice softer. “I haven’t been totally open with you, either. I’m planning to play professionally right after graduation. I’ve gotten some offers.”

Hinata’s lips curve into a small, knowing smile. “You thought I didn’t know that? I know you, Kageyama. I had a hunch. You were spectacular today, as always. So… where are you joining?”

They talk long into the night—about their futures, their dreams. Plans were made and promises to hold onto. The day had already been long, but the conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with the hope of what's to come.

Kageyama’s voice drops, almost a whisper. “You know… I’m going to miss you, right?”

Hinata nods, the words catching in his throat. “Me too.” Their feelings are a palpable thing between them, almost tangible in the air. For a moment, Hinata thinks of finally giving them a name, but before he can find the courage, the moment is broken by Yamaguchi calling them back to the warmth inside.

They know what they feel, even if they haven’t said it aloud. How could they not? Since their middle school days, their bond has been undeniable—from their first match, where Hinata vowed to get better, to the moment Kageyama said, “With me, you’re invincible.” They’ve always understood each other in a way no one else could. Even without words, their connection is clear, a truth known to everyone, even to Tsukishima, who would scoff at the idea.

Hinata shakes his head, coming back to the present. His fingers still rest in Kageyama’s steady grip. He wants to say something—finally name the huge feelings between them—but the stillness is suddenly shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps. The rest of the team files in for morning practice, chatting and joking.

No one even blinks at the sight of Kageyama holding Hinata’s hands while he finishes filing his nails. They’ve been obvious to everyone, including themselves. Now, it’s just a matter of putting an official name on it. Hinata chuckles to himself, imagining the look on Tsukishima’s face. Maybe he’ll surprise him after all.

As if on cue, Kageyama releases his hands and stands up. Hinata does the same, and they head to the court, ready to begin their practice, their shared ritual complete for now.

And yet, in the quiet spaces between their words, they both know what comes next. The future awaits—full of more matches, more chances, and a promise of something more.

~

They were sitting in their usual lunch spot. Normally, Yachi, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima would be there too, but Yachi and Yamaguchi had to handle some handover tasks today, and Tsukishima prefers to be where Yamaguchi is, so no surprise there.

Hinata suddenly blurts out, “I think we should date,” just as Kageyama is pulling two milk boxes from his bag.

Kageyama doesn’t miss a beat. He hands the strawberry milk to Hinata—another of their little habits—and takes the plain one for himself. Instead of a reaction, Hinata gets a flick on the forehead that makes him yelp.

“I thought we were already together,” Kageyama says matter-of-factly.

Hinata’s cheeks flush red. “Well, I had to make sure we were on the same page,” he mumbles, glancing down at the bento box. “You know… before graduation… before we get further apart.”

Kageyama gives him an amused look. “You really think you could get rid of me that easily? Dumbass.”

Hinata grins. “You never know, Yamayama—ouch, stop hitting me! Also, try this cupcake. Natsu and I made it together. She even added extra blue stars for you. And don’t look at me like that—they taste fine, and you won’t die.”

Kageyama takes a cautious bite and hums approvingly. “You might have a backup career as a baker if you end up eating too much sand in Brazil.”

Hinata snorts, poking his straw into the strawberry milk. “Wow, Bakayama, that’s a backhanded compliment if I’ve ever heard one. But… we are boyfriends now, right?” He locks eyes with Kageyama, his own eyes bright with anticipation.

Kageyama thinks for a moment, imagining the endless sun and sand if he followed Hinata around the world. “Yes, if you want to be,” he replies softly.

Hinata’s heart skips a beat, but doubt flashes across his face. “Wait, do you not—”

Before he can finish, Kageyama cuts him off. “I just mean… ‘boyfriends’ doesn’t feel like enough to describe what I feel about you.” He quickly polishes off the cupcake, avoiding eye contact.

Rivals, Partners, Friends, Best friends and now Boyfriends.

Hinata’s smirk is immediate. “Awww, do you want to marry me already? Should we skip dating, ditch school, and head to the courthouse?”

“Dumbass. One day, sure, but who said I want to marry you?”

They both know Kageyama just said yes. Hinata decides to humour him. “Yeah, well, what if you turn out to be a terrible boyfriend while we’re doing this long-distance thing?”

The teasing note in Hinata's voice fades into a quiet vulnerability. “You do want to, right? To try this… long-distance thing with me? I know I’m the one leaving, but I’m coming back. I’m not leaving you behind.”

Kageyama's expression softens. “I never thought of you going to Brazil as leaving me. So get that in your head. And yeah, I’ll show you how to be the best boyfriend in the whole world.”

Hinata barks out a laugh, instantly competitive. “Oh, you’re on. I’m going to win this competition.”

Kageyama just nods, casually reaching for the other cupcake. But just as he’s about to take a bite, Hinata twists around and shouts, “That’s mine, Yamayama! Also, I have the best idea ever as the best boyfriend.”

Kageyama pauses mid-bite. “What is it, genius?”

Hinata beams. “We should write down some guidelines in a notebook to handle the long-distance thing!”

Kageyama rolls his eyes, but there’s a fond smile tugging at his lips. “Your brain actually works today, huh? Lunch is almost over— want to come over after practice to write them down?”

Hinata hums in agreement, finishes his milk, and stands up, stretching his arm out for Kageyama to take. For a moment, Kageyama looks at him like he’s hung the sun in the sky—and in a way, he has. Hinata is the sun in his life, lighting up everything, and Kageyama would be a fool not to give him his vast sky to keep shining.

“I… I love you, Shouyou,” Kageyama mutters, feeling his cheeks warm as he takes Hinata’s hand to pull himself up. “And I just scored one point for being the best boyfriend.”

Hinata’s eyes go wide, his brain short-circuiting at the words, a thousand thoughts racing until all he can do is smile. It’s not the confession he imagined, but somehow, it feels better—real, raw, and undeniably them.

He quickly leans up on his toes and plants a soft kiss on Kageyama’s cheek. “I love you too, Tobio.”

And then he bolts.

Kageyama blinks, stunned, before chasing after him down the hallway, both of them laughing as they sprint at full speed.

~

Their practice starts on a normal note, with Hinata and Kageyama racing each other to the gym as soon as classes end. As usual, they’re the first ones there, already lost in a world of their own, discussing volleyball strategies with that familiar intensity. The nationals are behind them, and with the third years soon to graduate, the club is in the middle of a handover phase. The practices aren’t as gruelling as they used to be, but they’re still not taking it easy.

Gradually, the rest of the team makes their way to the gym along with their coach. Everyone begins warming up, preparing for the practice matches ahead. Everything seems normal enough.

Or at least, that’s what Hinata is trying to convince himself. Ever since their “official” relationship talk, he’s been buzzing with a giddy excitement that he can’t quite hide. He spent most of the day in classes trying to get his head out of the clouds, but now, each time he catches Kageyama's eye, it feels like an electric current pass between them. Neither of them is particularly good at masking their emotions, and their teammates start to notice the strange energy in the air.

Yamaguchi, already sensing something off, nudges Yachi with a grin. “They’re acting kind of…chirpy today, huh? Feels like something’s up.”

Yachi giggles softly, nodding in agreement, but for now, everyone brushes it off. When the whistle blows, and the practice match begins, Hinata and Kageyama fall back into their usual rhythm. Their movements are sharp and synchronized, and they volley back and forth with the same fierce intensity. For a while, it's as if nothing has changed at all.

But the moment doesn’t last. The evidence presents itself on a silver platter for everyone. After practice, the whole team is back in the clubroom, changing out of their sweaty clothes and winding down for the day. The atmosphere is light, filled with the usual banter and laughter.

And then it happens.

Kageyama, distracted while stuffing his clothes into his bag, calls out, “Shouyou, hurry up and pack your gross, sweaty shirt already. Let's go home.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Hinata, not missing a beat, replies casually, “Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, Tobio. Just need to fill my water bottle first. Wait for me!”

And that’s when it hits everyone. The room goes quiet, with all eyes fixed on them. Kageyama and Hinata seem oblivious as they continue gathering their things, until Tsukishima, leaning against the wall with a sly smirk, decides to break the silence.

“Well, well. First names now? Did I miss the wedding announcement?”

Hinata and Kageyama freeze, their faces flushing bright red as they suddenly realize their mistake. Hinata stammers, “It’s—It’s not like that!” while Kageyama splutters, “Shut up, Tsukishima!”

The room erupts into laughter, and the two quickly mumble their goodbyes before rushing out of the clubroom, leaving behind a very intrigued group of teammates.

Yamaguchi grins and nudges Tsukishima. “I think we just found our next mystery to solve.”

~

They walk side by side towards Kageyama’s house, Hinata rolling his bike alongside him. What starts as a leisurely stroll quickly turns into an impromptu race, earning amused glances from passersby until they finally arrive at Kageyama’s front door.

Kageyama fumbles with his keys, and Hinata follows him inside, swiftly locating his house slippers from the shoe cabinet. The bright orange pair matches his hair perfectly—a gift from Kageyama, who had grumbled, “I found these while shopping with my sister. They match your hair, and you needed a pair anyway. You’re always at my place, dumbass.”

Hinata smirks and rushes up to Kageyama’s room, getting comfortable as he waits. Kageyama, meanwhile, heads to the kitchen to grab some snacks. With his parents out, they have the house to themselves, free to create the usual ruckus without any consequences.

“So, I’ve thought of a few points already!” Hinata announces as he starts writing in their designated notebook, trying to be as neat as possible. He writes in big letters ‘Boyfriends 101’ on the cover.

“First,” he declares with confidence, “we need to talk every day! It could be a quick text or a long call—whatever. I don’t want to go through that silence after our first-year fight ever again.”

Kageyama winces remembering that incident. That silence now would physically pain him a hundred times more. He nods and adds, “Second, let’s have virtual date nights from time to time. We could watch volleyball matches or whatever.”

Hinata grins and jots this down, adding a smiley Kageyama doodle next to the note. “Yeah, and we can watch those horror movies you hate or maybe a sappy romcom.”

He pokes Kageyama’s pouty cheek with the other end of his pen and continues, “Third, we should share our daily moments with each other. Even the small stuff. Like sending a photo of our meals or telling each other about the funniest thing that happened that day.”

Kageyama watches Hinata write down the third point and adds his own touch—a tiny tangerine doodle. “Fourth, we should support each other’s goals and dreams. I’ll be waiting for you, dumbass.”

They fall into a moment of quiet, each lost in thought about the future—Kageyama in Tokyo, and Hinata preparing for his move to Brazil. The air shifts, becoming heavier with the reality of their upcoming separation. Hinata, ever the sunshine, tries to lighten the mood. He taps his pen against the notebook and grins, “Alright, next rule: you need to send me one compliment every day, along with a cute picture.”

Kageyama’s cheeks flush, clearly flustered. "Shou, do you really think I’m going to willingly compliment you every day? Don’t fish for compliments, dumbass!"

Hinata waggles his finger at him playfully. “Nah, Bakayama, I know you secretly compliment me in your head all the time!”

Their playful banter quickly turns into a squabble, Hinata tackling Kageyama to the floor. In a heartbeat, they’re tangled on the floor, their laughter fading into something softer, more charged. The reason for their scuffle is forgotten.

Hinata’s breath catches, and he gulps audibly.

Tobio leans in closer, their foreheads almost touching. He nudges Hinata’s nose with his own, silently asking, ‘You okay?’

This is new territory for both of them—uncharted and nerve-wracking, yet thrilling. Tobio inches further and after a heartbeat of hesitation, Hinata closes the distance, meeting him halfway in a soft kiss.

It’s everything they have imagined and more and nothing at all. It's soft and playful but every second of it speaks volumes to each other. Each moment is filled with a thousand promises and wishes. They forget to breathe and their hearts are thumping so quickly one may think they are competing to see who can beat faster for one another.

They finally pull back, breaths mingling, just as their phones buzz with a flurry of notifications.

Curious, they check their screens and see their shared group chat with Yachi, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima has erupted into chaos.

Karasuno’s Chaos 🐾🌻🌌🌕🌟

Yachi🐾:
guys, does anyone know if the answer for Q10 on the maths sheet is 0?
I swear I panic every time I get 0 after a long solution…
Its either incredibly right or horribly wrong 😭😭

Tsukishima🌕:
Give me a minute, Yachi. I’ll solve it and let you know.

Yamaguchi🌟:
Also, whose turn was it to lock the gym today?

Tsukishima🌕:
Probably Hinata’s. Only someone like him would forget something so basic.

Yachi🐾:
But Hinata was with Kageyama the whole time, right?

Yamaguchi🌟:
Yeah, you two left together and on time!! What are you guys up to? 😏😏😏

Back in Kageyama’s room, Hinata shifts comfortably beside Kageyama, laying his head on his shoulder. With his knees pulled to his chest and tongue sticking out in concentration, he starts typing without much thought.

Hinata🌻:
We were making a guide for us today!
And guess what, yamayama refuses to send me a compliment and a cute pic of him every day!
😤😤😤

Kageyama🌌:
Stop fishing for compliments, dumbass.

Hinata🌻:
But that’s the least he could do as my boyfriend! Right guys?
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Kageyama🌌:
I can send you a cute picture every day
as your boyfriend <3

The group chat goes silent for a moment, both Hinata and Kageyama staring at each other, half-amused, half-embarrassed. Just as they’re about to toss their phones aside and resume what they started, the chat explodes:

Tsukishima🌕:
Knew it. What did I say? Pay up, Yamaguchi 💸💸

Yamaguchi🌟:
We were planning to bait them, but they just confessed everything on their own 🫠🫠

Yachi🐾:
Boyfriends!!! You guys are so cute together
✨✨✨

Tsukishima🌕:
Grossly cute, you mean

Yamaguchi🌟:
Tsukki, we all know you’re actually happy for them 🫶

Yachi🐾:
I need the details!!! How did this happen!

Tsukishima🌕:
When’s the wedding?

Yamaguchi🌟:
I am assigning myself as the best man 🕺🕺🕺

Tsukishima🌕:
Seriously, just admit it, who’s the bigger sap?

Hinata and Kageyama exchange a look—caught between laughter and embarrassment.

Yamaguchi🌕:
Is there going to be pet names? You should add that to the guide, Hinata!

Kageyama🌌:
Stop making things up! There are no pet names, and definitely no wedding—

Hinata🌻:
Says the guy who called me “Shou” five times today…
🥰🥰🥰

Yachi🐾:
OMG, pet names confirmed!

Tsukishima🌕:
And here I thought I’d have to dig deeper. You two make it too easy 🫡

Yamaguchi🌟:
Seriously, just admit you’re the worst at keeping secrets! 😂😂

Kageyama groans and turns to Hinata. "No more accidental slip-ups, got it?"

Hinata grins, scribbling on their guide. “Or at least… let’s try to keep it minimal.”

They exchange a playful, knowing look, and beneath their bickering, there’s a warm sense of relief that they don’t have to hide anymore—at least, not from these friends. Honestly, they never thought about hiding anything, they are as obvious as rain on a rainy day.

Chapter Text

Kageyama Tobio’s phone pings for the umpteenth time, left isolated in his locker. Kageyama is nowhere near it, focused on practice, and most likely won’t hear his phone’s cries for many hours yet.

Shou ☀️ :

Good morning, omw to the airport! 

Yamayama, I have reached on time

(attached image of Hinata grinning with his boarding pass)

I got my boarding pass 🥳!

Going through security now, the queue is so longggggg

I am going to go kill an hour in the lounge and have some breakfast before boarding

Omw to gate, the boarding starts in 10 mins

I have boarded my flight Tobio 🧡

There’s a little girl next to me who reminds me of Natsu. Her mom is chatty too—they’re heading to London to see family.

The flight's taking off. Bye, Tobio!
See you soon, love you lots 🧡🧡

By the time Kageyama finally gets a break from practice, it's lunch. He rushes to his locker, his mind swirling with unspoken thoughts. He grabs his phone and scrolls through the accumulated texts. He smiles at Hinata’s enthusiastic updates.

He quickly types a reply, knowing he won’t get an answer for hours.

Tobio 🏐:
Have a safe flight, shou!
See you soon and love you too <3

Kageyama locks his phone and leans back against the locker, feeling the weight of Hinata's absence. He had wanted to be there at the airport, to see him off. He wanted to hold on to him just a little longer. Ever since their last goodbye, it’s felt like Shouyou took a piece of him along.

Since graduation, life had changed—mostly for the better, but the distance was gnawing at him. It was like the literal sun had gone missing from his sky. Hinata was leaving for Brazil, and they’d barely been able to meet, just a few short times he could count on his fingers. Kageyama really needed his sun back in his sky.

The last time they were together, just a couple of weeks ago, Kageyama had managed to take a weekend off to visit Hinata back in Miyagi. He had news to share—with Hinata and both their families.

That night, after a lively family dinner at the Hinata household, Kageyama found a quiet moment to pull Hinata aside, away from the playful chaos. The room had finally settled after hours of laughter and conversation; the family’s attention was elsewhere, giving Kageyama the chance he’d been waiting for. But before they could get too far, Natsu burst in, dragging Kageyama back into the joyful pandemonium of the Hinata family. He was welcomed with open arms as always. Their relationship wasn’t openly discussed, but the bond between him and Hinata was evident to everyone in the room, accepted without question or need for explanation.

Later, when things finally calmed again, Kageyama seized his opportunity. “Shou, I have something to show. Close your eyes,” Kageyama said.

Hinata, always quick to trust, shut his eyes with a grin. Kageyama fumbled through his bag, rustling clothes until he pulled out his surprise.

"Okay, open them."

Hinata's breath caught in his throat. In front of him stood Kageyama, proudly wearing a bright red jersey with Japan's flag emblazoned across the chest.

Hinata’s eyes widened, his mouth moving a thousand miles a minute, a stream of half-formed words and excitement tumbling out. “Is this—? When did—? Oh my god, Tobio!” He darted around Kageyama, taking in the name and the number 20 printed stark white on the back.

He’d known Kageyama had made the National Team, and knew he was going to Rio. But seeing it like this, in person—it was different. It was real.

Kageyama fidgeted, the nerves that had been simmering under the surface suddenly boiling over. "Dumbass," he barked, "gonna say anything?"

That snapped Hinata out of it. Tears of joy brimmed in his eyes, and he grinned up at Kageyama. “I’m so happy for you, Tobio. Congratulations!” He leapt forward, tackling Kageyama into a hug.

For a moment, Kageyama felt the familiar warmth, the comforting light of his sun that he had missed so much. His own unshed tears threatened to spill over, but he held them back, letting himself just feel this moment. When Hinata pulled back to look up at him, eyes filled with a hundred different emotions, Kageyama heard himself say, “Hurry up, it’s lonely without you.”

Hinata softened. He knew how hard this had been for Kageyama, the shift to the professional world. There had been a call, not too long ago, where Kageyama finally opened up. He loved playing with the best, loved the challenge, but it wasn’t easy. The pressure, the constant need to adapt and excel, was taking its toll.

Hinata smiled gently. “Wait for me. Two years.”

There’s a vulnerable and uncertain tone in his voice. Tobio recognises it in the same way Shouyou has done it for him before. Without a second thought, he cupped Hinata’s face, pressing a soft kiss to each closed eyelid, whispering, “I can’t wait to share this same moment with you. Though you’ll probably look like an over-ripe tangerine in a red jersey.”

Hinata’s laughter rang out, bright and full, and the embers of doubt rekindled into a blaze.

They exchanged gifts—small tokens of affection. Hinata beamed as he pulled out a bright sun-shaped phone charm, attaching it to Kageyama’s phone. "Now you'll always have the sun with you," he said, his smile wide and genuine.

Kageyama rolled his eyes, but there was a softness in them. "Idiot," he muttered, digging into his bag. "Here." He handed Hinata a phone case shaped like a milk carton. “To remind you of me.”

Hinata laughed, delighted. "It’s perfect, dorky like you!"

Later that night, as they sat on Hinata’s bed, still buzzing with excitement, Hinata nudged him. “Hey, can I borrow a couple of your hoodies?”

Kageyama scoffed. “Why? You don’t have enough of your own?”

“Yours smell better,” Hinata teased with a grin. “And warmer. Like you.”

Kageyama's ears reddened. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But I’m taking some of yours too. Fair’s fair.”

Hinata agreed readily, and they swapped hoodies, laughing and bickering over which ones to take. It felt silly, but to them, it was perfect.

They held each other close, talking long into the night about everything and nothing.

The next morning, Kageyama and Hinata’s mom were quietly making breakfast while Shouyou took a shower after their morning run. She turned to Kageyama, her voice soft. “Thank you for being with Shouyou.” He nodded, a rare, genuine smile on his lips.

~

It’s been a month since Hinata’s departure. Training has been gruelling, as always, but somehow, managing a long-distance relationship with Hinata is going surprisingly well. They’ve stuck to their 'Boyfriends 101' guide—FaceTime calls, daily check-ins, and shared meals over video when they can, even if breakfast for one means dinner for the other. They've added a few new rules: weekly “language exchange” sessions where Hinata teaches Kageyama random phrases (Hinata now knows how to ask for milk in Portuguese) and a bizarre challenge called “Operation Silent Treatment” where they try to communicate without words during a video call until one of them cracks.

Despite the initial blues, they're navigating it well. The time zones and distance feel like obstacles, but their routines give them some semblance of normalcy. Hinata’s bright chatter is a regular part of Kageyama's day, keeping his spirit alight—even if it's through videos of Hinata attempting to catch and hug a seagull on the beach because “it looked lonely.”

But right now, Kageyama Tobio's biggest challenge isn’t training or even his new team. It's figuring out Hinata’s latest Instagram story. Allow him to explain.

Hinata has always been active on social media. His profile is an ever-rolling feed of beach volleyball clips, random snapshots, and the occasional food photo with questionable filters. Usually, it’s all harmless enough—if you ignore the fact that Hinata's new haircut makes him look like a sunburnt hermit crab flopping through the sand. But today’s story? Today’s story is different. Today, Hinata has posted… a picture of a half-eaten churro. With no caption.

Kageyama stares at the churro for a solid ten minutes, his face scrunched in concentration. What does it mean? Is this some kind of code? Is it a challenge? Is it… a clue? The longer he looks at it, the more he feels like he’s being mocked by fried dough.

He could just ask Hinata, but he’s convinced that’s exactly what Hinata wants—no, expects him to do. And Kageyama is not about to give him the satisfaction.

He decides to consult his teammates. After practice, he corners Ushijima and Hoshiumi in the locker room.

“Look at this,” Kageyama demands, holding up his phone.

Ushijima stares. “It’s… a churro?”

Kageyama huffs. “Yes, what do you think this means?”

Hoshiumi glances over, frowning. “Is this from Shouyou?”

Kageyama nods, and suddenly, understanding dawns on both of their faces.

Ushijima nods sagely. “Maybe it’s a metaphor. For… happiness?”

Kageyama’s eye twitches. “No, it’s a challenge. I think he wants me to figure it out. It must be some kind of clue.”

Hoshiumi smirks. “Or he’s just messing with you. I bet he’s laughing right now.”

Kageyama grumbles. They’re probably right, but he doesn’t want to admit it. Instead, he responds to Hinata’s story with a quick message.

Tobio🏐:
Why are you eating churros without me?
That’s rude

Hinata’s reply comes quickly:

Shou ☀️:
Finally, you figured it out 😂
I thought it would take longer! Remember Osaka? The churro stand!

Kageyama sighs. Of course, it’s about that time in Osaka, where Hinata challenged him to a churro-eating contest and won. He shakes his head, smiling despite the loss.

This was the beginning of the Instagram story challenge. Now, anytime they find something they want to show the other, they post it as a cryptic story. The competition is on.

Next, Kageyama posted a photo of a volleyball spinning perfectly on his fingertip with the caption: Still got it. You?

Hinata quickly responded with a video of himself managing the same move… for about three seconds, before the ball flew off-screen, followed by a burst of his laughter. Caption: Always got it… sort of.

Another time, Hinata had posted a picture of a volleyball stuck high in a tree with the caption: Guess who did this?

Kageyama had snorted and replied: Only you would manage to hit a tree when aiming for the net, dumbass.

Adulting is Chaos🍄☀️🏐🌈🫧

Tsukishima🫧:
I can see the chaos unfolding in the future already

Yamaguchi🌈:
Is this about the stories?

Yachi 🍄:
It’s kinda cute, though.
But maybe try not to make it too obvious, Hinata and Kageyama!

Tsukishima🫧:
Yeah, your fans are definitely going to catch on, King

~

You could say Kageyama is on cloud nine. The Rio Olympics are right around the corner, and he’s just received his tickets and full itinerary for the games. There, on the last page of the document, he spots a faint glimmer of hope—his schedule is completely free for an entire night, from the closing ceremony to the flight back to Japan the next morning.

He wants to ask Hinata to meet him. It’s all he can think about. But he hesitates. Kageyama knows Hinata would be thrilled to see him—he can almost hear the excited chatter already. But doubts linger. What if asking Hinata to come breaks his rhythm, his focus? Hinata’s been training hard, adapting to the sand, finding his own way in Brazil. Maybe… maybe Kageyama should wait, just a little longer.

Before he can mull over it more, his phone buzzes. It’s a message from Hinata, and Kageyama feels a surge of giddiness, thinking about Hinata on the other side of the world, thinking of him. But his fuzzy feelings quickly turn into something a little less pleasant.

It’s almost like fate’s taunting him. Because right there, on his phone screen, is a photo of Hinata with Oikawa. In Brazil. On the sand. With a volleyball net in the background. That’s everything Kageyama wants right now—except it’s with Oikawa, his archenemy.

The only silver lining is that Kageyama has the public decency not to fling his phone across the locker room. Instead, he shoves it in Ushijima’s face, who just so happens to be passing by. Poor soul caught up again.

Ushijima stares at the screen, then at Kageyama, then back at the screen. “How did Oikawa end up in Brazil?”

Kageyama, feeling his nerves simmering, switches off his phone and decides to do what he does best: play volleyball. He will talk about it with Hinata this weekend.

Calm, Inhale and Exhale, he tells himself.

But it’s Sunday, and there is no calmness in Kageyama’s mind. Can you blame him?

Hinata is talking a mile a minute—“You won’t believe it, Tobio! The Grand King played beach volleyball with me! We even won our last match—it was his first time playing beach! And he taught me a few things about setting, too!”

Something in Kageyama snaps. “Maybe you should call him instead of me, then.”

Hinata tilts his head, smiling softly. “Yamayama, are you… jealous of Oikawa?”

The lack of teasing in Hinata’s tone makes Kageyama’s face go red. He hates admitting it, but he nods, hoping the feeling will come through the pixelated screen.

Hinata’s smile grows warmer. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was just excited to see a familiar face here.”

That tugs at Kageyama’s heart. Hinata hadn’t mentioned it, but it’s obvious now — he’s been homesick. This was the final nail in the coffin. They both have been busy with volleyball in their own ways. Hinata, who is always so brave, has been quietly putting on a smile so as not to add to Kageyama’s worries. Guilt gnaws at him for not realizing it sooner.

“Sorry I lashed out,” Kageyama mutters, looking away. “I’ve been seeing it on your face lately, the homesickness.”

Hinata's face softens, his usual brightness dimming just a bit. “Yeah… maybe a little. It’s just… different here, you know?”

Kageyama takes a breath, gathering his courage. “Would you… would you like to meet me while I’m there for the Olympics? I have a free night after the closing ceremony, but I fly out early the next morning.”

Hinata’s face lights up with a smile that outshines the screen. “Really?! Of course, I’d love to!”

Kageyama feels a rush of warmth. Suddenly, he can’t remember what he was so worried about in the first place. The call stretches on, with Hinata now fully awake, preparing his breakfast while Kageyama is getting ready for bed. They chatter excitedly about their plans, making a to-do list for their night together. Hinata insists he comes over to his place—“You’ll be tired from the Olympics, and you need to meet Pedro, my roommate!”—and Kageyama can only smile.

All in all, Kageyama goes to sleep feeling like a kid who’s just got his favourite toy.

~

Have you ever willingly walked into a house on fire? Because that is exactly what Kageyama feels like he’s done right now.

Allow him to explain his predicament. Again.

He’s sitting with the rest of his teammates for an interview about the upcoming Olympics. The interviewer is relentless—chattering away with questions about their ambitions, their plans, and Kageyama’s eyes are already squinting against the harsh studio lights. He’s trying his best to smile without looking like he’s in pain. He can almost hear Tsukishima’s sneer from earlier: “Your smile is going to terrify the fans, King.”

Well, Tsukishima is wrong. He has a secret weapon. All he has to do is think about Hinata, and his smile will soften immediately.

Honestly, he’s practically buzzing with excitement. In just a few days, they’re flying out, and he’ll finally see his boyfriend after months apart. If he could, he’d probably run to the airport right now. But he’s learned a little patience, right? He can wait.

So, he lets his guard down. Just for a moment.

The interviewer catches him in his daydream and asks, “Kageyama Tobio, this is going to be your first Olympics, right? How does it feel to have accomplished so much at the tender age of 19?”

He straightens up, determined not to fumble. “I am very delighted at this opportunity to represent Japan on the world stage. I am looking forward to playing my best games.” He feels a swell of triumph. Tsukishima was absolutely wrong—he nailed that one.

But then, the next question catches him off guard. “Are you looking forward to anything while being in Rio? Any games you’d like to watch?”

Kageyama’s brain is still stuck on Hinata—his bright smile, that ridiculous laugh, the way he talks a mile a minute. He blurts out, “Yes, I’m looking forward to playing beach volleyball with Hi—”

And that’s when chaos erupts. Every teammate around him starts coughing simultaneously. Ushijima’s hand lands on his shoulder, a little too firm, with a very awkward smile stretched across his face. Kageyama realizes his mistake within milliseconds, his mouth going dry. He celebrated his victory too quickly.

“—with someone, I mean, with friends!” He finishes, face slightly flushed.

The interviewer, smelling blood in the water, perks up with a sly grin. “Oh, are you meeting someone there? A close friend perhaps?”

Kageyama stammers, trying to recover. “N-No, just… just some normal beach volleyball. I follow it... a lot.”

The interviewer raises an eyebrow, and Kageyama can feel the sweat forming on his forehead. But thankfully, his teammates jump in, steering the conversation back to safer territory. Soon enough, the moment passes—but Kageyama knows it’s already been immortalized across the internet.

He’s certain their ‘Adulting is Chaos’ group chat is probably blowing up his phone right now, with Tsukishima’s smug taunts and Yachi’s panicked “Are you okay?” messages.

All he wants to do is go home, crawl into bed, and fast forward to being in Brazil already.

~

Adulting is Chaos🍄☀️🏐🌈🫧

Hinata☀️:
Good luck Tobio!

Yachi🍄:
OMG, Tobio, I will be watching the match live this time!!!
I finally got a break from this never-ending assignments
I’m cheering you on! 🤍

Tsukishima🫧:
Me too, King
Yachi, want to come over?
Tadashi will be here too

Yamaguchi🌈:
I heard my name!
Tobio, I bought your jersey 🙌
(attached image of Tadashi flaunting his jersey)

Yachi🍄:
Sure sure, I will be there

Yamaguchi🌈:
The match will be live-streamed late in the night
So, a sleepover with us three
Haven’t spent time with you guys in so long!

Hinata☀️:
Wow, really making me jealous here

Tobio🏐:
Thank you
For all the support
Don’t be shou, I am meeting you later in the week

Tsukishima🫧:
This reminds me of the interview
Your red face was grossly cute, King 😂

Tobio🏐:
I sometimes forget how much I hate you

Yachi🍄:
Because you don’t, Tobio 

~

Kageyama is exhausted. Bone-crushingly tired. The closing ceremony feels like it’s dragging on for eternity. He keeps checking his phone; it’s only been a minute, but it feels like an hour. He’s fidgeting in his seat, desperate to leave the Olympic Village and meet Hinata. He’s already informed everyone and gotten permission, with strict instructions from the PR team to keep things discreet. What could go wrong?

“Stop fidgeting Kageyama, I am trying to sleep with my eyes open”, the libero beside him mutters.

"But—”

“We know you are excited to meet him, so relax”, the captain says with a smile over his shoulder.

Kageyama tries to relax, but his face settles into a deadpan stare as he imagines being anywhere but here. He hopes to get out in two hours. His mind drifts to thoughts of the sun, the sand, and Hinata.

Who would have thought he’d be swamped by fans the moment he spots Hinata waiting at the entrance and runs towards him? He thought his disguise—a cap and sunglasses—would help. Someone should tell him that’s exactly what makes him stand out when it’s dusk in Rio.

He vaguely remembers Hinata excitedly chattering about how Brazil is home to the largest Japanese population outside Japan. But before he can reflect on that, he’s surrounded by a sea of people, questions flying at him, and autographs to sign.

Hinata is chuckling at him from a distance, but Kageyama has to keep his focus to manage the crowd.

When things finally settle, Hinata runs over and tackles him into a warm hug. Kageyama buries his face in the crook of Hinata's neck, inhaling the scent of sun and salt, and Hinata does the same, his fluffy hair tickling Kageyama’s cheek. They stay like that for what feels like an eternity until Hinata breaks the silence with a soft giggle.

“I missed you so much Tobio.”

“Yeah… me too, Shou.”

“You must be tired. Do you want to head back to my apartment or hit the beach? I’m up for either,” Hinata grins.

God, I missed this so much.

Kageyama’s brain is screaming to head somewhere private, but he’s captivated by the sight of Hinata in a hooded tank top, looking absolutely radiant. The slight tan, the freckles on his cheeks and shoulders, the way he’s filled out more—everything about him feels new and yet so familiar. The pixelated video calls didn’t do him justice. It’s breathtaking, and Kageyama knows this will be a long night. Sleep can wait. Well, he can always crash out on his flight.

But he’s also curious to play some beach volleyball with him.

“Let’s play a couple of rounds and then head over to your place,” he decides.

“Sure!” Hinata replies, intertwining their fingers and tugging him towards the beach. He pulls up his hood just in case.

Hours later, they’re sprawled out like starfish on the sand, breathless but happy. They slip into their usual rhythm of playful bickering as if the distance had never existed. Hinata recounts his favourite moments from the Olympic games followed by laughing at the memory of Kageyama falling on his butt in the sand. Kageyama, blissfully unaware, just laughs and nods, letting Hinata's voice wash over him.

“Do you want to get dinner, Tobio? I’ve been dying to take you to this great place, and then we can head back to my apartment,” Hinata whispers, his voice barely audible over the crashing waves.

When they’re done, with renewed energy, they race back to Hinata’s place. Kageyama loses, partly because he has no idea where he’s going and also because he’s lugging a huge suitcase.

They finally tumble into the living room, and suddenly, a quietness falls over them. Their eyes meet, communicating a thousand words that neither of them needs to say out loud. The quiet stillness of Hinata's apartment is a stark contrast to the lively streets of Rio outside.

Kageyama takes in his surroundings—simple, cozy, with beach towels drying on a rack and a faint scent of sea breeze hanging in the air. There’s a well-used volleyball on the floor and a small stack of One Piece mangas along with a ridiculous amount of sunscreen beside it. It feels... homey.

Hinata is still holding Kageyama’s hand, their fingers loosely intertwined. He smiles up at him, a soft, warm smile that makes Kageyama's chest feel tight and his heart beats a little faster. “Welcome to my place, Tobio,” he whispers, as if afraid to break the moment.

Kageyama’s gaze flickers around, taking in everything. “It’s…nice,” he mumbles, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips. “Small, but nice.”

Hinata grins and lightly punches Kageyama's arm. "Hey! Don’t insult my home," he laughs. "Pedro and I worked hard to make it feel comfortable.”

Before Kageyama can respond, the door swings open, and a tall figure appears in the doorway. Pedro, Hinata’s Brazilian roommate, steps in with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression.

“So, this is the Tobio?” Pedro asks in accented and broken Japanese, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a grin.

Hinata’s face lights up with mischief. “Yes! This is my Tobio!” he exclaims, proudly puffing his chest out a bit.

Kageyama flushes a deep shade of red, flustered by the unexpected introduction. “I’m… um, just Kageyama,” he mutters, bowing awkwardly.

Pedro chuckles, his laughter filling the room and continues in English. “Nice to meet you, Kageyama. Hinata’s told me a lot about you.” He winks at Hinata, who blushes but doesn’t look away. “It’s always ‘Tobio this’ and ‘Tobio that’ around here. I feel like I already know you.”

Hinata laughs, his cheeks tinged pink.

“But don’t worry, Tobio, I’m just here to grab my things. I’ll be staying with a friend tonight so you two lovebirds can have the place to yourselves.”

Kageyama’s ears turn crimson at the “lovebirds” comment, and he shoots a quick, embarrassed glance at Hinata, who only giggles in response. Pedro waves them off with a knowing grin and grabs his bag, disappearing back out the door with a teasing, “Have fun, you two.”

As the door clicks shut, an awkward silence lingers for a second. Hinata then bursts into laughter, collapsing on the couch, and Kageyama can’t help but smile, his shoulders relaxing.

“Well, that was… something,” Kageyama mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hinata grins, patting the space next to him. “Come here, Tobio. Sit with me.”

They settle down together on the couch, their legs tangling comfortably. Kageyama’s arm instinctively wraps around Hinata's shoulders, pulling him close. The weight of the past months apart slowly lifts, replaced by a soft, comforting silence.

For a while, they just sit there, listening to the distant sounds of Rio outside—the hum of late-night traffic, the occasional burst of laughter or music. Kageyama leans his head against Hinata’s, his hand absently tracing patterns on Hinata’s arm.

Hinata sighs contentedly, turning his head slightly to look up at Kageyama. “I wish you didn’t have to leave so soon.”

Kageyama’s grip tightens a little. “I know.”

They end up on the bed, talking quietly in the dim light of the room. Hinata is lying on his stomach, feet kicking up behind him, while Kageyama is propped up on one elbow, looking down at him. They talk about everything and nothing—their plans, their dreams, the funny things that happened at practice, the games Hinata watched during the Olympics.

Before they know it, Kageyama's eyes grow heavy, and Hinata's voice starts to fade into the background like a lullaby. They fall asleep, Hinata's head resting on Kageyama's shoulder, their breaths falling in sync, peaceful in the knowledge that they’re together, even if just for this one night.

The early morning light filters through the curtains, and Kageyama wakes up to the smell of miso soup. He blinks sleepily, sitting up to find Hinata already dressed and bustling around in the tiny kitchen.

“Morning, Yama!” Hinata says brightly. “Breakfast?”

Kageyama yawns and nods, stretching out. “Yeah, thanks.”

They sit at the small table, quietly sharing a Japanese breakfast. The clock ticks closer to the time Kageyama has to leave, but neither of them mentions it. The silence is comfortable, filled with the soft clinking of cutlery and the rustle of newspaper pages.

Eventually, Kageyama sighs. “I should… probably get going.”

Hinata nods, but his smile is still bright. “Yeah, I know. But thank you for coming, Tobio. It means a lot.”

Kageyama reaches across the table, squeezing Hinata’s hand. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Hinata’s grin widens. “Definitely.”

With a quick hug and a lingering touch on the arm, Kageyama grabs his bag and heads out the door. The streets are still quiet, and the cool morning air fills his lungs. As he walks, he can’t help but glance back once, knowing he’s leaving a part of his heart behind but feeling lighter than he has in months.

~

Kageyama, ever the clueless one, has no idea there’s a small Twitter section buzzing with energy…

Kana_Loves_Vball @tobiofan20 • 8 hours ago
Spotted Kageyama Tobio after the closing ceremony at Rio’s famous beach last night, playing beach volleyball!!
#TobioTheHeartthrob

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volley4life_ @peachyspiker • 8 hours ago
Are we going to ignore that he was suspiciously hinting about meeting someone in Rio and playing beach volleyball 👀👀👀
he is living the best rom-com life!

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It’s been more than a year since Hinata first stepped onto the beaches of Brazil. To say his time here has been smooth sailing would be an understatement. Every rose has its thorns, and Hinata has felt those thorns dig deep. There were days when he struggled to keep his head above water, days when he felt like he was drifting too far from the shore, unsure if he could make it back.

But somehow, he did. He built a life for himself here, piece by piece. And now, sitting on this beach in the early morning light, he feels proud. The kind of pride that runs deeper than victories on the court. The fifteen-year-old version of himself would have never believed he could do it— to move halfway across the world, to start from scratch, and still be standing tall.

Kageyama has always been his anchor. From the very first moment they faced each other across the net, to the days when they fought side by side, and even now, thousands of miles apart.  Kageyama’s presence in his life—constant and steady—has kept him grounded. Hinata wouldn’t have made it this far without him, not with the same fire still burning in his chest.

Hinata pushes himself up, brushing the sand from his legs. As he does, something catches his eye— a glint of blue among the beige. He kneels and picks up a small seashell, its surface a deep blue with faded orange flecks. He rolls it between his fingers, then slips it into his pocket, a small treasure to keep with him.

With a quiet determination, he hops on his bike. It’s time for his morning practice; a routine as natural to him as breathing.

The practice goes by in a blur. There can never be enough volleyball, can there? But he knows cool-downs are important, and his stomach grumbles, reminding him he needs to eat. He takes a break, sits by the side, and unwraps a sandwich, appreciating the change in the scenery since early morning. The beach is busier now, filled with runners, joggers, and a dog chasing waves, making him chuckle.

Hinata pulls out his phone to send a text to Tobio. He imagines Kageyama must be back from training, settling into his nightly routine of watching volleyball matches before bed. Always asleep by 10 PM—such a grandpa. But Hinata can’t deny that after a long day of practice, sleep tugs at his own eyelids fairly early too.

A thought crosses his mind. He takes out the seashell and places it next to the volleyball resting beside him. He snaps a picture and adds a simple caption ‘night’ to it before uploading it to his Instagram story.

There’s a tingle in his veins, a craving for some indoor volleyball. He brushes the sand off himself and decides to head over there next. Nothing is stopping him.

~

On the other side of the world, Kageyama Tobio was, in fact, watching a recording of a volleyball match. The screen was paused, mid-action, as the washing machine in the corner chirped up with a cheerful tune. Kageyama sighed, getting up to unload the laundry and move it to the dryer when his phone rang.

Incoming call… Miwa

Kageyama picked up, put it on speaker, and resumed his task.

“Tobio, my not-so-sweet little brother,” Miwa’s teasing voice crackled through the phone. “When are you free for dinner? I’m going to be in Tokyo for a couple of weeks.”

“Miwa? Seriously? What brings you here?” Kageyama called back over the noise of the machine.

“Work, of course. Meetings with some big client. But enough about me! Just tell me when you’re free,” she insisted.

He paused, considering his schedule. “Hmm… I could do Thursday. Should I pick you up?”

“Thursday’s perfect! And no need to pick me up, I will meet you there right after work. Oh, and I want to hear all about Shouyou! See you, bye.”

“Wait, Miwa, don't—”

But she hung up before he could protest further, leaving him scowling at the phone. He shook his head and went back to his laundry, mumbling under his breath about his annoying older sister.

Once he was done, he padded back over to his phone to add the dinner to his calendar. That’s when he saw the notification:

Hinata Shouyou has uploaded a story

A grin tugged at his lips as he opened the app, navigating to Hinata’s story. His brow furrowed slightly at the picture—a volleyball and a blue seashell set against the blue morning sky. It didn’t take him long to catch on. The shell and the 'night'... he chuckled. Clever.

He opened their chat and quickly typed out a message:

Tobio🏐:
dumbass, did you really just send me a seashell as a hello?
good morning, Shou

He settled back into his seat, eyes flicking back to the paused match on his screen. With a small, satisfied smile, he pressed play.

Thursday couldn’t come fast enough. Practice with the Adlers had been intense—the difficulty ramping up as the season drew closer. In just a couple of weeks, his schedule would be packed with matches, training, and even more photoshoots for endorsements. His mind drifted to the Power Curry commercial he’d recently signed on for, and he grimaced. He was terrible at those. Maybe he could ask Miwa for some advice tonight.

His stomach grumbled. There was a convenience store just a minute’s walk away. He ducked inside to grab a quick snack before meeting Miwa. Browsing the shelves, he spotted a display of One Piece-themed snacks—character-shaped buns, each featuring a different face from the series. Knowing Hinata's obsession with One Piece, he couldn’t help but grin. He snapped two pictures for his Instagram story.

The first showed the entire shelf, captioned, “Which one to get?” The second one zoomed in on the Zoro bun he chose.

He chuckled to himself as he paid for it, finishing the bun in a few quick bites before heading back to the car. He reached the restaurant a bit early and gave the reservation name to the staff, who directed him to their table. Miwa was already there, chuckling at her phone. When she looked up, she waved him over.

He took the seat across from her. “Miwa, how’s it going? Have you ordered anything? I’m starving.”

“Just a starter. Good to see you, Tobio,” she replied, smiling. “How's everything?”

“Practice is good. Getting tougher.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, both studying their menus. After a few moments, they nodded in unison at their choices, then Tobio grinned when Miwa added, “And maybe this too?”

“Yes, absolutely,” he agreed, amused. They placed their order, and Miwa looked at him with a sly smile.

“So, Zoro, huh? I know someone who’s a Zoro fan. Talked my ear off about him the first time we met. Never knew you were into One Piece too,” she teased.

“Miwa, stop—”

“So, how’s he doing? When is he coming back?”

Kageyama’s expression softened. “Hinata’s great. He said hi by the way and asked me to take a selfie with you later. He’s been doing well in his beach tournaments, really kicking ass. He’ll be back in less than a year, after the Solcard Cup. I’m keeping the final day free so I can watch him live.”

Miwa’s grin widened. “I better start writing my speech for the wedding, I still have time right?”

Kageyama shot her a glare, but just then, their food arrived. He sighed. Why did the universe always conspire to keep him from properly retaliating against Miwa? But the delicious aroma from the dishes quickly distracted him.

They settled into their usual rhythm, chatting about work, training, and their upcoming plans. Kageyama brought up the Power Curry commercial, and Miwa burst out laughing.

“Tobio, just try not to look like you're about to spike the bowl,” she chuckled. “But seriously, try to relax. Smile naturally—you know, like you do when you're around Shouyou.”

He rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide a smile. “Yeah, yeah. Maybe I’ll ask him for tips on how to smile like an idiot.”

“Good idea,” Miwa smirked. “That’s something you could learn from him.”

The conversation flowed, light and easy, as they moved through their meal. By the time the check arrived, Kageyama felt a little more relaxed about the weeks ahead. As they stood to leave, Miwa reached out, squeezing his arm.

“Seriously, Tobio, you're doing great. Don’t forget to have fun, okay?”

He nodded, a small smile touching his lips. “Thanks, Miwa. I’ll try.”

They snapped the selfie Hinata had requested, Kageyama sticking out his tongue, Miwa grinning with victory. They sent it off with a quick message: Guess who’s buying dinner next time?

As they left the restaurant, Kageyama felt a familiar warmth settle in his chest. His life was busy, and sometimes overwhelming, but moments like these—small, simple moments—made it all feel a bit lighter.

~

The sun is blazing above, forcing Shouyou to squint as he raises a hand to shield his eyes. The cheers from the spectators blur into a steady roar, and he takes a moment to catch his breath, waving to his friend Heitor and the opposing team for a quick timeout after the set.

He pads across the hot sand, feeling the grains slipping beneath his feet. The morning's calmness has transformed into the lively chaos of a Saturday afternoon, the beach buzzing with energy.

Hinata rummages through his bag, fishing out his sunglasses. The relief from the glaring sun is immediate. He takes a moment to apply sunscreen, his fingers working it over his cheeks and nose. His ears pick up snippets of conversation around him, laughter mingling with the surf.

He waves at Nice, Heitor’s girlfriend, who is sitting with a group of spectators and hears a familiar call from the crowd.

“Ninja Shouyou, that last dig was insane! You were there in a flash!” a fan shouts, their excitement unmistakable.

Hinata grins and calls back in his practiced Portuguese, “Obrigado! Thank you so much!”

“You’re really living up to the name, Ninja Shouyou,” Nice chimes in with a smile.

Hinata blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “Haha, I’m trying. Beach volleyball is crazy,” he admits, laughing at how different it feels from the indoor game.

Heitor, ever the jokester, slides up and drapes an arm around his shoulders. “I don’t know about that, but you are crazy, Shouyou. The whole crowd’s buzzing because of you!”

Nice nods enthusiastically. “You wouldn’t believe how many people I’ve heard gasping at your plays. ‘Ninja Shouyou’ this, ‘Ninja Shouyou’ that. You’ve become a local legend!”

Hinata’s cheeks flush even redder. “Okay, okay, enough with the compliments! Heitor, I’m not buying you a drink,” he jokes, trying to deflect his embarrassment.

Heitor laughs, clapping him on the back. “Fair enough, buddy. Come on, let’s get back to it.”

They head back onto the sand, ready to resume the match. The rhythm of the game takes over, and Hinata feels the adrenaline coursing through him. He and Heitor win the set, and more challengers step in. Opponents switch in and out, but the fun is endless.

When the matches finally wind down, the sun is beginning to set. Hinata and his friends decide to grab dinner, a mix of laughter and exhausted chatter filling the air. It’s late by the time Hinata gets home, and his muscles are pleasantly sore from the day. After showering and changing out of his sweaty clothes, he flops onto his bed, face-first into his pillow. His hand fumbles around until it finds his phone.

He quickly dials Kageyama on FaceTime, knowing he should be back from his morning run. Sure enough, Kageyama picks up and props up the phone on the counter. The camera gives Hinata a full view of his kitchen. Kageyama is moving around, making breakfast, droplets of water clinging to the tips of his hair. Hinata smiles, thinking he must have just come out of the shower.

“Dumbass, are you going to say anything or just keep staring?” Kageyama calls out, stepping closer to the phone with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Hinata grins, saying, “Hey, Tobio.” His voice sounds slightly off, and he wonders if it’s from the tiredness catching up with him.

Kageyama’s eyes narrow a little, noticing. “You look wiped out. Tired already?”

“Nope, just… thinking.” Hinata's grin widens mischievously. “You look good.”

Kageyama snorts, raising an eyebrow. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Hinata laughs, rolling onto his back, holding his phone above his face. “Same old, same old.”

Kageyama smirks, but there’s a softening in his eyes. “Been watching your matches, you know. You’re getting better.”

“Really?” Hinata’s voice brightens, genuinely pleased. “You think so?”

“Yeah. But don’t get cocky,” Kageyama adds quickly. “You still have a lot to learn.”

“Look who’s talking, Mr. Perfect,” Hinata retorts, his grin widening. “You better keep up, or I’ll be the one coaching you next.”

Kageyama laughs, the sound warm and familiar. “In your dreams, idiot.”

They settle into their usual banter, Kageyama sitting down with his breakfast. After a moment, he looks thoughtful and says, “Check out this link, Shou.”

Hinata opens his messages and taps on the link Kageyama sent.

@beach_is_life:
Look at Ninja Shouyou go! That smile is blinding me ☀️☀️
I am gonna go buy sunglasses, bye
(attached: a short clip of him playing, upbeat Brazilian music in the background)
Full match link on YouTube #NinjaSHouyou

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Hinata watches in surprise, scrolling through the number of retweets. It’s a viral post. He bursts out laughing. “Tobio, how do you know this before me? Do you secretly follow beach volleyball news?”

Kageyama looks away for a split second, feigning indifference. “Just yours, mostly.”

Hinata freezes for a moment, then breaks into a huge smile, amusement and warmth mixing in his expression. “Well, this reminds me of something…”

He sends Kageyama a link in return.

@mylifeisyoursktobio:
My eyes are blessed 😍
(attached: a hot edit of Kageyama with a thirst-trap song)
#VolleyballCrush

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Kageyama taps the link and chokes on his food. “Is this what you’re doing over there in Brazil?”

Hinata bursts out laughing, feeling lighter and more carefree. “Just keeping up with my favourite setter,” he says, voice teasing.

Kageyama rolls his eyes, but there's a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Idiot.”

They continue sending each other tweets and messages, their conversation flowing easily. The teasing carries on, bridging the distance between them, making it feel like they're right next to each other.

As the conversation dies down, they sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's presence. Hinata stretches out on his bed, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. Despite being thousands of miles apart, moments like these make the distance feel just a little bit shorter.

Finally, Hinata breaks the silence. “Hey, Tobio… don’t work too hard, okay?”

Kageyama smirks, but there’s a softness in his eyes. “You too, dumbass.”

Hinata smiles, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. “Talk later?”

“Yeah,” Kageyama says softly. “Talk later.”

The call ends, but Hinata keeps his phone close, his heart a little fuller than before.

~

It’s been a few months since the V League started, and it’s been going full force—back-to-back training, intense practice sessions, and relentless matches. Kageyama is enjoying the ride, playing with some of the best teammates and facing off against the toughest opponents. If he has one regret, it would be not getting to spend as much time with Hinata. Not that their relationship isn’t going strong, but their call time has significantly reduced. So, he takes any chance he can get to talk to him.

Currently, it's 5 AM. The Adlers have an away game today, so everyone is gathered at the parking lot, ready to board the bus. Kageyama slips into his usual window seat, with Hoshiumi settling beside him. One by one, his teammates climb aboard, each looking wearier than the last. In half an hour, the bus is a picture of exhausted athletes—eye masks pulled down, noise-cancelling headphones snug over ears, and travel pillows tucked under heads. Most of them are already drifting off, eager to catch up on sleep during the long ride ahead.

Meanwhile, Kageyama is wide awake. He got a good night’s sleep, and missing his morning run has left him itching to expend some energy. The quiet bus and the dawn sky outside only add to his restlessness.

Kageyama pulls out his phone, plugging in his earphones, and presses play on one of the match recordings of today’s opponent. He has already watched it last night but extra preparation never hurts. But just as he’s focusing on a particularly tricky spike, his phone buzzes with a notification from Hinata.

The match recording is immediately forgotten.

Shouyou☀️:
Yamaaaa!
Good luck with your match today <33

Tobio🏐:
Thanks
Are you free?
I am so bored

As soon as he hits send, an incoming FaceTime request from Hinata appears on the screen. Kageyama’s face lights up, his boredom evaporating in an instant. He glances around—everyone is fast asleep, or at least they look like it. Hoshiumi has his headphones on, so Kageyama accepts the call.

The screen lights up with Hinata’s face, his bright, cheery smile almost enough to warm up the chilly bus. He’s on the beach, taking a break from practice, the ocean glimmering in the background.

Kageyama’s voice drops to a whisper. “Shou, I’m on the bus. Gotta keep it down.”

Hinata’s smile widens, and he nods. “Got it, got it. I’ll do the talking then!”

Kageyama can’t help but smile back, settling in as Hinata launches into a lively recount of his day. His voice is animated, full of life, and Kageyama listens, replying with hushed grumbles and nods that Hinata easily deciphers. Hinata’s talking about how he finally got to chat with the granny across the street, the one with five cats who always has one napping on her windowsill.

Kageyama’s eyes soften as he listens, content just hearing Hinata’s voice. Once he is finished narrating this day, Hinata props up his phone, angling it to show half of the volleyball court. He picks up a stray volleyball, grinning mischievously.

“Watch this, Tobio,” Hinata says, his voice a little quieter but no less enthusiastic.

Hinata takes his position and throws the ball up, serving it across the court with a satisfying smack. Kageyama’s eyebrows shoot up, genuinely impressed. He lets out a hushed, “Whoa,” before quickly clapping his hands together in a silent applause.

“Wow, you’ve finally caught up with my high school serve!” Kageyama teases, smirking.

Hinata rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed with Kageyama’s teasing. “Watch me!”

The camera pans to show the entire court now, and Hinata places five empty water bottles at the backline. He takes his position again, this time with a determined look. Kageyama leans closer to the screen, eyes glued to Hinata’s every move.

Hinata serves the ball, and it hits the first bottle dead-on. Kageyama silently cheers, his eyes wide with admiration.

The second bottle goes down, and Kageyama claps a little harder, biting back the urge to shout.

The third bottle topples, and Kageyama gives an exaggerated thumbs up, his grin widening.

The fourth bottle falls, and Kageyama does an aggressive head nod, his excitement barely contained.

Hinata sets up for the fifth serve, but just as he’s about to hit the ball, a gust of wind carries it off course. He yelps and chases after it, leaving Kageyama to boo quietly, but no less dramatically.

When Hinata finally nails the fifth bottle, Kageyama can’t help himself. “That was so good, Shou!” he says a little too loudly, his voice filled with genuine excitement.

Hinata grins and strikes Kageyama’s signature Power Curry pose, making Kageyama scoff and roll his eyes, but the fondness in his expression is unmistakable.

Then, Hinata pauses, thinking for a moment before dropping the final bombshell. “Tobio, I got my return tickets. I’m landing in Japan exactly three months from today. Mark the day.”

Kageyama’s public awareness goes out the window. “Shouyou, for real?! Send me your flight date and time! I’m definitely picking you up!! I can’t wait, I’m so happy!” His voice echoes through the bus, completely forgetting where he is.

Hinata laughs, pressing a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. “Yamayama, keep it down! I’ll send it to you, don’t worry. It’s about to be seven, so I gotta run to my part-time job. Talk later?”

Kageyama nods eagerly, his voice dropping back to a whisper. “Love you. Bye.”

As soon as the call ends, Kageyama slumps back in his seat, a content sigh escaping his lips. He gazes out the window, noticing that the city is slowly waking up, bathed in the early morning light. Everything feels brighter, more alive.

That’s when he senses it—the distinct feeling of being watched. He turns slowly, only to come face-to-face with Hoshiumi, who is staring at him like a seagull that just had its snack stolen mid-flight.

Kageyama’s eyes widen, his face flushing a deep red. He looks around and realizes, to his horror, that everyone on the bus is wide awake. Some are mildly amused, others fully entertained. Ushijima has his eyes closed, but there’s a telltale smirk on his lips, while their captain Hirugami has his headphones down but his eye mask still on.

From the back of the bus, someone shouts, “That was some entertainment! I’ve never seen Kageyama so animated!”

Hoshiumi, ever the teaser, leans in with a smirk. “Don’t worry, we’ve been awake for a while now. You should’ve seen your face.”

Kageyama stammers out a flustered, “Sorry.”

Ushijima, ever serious, asks in a calm voice, “Hinata Shouyou is returning?”

Kageyama nods, tight-lipped, and quickly throws on his eye mask, pretending to sleep for the rest of the trip. But no amount of pretending can hide the giddy smile that keeps creeping onto his face, or the way his heart feels like it’s about to burst from happiness.

As the bus rumbles along, Kageyama lies back, letting the contentment settle in. It’s a perfect start to the day, even if it did come with a side of mild public humiliation. But he wouldn’t trade it for anything—especially not when it means Hinata will be back in Japan soon.

The game ends with the Adlers clinching victory, winning 3 sets to 1. Kageyama is on cloud nine. The morning call with Hinata has left him feeling lighter than air, and he’s just played one of his most focused games ever. His precision was unmatched, his sets were sharp, and his team synergy was impeccable. By the end of the match, he’s earned the MVP title.

He’s feeling unstoppable.

But disaster has a way of finding Kageyama Tobio.

A reporter approaches him as the team exits the court, her microphone thrust into his face with a bright, expectant smile. “Kageyama Tobio, do you have any comments about the match today?”

This is easy— talking about volleyball is second nature to him. He gives an elaborate reply, breaking down the team’s strategy, his opponent’s weaknesses, and how the Adlers adjusted their play mid-game. His detailed response seems to please the reporter, and she nods along enthusiastically.

“Indeed! That setter dump to clinch the set point was brilliantly executed,” she praises.

Kageyama is about to excuse himself, thinking he’s done, when she asks another question, “Do you still keep up with beach volleyball news? I remember hearing about you playing after the Rio Olympics.”

Kageyama hesitates, caught off guard. His teammates are nearby, clearly paying attention, and he can sense Hoshiumi stifling a laugh.

“Uh, yeah, I do,” he replies, trying to sound casual. “There’s a lot to learn from beach volleyball, especially how they cover the court with just two players. I keep an eye on some of their matches.”

The reporter perks up, sensing a story. “That’s interesting! Any specific players or matches you recommend for our viewers?”

Kageyama’s mind races. He can almost hear his teammates holding back their laughter. He knows he should be general, but his thoughts are full of one person. He can’t help it—Hinata’s name is right on the tip of his tongue.

“Uh, there are a few good ones,” he says, trying to keep it vague. “You can find some exciting matches on YouTube. Um, Ninja Shouyou is one to watch, for sure.” He says it quickly, hoping the reporter doesn’t dig deeper.

There’s a brief pause. Kageyama can feel his teammates’ eyes on him, and he’s almost afraid to look back.

“Ninja Shouyou?” the reporter repeats, raising an eyebrow. “Interesting name. We’ll have to check that out. Thanks, Kageyama.”

Kageyama nods, tight-lipped, and mutters a quick, “Excuse me,” before practically fleeing from the interview, his teammates’ laughter following him all the way down the corridor.

~

Adulting is Chaos🍄☀️🏐🌈🫧

Kageyama🏐:
Shouyou’s final matches are on this Sunday
Anyone up for a watch party with me?
Or if you’re in Tokyo, come over to my place.

Yamaguchi🌈:
Oh, I’m in
Yachi and I are still stuck in semester hell

Yachi🍄:
Me too!
Definitely need a break from this internship hunting madness 😭😭
Like, I swear I’m hardworking, just hire me already!

Yamaguchi🌈:
Honestly, same, I’m ready to sell my soul for experience at this point 😩

Kageyama🏐:
Good thing I don’t need to find an internship.

Yamaguchi🌈:
You’re literally an Olympian…

Tsukishima🫧:
Field excursion here.
The network’s spotty, so I probably won’t join.
Don’t miss me too much.

Hinata☀️:
Wahh, you guys are putting too much pressure on me now!

Kageyama🏐:
Need to hit the bathroom, dumbass?

Tsukishima🫧:
This reminds me of that interview blunder you did, King:
"Ninja Shouyou is the one to watch~”
—spoken like a man drowning in love

Yachi🍄:
I love how Tsukki is always up to date on the latest Kageyama blunders
True supporter here 🫡🫡

Hinata chuckles, a warm smile spreading across his face as he reads the banter. He can almost hear Kageyama grumbling in response. Despite being spread across different corners of the world, the bond between them feels as strong as ever. Their support fills him with determination. He’s going to give it everything he’s got.

Time flies when you’re doing what you love. Before Hinata knows it, Sunday arrives—the final day of the Solcard Cup. The air is thick with anticipation. Hinata knows what's on the line, not just for him but for his teammate, too. Heitor has promised to propose to Nice if they win, and this is also Hinata’s last tournament before returning home. But he's ready. His favourite people are cheering for him, and he takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to give it everything.

One point at a time.

They fight hard, but in the end, they fall short by a hair. The loss stings, but Hinata feels no regrets. He knows a single loss doesn't define him. There are days you win and days you lose, but he's learned to keep his head up and promise to bring his best next time.

Heitor may have lost the match, but he just won at life—Nice proposes to him, right there on the court. Hinata can’t help but think of someone waiting for him back home and chuckles, knowing the little surprise he has planned.

“Alright!” Pedro shouts, breaking Hinata's thoughts. “We’ve got to celebrate tonight!”

Heitor claps him on the back, grinning, “You’re not flying out until after the wedding, right? You’ve got to join us.”

Hinata laughs, nodding. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

Later that night, they’re all crammed into a lively pub, the air thick with laughter and the scent of fried food. Drinks are passed around, and the group is in high spirits despite the day’s earlier disappointment. Hinata leans back in his chair, catching up on all the drama in the group chat, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Nice leans in, noticing his smile. “So, Shouyou, do you have someone you’re waiting for back home?”

Heitor chimes in with a knowing grin, “Oh, definitely! This guy is always grinning at his phone during breaks.”

Hinata looks up, a bashful smile spreading across his face. “Actually… he’s waiting for me.”

Pedro, the most tipsy of them all, perks up. “I met him once! He came by after the Olympics. Strong and serious-looking dude!”

Nice’s eyes light up, intrigued. “You have to show us pictures, Shouyou!”

Hinata hesitates for a moment, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks, but he’s too happy to care. He fumbles for his phone and starts showing them some pictures of Kageyama, his smile widening with every swipe. “This is him,” he says softly. “And this… and this one, too.”

Nice coos over the photos, while Heitor and Pedro chime in with exaggerated “oohs” and “aahs.” Hinata’s heart feels full, surrounded by friends and their playful teasing, and he realizes he’s not just looking forward to going home—he’s excited to share this part of his life with them.

~

Kageyama is buzzing with energy. It’s already past his usual bedtime, but he can hardly sit still. Instead, he finds himself cleaning and dusting around his apartment. For the third time tonight, he’s going over the kitchen counters with a cloth, making sure everything is spotless. He’s stocked the pantry with all of Shouyou’s favourite snacks, the ones he’s been grumbling about missing for months.

He moves to the living room, adjusting the cushions and wiping the coffee table for what feels like the hundredth time, when he hears a knock on the door. His eyes flick to the clock on the wall. It’s nearly 11 p.m.

His brows knit in concern as he walks over and cracks open the door. The sight that greets him is both the most unexpected and the most welcome: Hinata Shouyou, right there, rustling through his pockets as if he’s misplaced something.

Hinata looks up, sensing the door open, and his face breaks into that signature, radiant smile. Without a word, he crashes into Kageyama’s arms.

Kageyama is so surprised that he stumbles back, unprepared for the sudden weight and momentum of Hinata. They tumble together onto the floor, landing in a heap just inside the doorway, with Hinata giggling into Kageyama’s chest. Kageyama, still in shock, wraps his arms around him, holding him tight, wishing for this moment to never end.

“Hey, Tobio… surprise!” Hinata says, his voice bright with laughter.

“Shou, how are you here? I thought—”

Hinata cuts him off with a playful grin. “Can’t I surprise my own boyfriend? I planned this with Kenma. He picked me up, which is why I’m a little late.”

“Late?”

“I wanted to be here before your bedtime. I was worried I’d wake you up,” Hinata explains, glancing around the apartment. “But it doesn’t look like I interrupted your sleep.”

Kageyama chuckles, his face buried in Hinata’s hair. “Couldn’t sleep… too excited.”

God, he missed him.

“I missed you, Shou—”

“Missed you, love—”

They speak at the same time and then burst into laughter, their giggles mingling in the stillness of the night. The door is still wide open, Hinata's suitcase forgotten in the hallway.

Kageyama tightens his grip around Hinata, the new pet name “love” echoing pleasantly in his mind. He wants to stay like this forever.

“Tobio, we should close the door before the neighbours start complaining,” Hinata murmurs, but he makes no effort to move, his own arms still wrapped around Kageyama.

Kageyama nods, but he doesn’t let go. Not yet. Right now, they have everything they need, and the rest of the world can wait.

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The first rays of the sun filter through the bedroom curtains. The birds haven’t started singing yet, but Kageyama feels the warmth of the sun blanketing his face, coaxing him from sleep. He frowns, hoping to drift back into slumber, but then a memory from last night floats into his mind like the end scene of a romantic movie. His eyes snap open, needing to confirm it wasn’t just a dream.

Next to him, Hinata lies fast asleep, their faces just inches apart. Their limbs are tangled together, Hinata’s leg draped heavily over Kageyama’s waist. The shared heat of their bodies and the weight of Hinata’s leg feels too real to be an illusion.

The sunlight paints a surreal watercolour scene across the room, creating a halo around Hinata. The glow makes his skin luminous, and Kageyama feels his own heart beginning to race. Right there, between his arms, is the sun-child himself, heart beating in a peaceful rhythm that doesn’t quite match Kageyama's; his is picking up speed at an alarming rate.

He stares at Hinata’s face, soaking in the small changes, details he hasn’t seen up close in so long. Slowly, he lifts his hand from where it rests on Hinata’s hip, hesitating for a moment as if touching him might cause him to disappear. Gathering his courage, he brushes a few golden strands away from Hinata’s forehead. The touch sends a familiar flutter through his chest, the same butterflies as before. Sunlight dances between the strands, casting tiny, dancing rainbow reflections in them, as a gentle breeze lifts the soft curls around Hinata’s face.

Kageyama softly drags his index finger down from Hinata’s temple, lightly tracing the curve of his ear and pausing at his jaw. His ears have always been warm against Kageyama's fingers—some things never change.

His finger moves to the space between Hinata’s brows, smoothing out the muscles that always seemed tense, even when he wasn’t frowning. He maps out Hinata’s features, tracing down the bridge of his nose, and notices the deep tan spreading across his face compared to last year. A scattering of freckles dusts his cheeks.

Oh, how much Tobio would give to get lost there, he thinks, to map out those constellations like the ancient Greeks once did. The thought makes him shiver. He’d probably sell his soul if it came to that.

He runs his thumb across one of Hinata’s cheeks and makes a quiet vow to count those freckles one day; to memorize the number and tell the astronomers he knows exactly how many stars are in the night sky.

His eyes drift to Hinata’s lips, soft and slightly parted. He’s missed the feel of them against his own. He touches them gently, letting the warmth of Hinata’s breath wash over his skin, feeling fortunate to have woken up early to cherish this moment.

Kageyama’s hand slides down from Hinata’s chin to his throat, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his Adam’s apple, his eyes catching on the tan lines running across Hinata’s torso. Oh, to be burned by that sun—his sun. Leaning in, Kageyama presses a soft kiss where the tan line meets the untouched pale skin, and smiles. The taste is just as he remembers.

Before he can fully appreciate Hinata’s new muscles, broader shoulders, and everything else, he hears a soft giggle. Hinata's eyes remain closed as he murmurs, “Enjoying the view?”

Kageyama mumbles, “Good morning… and yes.” He pulls Hinata closer, relishing the skin-to-skin contact that reminds him of all the kisses and more they’d shared just a few hours ago. He buries his face in Hinata's soft hair, breathing in and noticing the salty ocean smell is gone, replaced by the scent of his own shampoo. “Sleep more.”

Hinata’s voice is sleepy but teasing, “Yeah, you too. Any plans for today?”

Kageyama presses a soft kiss on Hinata’s lips. “Just spending time with you. We’ve got the whole day.”

Hinata hums and tightens his grip around Kageyama's torso. “Mmh, good… too tired to even move.”

“Shou, I didn’t mean it like that. Let’s start today slow,” Kageyama murmurs.

“Yup,” Hinata whispers, “Wake me in a couple more hours. You can enjoy the view in the meantime.” He opens one eye, a mischievous glint peeking through.

Kageyama chuckles, “Gladly.” He has only just touched the tip of the iceberg; the rest of him, body and spirit, still waits to be adored. He’ll gladly take his time.

~

Japan had welcomed Hinata back with open arms—or more like a cold embrace. After two years in Brazil, being kissed by the sun on the beaches, Japan’s spring felt like a jolt to his system. Each time the crisp air hit his lungs, his skin craved the tropical evenings in Rio.

The worst part was his sleep cycle, still caught in a different time zone. By the time he finally felt tired enough to sleep, the rest of Japan was already waking up. More than once, he found himself wide awake at 2 a.m., doing volleyball drills on his bed—vertical sets, his hands moving as if he were setting up for a game under a Brazilian sun.

After spending a few days in Tokyo with Kageyama, he went back home to Miyagi. He needed the comfort of his family before heading to Osaka for the MSBY tryouts. He had missed his mom’s bright, open laughter that rang through the house, her tamago kake gohan, and even her scoldings. His dad’s calm, stoic presence was grounding, and Natsu, now in middle school, had started playing volleyball herself—better than he did at her age.

Hinata felt a surge of pride every time he taught her a move and saw her eyes light up. "Gwahh, it went all ba-bamp—" she'd exclaim, mimicking his sound effects. Being home recharged him—like he was soaking up the energy he'd left behind.

The morning of the tryouts, Hinata’s nerves buzzed like live wires. He felt confident in himself, in the sacrifices he had made, and in the preparation he had undertaken. He’d slept better than he had in days, but the morning chill seemed to creep into his bones, making him second-guess everything. Would his time in Brazil be enough to impress them? Was his indoor game still sharp after so many months on the sand? He shook his head, banishing the doubts. Today was his day.

His phone rang just as he was tying his sneakers. The familiar contact photo of Kageyama—a scowling Kageyama he’d caught off guard the other day—popped up on the screen. He quickly answered, trying to mask the nervous excitement in his voice.

“Morning, Shouyou” Kageyama’s voice was steady but there was an underlying softness to it. “Big day today, huh?”

Hinata grinned, even though he knew Kageyama couldn’t see it. “Yeah, it is.”

“So, good luck. Not that you need it.” Kageyama paused, and Hinata could almost see him scratching his head, “Just… be you. You are invincible.”

Warmth spread through Hinata's chest. Kageyama had always been terrible at expressing himself, but moments like this showed just how much he cared. They exchanged a few more words before hanging up, and Hinata felt steadier, more focused. He pocketed his phone, took a deep breath, and walked out, ready to prove himself.

Hinata arrived at the MSBY practice facility an hour before the tryouts were scheduled, just as he always did—early and buzzing with excitement. He wanted to get a feel for the gym, the court, and the atmosphere. It had been years since he played in an official indoor match in Japan, and his nerves felt sharper than ever. But he reminded himself of his goal: to play at the highest level, against the best.

The gym was already bustling with players warming up, coaches reviewing notes, and a few spectators gathered to watch the tryouts. Hinata entered with his usual energy, scanning the room for familiar faces. He spotted Bokuto immediately—his distinctive hair impossible to miss—as well as Atsumu, who was chatting animatedly with some of the other players. Sakusa was stretching quietly in a corner, his face impassive as always.

When Bokuto saw Hinata, his face lit up. He nudged Atsumu, who turned around with a wide grin.

“Hinata!” Bokuto’s voice boomed across the gym. “There’s our new teammate!”

Atsumu snorted, elbowing Bokuto. “Don’t jinx it, Bokkun. He hasn’t made it yet.”

Bokuto waved a dismissive hand. “Pfft, like he won’t. He’s the Ninja Shouyou! I’ve seen his moves in Brazil—he’s gonna crush this.”

Sakusa muttered, “Just hope he knows how to play real volleyball again. It’s different from running around on the beach.”

Hinata took their comments in stride, smiling at the familiar banter. Even the teasing felt like a challenge he was ready to tackle.

The tryout drills started with warm-ups and basic passing, setting, and spiking drills. Hinata moved through them with practised ease, his body remembering the indoor court like an old friend.

He could feel the eyes on him—coaches, potential teammates, other players trying out. He blocked them out and focused on the ball, on his footwork, on the rhythm he’d developed over years of playing.

He noticed Atsumu watching him closely, a calculating look in his eyes, while Bokuto was openly cheering for him on every spike and jump. Good thing they aren’t the ones choosing the new members, Hinata thought with a smile. There’d be clear favouritism.

When they switched to full-court scrimmages, he finally had a chance to shine. Paired with a group of unfamiliar faces, Hinata quickly adapted to their playing styles, calling out to them with his usual bright energy. The coach’s eyes were on him now, watching as he darted across the court with an almost uncanny ability to read the game. His receives were sharp, his sets precise, and his spikes… impossible to ignore.

Halfway through the match, he managed a perfect set to a player he’d barely met. Years of playing beach volleyball, often switching partners, had honed his ability to connect quickly with new teammates. The ball soared up again, and just as the blockers jumped, Hinata darted behind them, leaping high into the air and smashing the ball down with a fierce back-row attack. It landed just inside the backline, leaving the opposing team staring in disbelief.

The gym went quiet for a moment, then erupted into applause. He could hear a few coaches murmuring to each other, scribbling notes on their clipboards. Hinata allowed himself a small smile, feeling the rush of adrenaline in his veins. He knew he had to keep pushing—he wasn’t done yet.

Once the tryouts were finished, Hinata found himself mingling with the other members. Bokuto was still beaming at him, Atsumu was teasing some of the other tryouts, and Sakusa was quietly observing everything. That’s when the coach Foster approached him.

“Hinata Shouyou, I wanted to share the news in person.” The coach’s face was serious, but his eyes twinkled. “You were magnificent today. It would be a pleasure to have you on our team. You’ll get the official email soon.”

For a moment, Hinata didn't hear anything else. The words swirled around him, but only one phrase stuck: You were magnificent today.

A rush of emotion threatened to overwhelm him, but he fought it back, nodding vigorously. His mind was already racing ahead—training, matches, the chance to play alongside some of the best.

His heart pounded as his thoughts aligned: I’m one step closer.

Adulting Sucks 🍄☀️🏐🌈🫧

Hinata☀️:
I made it!!!
Msby!!

Yachi🍄:
Omg!!! I knew you would
Congrats!!!!

Yamaguchi🌈:
Never doubted you Shouyou!

Tsukhishima🫧:
Congrats
Now we get to watch you and King making heart eyes across the net
Lucky us 🙄

Hinata☀️:
Oh Tsukki
I won’t leave you out!
I’ll make sure you feel all the love!

Kageyama🏐:
Congrats shou
Call me later

~

MSBY Black Jackals Team  @msby_BlackJackals
The MSBY team is thrilled to welcome our newest addition—Hinata Shouyou, Opposite Hitter wearing number 21.
He's just returned to Japan after 2 years of training in Brazil…[See more].
(attached picture of Hinata Shouyou clad in his black uniform)

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Volleyball is my Passion @passtheball
There are so many matches of him on YouTube from his beach days, totally worth checking it out 🏐!

Tired Guy @its_izumi
This is THE Ninja Shouyou!!! This season is going to be wild! 😆

Kageyama’s N1 Fan @KTobiostolemyheart
I've been following him ever since Kageyama from the Adlers mentioned him in that interview! 🥺☀️

Spiking Enthusiast @ setmeupnow
Can't wait to see Hinata and Bokuto on the same court. Chaos incoming!! 🔥

HinataFan4Life @hinatasparkles
OMG! Look at that smile in the uniform! I am not ready for this level of cuteness 😍🧡
#WelcomeBackHinata

Team Shoyo @sunshineinhumanform
Kageyama mentioned him once and now look where we are! Manifesting a Kageyama x Hinata match-up!!
#SpicyRivals

Hinata giggles as he scrolls through the replies, a mix of excitement washing over him. He is currently sunk into the soft sofa in the living room of the MSBY dorms. He hums happily, slightly tilting his head back, and a tangerine slice drops into his open mouth.

Most of the team has left for the weekend, a brief rest break before the official start of the season. The dorm is quieter than usual, save for the low hum of conversation and occasional laughter.

Atsumu wanders into the room to grab something from the kitchen, catching sight of Hinata and Kageyama. “Oi, Shouyou, you need to stop fraternizin’ with the enemy,” he teases, a smirk pulling at his lips.

Kageyama, who’s been peacefully glued to Hinata’s side, peeling tangerines and occasionally feeding him pieces, shoots Atsumu a sharp glare. This is their first time meeting up in months, and Kageyama had left Tokyo as soon as practice was over just to spend this break with him. Who would have thought that being in the same country could still make it so hard to meet up? But with the new season around the corner, and Hinata being busy with official documents, training sessions, and media briefings, time together was a luxury.

Hinata laughs, not bothering to retort. Instead, he simply opens his mouth again, and Kageyama dutifully pops another piece of tangerine in, their small, unspoken gestures of affection speaking louder than words.

Atsumu groans, mock-gagging as he rolls his eyes at the sight of the two. “Seriously, you two are nauseatin’.”

Hinata just waves his hand dismissively, a broad grin plastered on his face. “Atsumu, you’re just jealous!”

Kageyama, not one to be left out, speaks up, his voice steady but laced with challenge. “Next time, we’re meeting on the court.”

Hinata’s eyes light up with competitive fire. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Atsumu laughs, shaking his head. “Y’all are hopeless.”

Hinata just laughs louder, leaning closer to Kageyama as they continue their light banter, the warmth between them radiating through the room. He feels at home, surrounded by his friends and teammates, ready for whatever comes next.

~

The crowd goes dead silent, tension hanging in the air like a charged current. Then, all of a sudden, the stadium erupts into a roar of cheers—the energy is electric. It’s the opening and most anticipated match of the season: MSBY Black Jackals vs. Schweiden Adlers. For many, this game is a reunion of the high school volleyball community, a convergence of players who have faced off countless times before. In the stands, members of the Karasuno Volleyball team sit together, their eyes glued to the court. Yachi, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima are among them, hearts pounding with anticipation.

The commentator’s voice cuts through the noise, filled with excitement. “The first point goes to MSBY! Can you believe this is Hinata Shouyou’s debut match? The transition from receive to attack—what a spectacular jump!”

The second commentator nods, clearly caught up in the fervour. “Absolutely! Two years on the sand have only powered his jumps. Look at that height and balance!”

On the court, the match is a whirlwind of action. The ball ricochets back and forth across the net, each rally more intense than the last. Kageyama’s serves and sets are as lethal and precise as a sniper’s shot. He looks over everyone’s position as he smashes another perfect serve across the court. Atsumu’s sets are a masterclass in pinpoint accuracy, threading the needle between blockers. Sakusa unleashes his signature serves, putting nasty spins on the ball that make it veer unpredictably. Meanwhile, Hoshiumi’s aerial attacks are unmatched in their agility, and Bokuto’s unbreakable spirit and raw power are driving the crowd wild. Ushijima’s cannon-like spikes hit the floor with the force of a sledgehammer.

But what’s truly stunning the entire stadium is the player Hinata Shouyou has become. He’s no longer just the hyperactive, unpredictable player they remember. He’s evolved into a complete player, a dynamic force on the court. An emergency set from him glides as if it were second nature, a perfect arc leading to a decisive spike. His decoy skills are sharper than ever, confounding the Adlers’ blockers and making him stand out among even the most seasoned players.

The commentators are going wild, their voices climbing over each other. “Hinata is on fire! His versatility on the court is incredible—defence, setting, spiking, you name it!”

“He’s like a phantom on the court, disappearing and reappearing exactly where he needs to be. His reads on the game are impeccable!”

Kageyama’s eyes are locked onto Hinata across the net. He’s playing the most intense game he’s had in a long time, his concentration unyielding. His mind is racing, cursing the sand, thinking, I’ve seen Hinata play, but this… this is different. This indoor monster is a surprise—a welcome one. His grandfather's words echo in his mind: Somebody who is even better will come and find you. Kageyama isn’t sure if his grandfather meant a teammate or an opponent, but he’s found his “someone better” in every sense of the word and more.

Hinata catches Kageyama’s gaze across the net and grins, a spark of challenge in his eyes. “I am here!”

Kageyama smirks back, his competitive spirit igniting. “Took you long enough.”

Kageyama steps up to serve, his expression fierce. He tosses the ball high and smashes it with all his strength. An untouched service ace. The crowd roars again.

The commentator exclaims, “Kageyama is really in his form today! Playing against his high school teammate, Hinata Shouyou, must be pushing him to his limits!”

The other commentator laughs heartily, “Indeed! Seems like both of them are keeping each other on their toes!”

The game continues at a fever pitch, but it doesn’t go to a fifth set. The MSBY Black Jackals win the match with a score of 3-1. The adrenaline is still coursing through Hinata’s veins, his heart racing with exhilaration. The promise they made—of Hinata defeating Kageyama—has finally been fulfilled. Seven years have passed since that fateful day, but the joy of victory feels just as sweet.

As the final whistle blows, the gym erupts into applause. Hinata’s teammates swarm around him, cheering and slapping him on the back.

Kageyama approaches the net and extends his hand. Hinata, still beaming with a mix of triumph and joy, reaches out to accept it.

Hinata grins, “Now, I’m on 1,096 wins… and 1,100 losses.”

Kageyama laughs, a genuine, heartfelt sound. He grips Hinata’s hand tightly, their fingers lingering a second too long. “Don’t get too comfortable, Shouyou. I’ll beat you next time.”

Hinata laughs, eyes shining with determination. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Later, Nicolas Romero, a seasoned player and an international star, approaches with his young son in tow. With a broad smile, he calls out, “Ninja Shouyou, I promise I won’t lose to you next time!”

Hinata, ever the sunshine, responds smoothly in perfect Portuguese, his words flowing effortlessly, much to the delight of the crowd.

Kageyama, stretching just a few feet away, catches the sound of Hinata’s voice in that foreign yet familiar accent. His heart does a little flip; he would never admit it, but hearing Hinata speak like that… it’s almost mesmerizing.

Atsumu, sensing the moment, nudges Kageyama with a teasing grin. “Oi, Kageyama, you swooning over our little Ninja?”

Kageyama glares, a light blush on his cheeks. “Shut up, Atsumu.”

Hinata overhears and laughs, his bright laughter ringing through the gym. The tension from the match breaks, replaced by camaraderie and anticipation for what lies ahead. The season has only just begun, and already, the court is alive with possibilities.

Before they can leave, reporters rush in, cameras zooming in on them. Hinata and Kageyama are momentarily caught off guard, but they quickly recover, their expressions reflecting the intensity of the match they just played.

The interviewer, full of enthusiasm, starts, “Congratulations on an incredible match today! Hinata Shouyou, this was your debut game after being away for two years abroad. How did it feel to be back on the court, especially going up against your former high school teammate, Kageyama Tobio?”

Hinata takes a moment, his usual grin softening into something more thoughtful. “It felt…amazing. It’s like coming full circle. I made a promise back to him in middle school to defeat him and here we are today.”

Kageyama listens, his gaze fixed on Hinata. The interviewer notices and turns to him, “Kageyama, we’ve seen you mention ‘Ninja Shouyou’ before—what was it like playing against him today?” 

Kageyama’s expression is intense but softened by something like pride. “It was… unexpected. I always knew Hinata had potential, but today he was different—a real force out there. It’s motivating. It pushes me to be better.”

The interviewer, sensing the deeper connection between them, smiles. “You two have such a unique dynamic—a blend of rivalry and camaraderie. It’s clear that playing against each other brings out the best in both of you.”

Hinata, his smile returning to its usual brightness, adds, “First and foremost, he’s my rival. But he’s also my partner. That’s what makes these matches so intense and so fun.”

Kageyama nods, his expression firm. “And that’s why I’m looking forward to the next time. Because I know it’ll be even better.”

The interviewer, clearly moved by their words, wraps up, “Well, it’s been a pleasure watching you both today. We’re all looking forward to what comes next.”

As the camera flashes go off, capturing the moment, there’s a sense of something more than just competition—there’s growth, respect, and a shared history that makes their rivalry all the more compelling.

Later that night, Hinata and Kageyama make their way to a nearby diner, their fingers intertwined, breathing in the crisp cool air. They are meeting the whole Karasuno team there—a full-fledged reunion.

The city is alive with lights, but above, the sky is clear, a full moon hanging like a silver pendant among the blooming stars.

Hinata stops suddenly, tugging Kageyama back. Kageyama turns and looks at him, a question in his eyes.

Hinata gazes at the moon which seems to align perfectly with Kageyama’s face. “The night of our last Interhigh,” Hinata murmurs, “the night I told you about Brazil… it was a full moon too.”

Kageyama’s grip on Hinata’s hand tightens slightly, waiting for him to continue. “What I mean to say is, I’m really glad to be here… to stand on the same court with you again.”

Kageyama gives a slight nod and pulls Hinata gently forward. “You’re not just standing with me, you’re walking ahead with me. We’ll share more courts—across the net, and on the same side.”

Hinata’s eyes widen with understanding. “I’m definitely going to. The chase never ends.”

Kageyama’s lips curl into a rare smile. “Yeah, but now we’re chasing each other, side by side.”

Hinata’s thoughts drift to the implication, So, I’m not chasing after you anymore?

He doesn't say it out loud but his thoughts are read. Kageyama’s eyes soften, and he replies, “No more chasing after… but together.”

Hinata laughs, bright and genuine, feeling a warmth spread in his chest. He tugs Kageyama forward, their pace quickening as they break into a light jog, then a run, laughing and striding towards their destination.

When they arrive at the diner, they are both out of breath, but their eyes are sparkling. The sounds of laughter and familiar voices greet them even before they step inside. As they push open the door, they’re met with a boisterous scene: Sugawara teasing Asahi, Kiyoko and Daichi engaged in a lighthearted conversation, Tanaka pestering Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi chatting with Yachi, Coach Ukai, and Takeda.

Sugawara looks up and shouts with a wide grin, “Congrats to you both!”

Hinata and Kageyama exchange a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They know they’re in for a long, lively night with their old friends. The atmosphere is warm, filled with laughter and nostalgia. As they join in, they feel the weight of their journey, but also the joy of returning to where it all started.

Meanwhile, the world of twitter is definitely busy with all the content they have gotten from a single match.

Koko here @kokomi
The match was so intense! I nearly flipped my table with all the anticipation 😆💥
#MSBY #Adlers

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VolleyballFever @VBallJunkie
Did anyone else see that moment when they were just staring across the net at each other? Literal sparks flying! ⚡️✨

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KagsHinaStan @settingthesun
Am I the only one dying to know what they talk about after matches like this? Just imagine the conversations…

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VLeague is Back  @crazy_life_crazy_dude
The Kageyama x Hinata rivalry goes all the way to middle school! Suddenly it’s a sports edition enemies-to-lovers trope!?! This got a thousand times better! 😍

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Team Shoyo @sunshineinhumanform
Truly, were they ever enemies? Kageyama even slipped out about Ninja Shouyou on National Television😂

Rolling in sands @sandy_hart
This reminds me of Kageyama playing beach volleyball in Rio…

Tired Guy @its_izumi
Their rivalry is a match made in heaven. True sportsmanship, full of care and respect 🙌

~

Hinata sits on the sand, his knees pulled up to his chest, toes digging into the warm grains as if trying to ground himself. The sun hovers just above the ocean’s horizon, painting the sky with strokes of watercolour reds, oranges, and yellows. It’s a familiar sight, a sunset he’s seen countless times in Brazil, yet it feels different today. He feels a tug in his chest—a soft ache—because this time, it’s not just the sun sinking below the ocean, but time slipping away.

He looks up just in time to see Kageyama walking towards him, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading light, carrying two bottles of sports drinks and onigiris. Kageyama’s steps are steady, and purposeful, each one leaving a deeper imprint in the sand than the last. He sits down beside Hinata, so close that their shoulders brush, and hands him his favourite—tuna mayo. Kageyama’s choice is salted salmon, of course. Some things never change, like how well Kageyama knows him.

“Thanks for joining me today, to play beach volleyball with Kindaichi and Kunimi,” Kageyama says, his voice low but clear, as he takes a bite of his onigiri.

Hinata nods, a soft smile touching his lips. “It was fun,” he replies. “I’m glad you’re back with them, clearing the air after all these years.”

Kageyama looks thoughtful, gazing out at the ocean, where gentle waves lap at the shore. “Yeah,” he says after a pause. “I think… I needed this. To make peace with the past.”

Hinata studies Kageyama’s face, calm and at ease. His bangs are gently tousled by the wind, and his blue eyes are locked onto the setting sun, reflecting a blend of fiery oranges and cool blues. Hinata has always loved that colour—the blue of Kageyama’s eyes. It’s a colour that’s embedded itself in his memory, one he’s looked for in every sky he played under during his time in Brazil, and in the depths of the ocean along the sandy beach courts. He’s been chasing that colour, trying to find its exact shade in everything, but here it is, right next to him, alive and real.

The blue in Kageyama's eyes is now tinged with the orange glow of the setting sun, the colours blending tenderly like the sun dropping into the ocean. Hinata feels his breath hitch when Kageyama turns to face him, and in that blue—clear and deep—he sees the reflection of orange once more. But this time, he realizes, it’s not just the sky or the sun—it’s him.

For a moment, the world narrows to just that reflection. Hinata lifts his hand, almost without thinking, his fingers brushing softly through Kageyama’s hair, smoothing it down. His touch drifts to Kageyama's cheek, lingering there as if drawn to the warmth of his skin. He pulls away, feeling the quiet intensity of the moment—a moment where, for just an instant, he is the sun lighting up Kageyama's gaze.

Kageyama clears his throat, cheeks tinged with a faint pink that’s barely noticeable in the fading light. Hinata chuckles softly, and they share a look—one of those silent conversations that don’t need words, where a thousand thoughts pass between them in a heartbeat.

After a moment, Kageyama breaks the silence. “I have something to tell you,” he starts, voice steady but a little softer than usual. Hinata waits, sensing the weight of his words. “You know the negotiation with the Italian team, Ali Roma? It’s finally gone through. They’ve sent the contract, and… I’m going to sign it soon.”

The sparkle in Hinata’s eyes doubles. “Oh my god, Tobio!” he exclaims, his voice filled with pure excitement. He knew about the offer, of course. Kageyama had told him the moment it came in, asking for his thoughts, weighing the pros and cons together. But hearing it now, knowing it’s real, fills him with a strange mix of pride and a tiny pinch of bittersweetness.

He reaches out, taking Kageyama’s hand in his own, squeezing it tight. “What’s making you hesitate?”

Kageyama looks down at their joined hands, then back up at Hinata, his expression earnest. “Nothing, really… It’s just that… I’m not ready to leave so soon. You have just come back, and now… leaving again feels…”

Hinata’s smile is warm, his eyes twinkling with reassurance. “Tobio, we’re always connected. As long as we’re playing volleyball, it doesn’t matter where we are. And hey,” he adds with a playful wink, “we’ve gotten pretty good at this long-distance thing by now.”

Kageyama’s lips curl into a small smile, and he nods, accepting the truth in Hinata’s words. “Yeah… yeah, you’re right.”

“To commemorate this, let’s take a picture,” Hinata says suddenly, breaking the tension with his usual brightness.

They stand up, brushing the sand off their clothes, and Hinata holds up his phone. He snaps a picture of them, with the ocean and the setting sun casting a warm glow around them. The moment feels like it’s encased in a bubble, just the two of them, frozen in time against a backdrop of endless possibilities.

As they settle back into the sand, Hinata leans his head on Kageyama’s shoulder. The sky is darkening now, the first stars appearing overhead, and he feels the steady rhythm of Kageyama’s breathing beside him.

“We’ll always have the court,” Kageyama murmurs softly, almost to himself.

Hinata nods, a quiet smile playing on his lips. “Yeah,” he whispers back. “Always.”

Later, Hinata uploads the picture to his timeline, alongside shots of Kageyama, Kunimi, and Kindaichi, laughing and playing on the beach. But the last picture is the selfie of him and Kageyama, their heads close together, the sun dipping behind them, casting their faces in golden light. It captures a moment that feels like a promise—of a future filled with more games, more challenges, and more moments like this, no matter how far apart they might be.

~

The quiet morning streets of Miyagi echoed with the sound of two grown men sprinting like kids on a playground—Hinata and Kageyama, racing each other with all the intensity of a match point. Their laughter sliced through the misty air, their shouts ricocheting off the sleepy shop fronts.

“Bakayama! Remember how you lost the ‘Who can finish the meat bun the quickest’ challenge? Right there, at the Sakanoshita store!” Hinata called out, pointing up the street, his voice high-pitched with excitement.

Kageyama scoffed, panting as he tried to keep pace. “Yeah, and you choked so hard you looked like a dying fish flopping on the sidewalk with your cheeks puffed up!”

Hinata’s cheeks flushed. “Then you kept yelling ‘Dumbass Hinata’ like some broken record! Or, wait—like a parrot!

Kageyama snorted. “Shut up!” His voice cracked in a rare display of emotion, half-annoyed, half-amused.

The two athletes, professionals on any other day, looked nothing of the sort as they bickered their way through the familiar streets. They were literally—and figuratively—taking a walk down memory lane, slipping effortlessly back into their high school selves.

Reaching the end of the street, Kageyama finally slowed to a stop, his breath visible in the crisp morning air. He turned to Hinata, still catching his breath, with a rare grin on his face. “I’ll go pick up Miwa from the station. We’ll head over to your place after.”

Hinata nodded, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, his eyes bright with anticipation. “Sounds good. See you there!” His expression softened as he added, “And don’t forget to grab the flowers for my mom, she’s been waiting to meet your family.”

Kageyama nodded, and with a quick wave, he turned to jog back down the street, his footsteps echoing in the distance. As Hinata watched him go, his smile lingered.

Today was a special day. The Hinata family was hosting a dinner party with the Kageyamas—a long-awaited meeting, made all the more significant by the ticking clock of Kageyama’s impending departure to Italy. It was a gathering filled with the promise of a future together, even with oceans between them.

Miwa had texted earlier in her usual blunt style, “I’m coming over early to help with the cooking and to catch up with Natsu. Haven’t seen that sweet little devil in a while!” Kageyama’s parents would join them later, bringing their own homemade dishes.

By afternoon, the Hinata household was alive with the sounds of laughter and clattering dishes. The living room was filled with the aroma of simmering miso soup and freshly steamed rice. Miwa, apron on, was already in the kitchen with Hinata’s mom, exchanging recipes and sharing laughs. Hinata’s dad was dusting around the living room and getting his impressive collection of sake out.

Miwa glanced over her shoulder at his brother, who was helping Natsu set the table, a mock-serious expression on her face. “Hey, Tobio, you’re not just going to stand there looking pretty, are you? Get those plates moving!”

Kageyama gave her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am!”

Natsu piped up, “After this, let’s sneak into the backyard. You need to teach me how to do your freaky precise serve.”

Hinata, who was busy slicing sashimi with laser focus, glanced up, clearly miffed. “Hey, why not ask me to teach you? I’m pretty good too, you know!”

Natsu blew a raspberry at him. “Shouyou-nii, your instructions are all ‘Jump, kaboom, and swing your hand like fwoosh!’ Like, what does that even mean?”

Kageyama chuckled and leaned in, whispering conspiratorially to Natsu, “Five minutes. We’ll sneak out.”

Natsu beamed and gave a silent thumbs-up.

Kageyama watched Hinata who had now moved on to shaping brigadeiros with quick, practised hands. He is still amazed at how deftly he handled both Japanese and Brazilian cuisine. When did he become so good at cooking? Every time Hinata cooked for him, Kageyama found himself quietly stunned—and a little more in love.

Once all the preparations were done, the four of them gathered in the kitchen for a quick dessert break. Miwa winked at Natsu, who immediately perked up with a mischievous smile. “Hey, Tobio-nii,” Natsu started, her voice carefully innocent, “How did you and Shouyou-nii even start dating?”

Miwa chimed in with a laugh, “Yeah, Tobio is so clueless. I can't imagine him making the first move!”

Kageyama's ears turned a shade of pink. “Hey! I said ‘I love you’ first.”

Hinata, never one to be outdone, scoffed. “Yeah, after I practically suggested we start dating! I should get a point for that.”

Kageyama huffed, “Well, I kissed you first. That’s worth two points!”

Hinata smirked, “Mutual leaning in doesn’t count as you making the first move!”

Natsu cut them off with a groan. “Ugh, you guys are so gross. Save it for when we’re not here.”

Hinata and Kageyama both turned red, but their expressions were filled with laughter. Miwa leaned back, clutching her stomach, tears forming in her eyes. “Oh, this is too good. I need more popcorn!”

The sun had set, and just as the chaos of a family Monopoly game erupted in the living room, Kageyama’s parents arrived. Hinata’s mom rushed to the door, cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and mild panic, and greeted them warmly.

“Welcome! Please come in!” she beamed, quickly trying to restore some order to the room.

Kageyama’s dad, taking in the lively scene, chuckled and said, “Looks like we walked in on a battle!”

The room was a delightful mess, full of overlapping voices and laughter, the two families coming together like old friends, even if this was their first official meeting. Hinata, with a quick bow, presented Kageyama's mom with a bouquet of fresh flowers. “These are for you. I heard they’re your favourite.”

Kageyama’s mom accepted them with a smile. “Thank you, Shouyou. That’s so thoughtful of you!”

Hinata's mom added, “And your Tobio brought me my favourite flowers, too. Such a sweet boy!”

Kageyama’s dad chuckled, “Trying to score points, are we?”

Kageyama blushed slightly, while Miwa burst into laughter. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Tobio used to be a real handful. Still is, sometimes!” She nudged Kageyama playfully, who shot her a half-hearted glare.

Hinata grinned, chiming in, “Yeah, he’s like a cat. Acts all aloof, but then gets all clingy when he wants attention.”

Kageyama scowled, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Shut up, Shouyou.”

Miwa leaned into her role as the chief instigator. “Oh, Tobio was so quiet when he was little, we thought he might be plotting world domination!”

Natsu, jumping in with a grin, added, “Or planning how to make his serve so terrifying!”

The whole room burst into laughter, even Kageyama couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head at his family’s teasing.

The dining table was set with care, a beautiful mix of traditional and contemporary dishes spread across its surface. As everyone took their seats, Kageyama’s mom smiled warmly at the Hinatas. “It’s such a lovely place… I see where Shouyou gets his energy. So much warmth here!”

Glasses clinked, voices lifted in cheers, and the laughter continued long into the night. Stories were shared, and memories were made, sealing the bond between the two families. The room was filled with joy, teasing, and a sense of togetherness that promised many more nights like this.

Hinata and Kageyama exchanged a quiet smile across the table, feeling a warmth that went beyond the food and drink—it was the feeling of home.

~

It’s been two days since the family dinner. Kageyama sits at the gate, waiting for his flight to start boarding. Through the large windows, he watches the plane that will soon carry him away, feeling the steady hum of the airport around him—a mix of chatter, laughter, and the rustling of luggage. Yet, all he can feel is the warmth that still lingers from that night.

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through the gallery, swiping through the countless photos they’d all taken and shared. His fingers hover over the screen as he selects a few. He decides to make a post, to hold onto this moment of happiness before stepping into the unknown.

One by one, the images appear on his timeline: the Kageyama and Hinata siblings in a heated Uno match, Hinata grinning wildly with a hand stacked full of 20+ cards; both sets of parents, their faces glowing with laughter; a chaotic family selfie, slightly blurry but filled with joy; and finally, a quiet, tender picture of himself and Hinata, caught mid-laughter, leaning close, as if in their own little world.

Meanwhile, the world of twitter was working overtime again:

Tobio Stole My Heart @summershines
I swear they are teasing us at this point 😩
The Hinata x Kageyama ship is sailing
#Shobio #Endgame #VolleyballOTP

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Save Me @narutofan
First, they’re playing volleyball on the beach, now they’re having a family dinner?
JUST SAY YOU'RE DATING ALREADY! 😂

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Spiker Fanatic @serve_ace
Imagine not seeing the way Kageyama looks at Hinata like he’s his world. Come on, people, it’s obvious! 💕

Rolling in Sands @sandy_hart
It’s the soft smiles for me. Those two are head over heels, I’m telling you! 😍

Volley Addict @ace_obsessed
Them posting these pics is basically their way of saying, “We’re totally taken.” And I’m here for it!
#PowerCouple

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Sukiyaki Dream @noodlesauce
Imagine all this drama and they’re actually just best friends... Nah, I don’t buy it. They're giving us every clue! 😂

Best Serve Ever @serve_master
Guys, chill! Just because they hang out a lot doesn’t mean they’re dating. Some people are just that close.
#BestFriends

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Spiker's Perspective @volleyrealist
I mean, come on. They’ve been teammates for years. It’s possible to be that close without being in a relationship.
#FriendshipGoals

Endless Sunshine @sunshinerays
But the way they look at each other, though… I’m sticking with my ship! 😂

Chapter Text

Kageyama pushes open the door to his new apartment and takes in the view. The space is modest, with white walls and wooden floors, sparsely furnished with the basics. Late afternoon light filters through large windows, casting soft shadows and illuminating dust motes in the air. The apartment is located just outside the city centre, close enough to hear the distant hum of traffic but far enough to feel the quiet, almost unsettling stillness. He notices the stacked boxes in the living room, freshly arrived from Japan, their presence bringing a small comfort in this unfamiliar space.

He walks in slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty room. Dropping his luggage by the dining table, he takes a deep breath, letting his eyes wander around. The apartment feels… empty, cold, and quiet. It’s strange, he thinks, to associate with those three adjectives when, for so long, he’s felt alive, full of energy, and surrounded by familiarity.

Determined not to dwell on it, he unpacks his essentials and heads for the bathroom. The hot water in the shower is a relief, washing away the fatigue from the flight. He closes his eyes, letting the warmth seep into his muscles, grounding him in the moment.

When he steps out, steam billows around him, and he hears a faint buzzing from the living room. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he follows the sound, his wet feet leaving a trail of damp prints on the floor. His phone vibrates atop one of the boxes, lighting up with a flurry of messages from Hinata.

A smile tugs at his lips as he picks up the phone and taps the call button. It barely rings once before Hinata’s voice bursts through, bright and energetic. “Bakayama! Did you reach? You should’ve texted me the second you landed! How’s the new place? Do you like it?”

Kageyama chuckles, settling onto the slightly dusty sofa. “One question at a time, dumbass. Yes, I’m here. Sorry, the network was patchy, and I got caught up with meeting someone from Ali Roma who picked me up from the airport and dropped me here. The place is… alright.”

Hinata’s laughter fills the room, warming the cold corners. “Don’t try to unpack everything tonight, okay? Just eat something and get some sleep.”

“I know, but I should settle in fast. Training starts in two days.”

Hinata hums knowingly. “Yeah, I figured. But trust me, jet lag’s gonna hit you like a truck soon. Oh, also—can you find a box with my name as the sender?”

Kageyama’s eyebrows rise slightly. “You sent me something?”

“Just a little surprise,” Hinata replies, his voice softening. “Open it when you’re ready. I’m going to sleep now, so good night! Love you!”

Kageyama glances at the clock, doing a quick calculation of the seven-hour time difference. It’s late in Japan and he realizes Hinata must have stayed up just to hear from him. His chest tightens a bit at the thought, a rush of warmth spreading through him. “Thanks for waiting, Shou. Love you, too. Sleep well.”

Hinata made an exaggerated kissing sound, and the line went dead.

Feeling a little lighter, Kageyama goes over to the boxes, scanning for the one with Hinata's name on it. It doesn’t take long; Hinata’s familiar messy handwriting is scrawled across the top in big letters. He opens the box carefully, pulling back the flaps to reveal the contents.

Inside, he finds a couple of framed photo of the two of them and their families. The top one from their beach volleyball match together in Japan— their heads close together with their faces glowing from the sunset. There’s also a volleyball, signed with a cheeky message from Hinata: Practice your serves while thinking of me! - Shouyou.

Digging further, he pulls out a few of his favourite snacks and treats he loves but can’t find easily in Italy. Beneath those are soft worn-out hoodies he knows well; it’s Hinata’s and there’s a familiar scent that clings to them. And finally, a small, carefully folded blanket, one they’d shared countless times, soft and comforting, with a note tucked into its folds: For when you miss home. Or me. Same thing, right? - Shouyou.

Kageyama feels a lump form in his throat as he takes everything in. It’s all so Hinata—thoughtful, silly, and full of love. He clutches one of the hoodies to his chest, feeling its softness against his skin, and a warmth spreads through him, pushing back the cold, quiet emptiness of the apartment.

He places the frames on the table by the sofa, sets the blanket over the back of a chair, and carefully arranges the snacks on the kitchen counter. The apartment still feels new and strange, but now, there are small pieces of home scattered around.

He picks up the volleyball, smiling at the ridiculous message, and thinks about their next call—maybe he’ll show Hinata around the place, or cook something together over facetime. Whatever it is, he knows it will make this place feel more like home.

With a deep breath, he decides to grab some food, realizing that even miles apart, they are still finding new ways to be together.

~

Hinata taps his keycard at the MSBY dorm entrance. The lock beeps softly before clicking open, and he steps inside, feeling the cool morning air quickly replaced by the dorm's warmth. The faint hint of dew still clings to his clothes as he removes his running shoes, slotting them into their designated cabinet with a familiar thud. His fingers move on autopilot, almost instinctively, as he fishes out his phone to shoot Kageyama a quick "Good morning" text, his thumb swiping across the screen with the ease of long practice.

He heads towards the showers, mentally ticking off his to-do list for the day. A match looms later in the evening, and an important call sits at the back of his mind like a small, buzzing fly. The warm water cascades over his shoulders, soothing his muscles and washing away the sweat from his morning run. He sighs softly, feeling his nerves settle.

Once he’s steaming like freshly baked bread, he towels off and pulls on his comfiest sweats. As he pads toward the kitchen, he slips on his headphones, his new playlist—a mix of English, Portuguese, and Italian songs—playing softly. He’s started listening to songs in different languages to help reinforce his vocabulary without realizing it. Hinata chuckles as he thinks Yachi tearing up at this scene.

Hinata moves on autopilot as he prepares his usual breakfast: rice, eggs, and miso soup. He hums along to the music, unaware of how his off-key notes drift down the hallway. After setting his food on the table, he pulls up a match recording of their upcoming opponent on the TV, his eyes focused on the screen as he eats.

Halfway through the first set, Sakusa enters the kitchen, his hair still tousled from sleep. His eyes are barely open, but he manages to pour himself a cup of coffee, the strong aroma filling the room. He mumbles a sleepy “morning” before sliding into the seat next to Hinata, his movements slow and deliberate.

Hinata, already full of energy, grins and turns up the volume a bit, now that most of the dorm is waking up. “Good morning!” he chirps, his voice almost too cheerful for the early hour.

Sakusa grumbles, taking a slow sip of his coffee, “It honestly still shocks me how you're up at the crack of dawn every day.”

“Old habits die hard,” Hinata replies matter-of-factly, shovelling another spoonful of rice into his mouth.

The two have become unlikely friends since their first season together. They often find themselves in this routine on match days—watching recordings side by side. Sakusa, usually aloof, has grown comfortable with Hinata’s presence, while Hinata appreciates having someone who, like him, enjoys dissecting opponents’ strategies.

As the match plays on, Sakusa’s gaze lands on a copy of Monthly Volleyball magazine sitting on the coffee table. The new issue just came out yesterday, featuring the MSBY team on the cover. He flips through the pages until he stops on a particular one, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, did you see the article they published about you?”

Hinata’s eyes widen with surprise. “They wrote something about me?”

“Of course they did,” Sakusa replies with a rare chuckle. “You’ve been taking the scene by storm.” He points out a full-page spread featuring a photo of Hinata mid-air, captured at the height of his jump shot. The following pages highlight his stats and recent achievements.

Hinata blinks, genuinely taken aback. He knew he was doing well, but seeing his progress laid out like this fills him with a warm sense of pride. "Wow… I didn't expect this."

He quickly pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of the pages, sending them off to Kageyama with a gleeful grin.

Sakusa watches him with a sidelong glance, curiosity piqued. “Sending it to Kageyama?”

“Yup,” Hinata replies without hesitation, his smile growing. “He’ll be so amazed!”

Sakusa shakes his head with a slight smile. “Looking forward to playing on the same team with him again?”

Hinata pauses, considering the weight of Sakusa’s words. “If I get the call,” he says, trying to sound casual, but his excitement seeps through.

Sakusa scoffs. “You definitely will. They’d be fools not to pick you.”

As if on cue, the kitchen door swings open, and Bokuto bursts in, radiating his usual early-morning energy. "Good morning, sunshines!" he beams, plopping down next to them.

Atsumu follows closely behind, his eyes lighting up when he sees Sakusa laughing. "Oi, what’s got Kiyoomi chuckling this early?" he asks, sliding into the seat across from Hinata.

Hinata, still grinning, shrugs. “Oh, just the usual—nothing much.”

Atsumu, sensing something interesting, leans in closer. "Nah, don't play coy with us, Shouyou. What’s goin’ on?"

Hinata chuckles and gestures towards the magazine. “Just got a little feature. No big deal.”

Bokuto’s eyes widen as he grabs the magazine. "Shouyou, you're in the magazine again? That's so cool!" He throws an arm around Hinata, pulling him into a side hug.

The room fills with easy laughter, a mix of light-hearted teasing and genuine camaraderie. Hinata feels the buzz of excitement thrumming through his veins, but beneath it all, there's a sense of calm contentment. Here, in this moment, surrounded by friends, he feels truly at home.

~

Kageyama would like to argue he is doing great. On the volleyball court, he has found his place and claimed it with confidence. Outside the court? That was a question he wasn’t quite ready to answer. The first few weeks in Italy had been promising—he was finding his footing, getting to know the people around him, the rhythm of the city, and even the taste of the local food. But as time went on, the burden on his shoulders felt like it was soaking up water, growing heavier and making his body ache in unfamiliar ways.

He is on good terms with his teammates, but that’s all they are—teammates. He’d hesitate to call them friends. Yet. But he’s learned a page or two from Hinata—or, more accurately, read the whole book. With newfound determination, he’s decided to host a potluck this evening. Maybe if they get to know him outside the court, it’ll help build some rapport. At least, that’s the plan.

It’s a lovely Sunday morning, the kind that makes even the most unfamiliar place feel a little more like home. Kageyama has found his rhythm in the early hours of the city. He has discovered a running route that winds through narrow streets, along the river, and uphill to a big, green park with ponds. He loves this part of the day, when only a few joggers are outside, and the early sun paints the city in a mosaic of colours. Shouyou would love this route, he thinks, picturing a bright, bouncing tangerine running beside him, chattering about everything and nothing at all. The thought makes him smile.

But today, Kageyama has a mission. He’s got a list of ingredients from Hinata to make Feijoada, one of his favourite dishes that Hinata had cooked for him. After mentioning the dinner plan, Kageyama had casually asked Hinata if they could cook together today. The idea of tasting Hinata’s cooking again, even from afar, makes him feel giddy with anticipation. This will be his first time making it on his own, and he’s determined to get it right.

He pulls out his phone, squinting at the screen to see where the blue arrow on the map is taking him. Right now, it’s leading him through some dodgy back alleys that the app has proudly suggested as the fastest route to the farmer’s market. His teammates had insisted, “You’re not really living here until you’ve gone to the farmer’s market at least once!”

When he finally steps out of the narrow street, the scene before him feels like stepping into another world. The market is a burst of colour and energy, with vibrant stalls lining the cobblestone streets. The previously quiet morning now buzzes with life—vendors calling out in rapid Italian, families chatting as they browse, the air filled with the scent of fresh produce, herbs, and baked bread. It’s the true beauty of a Sunday morning—relaxed and joyful.

Kageyama weaves through the crowd, trying to blend in. He spots a butcher stall and makes his way over, pulling out his list and silently rehearses the Italian words for bacon and smoked sausages. He’s been learning the language for a few months now. Also thanks to Hinata’s insistence on adding Italian songs to their shared playlist. He listens to them while cooking, hoping the lyrics will sink in by osmosis. He knows the basics of the language, but the words still feel heavy on his tongue.

He waves timidly to catch the shopkeeper’s attention. “Buongiorno,” he says, his voice a bit uncertain. He points to the meat he wants, stumbling through a few more words of broken Italian to ask for it. The shopkeeper responds with a warm smile, carefully wrapping the meat before handing it to him. “Buona giornata,” the man says, wishing him a good day.

Kageyama feels a small swell of pride as he walks away with his purchase. It’s a small victory, but it feels significant. As he continues to browse through the vendors, he notices many people with their dogs, as if they’re here after a morning walk. He waves at a few dogs, and some even come over to him, tails wagging. Kageyama crouches down to pet one, grinning when the owner starts chatting with him. He nods along, understanding bits and pieces, but mostly just enjoying the interaction. When the conversation gets too complex, he tries to respond with the few Italian phrases he knows, earning a friendly laugh and a pat on the shoulder from the owner.

With his shopping bags filled and his confidence slightly bolstered, Kageyama heads home, ready to tackle the recipe and his dinner plans. He’s still a little nervous about how it’ll all turn out, but the thought of cooking together with Hinata melts away all his worries.

The familiar caller tune sings out exactly at noon. Kageyama clears space on his kitchen island, props up his iPad, and swipes to accept the call. He expects to see Hinata’s bright, cheery face, but instead, he’s greeted by a wild mess of fluffy orange hair sticking out in all directions.

“Shou, you okay? I can’t see your face,” Kageyama says, his voice tinged with concern.

Hinata looks up and moves around his house before finally settling in his kitchen. He adjusts his phone to show the full kitchen space, then pats down his hoodie— Kageyama’s hoodie, to be precise—and flashes a grin that’s all 1000 watts. “Tobio, missed you so much!”

Kageyama’s lips curve into a wide smile, unable to hide his delight. Hinata starts recounting his day, darting off-screen to grab utensils and ingredients from the fridge. Somewhere out of view, his voice calls out, “Tobio, did you turn on your rice cooker? We need rice!”

Kageyama glances around, realizing he forgot. “Of course, I know that much,” he replies defensively as he turns it on, but the loud beep of the rice cooker betrays him, filling his quiet apartment with an unmistakable sound. Hinata’s laughter bursts through the speakers, brightening the room.

Kageyama mutters under his breath, cheeks warming slightly. He’d like to say he knows enough about cooking to survive— he repeats the same meals every week. If he ever gets bored, he just calls Hinata.

Meanwhile, Hinata has slipped into full ‘cooking masterclass’ mode for his one and only student. His screen focuses on his torso and chopping board, showing how to properly chop the vegetables and meat for Feijoada. Kageyama, however, is more interested in the way Hinata moves, his eyes lingering a little too long on the screen, starved for his presence.

“Love, if you keep staring like that, you’re going to chop your fingers off. Focus here!” Hinata’s voice snaps through the tablet, pulling Kageyama from his daze. Hinata’s face fills the screen, amused and exasperated.

Kageyama clears his throat, embarrassed. “I’m focusing,” he grumbles and starts copying Hinata’s chopping movements.

Hinata grins. “Your chopping has definitely improved—no casualties this time.”

“I’ve been cooking longer than you,” Kageyama retorts.

“Yeah, but I cook more often,” Hinata fires back with a laugh.

Their familiar banter fills the space between them, laced with love and warmth. Kageyama recounts his experience at the market earlier, all while simmering the Feijoada. Hinata mirrors his actions, but with Kageyama facing the stove, back to the screen, Hinata takes the chance for a sneak attack.

Hinata quietly slips off the hoodie, tossing it out of the frame onto a chair. He continues cooking, casually calling out instructions. Kageyama, now focused on stirring the chicken broth, turns around to ask a question and spots the red jersey. His eyes zero in on the back—his name and the number 10 printed in stark white. He knows that jersey; he has a matching one tucked away in his own closet.

Oblivious to the turmoil, Hinata looks over his shoulder with a playful smile. The distraction causes Kageyama to splash broth onto the stove, and the fire hisses. Kageyama, flustered, grabs a towel to wipe it up, but in his panic, he accidentally brushes it against the open flame, causing a small fire.

Hinata's eyes twinkle with amusement as he watches Kageyama's mini-crisis unfold. He hits the record button, biting his lip to stifle his laughter. “Tobio, be careful!” he laughs, unable to contain himself.

Off-screen, Kageyama quickly tosses the burning towel into the sink, dousing it with water. He returns to the camera, flushed and embarrassed, eyes darting back to the red jersey on Hinata. He takes in the jersey, its implications, and what it means for their future.

“Shou… when—?"

“I got my jersey two days ago. I’ve been dying to show it to you live!” Hinata replies, beaming.

Kageyama is stuck speechless. His brain is scrambling to find the right words, but nothing seems adequate. He knew this day would come, but he never imagined he’d feel so tongue-tied. After half a decade, they’d finally be playing on the same side of the court again. “Shou… congrats,” he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion. He wishes he could reach through the screen and pull Hinata into a hug.

Hinata reads his expression easily. “Don’t stress, Yama. I’m perfectly happy like this.” He grins, clearly reading Kageyama’s mind. “Besides, your food’s going to burn if you don’t stir that pot.”

Kageyama snorts, turning back to his simmering Feijoada. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it.”

After a few more instructions, the food is ready. They settle down to eat together, Hinata from his kitchen in Japan and Kageyama from his apartment in Italy. The conversation flows naturally, covering their futures, plans for an apartment together, and everything in between. Kageyama feels lighter, the distance between them shrinking with every word.

Later, Hinata couldn’t resist posting a video clip on social media—a snippet of Kageyama’s towel fiasco, captioned: “Chef Tobio in action!” Alongside it, he shares a selfie of the MSBY team enjoying the meal.

Kageyama sends a quick “Good night” to Hinata, and settles down on his sofa. By the time his Ali Roma teammates start arriving for dinner, he’s feeling unexpectedly relaxed.

The doorbell rings, and he hears the loud chattering of his teammates from the hallway. He shuffles to the door and opens it wide, greeting each of his teammates with a small smile and a nod. One by one, they file in: Lorenzo, the captain, gives him a friendly side hug; Aldo, the energetic libero, greets him with a loud high five; Dante, the shy outside hitter, waves with a small smile; and Cassio, the stoic opposite hitter, nods politely as he steps inside. A few others follow behind, filling the apartment.

The living room, which always felt too big for one person, suddenly seems smaller with seven professional athletes packed in. The room fills with the kind of easy energy that reminds Kageyama of his days with Karasuno, the Adlers, and his time at MSBY. He feels himself relaxing even more, sensing the camaraderie building around him.

Cassio, who shares Kageyama’s reserved nature, strikes up a quiet conversation. “How are you finding Italy, Tobio? Settling in okay?”

Kageyama nods, still working on his Italian. “It’s… good. Different, but good.”

Cassio smiles, sensing Kageyama’s effort. “You’re doing great. We’re glad to have you.”

Meanwhile, the dining table is filled with various Italian dishes—home-baked lasagna, creamy carbonara, golden arancini, tiramisu, and a large pizza. Dante teases Aldo, “You really brought store-bought pizza today?”

Aldo shrugs, grinning. “Hey, it’s safer for everyone this way!”

Laughter erupts around the room, and Kageyama finds himself smiling more easily. He watches his teammates with growing fondness, the atmosphere light and friendly. As they settle down to eat, Lorenzo and Dante begin wandering around, their eyes catching on the photo frames adorning the walls.

Lorenzo points to a picture, curiosity piqued. “These are your family and friends?”

Kageyama follows his gaze to the photos—a shot of his first year with Karasuno, another from their third year, a group photo with his Adlers teammates, and one with both the Hinata and Kageyama families together. A familiar warmth spreads through his chest. “Yes, from high school and my teams in Japan.”

Dante smiles and nods, “You look happy in all of them.”

Kageyama’s smile deepens knowingly. They all gather around the living room, food in hand, as they continue talking. Aldo, tasting the Feijoada, exclaims, “Tobio, you made this? My nonna used to make Feijoada like this—it’s fantastic! Brings back memories.”

A wave of pride swells in Kageyama’s chest. He grins, thinking about how he’ll rub this in Hinata’s face later. That’s when Lorenzo asks, “This is Brazilian, right? I thought we’d get to taste some Japanese cooking. What’s the story behind this?”

Kageyama flustered but determined, says, “My… compagno taught me today,” using the Italian word for 'partner'. “They’re very good at cooking Brazilian food.”

Cassio raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Your compagno? So, you’re married?”

Kageyama blinks, confused, then realizes the mistake. Lorenzo quickly clarifies, “Compagno can sound like you mean your spouse.”

Kageyama’s face flushes. “No, no! Not married—not yet!” he splutters, trying to wave it off.

His teammates burst into laughter, their amusement filling the room. Aldo claps him on the back. “So engaged, huh? Don’t worry, Tobio! When you do marry, don’t forget to invite us, eh?”

Lorenzo raises his glass, laughing. “A toast, allora! To our new friend Tobio, to many victories together, and… maybe to a future wedding?”

Everyone raises their glasses with a playful cheer. “Salute!”

Kageyama lifts his glass too, but his thoughts drift back to Hinata’s news. He can’t help the smile that spreads across his face, remembering the promise they made in high school. His teammates catch the smile, intrigued.

Dante, leans in with a teasing grin, “Hey, Kageyama, thinking about someone special?”

Kageyama shrugs, still smiling. “Just… a high school friend who promised to stand on the world stage with me one day. They got into the national team, and we’ll be playing together again.”

Cassio, who had been watching him closely, chimes in, “Oh? Is this the same compagno you mentioned earlier?”

Kageyama, flustered but smiling, nods. “Something like that,” he admits.

They tease him more, nudging him playfully. The laughter continues as they finish their meal, and Lorenzo suggests watching a classic Italian comedy, “Benvenuti al Sud.”

As they watch, Kageyama tries to follow along with the jokes, feeling his teammates’ energy lifting him. Sometimes, his teammates explain the cultural or tonal jokes that get lost in translation. The camaraderie grows stronger, and by the end of the evening, he feels closer to his new team than ever before.

Before they head back, he remembers Hinata’s Instagram story and snaps a group photo with his teammates, posting it as a reply. His caption reads: “Feijoada with Ali Roma, grazie Hinata!”

~

Adulting: Hard Mode🍄☀️🏐🌈🫧

Yachi🍄:
(attaches an image of an advertisement outside a flagship store)
Shouyou!!!
Look what I found!!!!

Yamaguchi🌈:
Omg, Shouyou your recent photoshoot is blowing up
You look hot!

Tsukishima🫧:
As much as I would like to disagree, you look good

Yamaguchi🌈:
That’s not even the end
Tobio, you need to guard your boyfriend at this rate

Yachi🍄:
My friends are drooling at those pictures

Hinata looks at his buzzing phone, skimming through the notifications in the MSBY locker room. His grin widens as he reads the teasing messages from the group chat. He can’t help but chuckle, imagining Kageyama’s reaction when he sees the photos. He’s definitely going to blush. The thought makes him giddy.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, hours later, Kageyama is sitting among his teammates, lost in a casual conversation before practice. The SuperLega season has just started, and he’s been performing well— his sets precise, and his serves sharper than ever. But outside the court, everything feels like an uphill battle. The relentless training, constant pressure, language barriers, and subtle cultural shocks are wearing on him. He feels like he’s always a step behind, trying to catch up.

The hardest part, though, is the loneliness—the absence of familiar comforts: home, his family, his friends. And Hinata. Especially Hinata. Just hopping on a train from Tokyo to Osaka to meet him now seems like a luxury he had taken for granted. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, feeling the fatigue settle into his bones.

He checks his phone, hoping for a distraction. Notifications flood his screen, and he scrolls past the usual messages until he spots a new one from Hinata. His finger hovers over Hinata’s name for a moment before he taps to open it.

Shouyou☀️:
My recent beachwear photoshoot just got released
(Three attachments)
Any comments? 😉

Kageyama swipes through the images, feeling his pulse quicken with each one.

The first image: Hinata on the beach, wearing an unbuttoned white shirt fluttering in the wind, beads of water glistening on his skin, his playful smile framed by the ocean.
The second: Hinata mid-laugh, head thrown back, droplets catching the sun, the shirt now slipping off his shoulders, revealing the lines of his chest and abs.
The third: Hinata standing knee-deep in water, his swim trunks clinging to him, his hair slicked back with a teasing grin that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Kageyama’s breath catches in his throat. His face warms, and he quickly looks around, making sure no one has noticed his reaction. He swallows hard, his mind spinning—pride, desire, longing all tangled up together. He wants to tell Hinata how incredible he looks, how much he misses him—but everything feels too vulnerable, too raw to put into words.

His fingers hover over the keyboard. He tried to think of something clever, something flirty but instead, he types:

Tobio🏐:
Looks good

He stares at the screen, frowning at his own bland response. That’s it? He wants to say more, to bridge the gap between them, but the words feel stuck in his throat.

Frustrated, he locks his phone and tosses it into his locker, shutting the door with a sigh.

It’s next morning by the time Hinata gets a chance to see how Kageyama has reacted. He eagerly navigates to the chat, his heart fluttering with anticipation—only to be met with two words: Looks good.

That’s all? His heart sinks just a little, but he doesn’t let the disappointment show. He knows how busy they both are, how much their schedules have kept them apart. He tries to shake it off with a small smile, thinking, Maybe he’s just tired. He types back with his usual cheery tone:

Shouyou☀️:
Good morning Tobio
That’s all?
I bet you blushed

Hinata knows he won’t get a reply until much later. He understands that volleyball is everything for both of them, just as they are to each other. But that doesn’t take away the sting. He puts his phone away, trying not to dwell on it, and heads out for practice, determination masking the ache.

Kageyama wakes up to a dull ache in his head. Heavy raindrops tap against his window, blurring the view outside. It's one of those days where everything feels overwhelming, where he just wants to bury himself in bed and forget about the world. But in his usual fashion, he powers through with the discipline that’s been ingrained in him for years.

By the time practice ends, the drizzle has turned into a steady rain. Kageyama decides to make a run for it, but as luck would have it, the rain comes down harder, soaking him through. He pulls his jacket tighter around himself, his hair sticking to his forehead in wet clumps. Quickening his pace, he glances around for shelter. That’s when he spots a small, cozy-looking plant shop with a striped awning, its warm lights spilling onto the wet pavement. Without a second thought, he ducks inside, shaking the rain off his shoulders.

The shop is filled with the scent of fresh soil and blooming flowers. Kageyama’s eyes wander over the various potted plants, his gaze resting on a cluster of small, vibrant flowers in the corner. An old shopkeeper, her face kind and lined with age, looks up from behind the counter.

“Caught in the rain, did you?” she chuckles, her voice gentle. "Buonasera!"

Kageyama nods, slightly awkward. “Uh, buonasera… yeah, needed a place to wait it out.”

The shopkeeper smiles warmly. “Feel free to look around. Plants have a way of brightening up a day like this, don’t they?”

Kageyama glances around again, his eyes drawn to a small plant with bright orange flowers. He hesitates, then steps closer. The shopkeeper notices his interest and approaches.

“Ah, the kalanchoe,” she says with a knowing smile. “It’s a good choice—easy to care for and blooms for a long time. The orange ones are especially vibrant, like little bursts of sunshine, even on the gloomiest days.”

Kageyama picks up the pot, examining the plant. “Does it need… a lot of care?”

The shopkeeper shakes her head. “Not at all, dear. Just a bit of sunlight and some water now and then. They’re resilient—like they’re made to survive through anything.” She pauses, her eyes twinkling. “And the orange ones… they always seem especially cheerful, like they’re saying, ‘Keep going, no matter what.’”

Kageyama stares at the plant in his hands, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. The orange colour… it reminds him of Hinata’s hair, his energy, his spirit. A small smile tugs at his lips.

The shopkeeper notices his expression and nods approvingly. “Looks like you’ve found a friend. Plants can be good company, you know. Sometimes, they grow on you in unexpected ways.”

Kageyama considers her words for a moment, then decides, “I’ll take it.”

As she wraps up the plant, the shopkeeper adds, “And remember, when you see those flowers, think of something—or someone—that makes you happy. It’ll help it grow.”

Kageyama smiles, a rare softness in his eyes. “Yeah… I think I will.”

They chat for a bit longer as the rain begins to quiet down. By the time Kageyama steps back outside, he’s holding a shopping bag in one hand—filled with a colorful pot and some fertilizer—and the plant in the other. He chuckles to himself; the old woman was an excellent businesswoman, and he even promised to come back again.

He walks back to his apartment with a sense of purpose, eager to share his new purchase with Hinata. Once inside, he sets the plant on the living room windowsill, and the bright orange flowers immediately bring a burst of colour to the space. He chuckles, takes a picture, and sends it to Hinata with a caption: Reminded me of someone small.

Another day has passed when Hinata sees the notification from Kageyama. His heart skips a beat, hoping for a follow-up to their previous conversation. But instead, he finds himself staring at a beautiful plant with lush green leaves and a mass of orange flowers. He blinks for a moment, then a smile spreads across his face. He can tell that Kageyama is trying to lighten the mood, but something in the simplicity of the message makes him feel that there’s more going on beneath the surface.

Shouyou☀️:
It’s so pretty!!!
Is that me?
But… are you okay Tobio?
Let’s talk about it this weekend?

Kageyama looks at Hinata’s messages and feels his heart tighten. He knows Hinata senses more than he’s letting on and he treasures him too much to keep his feelings bottled up.

By the weekend, Kageyama feels noticeably lighter. He had started eating his meals by the plant, marvelling at how the tiny blooms had brightened his apartment. The vibrant orange flowers have somehow lifted the weight off his shoulders, bringing small moments of joy into his days.

Kageyama is in the kitchen, preparing breakfast when his phone lights up. Seeing that it’s a call from Hinata, a small smile breaks across his face. He accepts the call and props up his phone in its designated spot on the counter.

“Tobio, how are you doing?” Hinata’s voice echoes warmly through the phone.

“I’m a lot better, actually,” Kageyama replies, moving around the kitchen as he plates his breakfast. The usual tension in his voice is absent, replaced by a calmness that surprises even him.

Hinata senses the change in Kageyama’s tone. He knows this is one of those rare moments when Kageyama will open up once he is comfortable. So, he hums happily and looks around, “Tobio, where’s the plant? Did you name it yet? You should totally name it after me.”

Kageyama chuckles, shaking his head as he picks up his phone and breakfast, heading to the living room. “Why would I name it after you? But… maybe.”

He sets the phone down in front of the plant, bringing it into view.

Hinata’s face lights up on the screen. “It’s even prettier than the pictures! You know, it’d look even better if you called it Shouyou. Just think, every time you water it, you’d be taking care of me!”

Kageyama rolls his eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at his lips. “Idiot. I’m not doing that.”

Hinata laughs, a bright sound that fills Kageyama’s apartment with warmth. “Dumbass,” Kageyama murmurs with a grin, “want to watch some volleyball?”

“Yes! I’ve been watching your recent match against Milano, and I need to hear your thoughts on the last set,” Hinata replies eagerly.

Kageyama chuckles, slipping into their familiar rhythm. As they watch the match together, Kageyama discusses his strategies, feeling the tension in his body slowly ease. It feels like old times.

Hinata is chatting about his own recent match when he notices a subtle shift in Kageyama’s demeanour. Kageyama is staring at the plant, absentmindedly lost in thought.

“Tobio… do you want to talk about it?” Hinata asks gently, sensing that now might be the right moment.

Kageyama hesitates, glancing out the window, his hands fidgeting slightly. “I’ve just… been having a hard time,” he admits quietly. “Everything feels… heavy. The apartment’s too quiet. Too cold.”

Hinata hums softly in understanding, offering a small, encouraging smile. Kageyama glances back at the screen, meeting Hinata’s eyes.

“The distance… it got to me,” Kageyama continues, his gaze faltering. “I saw your pictures, and I wanted to say something… something more, but I couldn’t. It just felt… too much, all at once.” He pauses, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry.”

Hinata’s smile doesn’t falter. “You don’t have to apologize, Tobio,” he says gently. “I get it.”

Kageyama’s shoulders relax a fraction, feeling a small weight, “How did you do it? In Brazil,” he asks quietly.

Hinata pauses, considering his words carefully “You helped me a lot, Tobio. I was homesick, struggling to find my footing there… but knowing you were there, cheering me on, made all the difference.” He smiles wider, a gentle reassurance in his eyes. “Let me do the same for you. You’re not alone. You have me, our family, your teammates, and friends. We’re all cheering you on.”

“Yeah, thank you,” Kageyama says, his voice thick with emotion.

“Exactly,” Hinata agrees, his voice brightening. “And don’t forget, we’ve got the Olympics coming up. We’ll be together again, on the same court. We’ll make it through this, Tobio. Together.”

Kageyama nods, feeling warmth spread through his chest. “Yeah… I’m looking forward to it.”

There’s a comfortable silence as they let the conversation settle. Kageyama feels lighter, the tightness in his chest easing with each breath.

Then, a familiar playful glint appears in Hinata’s eyes. “By the way, you know MSBY has been on a winning streak, right? I’m ahead of you by 5 points!”

Kageyama scoffs, but a smile tugs at his lips. “Idiot. I’m not losing to you. We’re winning too.”

They both laugh, the tension finally melting away, leaving only the familiar warmth between them. As they continue to chat, planning for the future and sharing their excitement about the Olympics, Kageyama feels the distance between them shrinking just a little bit more.

Later that day, Hinata stares at his phone, thinking of the best way to cheer Kageyama up. He scrolls through the pictures Kageyama sent of the bright orange kalanchoe and smirks. Within minutes, he posts a picture on Instagram: the plant sitting on Kageyama’s windowsill, bathed in sunlight, captioned:
“Tobio’s new roommate: Meet Hinata Jr 🌼”.

The post quickly gains traction, with fans flooding the comments with heart emojis and playful remarks. Kageyama gets a notification about being tagged in Hinata’s post. He opens it, eyes widening in a mix of horror and amusement.

Determined not to lose this playful battle, he takes a photo of Hinata smiling happily during an interview and pairs it with another of the kalanchoe blooming brilliantly, captioning it:
“One thrives on constant attention… and the other just needs water 🌱”.

Hinata sees the notification and bursts into laughter. He scrolls through his gallery and finds an old picture from high school— Kageyama flustered next to a row of wilting potted plants from a failed biology project. He pairs it with a new photo of the kalanchoe, healthy and thriving, captioning:
“Looks like Tobio finally learned how to keep a plant alive! 🌿”.

Their playful banter spills over onto Instagram, with fans eagerly joining in, creating memes and cheering on the “rivalry” between the volleyball stars. And just like that, their light-hearted Instagram feud begins again, more obvious than ever, bridging the miles between them with every post, comment, and shared moment.

Meanwhile, Twitter was having a field day for the umpteenth time.

Shobio my heart @n1shobiofan
Tell me they are dating, please just date, they are so precious😍😍

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Endless Sunshine @sunshinerays
Honestly it’s getting harder to say they aren’t lmao

Tobio’s Sun @summerishere
They are so cute!!
Hinata posted about Tobio’s fiasco in the kitchen!
And now him with an ‘orange’ plant!
They are on virtual dates, guys 🌼❤️🥰

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Volleyball 24/7 @vblover
Bro let them have a friendly competition

HinataLover21 @hinatasnumberonefan
Friendly? They’re basically flirting in public now! 😂

Sunny and Bright @hinatashines
Besties who post about each other 24/7? Sure, Jan.

VolleyballFanatic @vbkinglover
The kitchen fiasco post was adorable, but this plant thing is next-level cute. I’m here for it 🫶

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NetBlocker @netblockqueen
If this isn’t the cutest rivalry ever, I don’t know what is.

Atsumu’s Ace @atsumuAce
They’re basically confessing love through a houseplant!!!
They’re totally dating, right? RIGHT? 😫🫣

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JumpServeQueen @vbqueen97
Yup, just waiting for the wedding announcement at this point.

LiberoLove @defensedefender
Or maybe… they are playing the long game. Keeping everyone guessing 😂

~

“Tobio! Your phone has been buzzing like crazy,” Aldo sing-songs, grinning as he pulls off his jersey. The locker room is buzzing with the post-practice energy, everyone winding down for the day.

Kageyama emerges from the showers, hair damp and one hand still towelling it dry. “Okay,” he mutters, moving toward his locker. He retrieves his phone and sees the flood of incoming messages from Hinata lighting up his screen.

Shouyou☀️:
Tobio, we’ve got to finalise the apartment now!
The good ones are all goneeee
How is this? (attaches a link)
It has everything we need—
Two Bedrooms
A queen sized bed!
Close to gym and park
Also, it has a spacious living room for yoga
The windows are big too!

Kageyama’s lips curl into a small smile. He taps on the link, scrolling through the details, but his smile fades into a frown. He quickly types a reply.

Tobio🏐:
Not bad
But it doesn’t have any restaurants nearby
I will be free in a bit
Let’s call

Shouyou☀️:
Ugh, Tobio we never gonna find one at this rate
Yes, I need to talk to you too
Call me once you reach home

Kageyama snorts softly at the exasperated tone he imagines in Hinata's words. Just as he’s tucking his phone back into his locker, Cassio sidles up next to him, raising an eyebrow. “You look awfully happy there, Tobio. Good news?”

Kageyama quickly shifts his expression, his face going from lit to neutral in a split second. “Hmm, nothing, just… the usual.”

Aldo, never one to miss a chance to tease, pipes up from across the room, “Oh, come on! Is it because we’re top of the table, or because you’re flying back to Japan next month?”

Kageyama chuckles, but there’s a hint of something softer in his voice. “The second one… mostly.”

Lorenzo, the team captain, who had been quietly listening, joins in with a mock-serious tone, “So you’re saying you’re not thrilled about us winning? That’s concerning, Tobio.”

Kageyama, realizing his slip, fumbles slightly, “No, no, I mean—I am! Of course, I’m happy we’re winning. But… also, I’m excited to go back and… uh… move in with my partner.”

Cassio gives him a knowing look, a rare smirk playing on his usually stoic face. “Ah, so it’s love that’s got you in a good mood.”

Aldo can’t resist jumping in, “See? We thought you were just a volleyball robot, but turns out you’re a softie at heart.”

Lorenzo claps Kageyama on the back. “Just make sure you’re not so distracted that you forget to win the next match, okay?”

Kageyama laughs, feeling lighter. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”

While Kageyama is laughing and chatting with his teammates, miles away in Japan, Hinata is having a mild existential crisis. He's perched at the kitchen counter, sipping tea with his laptop open. Two windows are up on the screen—one with apartment hunting sites and another with an email he's just received.

His prayers are finally answered when Kageyama calls back. He swipes to accept the call and is greeted by a slightly flushed Kageyama, still catching his breath.

“Tobio, are you getting old?” Hinata giggles.

“You’re older, dumbass. I just came back from practice,” Kageyama retorts, settling onto his sofa.

“Aww, did you run all the way just to call me quicker?” Hinata teases.

“Of course. It’s late in Japan—why are you still up?”

“Because you keep rejecting all my choices! We don’t have time, Tobio. Check your messages. I have 14 specially handpicked options,” Hinata says, playfully threatening.

They quickly get down to business, their faces growing more focused as they scroll through the listings, critiquing each one.

Hinata rolls his eyes, “Okay, fine, what about this one? Big windows, near the park, a decent kitchen, and a supermarket right around the corner.”

Kageyama squints at the screen, “It’s good, but… no gym nearby. And it’s a bit far from the subway.”

Hinata sighs dramatically, “Okay, fair. But no more rejecting places just because the colour scheme’s off, alright?”

Kageyama smirks. “It wasn’t just the colour scheme. It had terrible lighting.”

After half an hour of back-and-forth, they finally settled on a few good options and started filling out the applications. Hinata takes a deep breath, his tone turning a little more serious.

“Tobio, I got an email from Asas São Paulo,” he says, a bit nervously.

Kageyama pauses, surprised. “Asas São Paulo? For recruiting?”

Hinata nods. “Yeah, nothing’s confirmed yet, but they’re interested in me after the Olympics.”

Kageyama’s eyes light up with excitement. “Wow… that’s amazing. Congrats, Shou. Back to Brazil, huh? Excited?”

Hinata smiles, a bit shyly. “Yeah, it’s… kind of overwhelming. But also exciting, I guess?”

Kageyama nods, his expression softening. “I’m proud of you. Really.”

Hinata beams. “Thanks, Tobio. And what about you? Any news?”

Kageyama grins, “Well, I wanted to surprise you, but you beat me to it. I’ve got my tickets back to Japan. I’ll be home soon.”

Hinata’s face lights up even more, voice too loud in the empty kitchen. “Seriously?! When? I’m picking you up, and don’t try to surprise me like I did when I came back from Brazil!”

Kageyama laughs out, “Sure, next month, we will be in the same timezone again.”

Hinata practically bounces in his seat, “Finally! I’ve missed you, you know.”

Kageyama chuckles, feeling the weight of the distance between them lifting just a little. “Yeah… I’ve missed you too.”

There’s a pause, a comfortable silence stretching out, filled with all the things left unsaid but deeply understood.

Kageyama breaks the silence, his voice softer. “I can’t wait to see you.”

Hinata’s grin softens, “See you soon, love.”

They end the call after a few more soft promises and confessions, hearts full and beating in sync, even with the ocean between them.

~

Kageyama navigates through the sea of people, his heart pounding louder with each step. One hand clutches his phone, the screen still open on Hinata’s chat, while the other wheels his suitcase, feeling heavier than it should. The steady thrum of footsteps, distant announcements, and the hum of conversation fade into the background as he focuses on following the exit signs.

As he finally steps into the arrivals area, the fresh, familiar air of Japan washes over him, welcoming him home. He inhales deeply, the scent of the place grounding him, and presses the call button for Hinata. But before the first ring can echo through the phone, a flash of orange catches his eye.

In the next moment, he’s enveloped in warmth as Hinata’s arms wrap tightly around him, pressing into his chest like the final piece of a puzzle sliding into place. The distance, the endless video calls, the nights apart—everything melts away in the space of a heartbeat.

“Tobio, you’re here,” Hinata whispers into his chest, his voice soft and intimate. He pulls back quickly, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as if suddenly remembering they’re still surrounded by the bustling crowd of airport arrivals.

Kageyama smiles, soft and full of emotion, his voice low but warm. “Yeah, Shou… I’m here.” The hug had been brief, but it left Kageyama craving for more.

For a few seconds, they stand there, locked in their own world as the crowd ebbs and flows around them, unnoticed. The air between them hums with unspoken words, exchanged in the silence.

Hinata is the first to break it, a playful glint in his eyes as he grabs the handle of Kageyama’s suitcase. “Come on, Tobio. Let’s get out of here before we get mobbed by your fans,” he says with a wink.

Kageyama snorts softly, but his chest swells with warmth. “Or yours.”

They settle into the car, Hinata taking the driver’s seat, already talking animatedly about something Kageyama only half-registers. His eyes are drawn outside to the quiet parking lot, the fading light casting soft shadows on the nearly empty space. When he glances back, Hinata is pulling out snacks for him, chatting away like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Kageyama watches him for a moment longer, feeling a wave of affection wash over him. In a rare moment of impulsiveness, he reaches out, gently turning Hinata’s face toward him, his thumb brushing lightly across his cheek. Hinata’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, but before he can react, Kageyama leans in and kisses him—soft, unhurried, the kind of kiss that speaks more than words ever could.

Hinata, though surprised, quickly melts into the kiss, returning it with equal passion. The moment stretches, filled with the quiet hum of the car’s engine and the soft rhythm of their breathing. When Kageyama pulls back, his heart is pounding, and he slumps back into his seat with a small thump.

Kageyama clears his throat, his face slightly flushed. “What? Just drive already.”

Hinata laughs heartily, the sound filling the car with warmth. “Okay, okay. Time to make this car fly.”

The drive back is filled with easy conversation and their familiar banter, slipping back into place as though no time has passed. Kageyama, exhausted but content, eventually dozes off, lulled by the soothing hum of the car and Hinata’s presence beside him.

When they finally arrive at their new apartment, the anticipation hangs thick in the air. Kageyama can feel it in the way Hinata glances at him, excitement and nervousness simmering beneath the surface. It’s the first time they’ll be living together in the same city, in the same space—something they’d only dreamed of until now.

Hinata slots the key into the door and pushes it open, stepping aside to let Kageyama enter first. Kageyama steps inside, his eyes immediately sweeping over the space. Boxes and suitcases are scattered across the living room, still untouched, and a few pieces of furniture have been haphazardly placed.

His brow furrows as he turns to Hinata. “You’ve been here for a few days already, right? You haven’t unpacked anything?”

Hinata rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish grin on his face, his eyes soft as they meet Kageyama’s. “I wanted to wait for you. So we could make this place our home. Together.”

The weight of those words settles deep in Kageyama’s chest. It’s not just about finally being in the same place—it’s about what they’re building, side by side. Their own path. Their own life. Their home.

Kageyama’s voice drops, quiet but full of sincerity. “Our home.”

Hinata smiles wider, stepping closer to wrap his arms around him. “Yeah. Our home.”

The apartment feels warmer with that simple truth. As they stand there, holding each other, Kageyama realizes: this is what home truly feels like.

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The early summer air of Tokyo drifts lazily into the room, failing to cool down the rising warmth beneath the sheets. Humidity clings to Hinata’s skin, gently tugging him from the edges of his deep slumber. Still half-asleep, he instinctively reaches out, fumbling for the remote to turn on the air conditioner.

A faint beep echoes in the room, followed by the low hum of cool air washing over him. His body relaxes, but before sleep can reclaim him, the familiar warmth of an arm drapes across his torso, accompanied by a soft, contented sigh.

Hinata blinks his eyes open, adjusting to the dim light that filters through the curtains. The moon, full and luminous, pours its light into the room, casting intricate silver shadows on the walls. And in the soft glow, Kageyama lies beside him, his face nestled into the pillow, his arms securely wrapped around Hinata.

The sight before him steals his breath. Under the moonlight, Kageyama looks ethereal, as if the moon itself has chosen him as its muse, highlighting every subtle detail. Hinata’s eyes twinkle with quiet admiration as he soaks in the view, his eyes tracing the familiar features of the person he loves the most.

Kageyama’s jet-black hair, tousled from sleep, catches the light, shimmering like water streams illuminated by the moon in the night. Each strand sways gently with the rhythm of the cool air circulating through the room. A soft chuckle escapes Hinata, but he quickly clamps his mouth shut, unwilling to break the serene quiet.

Shifting carefully in Kageyama’s embrace, Hinata nestles closer, his fingers threading through the unruly strands, fixing them out of habit. As his fingertips graze Kageyama’s temple, he notices the small mole near the corner of his eye, a tiny detail usually hidden but now brought to life by the moonlight. He lingers there for a moment, his touch light and reverent, committing every inch to memory.

Even with Kageyama’s eyes closed, Hinata can picture them clearly—the deep blue that always looks at him with so much love and hope, vast and endless like the sky meeting the ocean. He often gets lost in that gaze captivated by their depth and certainty.

Kageyama shifts slightly in his sleep, his face turning just enough for their foreheads to almost touch. Hinata closes his eyes, feeling the soft drumming of his own heartbeat against Kageyama’s steady rhythm. He inhales deeply, savouring the quiet intimacy, the rise and fall of Kageyama’s chest beneath his hand.

Opening his eyes again, Hinata lets his gaze drift over Kageyama’s features— the soft shadows and highlights playing across Kageyama’s face. The long, dark lashes cast delicate shadows, while his pointed nose and cupid’s bow—together they look like the peaks of distant mountain ranges, illuminated by the moon’s glow.

His gaze travels lower, following the soft curves of Kageyama’s collarbone, dipping like a valley surrounded by ridges of pale, highlighted skin. The gentle rise and fall of Kageyama’s arm muscles remind him of rolling hills, landscapes Hinata could explore forever. It’s as if Kageyama’s body is its own world—a place where Hinata could wander endlessly, discovering new depths and details with every touch.

Explorers spend their lives charting vast lands and distant horizons, he muses. But I’d stay right here, tracing the hidden valleys and highlands of your skin, like a traveller who has finally found his world.

The weight of the moment settles over him. He finally averts his gaze, noticing the suitcases piled in the corner, a reminder of the life they’re about to build together in this new apartment—their home.

“You know,” Hinata murmurs into the quiet, as if making a promise to the night itself, with the moon as his witness, “I could stay here forever and call you my home.”

The room feels even quieter now, only the faint tick of the clock breaking the silence. Overwhelmed by the love filling every corner of his heart, Hinata buries his face in the crook of Kageyama’s neck breathing him in, feeling the warmth of his skin. In response, Kageyama’s arms instinctively tighten around him, pulling him closer, and with a deep, contented sigh, Hinata lets himself drift back into sleep, cocooned in the warmth of their new beginning.

The late morning sun shines brightly with warm rays streaming through the glass balcony doors and large windows, painting the apartment in soft watercolour yellows and oranges. Upbeat Brazilian music plays softly in the background, creating a lively, cosy mood.

Well, as cosy as it can get. There isn’t a single clear inch of floor visible amid the chaos. The shiny wooden floors are buried under piles of boxes, their contents spilling out everywhere. The kitchen counter is covered with spices, making the room smell faintly of curry, adding to the general sense of barely controlled disorder.

In the midst of the chaos, Hinata sits cross-legged on the kitchen floor, surrounded by an assortment of utensils and cutlery that looks suspiciously like some kind of sacrificial ritual. His focus is entirely on unboxing his shiny new air fryer. All thoughts of unpacking forgotten, he eagerly removes the packaging, revealing its sleek black surface and shiny silver buttons. His eyes sparkle with excitement as he reads through the settings, popping a pocky stick in his mouth without a second thought.

From their bedroom, Kageyama’s voice rises above the music, “Shou! Shouyouuuuu,” he sing-songs, waiting a beat before shouting louder, “Dumbass, get over here!”

The bubble of Hinata’s air fryer-induced bliss bursts. “Coming!” he calls back, scrambling to his feet in a small panic. He carefully navigates the obstacle course of kitchen items spread out like landmines on the floor, narrowly avoiding tripping over a stray pot lid.

When he enters, the sight that greets him sends him into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

Kageyama is sitting in the middle of an equally chaotic room, surrounded by open suitcases and small towers of neatly folded clothes. But what truly gets Hinata is Kageyama’s outfit, as if he’s been plucked straight out of a comedy sketch.

He’s wearing Hinata’s large beach straw hat, tilted just enough to obscure half his face. On his nose sits a pair of Hinata’s beach volleyball sunglasses, and an old Karasuno jacket is stretched tightly across his upper arms, halfway up his biceps as if it’s stuck. Unable to pull it all the way up, the jacket bunches awkwardly at his elbows, too small for his now broad shoulders. Draped across his lap are two crumpled jerseys, the numbers “2” and “5” barely visible.

Hinata doubles over, clutching his stomach as laughter erupts from him, the pocky stick falling out of his mouth. He leans against the doorframe, trying to keep himself upright as he takes in the ridiculous scene. “Tobio, what—what are you wearing?!”

Kageyama, clearly unamused, frowns under the brim of the hat. “Shou, that’s gross,” he says, flicking a glance at the discarded pocky stick. “Also, should you really be eating all those snacks?”

Still wheezing with laughter, Hinata stumbles over to Kageyama, who is now staring at him with a mix of exasperation and confusion. “Tobio, my love,” Hinata coos between his giggles, “you look so cute!” He cradles Kageyama’s face in his hands, his thumbs kneading Kageyama’s cheeks. He adopts an exaggeratedly cutesy voice, “Let me enjoy my snacks while I can. I won’t get to eat them once practice starts, y’know!”

Kageyama rolls his eyes, a blush spreading on his cheeks. “Idiot.” He pushes the sunglasses up his nose and gestures to a worn-out notebook beside him. “Look what I found.”

Hinata’s eyes widen as he reads his own messy handwriting scrawled across the cover: ‘Boyfriends 101’. “The guide! Haven’t seen it in a while.”

Kageyama’s smile softens. “Yeah, me too. I wonder when we stopped using it.”

“We never stopped, did we? We just fell into a comfortable routine,” Hinata replies sagely, flipping through the pages, nostalgia washing over him as he recalls how the guide helped them navigate their long-distance relationship.

Kageyama nods, his eyes catching a note from the guide: ‘Plan creative date activities for each other’s birthday—winner gets 2 points.’ He adds, “Your birthday is coming up. Do you want to throw a party or just us?”

Hinata looks up, staring into Kageyama’s eyes, thinking back to all the birthdays spent apart since high school. After a moment, he replies, “We’ll probably have training that day, so let’s just be us. But we could do a small housewarming later with Hitoka, Tadashi, and Tsukki. We five haven’t met up in so long.”

Kageyama smiles and nods in agreement, but their moment of planning is interrupted by a loud protest from Kageyama’s stomach.

Hinata laughs, “Should we go out for lunch?” He reaches over to remove the straw hat and sunglasses from Kageyama’s head.

“Let’s do that. We should get some groceries, too.”

“Good call,” Hinata says, getting up to fetch the car keys. He pauses and then glances back at Kageyama with a teasing grin. “Tobio, the keys are missing!”

They exchange bewildered looks, taking in the mess surrounding them. Without missing a beat, Hinata challenges, “The one who finds them first gets to choose the restaurant!”

What follows is a whirlwind of flying clothes, boxes being upended, and their laughter bouncing off the walls and mixing with the upbeat music. As they search through the already chaotic apartment, they successfully manage to make the mess even messier.

~

“Tobio, hurry up!” Hinata calls out, his voice echoing through the apartment as he finishes tying his shoelaces at the doorway. He jumps to his feet with a thud, the excitement practically radiating off him.

From the bedroom, Kageyama’s muffled voice replies, “Coming, dumbass! We’re super early anyway. We could probably take a nap and still make it on time.”

Hinata laughs, unable to contain his giddiness. “I’d rather be early, Tobio.” His eyes flick to his training bag where the red JNT lanyard pokes out from one of the pockets. He tugs on it, revealing his ID with his bright, beaming face staring back at him. He’s seen it hundreds of times by now, but it still makes his heart flutter in anticipation.

Just then, Kageyama appears in the doorway, his expression softening at the sight of Hinata grinning at his ID again. “Shou, you're staring at it again,” he mutters, clearly amused. Without thinking, he reaches out, his fingers threading through Hinata’s tousled orange hair, attempting to tame the unruly curls. “Did you even brush your hair?”

Hinata grins completely unfazed. “It's summer, Tobio! Besides, you’re here to fix it—my personal hairstylist-yama,” he teases with a cheeky glint in his eyes.

Kageyama scoffs, but the fondness is unmistakable. As he crouches down to tie his shoes, he leans against Hinata, their shoulders brushing together as he works the laces with quick, practiced fingers. When he finishes, he slides his hand into Hinata’s, pressing a quick, warm kiss to his lips before pulling him toward the door. “Let’s go.”

As usual, they end up racing to the training facility. It’s like high school all over again, neither of them willing to back down in their silent competition of who can get there first.

When they arrive at the entrance, Hinata’s eyes light up as he spots a familiar figure. “Bokuto-san!” he yells, waving energetically.

“My greatest disciple!” Bokuto bellows back, rushing toward Hinata with his arms wide open. He wraps Hinata in a bear hug, lifting him off the ground. “Missed you so much!”

Kageyama grumbles under his breath, “You guys just played together until last month.”

Bokuto, hearing him loud and clear, turns with a grin. “Aww, Tobio! I haven’t seen you in a year, but it doesn’t feel like it with how much Shouyou talks about you.”

Before Kageyama can protest, Bokuto swoops in and pulls him into an equally enthusiastic hug. Kageyama’s usual stoic face falters as he awkwardly pats Bokuto on the back, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

While Hinata and Bokuto chat animatedly, Atsumu and Sakusa arrive, both already in their training gear. Atsumu drapes an arm around Hinata’s shoulders with a sly grin. “Oi, look who’s here,” Atsumu smirks, glancing toward Kageyama. “Thought you might’ve stayed glued to Italy, Tobio.”

Sakusa slides next to Kageyama with a smirk, keeping Atsumu in check. “Or maybe he’s here to reclaim his spot as best server.”

Kageyama raises an eyebrow, his competitive spirit stirred by the comment. “Just wait.”

Before Kageyama can respond further, Hoshiumi speeds into the room like a blur, making a beeline for Hinata. “Oi, Shouyou! You been working on that jump? Because mine’s still higher,” he challenges with a grin.

Hinata laughs, throwing back a playful challenge of his own. “Let’s test that today!”

More familiar faces filter in—Ushijima, calm and imposing, steps up beside Kageyama, nodding in a silent greeting. Soon they’re joined by Yaku, Suna, Motoya, and Ojiro, all arriving early and clearly buzzing with excitement for the upcoming season.

As everyone catches up, the locker room fills with laughter and teasing, the energy buzzing as the players get ready for their first full day of practice together. The camaraderie is tangible—years of friendships and rivalries blending seamlessly.

Just then, the coach walks in, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, let’s get started!”

The sound of the ball slamming onto the opposite side of the court echoes through the gym. It lands with a perfect thud—proof that the freak quick is back, more powerful than ever. It only took them three attempts to rediscover their rhythm.

The first try? A miss. Hinata had soared higher than Kageyama had expected, the ball skimming just below his outstretched palm. The second try? Too quick. Kageyama’s set had been a fraction of a second too fast. But the third—the third was perfect. The rhythm, the timing, the connection— it all clicked into place like it never left.

The gym erupts in cheers, the excitement from the other players and coaches filling the air, but for Hinata, everything fades into the background. The loud thumping of his heart drowns out the noise as he looks down at his reddening palm, feeling the familiar sting of impact. For a moment, he’s transported back to Karasuno—only now, everything is sharper, heightened by the years of experience, training, and growth.

When he lifts his gaze, Kageyama is already staring at him. Their eyes lock, and the rest of the world seems to fall away. There’s a slight curve to Kageyama’s lips—a rare display of softness—and a spark in his eyes, one that only Hinata can see.

Kageyama mouths something, his gaze tender and filled with love and hope. “Shou,” his lips form the word like a secret, meant just for the two of them.

Hinata feels the goosebumps spreading across his skin, the familiar thrill of their connection surging through him. He grins widely, his heart full. “Toss to me more, Tobio,” he calls back, the joy evident in his voice.

Kageyama’s smirk widens, and he sets up for another set, but this time, the rest of the team crowds in, eager to share in the energy of their performance. “Alright, alright, give someone else a chance,” Bokuto laughs, clapping both of them on their back.

Practice continues with the same intensity, the players falling into a rhythm as they reacquaint themselves with each other’s styles—both teammates and rivals alike. The gym buzzes with light-hearted competitiveness, and the sound of heavy breathing and sneakers squeaking on the polished floor fills the air. As the first day of practice comes to an end, the players are left sweaty, exhausted, and exhilarated.

Later, as the JNT volleyball team makes their way to the welcome dinner event, Hinata and Kageyama naturally fall into step beside each other, hanging back from the rest of the group. Away from the prying eyes, Hinata tugs on Kageyama’s arm, pulling him down to whisper in his ear, his eyes sparkling with the same unrestrained joy of their high school days.

“Did you see my jump? I went up like kaboom,” Hinata whispers excitedly, practically vibrating with energy. “And my spike was powerful, right? Like whoosh and babump!”

Kageyama’s fingers slide naturally into Hinata’s, intertwining. He makes a show of thinking, narrowing his eyes and trying to appear critical, but the happiness bubbling inside him is too hard to suppress. “Hmm, they were okay. But your receives could be better,” he says, a smug grin spreading across his face.

Hinata gasps dramatically, his laughter bubbling over. “Excuse me, Tobio, but let me remind you. The January edition of Monthly Volleyball quoted me as ‘One of the best receivers in the nation,’ and you personally praised me for it.”

Kageyama chuckles, his thumb gently brushing over Hinata’s knuckles. “Of course they did. But my sets are still better than yours.”

“Says the setter who hit a quick today from my set!” Hinata fires back instantly.

Their playful squabble escalates, their voices rising just a little too loudly as they banter back and forth. The rest of the team doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but with the volume of their conversation, it’s impossible not to. When the teasing quiets down, a few teammates glance back, catching sight of a familiar scene—but this time, there’s something different. The way they hold each other’s gaze makes the moment feel more intimate than before, unspoken but irrefutable.

Hoshiumi, ever the bold one, can’t resist breaking the moment. “You guys, get a room already. You even have a whole house to yourselves!” he teases, throwing his hands up in mock frustration. “You’re making me feel single!”

The entire team bursts into laughter, Hinata and Kageyama included. They straighten up quickly, though a faint blush dusts both of their cheeks.

Hinata lowers his voice, grinning mischievously. “Hey, want to get meat buns after this? For old time’s sake.”

Kageyama’s grip on Hinata’s hand tightens slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips as nostalgia washes over him. The familiar weight of their intertwined fingers brings back memories of high school, of the years spent apart, and now of the dream they’re living together. Every struggle, every challenge they faced feels small in comparison to the happiness swelling in his chest.

“Yeah,” Kageyama murmurs, his eyes soft as he looks at Hinata. “Let’s do it.”

~

The rich aroma of miso fills the kitchen, its savoury scent weaving through the air and settling in every corner of the room. The soft whir of the hood fan mixes with the pop song Hinata hums as he stirs the pot rhythmically, dissolving the miso paste with practised ease. He moves around the kitchen with a gentle, effortless grace, fetching seasonings and adding them to the broth in perfect amounts.

A satisfied smile tugs at his lips as he lifts a spoonful of broth, blowing on it gently to cool it down. Before he can taste it, familiar, heavy footsteps approach. A pair of strong arms wrap around his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace. Moments later, Kageyama’s chin rests comfortably on his shoulder, and he lets out a soft, contented sigh.

“Tobio, did you finish tidying up already?” Hinata giggles, tasting the broth and adding just a hint more sugar. Kageyama nods against his shoulder.

“Smells nice,” Kageyama mumbles, his voice a low rumble next to Hinata's ear. He watches as Hinata lifts a spoonful of broth toward him, one hand cupping beneath it to catch any drips. Kageyama obediently opens his mouth, tasting the warm, savoury liquid.

“Wow, it’s so good,” Kageyama says, his eyes lighting up with genuine approval.

Hinata beams. “Yeah? I made it just the way you like it—sweet and savoury. Not too spicy, right?”

Kageyama shakes his head in agreement, and Hinata continues, his words spilling out with his usual enthusiasm. “This spicy miso ramen is one of the best sellers at Onigiri Miya! I got Osamu to teach me the recipe after I beat Atsumu in an arm-wrestling match,” he laughs, the memory lighting up his face. “I knew you’d love it. It’s packed with nutrition—perfect for athletes!”

As Hinata chatters on, Kageyama’s arms tighten around his waist, his heart swelling with affection. He rests his forehead against Hinata’s shoulder, realizing how even something as simple as cooking together is a reminder of all the love, care, and thoughtfulness Hinata pours into their relationship. Before Kageyama can fully savour the moment, Hinata pulls away slightly to drain the noodles.

Kageyama follows, practically hanging on Hinata’s shoulders, refusing to let go. Hinata laughs at the heaviness pressing into him, the familiar playfulness that always sneaks into these quiet moments.

The air fryer beeps cheerfully from across the kitchen. “Tobio, can you flip the chicken in the air fryer? We’re having healthy chicken karaage too,” Hinata instructs, his voice light and teasing.

Kageyama grumbles but complies, carefully flipping the pieces of chicken before returning to his spot behind Hinata, draping himself over his back again.

“You’re like a puppy,” Hinata laughs, sliding a hand up to gently pat Kageyama’s cheek. “Can you help me do the dishes, Tobio? I can’t move around with you glued to me like this.”

Kageyama presses his face into the crook of Hinata’s neck, his voice muffled. “No.”

Hinata’s giggles fill the kitchen, his laughter infectious. “Come on! Give me five minutes. I’ll finish up here and will join you on the sofa.”

With a final grumble, Kageyama relents. After a quick peck on the cheek, he moves to the sink, casting a few backward glances at Hinata, who’s now tidying the kitchen and arranging the food on the kitchen island.

Once everything is set, Hinata and Kageyama sink into the sofa, Hinata’s head resting comfortably on Kageyama’s shoulder as Kageyama grabs the remote to restart the match they had paused the previous night. The soft hum of the TV plays in the background, a quiet, easy comfort settling over them like a warm blanket.

At exactly seven, the doorbell rings. Kageyama pushes open the door, revealing Yachi, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima standing at the door, grinning brightly, their arms full of gifts.

Before Kageyama can even greet them, Hinata bounces up behind him, overflowing with excitement as he pushes Kageyama aside. “Come in, guys! Welcome to our home!”

Yachi is the first through the door, immediately swept into one of Hinata’s signature hugs. She laughs, patting his back, while Yamaguchi slips inside, offering Kageyama a quick side hug. Tsukishima, ever laid-back, strides in last, giving Kageyama a casual pat on the back.

After Hinata releases Yachi, she turns to Kageyama and wraps him in a tight hug as well, leaving Kageyama awkwardly patting her back, his demeanour softening at the familiarity.

Once inside, the group exchanges gifts amidst playful laughter. Tsukishima, in his typical deadpan fashion, holds up his gift—a mega-value pack of 24 premium-quality toilet rolls. “A true housewarming necessity,” he announces with a smirk.

Kageyama stares at him, a mix of disbelief and amusement crossing his face, while Hinata grins, entirely on board with the practicality. “You always know what we need, Tsukki.”

Yamaguchi, chuckling, waves off Tsukishima’s gift and presents a bottle of sake. “My manager swears by this one. Thought it’d be perfect for the occasion.”

Yachi hands over a beautifully crafted ceramic diffuser. “I thought it’d fit the aesthetic of your place,” she says shyly. Hinata gasps in delight, holding the diffuser as if it were the most precious item in the world.

Hinata wastes no time leading Yachi and Yamaguchi on an excited tour of the apartment, pointing out every little detail—from framed photos to fancy light settings. His enthusiasm is infectious, and both Yachi and Yamaguchi eagerly share in his excitement.

Trailing behind, Tsukishima and Kageyama walk at a slower pace. Tsukishima sneaks a glance at Kageyama, noticing the softness in his expression as he watches Hinata. “The lovesick look suits you, King,” Tsukishima teases, his tone light but sharp.

Kageyama shoots him a glare but lets it slide, chuckling under his breath. “How’ve your matches been?” he mutters steering the conversation toward volleyball.

They eventually gather in the living room, the soft scent of sandalwood from the diffuser filling the space. Hinata takes charge in the kitchen, with Kageyama by his side as his sous chef. They move around in easy sync as Hinata explains how to plate the ramen perfectly with all the toppings. Kageyama listens intently, following Hinata’s instructions with the same focus he applies on the court.

From the living room, Yamaguchi nudges Yachi. “Look at them,” he whispers with a grin. “Their first-year selves wouldn’t believe this.”

Yachi giggles softly. “They’ve really come a long way, haven’t they?”

Tsukishima, lounging on the couch, watches the domestic scene unfold, his sharp eyes taking in the easy way Hinata and Kageyama move around each other. “It’s good to see them not fighting over volleyball,” he remarks dryly.

Once the table is set, everyone gathers around to enjoy the meal—steaming bowls of spicy miso ramen, crispy chicken karaage, and plenty of salad. As they take their first bites, Yachi’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Shouyou, this is amazing! You have to give me the recipe later,” she gushes.

Yamaguchi nods in agreement, already reaching for his next bite. “Seriously, it’s amazing.”

Tsukishima, never one to pass up an opportunity to tease, grins. “Looks like the shrimp’s cooking skills have finally improved. No more food poisoning, huh?”

Hinata squawks in protest, his face flushing at the memory. “That was years ago, Tsukki! I’ve learned a lot since then!”

Kageyama shudders, recalling that unfortunate day when the entire team got food poisoning from one of Hinata’s early cooking attempts. He shakes his head, laughing softly despite the grim memory.

As the meal continues, conversation flows easily—stories of jobs, gossip, and updates on life. Kageyama listens intently, often gasping at the more outrageous bits, while Hinata’s laughter rings brightly through the room.

But then Yamaguchi, in the middle of pouring himself a drink, looks up and asks, “So... have you guys thought about going public with your relationship? There’s been a lot of buzz online.”

Yachi chimes in, “Yeah, you’re both trending a lot these days. People are definitely talking.”

Kageyama looks at Hinata, silently seeking his thoughts. Hinata shrugs and smiles softly. “We haven’t really talked about it much,” Kageyama admits. “What do you think, Shou?”

Hinata takes a moment, his face thoughtful. “I’d rather people focus on volleyball. Our private life doesn’t need to be public. I don’t want that kind of attention.”

Kageyama nods in agreement. “Yeah, we’re not really comfortable with everyone prying into our personal lives.”

Tsukishima leans forward, casually adding his two cents. “You two should probably keep playing the ‘best friends’ card. The internet’s obsessed with you guys right now, and it’s better to keep things low-key.”

Yachi smiles supportively. “As long as you guys are happy, that’s all that matters.”

Under the table, Hinata’s hand finds Kageyama’s, and he gives it a gentle squeeze. “Exactly. The people who matter know the truth, and that’s enough.”

Tsukishima raises an eyebrow, smirking. “But with how dumb you two are, it’s only a matter of time before one of you slips.”

Both Hinata and Kageyama exchange competitive glances, and Hinata, without missing a beat, throws Kageyama under the bus. “It’ll probably be Tobio first.”

Kageyama’s eyes widen in mock betrayal. “You did not just say that!”

Hinata grins mischievously. “I’m betting on it.”

The conversation quickly shifts into playful banter, with the group placing light-hearted bets on who will slip first. As laughter fills the room, the night wears on with the warmth of old friendships like no time has passed since their high school days.

~

Christmas couldn’t have been any more merrier for the Japanese volleyball fans. Why, you ask? An unexpected gift dropped—a sweet new promotional video titled: ‘JNT Men’s Volleyball: A Day in Training for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics.’

The video opens with a serene timelapse of sunrise over the National Gymnasium. Soft sunlight spills across the sleek, modern architecture, paired with gentle background music that gives off a cosy, winter vibe.

But tranquillity doesn’t last long.

Suddenly, the scene cuts to Kageyama and Hinata sprinting at lightning speed toward the gym, completely shattering the peaceful mood. The camera captures their wild race, laughter echoing as they burst through the doors. Their moment of chaotic arrival only lasts a few seconds before the video shifts back to its soothing tone, focusing on the graceful arrivals of other members like Ushijima and Sakusa, walking in calmly, their serious demeanours striking a stark contrast.

Live Fan Comments:
“Ten seconds in and I’m already losing it!!😭”
“Why are Kageyama and Hinata always like this😂😂”
“Sakusa walking in like a runway model. Iconic✨”

The video transitions to the team warming up. The camera pans over the players stretching, prepping for the day. It zooms in on various groups before landing on Yaku, Hoshiumi, and Hinata in the middle of an animated conversation while stretching on the floor.

In the background, Kageyama is sitting on the bench, completely absorbed in filing his nails. The camera lingers as Hinata finishes chatting and plops down beside him, and without a word, offers his hand. Without looking up, Kageyama takes Hinata’s hand and starts filing his nails, too, with the same practised care. It’s a simple, seamless routine that seems entirely natural to both of them—like an unspoken ritual.

Live Fan Comments:
“Hold up— is Kageyama filing Hinata’s nails right now?!😳😳”
“LOOK AT THEM 😭 THEY’RE SO DOMESTIC, I CAN’T 🥺💖”
“This is their pre-practice routine??? I am ascending🚀”

The next segment transitions into a fast-paced montage of spiking, receiving, and serving. The video shows off each player’s prowess—Hinata’s vertical leap, Kageyama’s pinpoint sets—interspersed with shots of the coaches giving directions. Every powerful spike and well-timed block captures the intensity of their teamwork.

Then comes the mock matches, and, as fate would have it, Kageyama and Hinata are on the same team.

In the lineup, Hinata sidles up next to Kageyama, nudging him playfully with his shoulder and they exchange a glance. Kageyama’s smile is undeniably soft.

“Toss to me lots,” Hinata grins, leaning closer.
“As if I wouldn’t,” Kageyama replies, with a warmth rarely seen on his face.

More Live Fan Comments:
“Did you SEE that smile?! I'm dead💀💘”
“They’re always glued together like magnets, I swear!!!”
“The way they look at each other?? TOO MUCH💓💓”

As practice continues, the camera catches more candid moments—Hinata passing Kageyama a water bottle during a timeout and Kageyama absentmindedly fixing Hinata’s messy curls during a short break. “Do I look good now?” Hinata whispers cheekily, only to be ignored as Kageyama walks back to the court. These small, intimate gestures don’t go unnoticed by the fans.

The scene then cuts to lunch break in the cafeteria. The atmosphere is relaxed as the team laughs and shares stories. Amidst the laughter, a subtle moment gets captured: Hinata quietly picks out the chillies from Kageyama’s food, setting them aside, while Kageyama slides a box of strawberry milk towards Hinata.

More Live Fan Comments Flooding in:
“HINATA PICKING OUT KAGEYAMA’S FOOD??”
“The way Kageyama didn’t even blink… This is MARRIED behaviour💓💘”
“They do this every day, don’t they? Everyone’s so casual about it 😂”

As the practice winds down, the scene shifts to a post-practice cool-down, where players are seen relaxing and chatting. Some are checking their phones, while others joke around. The camera pans to Kageyama, who’s sitting on the bench, showing Hinata something on his phone.

“Miwa texted, she’s crashing at ours this weekend,” Kageyama says, the microphone barely picking up the words.
“Yeah, your birthday is soon,” Hinata replies, completely at ease.

This is followed by an uproar of players who overheard the conversation casually inviting themselves over for a birthday party.

Fans who have been going wild for some time:
“Wait, wait, did they just say someone’s staying over at THEIR place?!? 😳😳😳”
“‘Ours—HELLO??? They live together!!!🏠💞”
“The domesticity continues. Someone send help 😭”

The final part of the video features each player being asked about their plans for New Year’s. Some players mention visiting family, others talk about training and sleeping. When it’s Kageyama’s turn, the camera zooms in on him. He glances briefly at Hinata, who’s sitting beside him, before answering, “We’re going back to Miyagi to visit family.” Hinata beams nodding in agreement. The scene cuts to Atsumu wailing about being forced to visit the rice fields with his twin brother, sparking more laughter.

Fans who finally lost their sanity:
“Did Kageyama just say ‘we’re going to Miyagi’? LIKE BOTH OF THEM???”
“Spending New Year’s together with family… that’s PEAK MARRIED BEHAVIOR💕🎉”
“That’s what we call—love✨✨✨✨”

The fans who actually made it to the end of the video with their sanity intact started a new hashtag trend: #MARRIED_SHOBIO.

Adulting: Hard Mode🍄☀️🏐🌈🫧

Tsukishima🫧:
Do you guys know any subtlety?
Might as well announce it to the whole world

Yamaguchi🌈:
Relax Tsukki
Take deep breaths with me
BREATH IN, BRE—

Tsukishima🫧:
How are guys the same as you were in high school?
You guys were disgusting then and now

Hinata☀️:
Hey, that’s homopho—

Kageyama🏐:
I think I express my feelings better now

Hinata☀️:
I agree!!
Oh, I’m getting a group call with Sugawara and the others
Come to the bedroom, quick Tobio

Tsukishima🫧:
Just kill me already

Yachi🍄:
Lmao Tsukki!

~

The Olympic training has been nothing short of a bone-crushing nightmare for all the players. Kageyama could feel the pressure weigh on him more heavily than his last Olympics, the added intensity of being in the starting lineup pushing him to his limits. Hinata, on the other hand, seemed to be floating through the week, living on cloud nine—albeit a very sore cloud nine.

The only real break from the gruelling routine came in the form of promotional shoots. With the Olympics fast approaching, the JNT had plenty booked in their schedules, mostly to keep the fans entertained, though the players enjoyed them far more than they let on.

Today, all the players are packed into a small staff room, being briefed about the day's shoot: a Fan Q&A Segment. Half the room looks like they could nod off at any moment as the PR team drones on about decorum and the day’s agenda.

Hinata, who could barely contain his excitement, taps his fingers against his knee, casting glances around the room—or at Kageyama, who sits dozing with his arms crossed. Even Sakusa looks dangerously close to falling asleep in his chair.

“Alright, that’s all for the rundown,” the PR manager finally concludes, drawing collective sighs of relief from the team. They are seconds away from freedom when her voice chimes in again, “Oh, and Kageyama, Hinata—could we have a quick chat privately?”

Kageyama’s stomach drops. He shoots Hinata an accusing look, as though silently demanding he confess to whatever he’d done this time. But Hinata looks just as confused.

The PR manager leans forward slightly, her tone dropping into something more conspiratorial. “So… we’ve noticed there’s been a lot of fan interest in your... dynamic, especially after the last video. The internet’s buzzing, and while most of the questions are harmless, we thought it might be best if you keep things a bit more ‘casual’ during the Q&A.”

Hinata nodded eagerly, reaching for Kageyama’s hand under the table and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry,” he says with a mischievous grin. “We’ll be super casual.”

Kageyama blinks at him, alarm bells ringing loudly in his head. His grip on Hinata’s hand tightens, as he shoots a silent prayer to the gods of internet begging for mercy. He isn't sure what kind of storm they are heading into, but he vows to make it out unscathed—somehow.

Well, it’s truly the blind leading the blind.

The set is simple but polished: a crisp white backdrop with the iconic Olympic rings glowing brightly, and soft studio lights casting a warm glow over the scene. The chairs are arranged in a loose semi-circle, giving the setup a relaxed, casual vibe.

As the JNT players take their seats, Kageyama plops down at one end of the semi-circle. Hinata, naturally, slides into the chair next to him. But just as the director is about to start, Hinata gasps dramatically.

“Wait! I think I should sit separately from Tobio,” Hinata blurts out, his voice loud enough to turn heads.

 A confused silence hangs in the air before Hinata leaps up and swaps seats with a thoroughly amused Atsumu. Now seated at the opposite end, Hinata still manages to lock eyes with Kageyama from across the way.

“Well, that was subtle,” Sakusa mutters dryly, earning a chuckle from Aran.

The director waves them back to order, unfazed by the disruption. Once the introductions finish, the interviewer—a friendly woman in her mid-30s—smiles at the group as she glances down at her cards.

“Let’s start with something simple. What are you looking forward to most in the Olympics?”

Almost immediately, in perfect sync, Hinata and Kageyama blurt out, “Volleyball.”

The identical answer draws chuckles from the group, with Yaku chiming in dryly, “The sleep after the Olympics,” earning groans of agreement from the team. Atsumu, ever the showman, starts rambling about meeting new people, while Hoshiumi talks animatedly about the games he’s excited to watch.

As the Q&A rolls on, the atmosphere lightens. The players relax, and it is the perfect moment for the interviewer to slip in a more playful question.

“Here’s a fun one for you both,” she says, looking between Hinata and Kageyama. “A fan wants to know: what’s the current tally between you two?”

Kageyama smirks. “Well, I’m ahead by two points now.”

Hinata scoffs, narrowing his eyes. “It’s only because you tricked me! You hid my sweater and made us late on purpose!”

Kageyama shrugs, completely unapologetic. “I didn’t hide it. You just forgot it back home, and I always keep an extra one because I’m a caring friend.”

The interviewer can’t hold back a laugh. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Kageyama.” Her voice fades into the background as Hinata leans forward, eyes locked on Kageyama with a competitive glint. The tension between them crackles—everyone knows what is coming next, and the team seems ready to fan the flames.

Atsumu mutters under his breath, “Someone get the popcorn…”

The interviewer intervenes, “Alright, next up: Do you all have favourite foods?”

Various players throw out answers—local diners, post-practice meals—until the question turns to Kageyama. He pauses, thinking. “Pork curry… but I’ve got a lot of favourites from both Brazilian and Japanese cuisine.”

Hinata grins mischievously, seizing the moment. “Aww, Tobio, I do keep you well-fed, don’t I? As your caring friend, of course.”

Bokuto jumps in instantly, his voice bright. “Oh yeah, Shouyou’s a great cook! They used to cook together all the time on video calls.”

Kageyama’s ears turn visibly red. Before he can protest, Ushijima adds, completely sincere, “Kageyama talks about your cooking a lot. Maybe after the Olympics, we can all have dinner together.”

Hinata beams. “That’s a great idea! Let’s plan a team dinner after the Olympics!”

The interviewer smiles warmly, sensing the camaraderie. “That sounds like fun! Alright, next question: What do you usually do on rest days?”

Most players mention spending time with family, sleeping in, or resting. Then it is Hinata and Kageyama’s turn.

“Well, we go for a morning run, then Tobio makes us breakfast, and then we watch volleyball,” Hinata says, swaying slightly in his seat.

Kageyama nods. “After that, we usually head out, play some beach volleyball... and sometimes we—”

“Wait, wait,” Yaku cuts in with a grin. “You guys do that together? Like, every rest day?”

“Of course,” Hinata replies with a shrug as if it is the most normal thing in the world.

“And don’t you ever get tired of each other? Even a bit?” Yaku continues. “I mean, you guys live together, but still.”

Kageyama, always the picture of sincerity, shakes his head. “No. We hardly get to spend time together being on different teams and all. Plus, it’s always fun with this dumbass around.”

“Hey, is that how you treat your best friend?” Hinata laughs.

The team collectively coos. Sakusa sighs, “Must be nice, having a ‘best friend’ to spend all your time with.”

The interviewer, sensing an opportunity, smiles slyly. “Speaking of which… Are either of you dating anyone?”

The alarm bells ring loudly in Kageyama’s mind for the second time that day. He and Hinata exchange a glance—somewhere along the line, they have lost the narrative of keeping things casual.

Kageyama clears his throat, trying to recover. “No time for that. Especially with the Olympics… and living with this loud, messy, attention-seeking idiot doesn’t help.”

Hinata gasps dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Loud, messy, attention-seeking idiot?! You’re the one who’s always like, ‘Shou, do this, Shou, do that,’ and being clingy! And I’m not messy—you’re just a clean freak!”

The team watches, wide-eyed, as the duo descends into playful bickering. Realizing they are toeing dangerous waters, they intervene with a soft laugh, trying to steer things back on track.

“Well, training does keep us really busy,” Hoshiumi pipes in, eager to save the moment. “But I do want to go on a nice date once things calm down.”

The interviewer, chuckling, glances at her final card. “Last question for all of you: What’s your biggest goal for the Olympics?”

The team responds one by one, with answers ranging from personal bests to a focus on teamwork. Hinata’s eyes sparkle with determination as he replies, “I want to enjoy every moment on the court and jump higher than ever.”

Kageyama adds quietly but firmly, “I want us to play our best volleyball… and win gold.”

“And finally, any parting words for your fans?”

One by one, the team gives their thanks and well-wishes to the fans, with Hinata wrapping up last. “Thanks for all the support! We’ll see you on the court!”

~

A few weeks later, after dinner, Kageyama and Hinata sit on their couch, wrapped in the shared warmth of a cosy throw, watching the recently aired Q&A video. The room is filled with soft giggles as playful edits of their bickering flash across the screen.

“Tobio, you look so cute blushing like that,” Hinata teases softly, nudging Kageyama with his elbow.

Kageyama grumbles, his face heating up again. “You’re one to talk. Did you see yourself getting all defensive?”

Their chuckles blend with the soft hum of the TV, the post-practice tiredness pulling at their limbs. Hinata’s phone suddenly buzzed with a flurry of notifications. He blinks, picking it up and snorting when he sees a flood of messages from his sister, filled with laughing emojis and Twitter links.

Curious, Hinata opens the app. What greets him was an explosion of tweets—and a slew of memes—all revolving around the Q&A. Kageyama leans closer, intrigued by the mix of horror and amusement on Hinata’s face.

VBFanatic @vblover
*attached screenshot from Q&A*
LOOK at them making heart eyes at each other across the room! 😭
The whole video was just them being all soft 🥺
ALL HAIL THE JNT LOVE LINE!
#BestiesInLoveButInDenial

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Shobio’s Rain @summershine
HISTORIANS WILL SAY THEY WERE ROOMMATES😂💀

HinataBallOfSunshine @SettersAndSun
Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt—it’s a WHOLE OCEAN and these two are swimming in it 🏊‍♂️

SakuFan @smolblocker
Kageyama really said he can never get enough of Hinata💀💖
CAN THEY JUST SEE THESE TWEETS AND START DATING ALREADY?!!
#BestiesInDenial #JustGetTogether

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ShouTossMe @SkyJumper
CAN WE TALK ABOUT THEM INVITING THE WHOLE TEAM TO THEIR “COUPLE’S DINNER DATE”

SunshineSetter @spikesunshine
RIGHT?! And then Kageyama calls him a “loud idiot” but looks at him like he hung the sun☀️ WE SEE YOU, KING 👑💘

SetterGoals @vblover
The literal reason he gave for not dating is because HE LIVES WITH HINATA💀💘

PerfectServe @kagstoss
Why they are in love?
Kageyama carries an extra sweater for Hinata, that’s why 😩💕
#JustGetTogether

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ShouTossMe @SkyJumper
Shouyou keeps him well-fed, and it shows! 🥰🍜

KagsServe @SetsForDays
Kageyama literally makes him breakfast every day 🤣🍳💖

ShouTossMe @SkyJumper
They live together, play together, AND stick together like glue🧡💙

KagsServe @SetsForDays
Not Hinata admitting Kageyama is clingy and calls him Shou—pet names!🤣

ShouTossMe @SkyJumper
They’re basically the epitome of an old married couple 😂💍

KagsServe @SetsForDays
We are living for the slowest burn in history🔥
#BestiesInLoveButInDenial

The tweets keep flashing by, each one funnier than the last. Hinata, still laughing, swipes through them as Kageyama sank deeper into the sofa, groaning at every new post.

“They think we’re… best friends in love but in denial?” Kageyama mutters, wide-eyed in disbelief.

Hinata giggles, scrolling through more tweets. “At least they don’t think we’re dating, so… that’s a win, right?”

Kageyama nods, sighing in relief. “Mission accomplished, I guess.” He yawns and his head falls onto Hinata’s shoulder, letting the tiredness finally take over.

Hinata chuckles, setting his phone down and nudging Kageyama gently. “Let’s go to bed, Yama.”

Kageyama groans in response, waiting for Hinata to stand up. The moment Hinata gets to his feet, Kageyama drapes himself over Hinata’s back, his arms slung lazily around Hinata’s shoulders. Hinata huffs under the extra weight but doesn’t protest as he half-drags, half-guides them toward the bedroom.

Their usual banter is replaced by the quiet comfort of shared routines as they shuffle their way to bed, wrapped in the familiar warmth of each other’s presence.

Chapter Text

Hinata’s eyes sparkle as he takes in the scene before him, his smile wide and filled with awe. The same Tokyo air feels different in his lungs now, it’s charged and electric, as if the entire world has descended upon this tiny village. The entrance of the Olympic Village is alive—banners stretch across buildings, flags fluttering in the breeze, and the hum of countless languages blending into a steady, excited buzz.

It’s overwhelming in the best way. His heart pounds, caught between excitement and disbelief. Years of training, sacrifice and every ounce of effort, have led him here. The Olympics.

A light tap on his shoulder snaps him from his reverie.

Kageyama’s hand rests firmly on his back, grounding him. “Shou, let’s get checked in,” Kageyama says, motioning towards their team queued at security.

Hinata blinks, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He manages to smile at Kageyama before following him towards the queue. As they move, he casts another long look around, trying to commit every little detail to his memory.

Kageyama notices his lingering gaze and raises an eyebrow, silently asking, You good?

Hinata takes a deep breath, his excitement settling into something steadier. He flashes Kageyama a reassuring grin. "I'm fine," he murmurs. "Just… soaking it all in."

Kageyama nods, his expression mellowing slightly as they move through the check-in process. The energy of their teammates is infectious—everyone chatting, laughing, full of nervous excitement as they head towards the dorms. As they weave through the village, past food stalls, souvenir shops, and even a small spa, Hinata feels like they’ve stepped into another world. An Olympic bubble, detached from everything outside.

Despite the liveliness, Hinata drifts into his thoughts again. Every athlete they pass, every flag swaying in the breeze—it all reminds him of the long road he’s travelled to get here. The doubt he’s fought through. The relentless push to prove himself despite his height. Now, he’s standing among the best in the world.

Kageyama glances at him again, noticing his silence. This time, he tugs gently at Hinata’s sleeve. “We’ll check out these shops later, yeah?” His voice is softer, almost as if he's trying to root Hinata in the present.

Hinata nods, his voice quiet, “Yeah… sounds good.” But even as they walk, the weight of the moment settles in his chest, but it’s not a bad weight. It’s a steadying force. It reminds him that he’s here—finally, truly here.

Hours slip by in a blur of unpacking and settling in. Before Hinata knows it, the sun has dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep purples and oranges. The air buzzes with anticipation. It’s time for the Opening Ceremony.

The excitement has multiplied tenfold since their arrival. Now, packed in the corridor, waiting to march into the stadium, the electricity in the air is almost palpable. Goosebumps prickle along Hinata’s arms as the distant pulse of music and the occasional boom of fireworks reverberate through the ground. He closes his eyes, letting it all wash over him—the roar of the crowd, the bass thrum of music vibrating beneath his feet, and the charged anticipation hanging in the air, like the split second before a critical serve. He can almost see the future unfolding before him, a vast open court ready for him to seize his moment.

When he opens his eyes, his gaze immediately finds Kageyama, standing a little ahead. Their eyes lock, and for a heartbeat, the noise around them fades away. Kageyama's brow furrows with a hint of concern, but before he can speak, Hinata steps forward, his voice rising above the hum of the crowd.

“Tobio... We’re here. I’m here. This time, together with you.”

Kageyama’s expression softens instantly, the concern giving way to something deeper. He reaches for Hinata’s hands, gripping them tightly, his eyes filled with quiet resolve. "Together," he repeats, his voice low but firm.

As they step out into the stadium, the roar of the crowd washes over them like a wave. Hinata tilts his head back and laughs, pure joy bubbling up as the sheer magnitude of the moment sinks in. The vast arena, the sea of spectators, the overwhelming sensation of being on the Olympic stage—it feels surreal.

He glances at Kageyama, who looks back at him with that same exhilaration mirrored in his eyes.

Hinata mouths, “Let’s give them the best match they’ve ever seen,” his words swallowed by the roar of the crowd, but his meaning crystal clear.

Kageyama smirks, nodding firmly. “Always.”

~

The whistle blows, the referee motioning for the teams to switch sides of the court. It's the final day of the preliminary rounds, and Japan has just won the last set, evening the score against Poland. One more set and they'll secure their place in the quarterfinals.

Hinata wipes the sweat from his forehead, his chest heaving with the rush of adrenaline. His focus is razor-sharp, his eyes remain locked onto the court as though nothing else exists. There’s a steady fire behind them—a determination that’s only refined by years of hard work.

Kageyama walks beside him, silent but steady, their shoulders brushing as they head to the bench. Around them, their teammates gulp down water, catching their breath while the coach delivers final instructions.

"Keep up the momentum, boys," the coach says, voice clear but commanding. "The game is in our hands—don’t let them steal it back."

Hinata feels the pulse of the court beneath his shoes, vibrations travelling through his body like an extension of his own heartbeat. The atmosphere is familiar—just like the intense matches of high school, yet amplified by the grandeur of the world stage. As he stands, Kageyama sidles next to him, their silent partnership speaking louder than any words.

Hinata leans slightly into Kageyama, nudging his shoulder, his eyes still on the court. “Remember our last Interhigh preliminaries? It feels the same… yet completely different,” he says, his voice quiet but charged with excitement.

Kageyama’s gaze remains fixed ahead, but there’s a glint of recognition in his eyes, as if he’s been thinking the same thing. He nudges Hinata back, a delicate shoulder bump. “Let’s go,” he says simply, the words heavy with the weight of all the matches they’ve played together.

The whistle sounds, signalling the start of the next rally. Poland has the first serve. The ball slicing through the air with pinpoint accuracy. Hinata tracks it with sharp eyes, and in one fluid motion, he bumps it up with perfect control.

Kageyama is already in position, quick as a flash, his eyes locked on the ball. In a heartbeat, he sends a precise set toward Sakusa, who leaps with power and grace. But Poland’s libero anticipates the attack, diving to make the save. The ball rebounds back, faster and fiercer, as Poland’s spiker aims for a direct kill.

Hinata, Sakusa, and Bokuto rise in unison, their bodies forming a wall at the net. Yaku positions himself below them, ready for any deflection. The ball clips the top of the block, and Yaku digs it out, sending it high into the air.

Hinata lands, already sprinting across the court. His feet pound against the hardwood as he runs the entire width, drawing Poland’s blockers with him like moths to a flame. Kageyama’s eyes flicker—he sees the opening immediately, the gap left by the drawn defenders. Without hesitation, he delivers a perfect set to Ushijima, who slams the ball down with explosive force. The sound reverberates through the arena as the ball crashes onto Poland’s court, untouched.

First point to Japan.

Hinata grins, breathless but electrified. The thrill of competition courses through his veins, every fibre of his being ignited. Across the court, Kageyama meets his eyes, and for a fleeting moment, it feels like they’re back at Karasuno, just two boys chasing the same dream, and promising each other the world stage.

The next morning unfolds lazily for the entire team. After clinching their spot in the quarterfinals, everyone takes full advantage of the rest day, sleeping in as long as they can. By the time Hinata and Kageyama make their way to the cafeteria, it’s already late morning, and the quiet hum of athletes in various stages of relaxation fills the air.

As they enter the large dining hall, the delicious aroma of food immediately hits them—a mouth-watering blend of global cuisines mixed with the strong, comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee. Hinata’s stomach growls in response, and without a second thought, he makes a beeline for the food, leaving Kageyama chuckling softly behind him.

Hinata grabs a tray from the stack, practically bouncing on his feet as he waves Kageyama over. “Come on, sleepy-yama! You need fuel too!”

Kageyama follows at a more measured pace, watching with amusement as Hinata enthusiastically starts piling a seemingly random assortment of food onto his tray. There’s his mandatory bowl of miso soup, a plate of toast with baked beans, a small portion of pho, a serving of shakshuka with a bagel, a chocolate muffin perched precariously on top, and a side of fruit for good measure.

Kageyama raises an eyebrow, giving Hinata a scandalized look. "Really? All of that together?"

Hinata scoffs. “I’m a growing boy! I need my energy to jump,” he declares proudly, pouring himself a tall glass of juice.

Kageyama snorts, grabbing his own tray with more sensible options. As he walks beside Hinata, he can’t help but glance at the chaotic tray of food again, biting back a smile. “It looks like a buffet exploded on your plate.”

“Exactly!” Hinata grins. “Variety is the spice of life, y’know?”

They settle at an empty table, and the world ebbs away as they dig into their breakfast. Though the silence is soon filled with Hinata’s animated chatter, as he offers Kageyama strange food combinations. “Oh my god, Tobio, you have to taste this—shakshuka and muffin together is life-changing!”

Despite himself, Kageyama takes a bite, pretending to grumble but secretly enjoying the spontaneity of Hinata’s taste tests. They even go back for seconds, grabbing a few more options to try together.

Just as Kageyama is feeling content, enjoying the easy rhythm of their time together, his domestic bliss is disrupted by Hinata’s social magnetism. Since the opening ceremony, Hinata has somehow made more friends than Kageyama has ever had the social battery for. It’s like he has befriended half the village—he waves over anyone he recognizes, from teammates to rivals, to athletes from entirely different sports.

Soon, their small table expands to accommodate a lively group of at least twenty athletes, all chatting and laughing animatedly. Hinata, naturally, is at the centre of it, bonding with others over food recommendations and trading stories of memorable competitions. Kageyama sits beside him, nodding occasionally and adding a comment or two, but mainly content observing Hinata thrive in the bustling atmosphere.

The peace doesn’t last long as a familiar voice interrupts from across the table.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Tobio,” Oikawa’s voice cuts through the chatter, and he drops his tray on the table with a playful grin. “Long time no see.” He slides into a seat directly across from Kageyama, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Kageyama scowls automatically, but there’s no real edge to it. “What are you doing here, Oikawa?”

Oikawa leans back, stretching out theatrically and showing off his jersey. “Oh, I’m just here to catch up with my dear junior, and—” he turns to Hinata with a smirk—“to see what all the fuss is about. I could hear you guys from across the hall.”

Hinata, unfazed, grins and offers Oikawa a piece of watermelon from his tray. “Here, try this! It’s surprisingly good with pho.”

Oikawa raises an eyebrow but accepts the fruit. “Not bad, Shouyou.” He leans back, fixing his gaze on Kageyama again. “So, Tobio, enjoying yourself? You know, we might just meet in the finals—if you make it, that is.”

Kageyama scoffs, bracing himself to fire back, but before he can say anything, Oikawa whips out his phone. “By the way, have you seen this?” He pulls up a news article showing the JNT celebrating after their recent win. He zooms in on a particular group hug snapshot where Kageyama’s hand is wrapped around Hinata’s waist—looking far more intimate than intended.

A smirk spreads across Oikawa’s face. “You two really know how to keep the internet talking,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

Hinata glances at the screen and lets out a playful huff. “Tooru, stop teasing my Tobio!” he exclaims, cheeks flushing slightly as he reaches over to swat at Oikawa.

Oikawa chuckles, shaking his head as he digs into his breakfast. “You two are just too much,” he says, clearly enjoying himself. “But hey, at least you’re keeping things interesting. I’ll be watching—on and off the court.”

Not long after, the group swells with more athletes joining in, with Oikawa introducing members of the Argentina team. Hinata, naturally, is in full swing, chatting with anyone and everyone while Kageyama sits back, content to let him shine.

Eventually, Kageyama checks the time and nudges Hinata. “Shouyou, it’s time.”

Hinata snaps his head toward Kageyama. “Already?” He glances around the table. “Well, if you’ll excuse us, we’re off to watch the beach volleyball games.” He stands up with his tray, following Kageyama.

Oikawa watches them leave, a gleeful expression on his face as Hinata sneaks two more muffins from the buffet and wraps them neatly in tissues. As he catches up to Kageyama, he hands one over. “Here, for later,” Hinata says, grinning.

Kageyama takes it, shaking his head with a fond smile. “Dumbass.”

Later, during a break between the matches, Hinata and Kageyama are sitting side by side on the bleachers, their heads bent close together as they focus intently on Hinata’s phone. Both wear classic Olympic logo sunglasses, squinting against the sun as they scroll through Hinata’s gallery, picking out game highlights for his social media posts.

“Tobio, look! You look so pretty in this one,” Hinata says excitedly, pointing at a candid shot of Kageyama setting the ball and selecting it.

Kageyama pouts slightly, taking a sip of his juice before grumbling, “Pretty isn’t the word I’d use.” Still, he can’t hide the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Not to be outdone, he pulls out his own phone to curate a post, choosing a mix of team photos and sneaking in a few shots of Hinata in mid-action. He nudges Hinata and shows him the draft. “What do you think? I’ve got more pretty pictures than you.”

Hinata leans closer, squinting at the screen before breaking into a grin. “Perfect! You even got my good side,” he teases, giving Kageyama a playful nudge.

Once their posts are live, Hinata scrolls through the various Olympic hashtags, sharing his screen with Kageyama, skimming through the public reactions.

MikasaBall @servetoss
*Attached GIF of Kageyama and Hinata’s freak quick*
Their freak quicks are INSANE 🔥🔥🔥
Do the laws of physics even apply?🤯😱

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SpikerSquad @volleycrazy
Kageyama always knows where Hinata is. It’s like he has a built-in Hinata GPS 😂😂

SunAndMoon @jumpspike
They’re actually just using telepathy at this point. There’s no other explanation✨✨

VBallObsessed @spikestory
*A clip of Hinata setting the ball to Kageyama*
I swear every time I think I’ve seen their best play, they pull this out of nowhere. HOW?! 🤯👏

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BestDuo @duothedream
They just gave an interview where Kageyama said Hinata's energy is 'unmatchable.'
Like bro isn’t the one riling him up half the time 😂💥

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SkyHigh @flyingshrimp
They truly matched each other’s freak 🤭

VolleyGossip @vbtea
*Attached Image of Kageyama and Hinata at the beach volleyball event, loudly cheering for opposite teams*
I swear they were more competitive with each other than the actual players on the court 😂💀
#RivalsInLove

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VolleySpotter @eyesonvb
Not them having matching sunglasses and looking like they’re plotting world domination ☀️🕶️
#PowerCouple

SetterShipper @servinglooks
They’re probably making bets on who wins😂💸

As Hinata scrolls through more posts, Kageyama leans in to peek at the screen. He spots a video clip of their beach volleyball cheering and smirks. “See? You can’t stop turning everything into a competition.”

Hinata laughs, nudging Kageyama playfully. “You’re just mad because my team won.” He sticks out his tongue teasingly before adding, “Besides, you were yelling so loud I thought you’d lose your voice.”

Kageyama huffs, crossing his arms. “I was just trying to match your volume.”

Hinata scrolls a bit further and sees a meme that someone made of their synchronized reactions on the bench during a tense moment in their match, both looking utterly focused and perfectly in sync.

VolleyMemes @blockheadbanter
* Attached side-by-side shot of Kageyama and Hinata leaning forward, eyes locked on the court*
When you and your bestie are so connected you even stress out the same way 😂👯‍♂️

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“We even freak out together!” Hinata says, laughing so hard he nearly drops his phone.

Kageyama snorts, leaning in closer to get a better look at the meme, his shoulder pressing against Hinata’s. But just then, the game on the court resumes, pulling them back into the excitement as the crowd cheers around them.

~

The scoreboard reads 15-14 in favour of Japan.

It’s match point. The tension is suffocating. Every breath in the stadium is held. All eyes are locked on the court. Sweat drips down Kageyama’s forehead, but his focus is razor-sharp as he tosses the ball into the air for his serve. He launches himself into the air, the sound of his hand smacking the ball ringing through the arena like a gunshot.

It ricochets off the USA’s libero, the perfect serve is now a wild, high ball that crosses back over to Japan’s side. Everything happens in a blur—players scrambling, bodies moving on instinct. Motoya digs it out, keeping the ball alive, his arms vibrating from the impact.

The ball hangs in the air, spinning slowly and seemingly defying gravity.

Both Kageyama and Atsumu are on the court—two of Japan’s top setters, but there’s no time to think about who will take the touch. The exhaustion is pounding in Kageyama’s veins, but his mind is moving faster than his body.

Atsumu moves in first. In a flash, the ball is his.

Hinata is already airborne, eyes locked on the ball as if it’s destined for him. His heart is pounding in his ears, and every muscle screams from the endless hours of play. His leap pulls all of the USA’s blockers toward him; he’s the most obvious threat.

But Atsumu, in a split-second decision, does the unexpected.

The ball doesn’t go to Hinata.

It’s a perfect feint—a sharp, snappy set sails just behind him, and before the USA can react, Kageyama is there. The ball hovers above him like it’s meant for him alone, waiting to be claimed. With every ounce of strength left in his body, he spikes it down hard.

The ball slams into the court, untouched, the thud of it reverberating through the floor.

The scoreboard blinks: 16-14. Bronze is theirs.

For a split second, there’s a stunned silence, as if everyone’s brains need to catch up to the moment. Then, the stadium erupts, the roar of the crowd crashing over them like a wave. The realization hits like a bolt of lightning, and suddenly Kageyama is stumbling forward, his vision blurred with emotion.

The next thing he knows, Hinata is there, clutching his shoulder, and then the entire team surrounds them—sweaty, exhausted, triumphant. They form a tight circle, arms slung over each other’s shoulders, bouncing in celebration. The weight of every missed point, every set, every spike lifts in the heat of victory. Laughter echoes, mingling with the hot air and the deafening cheers of the crowd.

Hinata throws his head back, a wild laugh tearing from his throat, his hand still gripping Kageyama’s jersey. Their eyes meet amidst the chaos, the connection between them sparking like electricity.

“We did it, Tobio,” Hinata gasps, his breath ragged but his smile impossibly wide. His chest is heaving, but there’s the fire in his eyes that’s always looking ahead. “But next time… next time, we’re going for gold.”

“Shou,” Kageyama’s gaze softens as his competitive edge still burning even in victory. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “You better jump higher next time.”

Hinata grins, his laughter bubbling up again. “And you better toss to me more, Tobio!”

The crowd’s roar continues as they head back to the net to shake hands with their opponents, but even amidst the celebration, another promise holds them together: they’ll be back—stronger, faster, better.

~

The celebratory spirit carries on through the final days of the Olympics. The medal ceremony has just concluded, and now, as the end of the Olympics draws near, the entire volleyball association gathers for one last celebration in the banquet hall of the village.

The late afternoon sun pours through the skylight, casting a warm, golden glow across the hall. Tall tables are scattered throughout the space, adorned with glasses of champagne, sparkling water, and various beverages, along with platters of light snacks.

The air is filled with the hum of conversations in multiple languages, along with the sound of clinking glasses, and the faint delicate notes of a classical piano.

Athletes mingle in small groups, dressed in a mix of formal and semi-formal attire. The excitement ripples across the room as old rivals reunite exchanging smiles and friendly jabs while others introduce themselves to stars they’ve only ever admired from afar.

Across the room, the Japanese team is scattered, enjoying the celebration at their own pace, while Hinata pulls Kageyama from one group to the next. He bounces from conversation to conversation, offering heartfelt congratulations and trading praises as he moves through the room with infectious energy.

For Kageyama, it feels like a first. Although this isn't his first Olympics, it’s the first time he has truly allowed himself to enjoy the experience, to soak in the moment and let the celebration wash over him. And it’s all because of Hinata, whose presence seems to make every moment more vibrant and meaningful. It's as if the joy of the Games has finally reached him, and Kageyama allows himself to feel lighter, smiling more often than he’s used to.

He watches as Hinata enthusiastically mimics a spike while chatting with a group of athletes. Kageyama chuckles quietly, feeling a warmth spread in his chest as he follows Hinata’s lead, letting himself be pulled into the throng of conversation and laughter.

As they weave through the room, Kageyama spots a familiar cluster of blue and white jerseys—Italy’s national team, and among them, a few of his teammates from Ali Roma. He tugs on Hinata’s sleeve, gesturing towards them.

“Shou,” Kageyama murmurs, a hint of pride in his voice. “I want you to meet some people.”

Lorenzo, Ali Roma’s captain, is the first to spot them. He strides forward with a wide grin, pulling Kageyama into a friendly side hug. “Tobio! Congratulations—team Japan played brilliantly,” he exclaims, giving Kageyama’s back a hearty pat.

Aldo, ever the energetic one, bounces over next, delivering a loud, enthusiastic high five before turning his attention to Hinata with a broad grin. “Hinata Shouyou, right? It’s a pleasure! We’ve been talking about your plays—your style is so dynamic, it’s incredible!” He raises a hand for a high five, which Hinata eagerly meets.

Hinata grins bashfully at the praise, his eyes bright. "Thank you! I’ve watched your matches too—you guys are amazing.”

Dante, the outside hitter, waves with a small smile. “Congrats Tobio,” he says softly before offering a polite nod to Hinata.

Cassio, the opposite hitter, steps forward with a polite nod. “Tobio talks about you a lot,” he says before leaning in closer to Kageyama, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “This is your partner, right?”

A flush of colour spreads across Kageyama’s cheeks as he nods, his voice a little more sheepish than usual. “Yeah, um… This is Shouyou. Opposite hitter... and, yeah, my partner.”

Hinata’s bashful smile only widens as he’s introduced, but he’s quick to turn the conversation back to the team, peppering them with compliments about their own games and matches.

As the conversation flows naturally, their Japanese teammates eventually join them, creating a blend of athletes from both teams. Kageyama finds himself introducing his Ali Roma teammates and sharing stories, laughter, and the occasional inside joke about their training sessions in Italy.

As the laughter echoes around him, Kageyama notices Hinata’s attention drifting towards another group across the room. Following Hinata’s line of sight, he spots a few familiar faces wearing Brazil’s green and yellow colours—the national team. Recognizing some of the players from the Asas São Paulo roster, Hinata’s eyes light up with curiosity and eagerness.

“Go say hi,” Kageyama says with a small smile, nudging Hinata in the direction of the Brazilian players.

Hinata beams and gives a quick nod. “I’ll be right back!” he says before jogging over to introduce himself.

When Hinata approaches, the Brazilian players’ faces light up with recognition. “Ninja Shouyou!” one of them calls out with a grin, extending a hand in greeting.

The Brazilian team welcomes Hinata with open arms, and a buzz of excitement ripples through the group as they chat animatedly. Hinata is immediately at ease, exchanging handshakes and laughing as they pepper him with questions about his upcoming move to Brazil and the season with them.

From a distance, Kageyama watches, his gaze softening. The room around him feels quieter as the weight of reality sinks in slowly. It’s all ending—the Olympics, their shared life, the ease of reaching out and touching him. Soon, they’ll be back on separate paths, facing new challenges halfway across the world.

Brazil. Italy. Long distance. Time zones. Again.

Suddenly, as if reading Kageyama’s thoughts, Hinata spins around on his heel, and sprints towards Kageyama at full speed. Kageyama’s eyebrows shoot up, bewildered, as Hinata skids to a halt right in front of him. Without hesitation, Hinata grabs Kageyama’s hand, his eyes wide with intensity.

“The Olympics is ending,” Hinata blurts out, breathless.

Kageyama chuckles softly, squeezing Hinata's hand. “Yeah, dumbass. I know.”

Hinata doesn’t miss a beat, his voice rising a little louder than he intends. “So… should we get married?”

The words hang in the air like a sudden silence.

Conversations halt mid-sentence, heads whip around in unison, and the entire JNT, along with several nearby athletes, stare at them in varying states of shock, amusement, and disbelief.

Kageyama’s mind goes blank for a moment, then floods with emotions—surprise, joy, disbelief. A huge, goofy grin breaks across his face. “Can we?” His voice cracks with excitement. “Like, right now? Let’s get married right now.”

Suna, who is already poised with his phone, has hit the record button the moment Hinata spoke. “Congrats, you two,” he quips, zooming in on Hinata’s beaming face and Kageyama’s laugh. “Here’s your engagement video.”

Nearby, Ushijima takes on the role of translator, explaining the scene to Kageyama’s Ali Roma teammates in his endearingly formal English. “They… are going to marry… now.”

The Ali Roma players’ faces light up in a mix of amusement and disbelief. Lorenzo grins, giving Kageyama a thumbs-up. “Good luck, Tobio!” Aldo laughs, slinging an arm around Dante’s shoulders. “I knew this Olympics would be full of surprises, but this steals the show!”

Suddenly, Bokuto bursts through the crowd with his signature enthusiasm, his voice booming across the hall. “Are you serious?! This is the BEST thing ever!” He turns around, waving his arms urgently. “Someone find a cake! We need a wedding cake!”

Atsumu, never one to let an opportunity for drama slip by, sighs dramatically and slumps against Sakusa’s shoulder. “So this is how it happens, huh? No build-up, no big speeches. Just bam—marriage.”

Sakusa rubs his temples, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite himself. “Trust Hinata to make it a spectacle.”

Hoshiumi, completely missing the point, looks around frantically. “Do you even have rings? You need rings, right?”

Hinata and Kageyama both blink at him, the thought clearly never crossing their minds.

Yaku pinches the bridge of his nose. “You two…” He sighs. “And don’t you want your friends and family here? This isn’t some kind of courthouse drive-thru!”

The duo freezes, realization dawning on their faces. “Oh yeah!” Hinata exclaims, slapping his forehead. “We should, uh, probably call our families.”

Kageyama nods, already fumbling for his phone. “Five-minute break!” he announces as the duo hurriedly scatter, making frantic phone calls to their families and high school friends, repeating the same message to everyone: “Meet us at the courthouse—we’re getting married. Now. Hurry.”

Luckily, their families and friends are all nearby or in Tokyo for the Olympics, and no one even bats an eye at the abruptness. They’ve known these two long enough to expect the unexpected.

While the duo is busy coordinating, the rest of the JNT springs into action.

Atsumu, of course, is the first to pull out his phone, stretching dramatically as he dials. “Oi, Osamu,” he says, smirking. “Clear out the restaurant, yeah? We’ve got an emergency wedding reception to host. You’ve got their friends and families and half the Olympic volleyball world to feed.”

Osamu’s voice comes through, faintly incredulous. “Are you messing with me?”

“Dead serious,” Atsumu replies, glancing over at the soon-to-be-married pair who look like kids on Christmas morning. “You’ve got an hour to make it happen. Get cooking.”

Hinata and Kageyama turn back to the group, blinking in surprise as the whole scene sinks in. “Wait… you’re all coming?” Hinata asks, his voice full of wonder.

A chorus of laughter and cheers erupts from the group. “Like we’d miss this!” Bokuto exclaims, pulling them into a bear hug. “This is THE event of the Olympics!”

Oikawa, who has somehow materialized beside them, winks at Hinata. “I told you two to keep things interesting, but this… you’ve truly outdone yourselves.”

In the corner, Ushijima continues to translates the commotion for the São Paulo and Ali Roma players, who cheer and offer congratulations. One of Hinata’s new Brazilian teammates gives him a playful nudge. “Looks like we’ve got a wedding to crash,” he jokes.

Lorenzo claps Kageyama on the back. “We’ll be there to see you tie the knot, Tobio. Don’t worry—we’ll cheer just as loud as we did for the match.”

As the plan takes shape, Suna dramatically sighs, still holding his phone. “I need to get a dramatic shot of you two walking out of here. So, make it look cinematic, okay?”

“Ready to go?” Hinata asks, his voice soft as he caresses Kageyama’s ring finger. “We can figure out the rings later—I just want to marry you right now.”

Kageyama laces his fingers with Hinata’s, his heart racing with excitement, their hands interlocked. “Yeah… same. Should we make a run for it?”

With that, they start heading toward the exit—until they realize they’re not exactly within walking distance of a courthouse. The entire group ends up awkwardly lingering at the entrance of the Olympic Village.

Sakusa sighs, already pulling out his phone. “I guess I’m calling a bus,” he mutters as he dials the JNT bus driver. “Can we get the team bus ready? We’re going to… a wedding. Yes, now. No, I’m not joking.”

Laughter ripples through the crowd, as Sakusa rolls his eyes at the confusion on the other end of the line. “Yeah, the whole team. Plus a few extras,” he adds, glancing at the São Paulo and Ali Roma players, as well as Oikawa, who’s grinning like he’s about to watch the season finale of his favourite drama.

By the time the bus pulls up, it’s met with cheers, and everyone piles in—an Olympic entourage of volleyball players, packed onto a bus and heading off to witness the most spontaneous wedding any of them had ever imagined.

The bus rolls into the courthouse parking lot just half an hour before closing time. As the athletes start to disembark, Kuroo suddenly boards the bus, blocking the aisle with a dramatic wave of his arm.

"Hold it right there!" Kuroo booms, his tone carrying the unmistakable weight of JVA authority as he scans the bus, taking in the sight of all the grinning athletes who look like overexcited kids on a field trip. “Do you all realize that you can’t just waltz into a courthouse after winning an Olympic medal, especially when your medal ceremony aired worldwide today? You two”—he points at Hinata and Kageyama—“just won bronze, and the entire world saw it.”

The chatter dies down immediately, a hush falling over the bus. The colour drains slightly from Hinata’s and Kageyama’s faces, as the magnitude of their spontaneity sinks in.

Kuroo smirks, letting the tension hang for a beat before breaking it with a chuckle. “Relax. I’ve arranged a private room. Wear these face masks and follow me discreetly. And by discreetly, I mean actually try to blend in. No making a scene, I don’t want to see any of your faces on the news tomorrow unless it’s for winning that medal.”

The entire entourage shuffles off the bus, trying to look discreet, which is nearly impossible for a busload of Olympic athletes—most of them towering over any average passerby. They walk in a long line, heads slightly bowed, as if somehow, no one will notice a parade of muscular, six-foot-tall volleyball players.

When they enter the courthouse, they’re met with an unexpected sight. The private room is small but beautifully set up, with simple wooden furniture, a small altar in the centre, and rows of seats arranged around it. Fresh flowers adorn the space, adding a touch of warmth and elegance.

The biggest surprise, however, is seeing their families and close friends already there, waiting with wide smiles and tear-bright eyes.

Hinata’s heart leaps into his throat as Yachi steps forward, flanked by Natsu and Miwa. Yachi holds out two delicate flower brooches, clearly handmade, her fingertips slightly tainted green. “Here,” she says, beaming as she pins them onto their suits. “They look perfect on you two.”

Hinata swallows hard, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Kageyama, looking equally touched but holding it together, nods appreciatively. “Thanks… from both of us.”

Miwa and Natsu step up next, holding out bouquets and some important-looking paperwork. “You two realize you actually have to fill these out, right?” Miwa deadpans, waving the marriage documents in front of their faces. “And you’ve got about ten minutes before the office closes, so chop-chop.”

Panic spreads across Hinata and Kageyama’s faces. “Ten minutes?!” Hinata gasps, scrambling for a pen like he’s about to sit a final exam.

As they scribble furiously, Hinata pauses mid-signature. “Wait, do we need IDs?” he asks, looking around in a slight panic.

Tsukishima rolls his eyes from the sidelines. “Don’t you have your driver’s license on you? For once, use that brain of yours.”

Hinata and Kageyama frantically dig through their wallets, fumbling for their licenses. Their sisters hover over their shoulders, reading out the details as they hurriedly fill out the forms.

Just as they start to calm down, Kageyama's eyes widen again. “Wait, they need birth certificates too?” He looks up, confused. “We just played in the Olympics—they can just Google us, right?”

The room erupts into laughter, with Kenma lifting his phone to start a live stream, connecting to their old Karasuno teammates scattered across Japan. “Guess what’s happening, guys,” he says, holding up the phone as familiar grins appear on the screen.

Their moms step forward in unison, each holding out an envelope. “Already got them,” Kageyama’s mom says with a knowing smile. “We figured you might need a little help with this part. Moms always come prepared.”

As they take the envelopes, their eyes drift to the back of the room, where both their dads stand quietly side by side, sharing a look before nodding with unspoken pride. Hinata’s dad gives a small, reassuring nod, while Kageyama’s dad offers a warm smile that reaches his eyes, the kind of smile that says everything without needing words.

Kageyama’s throat tightens as he realizes how much their families had anticipated and supported this moment all along. “Thanks, Mom,” he whispers, his voice just loud enough to carry across the room.

With the paperwork finally in order, the officiant steps up to the altar, glancing at the clock and then back at the couple. “Looks like we’re all set. Are you two ready?”

Kageyama and Hinata exchange a glance before nodding, their hands still clasped together. As they step up to the altar, the room quiets, the weight of the moment settling over them.

Just before they sign, Yamaguchi leans over and whispers loudly, with a cheeky grin, “Do we get to hear vows? We need the vows.”

A wave of agreement ripples through the room as their friends nod eagerly. Kageyama looks flustered, while Hinata’s eyes widen at the sudden pressure. But then, a soft laugh escapes him, and he squeezes Kageyama’s hand for comfort, finding strength in the familiar warmth.

Hinata clears his throat, his gaze never wavering from Kageyama’s. “Tobio… you were the first person who ever truly believed in me. You saw something in me when no one else did—not even me. You've always pushed me to jump higher, run faster, and reach for things I never thought I could. Because of you, I learned how to dream bigger… and I learned how to keep chasing those dreams.”

His voice trembles but doesn’t break. “You became my rival, my partner… and somewhere along the way, you became my anchor.” He takes a deep breath, his grip tightening on Kageyama’s hand. “Tobio… I promise you, with everything I am, to love you, to cherish you, and to cheer for you. I promise to stand by your side—for all the years ahead of us, and for every moment after.”

Kageyama’s eyes glisten with emotion, his grip firm on Hinata’s hand. He takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice steady but filled with raw emotion. “Shou, you’ve always been the light in my life. The one who brought warmth and colour into everything I did. You healed me when I didn’t even know I was hurting. You didn’t just make me a better volleyball player… you made me more than that. You made me… whole.”

He pauses, watching as tears begin to roll down Hinata’s flushed cheeks, but his eyes stay firmly locked on Kageyama.

“And because of you… my world feels brighter, like there’s finally room for more than just winning and losing. There’s joy, there’s laughter… there’s love. I promise you, Shou… I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you just as happy. I will always be by your side, supporting you, encouraging you, and loving you. Always.”

The world seems to melt away as Hinata crashes into Kageyama’s chest, his tear-soaked face pressing into him. Kageyama wraps his arms around him, pulling him close, his palm tracing soothing circles on Hinata’s back. The sound of sniffles echoes around the room, and it’s clear there isn’t a dry eye left in the room.

The officiant, after discreetly dabbing his eyes with a tissue, gestures toward the documents with a small smile. “If you could just sign here… and here.”

Hinata and Kageyama pull apart, sharing a small, nervous laugh as they scribble their signatures. Once the final stroke of the pen is done, Kageyama hesitates for just a second, then looks at Hinata with a soft smile, his voice barely above a whisper. "May I?"

Hinata nods, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, and without needing any more words, Kageyama gently cups Hinata’s cheek, leaning down to place a soft, tender kiss on his lips. It’s not dramatic—just a quiet, private moment shared in front of everyone who matters. The room seems to collectively exhale, and someone (probably Oikawa) lets out an exaggerated “Awww!”

As they pull away, still holding hands, Hinata laughs shakily, the tears still in his eyes but his smile so wide it lights up his whole face. His puffy eyes and flushed cheeks only add to the genuine happiness radiating from him.

Suna, still sniffling into his phone as he records, whispers, “This is gold. Pure gold.”

With the formalities complete, they turn to face their families and friends, who immediately rush forward to offer congratulations. Natsu, with a mischievous grin, whips out a camera to capture the moment, and everyone gathers around for photos. Hinata and Kageyama stand side by side, both grinning with pure joy. Kageyama’s hand never leaves Hinata’s back, while Hinata’s smile, paired with his puffy eyes, is brighter than anyone has ever seen.

Their friends circle in for group photos, everyone jostling to be near the newlyweds. Bokuto’s booming voice cuts through the chatter, “Alright! Enough with the tears. Let’s head to Onigiri Miya for the reception! Osamu’s waiting with food!”

The group cheers in agreement, and the celebratory mood reignites as they head for the bus. Kageyama and Hinata share one more quiet glance, their hands still linked as they’re swept up into the excitement of the moment.

The night belongs to them, full of celebration, love, and a touch of chaos.

Of course, Kuroo’s wishes of ‘No making a scene’ don’t quite pan out. By morning, the headlines have already rolled in:

Japan Times: Olympic Athletes Take Over Tokyo Streets: Spontaneous Midnight Celebration Unites Japan, Italy, and Brazil Teams

Late-night festivities swept across Tokyo as members of the Japan National Team, joined by athletes from Italy and Brazil, were spotted in the streets hugging, crying, and cheering. Passersby reported spontaneous singing, bursts of laughter, and even a few cartwheels. What sparked this outpouring of emotion remains a mystery. [More]

Entertainment Japan: Athletes from Japan, Italy, and Brazil Storm Local Restaurant

Osamu Miya’s famed restaurant, Onigiri Miya, became the site of an unexpected late-night celebration when dozens of athletes from around the world packed the place. Sources claim the celebration featured karaoke, celebratory speeches, and an impromptu conga line weaving between tables. However, no one seems to know what prompted the festivities. [More]

Tokyo News Network: Olympic Party Spills Into Convenience Store Raid at Midnight

What happens when over a dozen athletes from three national teams invade a 24-hour convenience store? Pure chaos. Japan’s National Volleyball Team, accompanied by members of Brazil and Italy’s teams, were spotted stocking up on snacks and drinks before heading back to their celebration. Security footage shows a mix of party hats, face paints, and what looks like an impromptu dance party in the aisles. One witness claimed they saw a Brazilian volleyball player attempt to buy an entire shelf of instant ramen. [More]

Tokyo Sun: A Parade of Olympic Athletes… or Something More?

Late-night antics continued as the entire JNT, joined by Brazilian and Italian volleyball stars—and one suspiciously familiar face in an Argentina jersey—were seen parading around Tokyo in pajamas and party hats. Social media is buzzing with theories after photos and videos surfaced of the group laughing, crying, and even dancing in the streets. The question remains: Why were these teams celebrating together? Speculation runs wild, but no official announcements have been made. [More]

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The sound of rolling suitcases bounces off the walls of the empty apartment as Hinata wheels the last one to the doorway. He pauses, casting a long gaze at the suitcases standing side by side, then lets his eyes wander across the living room.

The apartment is nearly bare now—furniture gone, shelves empty, the traces of their time together packed away. The polished wooden floor gleams in the fading sunlight, making the room feel even vaster, emptier. He glances down at the platinum band on his finger, the milgrain edges catching the last light of day.

He spins the ring absentmindedly and calls out, “Tobio, check the bedroom for me, please?”

“Yup, just doing that,” Kageyama replies from the other room.

A few moments later, he appears from the bedroom, dressed comfortably, holding a familiar gleaming chain in his hand. “You forgot this, Shou,” he says softly, stepping closer.

Hinata’s face softens as he meets him halfway. “Thanks, I left it with yours earlier.”

Without a word, Kageyama stretches out his hand. Understanding the unspoken request, Hinata slips his ring off and hands it over. Kageyama threads it onto the chain, and with deliberate care, reaches behind Hinata to fasten the necklace around his neck. The gesture is slow, deliberate, as if they’re both savouring this moment of quiet intimacy.

Hinata stands still, feeling Kageyama’s fingers brush lightly against the nape of his neck, the warmth of his breath as he leans in to clasp the chain. Hinata’s gaze drifts down to the matching ring that already hangs on Kageyama’s chest. For a moment, both rings sparkle together, swaying slightly as if acknowledging one another.

With Kageyama’s arms still loosely around his shoulders, Hinata pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around Kageyama’s waist until there’s no space left between them.

“Husband-yama,” Hinata teases gently, his voice light. “How about a dance? Like in the movies? We have this whole dance floor to ourselves.”

Kageyama hesitates, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, but before he can respond, Hinata sways them both gently, a grin tugging at his lips. It’s infectious—Kageyama’s mouth softens into a smile as Hinata takes a step back, his hand gliding down Kageyama’s arm before grasping his right hand and twirling him unexpectedly.

A rare laugh bubbles up from Kageyama, breaking the tension that had settled in the room. In response, he spins Hinata, and suddenly, the apartment is alive with their shared joy. The empty space fills with the sound of their laughter as they twirl and dip each other with playful exaggerated motions.

Gradually, the dance slows. The twirls soften, and the playful energy melts into something more tender. They sway in the centre of the living room, no music needed, just the quiet rhythm of their breaths and the warmth shared between them. Hinata rests his head against Kageyama’s shoulder, his arms tightening around his waist.

Kageyama dips his face into Hinata’s curls, breathing him in as his fingers trace the nape of Hinata’s neck, playing with the soft strands of hair there. “Your hair’s getting longer,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm.

Hinata hums softly, his cheek nestled against Kageyama’s shoulder.

Kageyama’s fingers continue their slow dance in Hinata’s hair. “I like it,” he admits softly, before adding with a teasing lilt, “though you could use a haircut.”

“I know,” Hinata whispers, his voice barely audible. “I’ll get one later… in Brazil.”

Kageyama’s heart skips a beat at the quiet implication. He tightens his embrace, as if trying to memorise the feel of Hinata pressed so closely, the way their bodies fit together in the quiet space. “Let’s stay like this for a while,” he says, his voice tinged with a silent plea.

Hinata chuckles softly, the sound delicate in the stillness. “Your heart just sped up,” he teases before closing his eyes, as if to memorize the feel of Kageyama’s heartbeat against his own.

But a soft alarm breaks the silence, pulling them back to reality. Kageyama sighs, barely lifting his head. “That’s the timer… We should probably go.”

Hinata doesn’t move, his voice small and pleading. “A few more minutes?”

Kageyama’s lips quirk into a smile. “Yeah, if you miss your flight, I’ll just sneak you into my suitcase so you can come with me to Italy.”

“Exactly,” Hinata murmurs, pressing his face closer into Kageyama’s shoulder. “So… just a few more minutes.”

They stay like that, swaying softly, as the sun dips below the horizon and the world outside beckons—but for now, they continue to hold each other, stealing a few more precious moments before the distance claims them again.

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The crisp morning air sweeps across Hinata’s face as he bikes along the bustling path near Parque Ibirapuera. The breeze curls through his short hair, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and freshly cut grass. He breathes in deeply, filling his lungs with the warmth of São Paulo, letting the city’s vibrant energy awaken him.

With his headphones on, he calls out over the gentle rush of wind, “Tobio, you still there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Kageyama’s voice crackles, slightly muffled by background noise. “Just grabbed lunch.”

Hinata swerves around a pedestrian, waving and offering a quick smile. “Oh, what did you get?” he asks, his voice light.

Kageyama’s voice takes on a practised rhythm, recounting his meal, his morning practice, the small successes with his teammates, and everything in between. As Hinata weaves through the park, following a familiar route, the scenery unfolds—trees swaying lazily, joggers passing by, and the park’s lake reflecting the morning sunlight.

This has become their routine: Hinata biking to his training centre in Brazil while Kageyama keeps him company during his lunch break in Italy. It’s one of the small but constant ways they kept the world from feeling so big, as their voices filled the spaces between time zones.

“So, how are you?” Kageyama asks, his tone softening.

Hinata’s grin widens. “Much happier now that I’ve heard your voice,” he replies, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Kageyama’s laugh crackles through the call, the clinking of cutlery against a ceramic plate punctuating the sound. “Dumbass.”

Hinata coasts down a gentle hill, breathing in the crisp air. “Hey, Tobio… can I confess something?”

There’s a pause on the other end, and he can almost picture Kageyama’s brow furrowing. “Huh? What is it?”

Hinata’s laugh is light, carried away by the breeze. “I was just thinking... it’s nice to be back here, you know?” he says, his voice softening. “Five years ago, I was here, training so hard, pushing myself to catch up to where you were… unsure if I’d ever reach the stage you were already standing on.”

He lets the words linger, but before he can continue, Kageyama cuts in, voice steady and clear. “And now, you’re not just standing on the same stage… you’re winning an Olympic medal, climbing higher every day… with me.”

Hinata feels a surge of warmth at Kageyama’s words, the kind that starts in the chest and spreads outward. He chuckles as he turns the corner into the training facility. "Yeah, and married to you!"

Kageyama’s voice is warm with pride. “Yup, with witnesses and vows.”

As Hinata dismounts and locks his bike, he switches on his camera, coming face to face with Kageyama, whose cheeks are puffed like a squirrel’s as he shoves a spoonful of food into his mouth. “Also, my dear husband,” Hinata says with exaggerated formality, “I’m loving this five-hour time difference compared to our twelve and seven-hour gap before. Huge improvement!”

Kageyama nods as he chews, and a familiar voice chimes in from the background. “Shouyou! It’s been ages—we miss you!” Aldo calls out, his tray clattering onto the table next to Kageyama.

Hinata burst into laughter as Kageyama scoots over to give a clearer view of Aldo, Cassio, and Lorenzo, all grinning at the camera.

As the conversation bubbles with banter, Hinata feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see Joãn, São Paulo’s Libero, flashing him a cheeky grin, with Davi, the Setter, right behind him. “Shouyou, are you hogging the call with Italy all to yourself?” Joãn teases, his voice a playful lilt. “Come on, Tobio, we know you missed us too!”

The camera shifts, giving a fuller view of both teams now chatting animatedly, the camaraderie warm and genuine. “You’re looking good, Tobio,” Davi remarks, leaning into the frame. “And by the way, we’re totally beating you at the FIVB match in a few months.”

“Definitely!” Hinata exclaims, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I’m already planning to show Tobio who’s the best husband and player.”

“Oh really?” Kageyama raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’m already winning the husband part, so you better work extra hard not to lose the second category too.”

“Seriously, these newlyweds are way too head over heels for each other,” Lorenzo chimes in with a laugh.

Lucas, São Paulo’s outside hitter, pops into view with a mischievous grin. “You know, if we win, I’m bringing back all my face paint and glitter,” he says, his voice dripping with mischief. “Just like at your wedding!”

For a moment, there’s stunned silence as everyone on both teams recalls the sheer amount of glitter that ended up everywhere—faces, hair, clothes.

Kageyama groans, breaking the stillness, but a faint smile tugs at his lips. “Please no,” he mutters. “I’m still finding glitter in my shoes from that night.”

Laughter erupts as the conversation flows back to catching up and looking forward to the FIVB match. Amid the commotion, Hinata and Kageyama share a quick, unspoken glance through the screen, the quiet promise of see you soon hanging between them.

~

The hotel lobby buzzes with the energy of arriving teams, its usual decor transformed by the festive spirit, in true Polish style. Red and green garlands drape elegantly along the walls, and a grand Christmas tree towers in one corner, adorned with twinkling lights and ornaments. The sight lifts the spirits of even the most jetlagged athletes, a cheerful reminder of the approaching winter break amidst the excitement of the FIVB Volleyball Club World Championship. Near the entrance, the Ali Roma team mingles, waiting for their room keys and itinerary.

Kageyama, however, is completely lost in his own thoughts—focused entirely on the arrival of Asas São Paulo, or more accurately, on seeing his husband. A familiar warmth blooms in his chest at the thought of addressing Hinata as his husband, and his hand instinctively reaches for the wedding ring hanging on the chain around his neck, brushing his thumb over it through his shirt. His gaze flickers between the lobby entrance and his phone screen, anticipation buzzing like static.

The moment he hears another team arriving—muted voices speaking Portuguese blending into the background—his eyes snap up to the entrance. His gaze darts over the crowd, searching for familiar orange curls among the towering athletes. And then, there they are—poking out from behind the team.

Before he knows it, he’s moving—walking briskly, then breaking into a run. But Hinata sees him too, slipping past his teammates with a bright grin and open arms. They meet in the middle of the lobby, crashing into a tight embrace as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

Kageyama’s world slots back into place effortlessly, just like Hinata does against his chest. He buries his face in Hinata’s shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of woody cologne mingled with the sterile air of airports.

Hinata’s laughter is soft and breathy, tickling Kageyama’s ear as he murmurs, “Missed you so much, love.”

Kageyama’s heart swells, stretching to hold all the warmth he feels. “Missed you too, Shou,” he whispers, voice low and tender.

Their moment lingers, the embrace stretching out until the sounds of greetings and chatter around them grow louder, breaking through the spell. Teammates from both sides have started mingling, giving the reunited pair space, but still keeping an eye on them. Lucas, with his booming voice, breaks the stillness with a wide grin. “Man, just saw a scene straight out of a rom-com.”

Cassio jumps in, clearly enjoying the teasing. “Yeah, what was it called? Love Blooms Across Oceans, or was it The Volleyball Star-Crossed Lovers?”

Joãn lets out a hearty laugh. “Who needs the movies? We’re getting the live version right here—front row seats!”

Reluctantly, Hinata and Kageyama pull apart, exchanging a quick smile before glancing around at the amused faces of their teammates.

Lorenzo grins, leaning in with a mock-serious tone, “You two better be careful—feels like a saucy love affair between rival teams. Just don’t let the coaches catch you!”

Kageyama blinks, utterly unfazed, and replies with deadpan sincerity, “We’re married, in case you forgot,” his arm still wrapped snugly around Hinata’s waist.

The group erupts into laughter, Davi wiping a tear from his eye. “Yeah, yeah, we were there! And trust me, no one can ever forget the Olympic wedding of yours!”

Before they can enjoy the reunion any longer, the Ali Roma teammates are called over by the receptionist. Kageyama squeezes Hinata’s hand one last time before letting go, leaning in close as he murmurs, “Let’s meet later tonight?”

Hinata’s eyes sparkle as he whispers back, “Of course.”

Later that evening, after a long day of briefings and team meetings, Kageyama finds himself peeking around the corner like a classic detective, his back pressed against the wall. His fingers are laced with Hinata’s, and he gives him a quick nod before scanning the empty corridor lined with rooms assigned to the Ali Roma team. He flashes a thumbs-up, and Hinata grins, his eyes alight with mischief.

At the signal, they break into a quiet sprint down the hallway, hands still intertwined, stifling their laughter as they dash toward Kageyama’s hotel room. Kageyama quickly swipes the keycard, and they slip inside, closing the door quietly behind them.

The instant they’re alone, Hinata leans back against the door, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “We made it! No one saw.”

Kageyama smirks, stepping forward to wrap his arms around Hinata’s waist. “Of course not. I timed it perfectly.”

Hinata’s voice drops to a playful whisper. “I still can’t believe they all went out to catch up,” he murmurs, his breath warm against Kageyama’s skin. Rising onto his toes, he presses a soft kiss to Kageyama’s lips, fingers trailing up his chest, feeling the quickening beat beneath the fabric.

Kageyama leans into the kiss, his hands sliding up to tangle in Hinata’s hair, fingers curling in the familiar softness. The kiss deepens, unhurried and intimate, the world shrinking to just the two of them. Like a quiet pause amid the chaos of their busy schedules, a pause that celebrates nothing but them.

The space between them disappears as Kageyama pulls Hinata closer, his hands wandering down his back, holding on as though he’s afraid to let go. “Shou,” he breathes between kisses.

Hinata pulls back slightly, their foreheads resting together. His smile is tender, eyes glowing with affection. But just as the moment lingers, a loud grumble cuts through the silence—the unmistakable sound of both their stomachs growling in unison.

Hinata giggles, leaning his forehead against Kageyama’s chest. “Room service?”

Kageyama chuckles, his fingers still tangled in Hinata’s hair. “Yeah, definitely.”

A little later, they’re sprawled out on the hotel bed, barely large enough to fit two athletes. Their limbs are tangled together, with Kageyama draped over Hinata’s side, his head nestled comfortably in the crook of Hinata’s neck. The room service plates stacked neatly on the table and faint hum of a volleyball match on TV create a peaceful backdrop, as they share a fruit bowl.

Hinata holds up a slice of mango to Kageyama’s lips, watching as he leans forward to take it. “You know,” Hinata murmurs, his tone soft and content, “I never imagined I’d be watching volleyball with you like this. Feels like a dream.”

Kageyama’s eyes soften as he looks at Hinata, his hand gently resting on Hinata’s thigh. “A good dream.”

The moment is peaceful, filled with the soft sounds of the game and the quiet rustle of sheets as they instinctively shift closer together. Kageyama, on the verge of sleep, mumbles, “I could get used to this.”

Hinata’s fingers gently comb through Kageyama’s hair, a contented smile playing on his lips. “You already have,” he whispers, brushing a light kiss to Kageyama’s forehead.

They stay like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, until a soft knock at the door pulls them back to reality. Before either of them can move, the door swings open, revealing Aldo with a knowing smirk. “Well, well, well,” he drawls, crossing his arms. “Look who thought they could sneak away.”

Behind him, a few teammates gather, stifling their laughter. Joãn leans against the doorframe with a grin. “Surprise! We talked it over, and we’re switching roommates so you two can stay together. Shouyou, better use your ninja skills not to get caught!”

Hinata and Kageyama exchange an amused glance just as Dante steps into the room, already wheeling his suitcase away with a playful salute. “I’ll take this,” he says, giving them a cheeky grin. “You’re very welcome, by the way.”

Before Kageyama can respond, Joãn rolls in Hinata’s suitcase with a flourish, as if completing a grand performance. “Ta-da! Thought we’d make it easy for you,” he jokes, backing away with a wink. “Enjoy your night, lovebirds. Don’t let us down!”

As the door clicks shut behind them, Kageyama sighs, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Looks like you’re stuck with me for the rest of the tournament.”

Hinata’s eyes gleam with affection as he leans in, pressing a kiss to Kageyama’s cheek. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The tournament unfolds in full swing, and the stadium is electric as the Ali Roma and Asas São Paulo teams step onto the court. Their faces are bright with excitement, a blend of shared respect and fierce rivalry as they line up for the pre-game handshake.

Hinata and Kageyama approach each other, hands reaching out and slotting together effortlessly, their eyes flashing with mutual challenge beneath their wide smiles.

“Tobio, we’re so going to crush your team today,” Hinata says, his grip firm, shaking Kageyama’s hand with an over-the-top enthusiasm that earns a chuckle from his teammates.

Kageyama shrugs, tightening his grip slightly in return. “As if. Let’s bet—whoever wins gets to plan our Christmas date,” he murmurs, his voice just loud enough for a few nearby players to overhear.

Hinata’s smile widens, catching the glint of the platinum chain peeking from beneath Kageyama’s collar. “Deal.”

Davi’s ears perk up at the challenge, grinning as he joins in. “Fine then! Losers pay for dinner tonight,” he announces, drawing a wave of cheers and laughter from both teams.

The whistle blows, and the game begins, each player carrying a spark of something that transcends rivalry—a shared history, mutual respect, and a love for volleyball that binds them together.

As the match intensifies, the commentators chime in, picking up the play-by-play as the ball rockets back and forth across the net.

Commentator 1: "Did you see that? Kageyama Tobio just pulled off a perfectly timed setter dump—”

Commentator 2: “And Hinata Shouyou was right there, reading him like a book! Look at that smirk he’s sending over to Ali Roma.”

Commentator 1: “Unbelievable! These two go way back—remember, they won bronze together in the Tokyo Olympics just this summer. Fans will remember the synergy they brought to the court back then. But tonight? We’re seeing that intensity as rivals.”

The next serve from Davi is an ace, skimming just inside the back line, and the São Paulo fans erupt in cheers.

Commentator 1: “An ace from Davi! This is turning into an all-out showdown!”

Commentator 2: “It really is. And you know, this is Hinata’s debut season with São Paulo, but he’s already a fan favourite with a spectacular start in the South America Volleyball Championship. They call him ‘Ninja Shouyou’ for good reason—his speed and instincts make him relentless.”

Ali Roma quickly adjusts, with Kageyama setting up a perfect attack for Cassio, whose powerful spike finds the gap in São Paulo’s defence, levelling the score.

Commentator 1: “And just as quickly, Kageyama sets up a flawless spike. It’s his third year with Ali Roma, and his precision has only sharpened. He’s become one of the top setters in Europe’s Champions League, and that consistency is on full display here.”

The camera cuts to Kageyama, who’s addressing his teammates during a quick timeout, his expression calm but intense.

Commentator 2: “You can see how much they know each other—every strength, every vulnerability. This isn’t just any rivalry. It’s a history, years in the making, one that feels like a celebration of their growth as players and as people.”

The game resumes, and the intensity only builds. Hinata, with his unrelenting speed, chases down a difficult save, launching the ball back over the net in an acrobatic move.

Commentator 1: “Hinata with the save! He’s everywhere on the court tonight!”

Commentator 2: “And you can see Kageyama tracking him—Hinata’s agility has only sharpened since they last played together in Japan. It’s a thrill to watch.”

As the game progresses, Kageyama pulls off a stunning block, halting São Paulo’s momentum and earning cheers from his teammates. Hinata meets his gaze across the net, eyes flashing with determination.

Commentator 1: “Kageyama’s block—that was textbook! They push each other, you know? Watching them, it’s like the ultimate chess match, one that keeps everyone on the edge of their seats.”

Commentator 2: “For fans, it’s a glimpse at the ultimate rivalry—built on respect, skill, and the drive to always be better. You can practically feel the history in every play.”

~

Sports Daily- Volleyball Stars Hinata and Kageyama Spark Off-Season Buzz with Dreamy Greece Getaway—Fans Can’t Get Enough!
July 28

Samaria Gorge, Crete— Following an intense face-off at the FIVB Club World Championship and fresh off a successful VNL season together with Japan’s national team, São Paulo’s Hinata “Ninja” Shouyou and Ali Roma’s Kageyama Tobio have once again taken the spotlight—this time for their scenic Greek island getaway. The pair, spotted exploring Greece, recently shared snapshots from their trek through Crete’s famous Samaria Gorge, and fans are swooning.

 

Hinata’s post captures Kageyama in the distance, framed against shades of blue from distant mountain ranges that meet the clear sky. His face glistens with sweat, his eyes closed in serene contentment as a cool breeze ruffles his hair. The caption? A simple, cryptic: “I can’t find you anymore.”

 

Hours later, Kageyama shares his own photo of Hinata, this time bathed in the golden hues of the sunset along the Libyan Sea. Hinata is caught mid-turn, his joyful smile lighting up the scene as the sun casts shades of orange and gold over the cliffs and sea. Kageyama’s caption is equally cryptic: “Here I am, but where are you?”

 

Fans were quick to pick up on the poetic tone, dubbing them the “most accidentally romantic” captions of the year. Within hours, the posts had sparked trending hashtags, memes, and waves of excited chatter about the pair’s off-season adventures.

GreekLocaL @travel_enthusiast
I kid you not, just helped THE Hinata and THE Kageyama with their tent setup at our campsite!
They were seconds away from turning their tent into a bonfire with the campfire embers 🤦🔥
Gave me two thumbs up like they just won the Olympics and signed my backpack 🤩
#SightedinGreece #Meteora

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Endless Sunshine @sunshinerays
Meteora, right? Locals are still talking about this—it’s become a whole legend!
ShouTossMe @SkyJumper
For, um, research purposes… Only one tent, right? 👀🏕️

Rolling in Sands @MykonosBeachSpot
Guess who got to play beach volleyball with Kageyama Tobio and AGAINST Ninja Shouyou?
My absolute dream matchup just happened 🤯✨
#SightedinGreece #MyKonos

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VBFanatic @vblover
Same!! They played with anyone who asked—like an open tournament! So much fun but impossible to keep up with 🫡💪
Sunny and Bright @beachshines
The whole beach was buzzing! They got the locals waiting for them every day. Legends 🙌🌟

Visit Santorini @GreekLocal99
Spotted the ultimate duo kayaking at sunrise—Hinata flipped himself out from too much energy, and Kageyama laughed so hard he tipped over too!😂🤣
They’re safe, but we’re calling it the most chaotic kayaking trip Santorini’s ever seen 🚣🚣
#SightedinGreece # Santorini

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Foodie @sailinggreek
Ran into them post-kayak at a beach café. They were drenched and laughing non-stop. The offseason content we all needed 🤣🤣
Kayak Star @wavejunkie
Olympic-level athletes floundering in a kayak? Absolute gold! They ended up splashing each other more than paddling 🌊😂

WaveRiders@wavecrasher
They surf, too! Saw Hinata and Kageyama surfing for the first time in Paros🌊🏄‍♂️
They spent more time wiping out than on their boards, but high-fived after every fall. Pure chaos😂😂
#SightedinGreece #Paros

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Island Life @paradisevibes
Highlight of my year! Hinata’s laugh was louder than the waves, and Kageyama couldn’t stop smiling 😊😂
BeachBum @sunsoaked
The surfers here LOVED these two. They surfed until sunset and joined the beach BBQ after 🌴🍖

Food Treasure @ TavernaDelights
Hinata and Kageyama stopped by our family taverna in Naxos 🍽️🥙
They polished off our entire meze platter and took selfies with the entire staff 📸
They were a such joy to have!
#SightedinGreece #CelebritySightings

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BaklavaLover @sweetgreek
They were so excited about each dish. My selfie with them is my new favourite photo 📸💕
OliveMaven @oliveyum
Caught them here too! They tried every speciality and looked so at home ❤️

~

Hinata weaves through the stadium corridors, his feet moving quickly as he dodges a stray volleyball cart. His phone is already in hand, anticipation bubbling up as he reaches the locker room door. Pushing it open, the familiar scent of air freshener fills his nose, and a smile tugs at his lips as he scans the empty space.

He props open his locker and fits his bag inside, setting his phone against it before hitting the video call button.

The call barely rings once before Kageyama’s face fills the screen, lit by the soft glow of his desk lamp.

Hinata is mid-motion, arms raised as he pulls his shirt over his head, when Kageyama’s voice cuts through the quiet. “Wow. Scandalous,” he teases, a spark of amusement breaking through the sleepiness in his tone.

Hinata pulls the shirt free, grinning. “So quick, were you waiting for me?” He flexes his muscles playfully as he leans closer, giving Kageyama a close-up view of his torso while he reaches for his jersey.

Kageyama hums appreciatively, his eyes tracing the curve of each muscle, trailing every freckle. “Obviously,” he replies, with a hint of smugness.

Hinata laughs, stepping back and giving a little twirl. “Better view now?” he smirks, before pulling his jersey over his head, earning a mock-dramatic sigh from Kageyama.

“No, my view!” Kageyama protests, pouting briefly before breaking into a grin. “Fine. This version’s good too.”

“Tobio, are you okay? Did someone spike the ball at your head too hard today?” Hinata teases, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

Kageyama rolls his eyes, muttering, “I’m just telling the truth. You look… beautiful.” The honesty softens the joke, and a faint blush rises on Hinata’s cheeks.

“Anyways,” Hinata says, recovering with a grin, “How’d your match go? Did you beat Trentino?”

Hinata watches as Kageyama props his phone up, the view shifting to show his notebook spread out on the pillow, filled with scribbled notes and court diagrams. Kageyama dives into an intense play-by-play, mapping out positions and strategies as he sketches them. Hinata listens intently, pulling on his uniform as he absorbs every word, smiling at the way Kageyama lights up with every detail. During their respective club season, this has become their routine: Hinata arriving early to the empty locker room, savouring a few extra moments to get ready together before Kageyama’s bedtime in Italy.

When Kageyama finally pauses, he glances back at the screen, his tone softening. “Shou, how are you feeling about today’s match?”

Hinata’s eyes brighten as he takes out his nail kit, settling onto a bench. “Excited. We’re up against Minas. They beat us last season, so we’re all set on taking them down.”

As he talks about his team’s tactics, Kageyama’s gaze drifts to Hinata’s hands, watching as he slips his wedding ring off, fingers deftly unhooking the chain from around his neck. With practiced ease, he threads the ring onto it, then clasps it back before pulling out a nail file. The small ritual catches Kageyama’s attention every time.

Unable to hold back, Kageyama tilts his head. “You ever think it’d be easier to just keep it on the chain?”

Hinata doesn’t look up, but a soft smile appears on his lips. “I like wearing it whenever I can,” he murmurs. “Makes me feel closer to you.”

Kageyama’s breath hitches. “Honestly… I do the same,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I wear it around the house all the time.”

Hinata glances up, his expression tender and a touch vulnerable. “I… I look forward to these calls every day, you know? More than volleyball, even,” he confesses. “Some days, I’d give anything just to be in your presence.”

“Oh, Shou,” Kageyama breathes, his voice thick with emotion. “I feel the same. A few days with you and then… months apart. It’s hard.”

The quiet that falls between them is thick with unspoken words. They let it linger, Hinata grounding himself in the gentle rhythm of filing his nails.

“We’ve got FIVB Club World Championship next month,” Kageyama murmurs, breaking the silence with a note of hope. “Then winter break. Spend it with me?”

Hinata’s gaze softens, a grin tugging at his lips. “You’re asking like there’s a chance I’d say no. Of course, I will. And we’ll have VNL again next summer, too,” he adds, almost reassuring himself.

Kageyama’s lips curve into a small, reassuring smile. “Good. Can’t wait to have you here. But for now, go win today. For me.” His eyes gleam with a familiar competitive spark. “We beat Trentino, so now it’s your turn.”

Hinata laughs, his heart feeling a little lighter. “Anything for you, love.”

They linger on the call, each finding it harder to say goodbye. As approaching footsteps and laughter echo from down the corridor, Hinata sighs, feeling the moment slipping away.

Kageyama chuckles softly. “See you tomorrow, Shou.”

“See you, Tobio,” Hinata whispers, holding on to the promise in Kageyama’s voice.

~

The cabin lights are dimmed to a soft glow, mirroring the starry spring night outside as the flight cruises over the Pacific Ocean. En route to Canada for the start of the VNL, the Japanese National Team dozes peacefully in the business class cabin, lulled by the steady drone of the engines. Yet, amidst the peaceful stillness, two seats remain alight with a quiet energy, filled with soft whispers and muffled laughter.

Hinata and Kageyama sit side by side, faces illuminated by the glow of a tablet screen playing one of their recent FIVB matches against each other. They’re huddled close, shoulders brushing, as they watch and provide playful, exaggerated commentary, lost in their own little world.

Holding a spoon up like a microphone, Hinata begins in a low, dramatic whisper. “And here we have Shouyou—Tobio’s sweetheart and one-and-only husband—stepping up to serve. He spikes hard, sending the ball straight to Ali Roma’s court… untouched! A perfect point.”

Kageyama chuckles, watching the clip of himself on-screen as Hinata celebrates with high-fives from his teammates. Leaning in, he joins the commentary. “Tobio, completely floored by his husband’s amazing play, falls in love all over again. This is, oh… his millionth time now.”

Hinata grins, dipping his spoon into the small cup of Belgian chocolate ice cream they’re sharing, then holds it up to Kageyama. Kageyama leans in to take a bite, savouring the sweetness with a contented hum.

Hinata nudges him playfully. “And now it’s Tobio’s turn. Fuelled by determination and maybe a love-struck daze, he sets up an open shot with absolute precision, reclaiming the point… and, if I might add, Shouyou’s heart as well.”

They both laugh softly, quickly glancing around to make sure they haven’t disturbed any sleeping teammates. Kageyama scoops a spoonful of ice cream, holding it out for Hinata, who takes it with a pleased smile.

Their commentary continues, each line building off the other’s in a blend of teasing and affection.

Hinata gestures to the screen, his voice playful. “And here comes Shouyou, sneaking into the back row for a surprise attack. He jumps—higher than ever—and bam! A spike out of nowhere!” He pauses, grinning as he adds, “And for that, he’s rewarded with a rare, priceless treasure: a legendary Tobio smile across the net.”

Kageyama raises an eyebrow. “A legendary smile, huh? That’s worth more than the point itself.”

They share a warm look, each lost in the other’s quiet laughter as they recall the match and the way their connection transcends far beyond the court.

Then, with a soft chuckle, Kageyama leans in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to Hinata’s lips. Hinata smiles into the kiss, tasting his lips and murmuring, “You’re so sweet.”

Kageyama huffs, retreating slightly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Hinata giggles, scooping up another bite of ice cream and offering it with a mischievous grin. Despite himself, Kageyama accepts, unable to hide his own smile.

Hinata shifts closer, resting his head on Kageyama’s shoulder, fingers tracing light patterns on Kageyama’s open palm, their touch slow and affectionate. Kageyama watches with a tender smile, then gently entwines their fingers, his own head coming to rest against Hinata’s. Gradually, the warmth of each other’s presence surrounds them as their eyes drift closed, letting the soft rhythm of the engines lull them into sleep.

It’s been a few days since they arrived, and the VNL tournament is in full swing. Today is Japan’s first match, and they’re up against France. The stadium is alive with excitement, the seats filling up as cameras roll, and the rhythmic squeak of shoes echoes across the court during warm-ups.

Hinata lies on his back, arms stretched out as he moves through his routine, eyes fixed on the bright stadium lights overhead. He turns his torso to the left, stretching his lower body in the opposite direction, and his gaze naturally finds Kageyama lying beside him, mirroring the stretch.

Tobio, wearing the same jersey as him, Hinata thinks, a small thrill running through him. Tobio, who’ll stand on his side of the court today.

It’s a feeling that never fades. The exhilaration of sharing a court with Kageyama is like a live wire, crackling with energy. Their rivalry is fierce, but playing side by side brings something entirely different—balanced yet electrifying. No matter which side of the net they stand on, it’s always a performance to be remembered, to be celebrated, to be learned from. They’re two sides of the same coin—each pushing the other, matching pace for pace, and they are theirs.

Kageyama turns his head, catching Hinata’s gaze, and a small, familiar smile breaks across his face. Hinata returns it, warm and bright, a silent acknowledgement that says everything they need before he rolls to the other side to continue his stretches.

As the warm-up stretches finish, the team lingers, waiting for their spiking drills. Hinata finds an empty spot near the edge of the court, dropping down and peeling off his knee pad. Following his physical therapist’s advice, he begins massaging his knee, pressing into the spots that need regular care to stay strong.

Without a word, Kageyama settles beside him. Gently, he takes Hinata’s other leg, his hands mirroring the same motion with practised ease, applying pressure with steady, knowing fingers. They sit there together, the hum of the crowd fading as Kageyama’s hands work over the muscles in deliberate, comforting movements. Hinata relaxes, appreciating the quiet strength in Kageyama’s touch.

When they finish, Kageyama reaches over, gently pulling up Hinata’s knee pad and giving it a small pat. His voice is low, just for Hinata. “Shall we?”

Hinata’s grin spreads wide as he springs to his feet, his heart lighter, steadied by Kageyama’s touch. “Let’s go.”

~

BBC Sport- Hinata and Kageyama: Volleyball’s Ultimate Rivals, Unstoppable Teammates, and an Unbreakable Bond
October 9

In the fast-paced world of international volleyball, few partnerships have captivated audiences as much as Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio. Shifting seamlessly between fierce rivals and formidable teammates, they share a unique blend of trust and partnership that fans find deeply inspiring.

 

On the court, their plays embody the fierce competition and commitment that have defined their careers. Their rivalry drives each of them to new heights, building a legacy that leaves spectators in awe. Fans are thrilled as they watch the two switch from intense competitors in Brazil and Italy’s club leagues to flawless teammates on Japan’s national team in international tournaments.

 

One fan, Joe, remarked during an FIVB interview, “They’re like complementary forces blending seamlessly on the court. It’s like an improv dance, full of surprises every time.” Another fan, Shouta, observed during the VNL, “Watching them face off is like witnessing two forces of nature collide, but side by side for Japan? They’re practically unstoppable.”

 

Beyond their synergy on the court, fans have noticed the time Hinata and Kageyama spend together off the court. A popular fan blog notes, “It’s not just their volleyball; it’s how they spend time together off the court that has fans buzzing. When you look at their schedules, they’re non-stop, and yet they’re often spotted together—whether at a training camp or on a beach somewhere in the off-season.”

 

Their dedication to each other as teammates and rivals is all the more impressive given their intense schedules. From October to April, they play in Brazil’s and Italy’s domestic leagues, reuniting as rivals each December for the FIVB Club World Championship. By May, they’re back on the court together for national team training and international tournaments, including the VNL and other key FIVB events. Following a brief off-season in July, they dive into preseason training, and by September, they’re ready to gear up for yet another season of non-stop play.

 

As a popular YouTube volleyball commentator put it, “It’s not just about their synergy or rivalry—it’s something else entirely, and they’ve got the whole world watching.”

 

With all eyes on them, their unique bond took centre stage once more in a recent promotional video titled “A Day in the Life of Kageyama Tobio”. Released just in time for the new season, the video not only highlighted Kageyama’s daily routine in Italy but also featured a surprise cameo from Hinata, sparking fresh excitement among fans and adding fuel to the ongoing buzz about their remarkable partnership.

 

Click below to watch the interaction that had everyone talking—

The video opens with Kageyama leaving the training facility, answering questions about his day as he taps his keycard to exit. Dressed in relaxed sweats and an Ali Roma jacket, his bag slung casually over one shoulder, he walks with the comfortable familiarity of his routine. His hair is still damp from a post-practice shower, and though his voice is composed, there’s a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

A soft ringtone cuts through, stopping Kageyama in his tracks. The change is almost immediate—a small smile softening his features, even before he reaches for his pockets.

“Is it alright if I take this?” he asks, glancing at the crew behind the camera with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“Go ahead, we can pause the recording,” someone off-screen replies. But Kageyama is already swiping to accept his video call, his smile widening.

“It’s fine,” he says with a quiet chuckle. “This is part of my routine.”

“Tobio… how was your day?” a familiar voice asks, just audible enough as Kageyama puts on his headphones.

Kageyama’s face softens as he replies, “It was good. Oh, and we’re still shooting—no, no, you can stay.”

The audio fades out, but the video continues as Kageyama walks, his face animated as he chats quietly. Though the words are inaudible, his expressions—small smiles, a brief laugh, the way his eyes crinkle—tell their own story.

The scene shifts to a cosy café. Kageyama is seated at a small table, sipping a latte with a tablet propped up, and angled towards him, showing Hinata’s bright, smiling face. Hinata appears to be outdoors, the sunlight streaming down on him—a stark contrast to the dim evening light in Italy.

“Thank you both for agreeing to this interview. We’ll keep it brief,” the director’s voice says from off-camera.

Hinata grins, giving a playful wave. “No worries, it’s my break time! Happy to be here.”

“You had your lunch, right?” Kageyama’s voice carries a hint of concern.

Hinata rolls his eyes, but there’s a fond smile on his face. “Yes, Tobio, you saw me finishing it.”

“Just making sure you’re not skipping meals,” Kageyama mutters, though the faint smile on his lips betrays his worry.

A chuckle comes from off-camera. “You two seem like great friends. Any secrets to maintaining such a strong bond despite your hectic schedules?” the director asks.

Kageyama tries to suppress a laugh while Hinata turns away, stifling giggles. Finally, Kageyama responds with a straight face, “You need someone who makes the effort— someone who makes the time for you. No matter how busy, it’s always… worth it.”

Hinata nods, chuckling. “Yeah, so the key is to annoy each other with thousands of calls and texts!”

Laughter ripples in the background. “So true!” the director’s voice chimes in. “Is there anything you miss about each other when you’re apart?”

Their playful expressions soften, a hint of something more vulnerable peeking through. Hinata recovers first, a mischievous grin taking over. “I miss him… and his tosses the most.”

Kageyama looks momentarily taken aback by the casual admission but quickly plays along. “Well, I guess I should say I miss him too… you know, to be a good ‘friend’,” he adds, emphasizing the last word just enough to draw chuckles from those off-screen.

“So, how does your relationship translate to being rivals and teammates on the court?” the director continues. “Do you prefer one role over the other?”

Hinata smiles thoughtfully. “Our story started with us on opposite sides of the net, then we became partners. It’s been a cycle ever since. Tobio has been a constant since day one, so… it feels inevitable now.”

Kageyama’s gaze lingers on the screen, his voice softening as he adds, “It’s impossible to separate our relationship from volleyball. I wouldn’t be here without volleyball, and to me, volleyball means Shouyou.” He pauses, choosing his words carefully. “Everything’s tangled up—there’s no clear beginning or end. And honestly, I don’t have a preference. But spending extra time together during national training? I look forward to that.”

There’s a moment of silence as the sincerity of their words sinks in.

The director’s voice returns, gentler now. “Your bond has really grown over the years, both on and off the court. One last question—if you could describe what you’ve learned from each other in just one word, what would it be?”

The two don’t need to think for long. Hinata answers without hesitation. “Courage.”

Kageyama follows almost immediately. “Colours.”

They share a look filled with understanding before breaking into gentle laughter, each lost in their memories.

The director, intrigued, gently prompts, “Would you like to elaborate? Only if you’re comfortable.”

Hinata’s eyes sparkle as he explains, “I used to be a bit timid,” he says, pinching his fingers together for emphasis, “but with Tobio by my side—someone who’s always had unwavering confidence—he gave me wings to fly. And I found courage, to keep pushing, to keep dreaming.”

Kageyama’s voice is softer, more introspective. “Colours, because… he brought them into my life. Taught me how to see them.”

The room goes quiet for a beat, the air filled with unspoken emotions.

Then, trying to lighten the mood, Hinata adds with a grin, “By the way, you guys haven’t had dinner yet, right? Tobio, why don’t you suggest that pizza place we went to! We practically sampled their entire menu during my stay—it was that good, and I’m still craving it.”

There’s a ripple of laughter from the background. “Kageyama, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like!” someone off-camera suggests.

Kageyama chuckles, his eyes softening as he looks at Hinata. “They actually opened another location near my place,” he says with a small smile. “Next time you’re here, let’s go again.”

“Definitely!” Hinata beams. He glances at his watch and sighs. “Well, I’ve got to run—we have a scrimmage coming up. See you tomorrow, Tobio. Good night.”

Kageyama waves at the screen, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Don’t forget to rest, Shou—you. See you tomorrow.”

~

The stadium is alive with laughter and cheers despite the sweltering summer heat of São Paulo. The seats are packed with enthusiastic fans and a few prominent figures, all waving banners in support of the players and the charitable cause of the exhibition match between Ali Roma and Asas São Paulo. The blue UNICEF logo is displayed throughout the venue, emphasising the shared goal of raising funds for children in need.

Unlike high-stakes tournaments, the atmosphere of this exhibition match is relaxed and light-hearted. The players are clearly enjoying themselves, playing for fun rather than a title, which only adds to the charm. With both teams situated on opposite sides of the court, Hinata’s eyes naturally find Kageyama’s on the Ali Roma bench. Grinning widely, Hinata waves dramatically, then begins a series of exaggerated gestures—fake sets, spikes, and even a bizarre rolling dive—like he’s transmitting a secret code.

To anyone watching, Hinata’s gestures would be completely unreadable, but Kageyama nods back confidently with a single exaggerated spiking motion in response. The audience members sitting closest can’t help but laugh, enjoying the silent, animated conversation between the two.

The coaches, well aware of the magic these two bring to the court, take the cue and substitute both players onto the court. The crowd’s excitement doubles as Hinata and Kageyama step onto the floor, their rivalry set to take centre stage.

Kageyama steps up to serve first. He glances at the crowd and signals for them to clap, setting a tempo. The audience quickly catches on, clapping rhythmically as Kageyama prepares. Then, with a mischievous grin, he mimics Hinata’s pre-serve routine, bouncing the ball, then clapping it between his palms as if dusting off the sand—a move Hinata adopted from beach volleyball. He tosses the ball high and, with exaggerated intensity, spikes it hard over the net.

Hinata catches his smirk and chuckles. He steps into position and, with practiced ease, receives the serve perfectly. Lucas, São Paulo’s outside hitter, finishes off the play with a slam, scoring the point.

Hinata moves closer to the net, cupping his hands to his mouth to call out, “Nice try, Tobio! Your serve was cute, but it’s not going to work on me!” He stands with his hands on his hips, grinning. “Now, watch me be a better setter than you!”

Kageyama raises an eyebrow but smirks. “Big words, Shouyou. Let’s see you back them up.”

The game resumes, and during the next rally, Hinata takes up the setter’s position, just as he promised. The ball comes his way, and instead of setting it up as everyone expects, he crosses his hands at the last second, dumping the ball over the net. He smirks through the net—mimicking Kageyama’s setter dump to a tee. The crowd erupts into cheers and laughter, and even the opposing players are caught off guard.

Kageyama’s teammates turn to him, feigning exasperation. Dante throws his hands in the air, “Did you teach him that, Tobio?”

Kageyama laughs, raising his hands defensively. “I swear I didn’t!”

The match unfolds with more comedic moments and increasingly elaborate attempts to one-up each other. At one point, Kageyama attempts to mimic one of Hinata’s gravity-defying jumps, aiming for an ambitious back-row spike. But the ball glances off his elbow, ricocheting wildly to the side, and he lands awkwardly with a surprised look on his face. The crowd bursts into laughter, and Hinata nearly doubles over, clutching his sides as he struggles to stay upright.

Later, Hinata attempts to perform one of Kageyama’s signature pinpoint quick sets. The ball, however, launches off-target, sailing across the court only to be caught by a fan in the front row, who waves it triumphantly to more cheers and applause.

The match continues to be a blend of impressive volleyball and hilarious antics, with both teams fully embracing the spirit of the event. As the match draws to a close, both teams gather at the net for a group photo, their playful rivalry momentarily forgotten in favour of camaraderie.

It’s later that evening, and Kageyama lies sprawled on Hinata’s bed, limbs stretched out as if trying to soak in the rare stillness of this moment. The only sound in the room is his steady breathing, accompanied by the distant hum of the shower. His gaze drifts lazily from the ceiling to the room around him, taking in the soft shadows cast by the dim lights, making everything feel warmer, more intimate.

Kageyama’s eyes trace the details of Hinata’s room—trinkets and memories are scattered everywhere, from shelves lined with trophies and medals to photo frames documenting every stage of Hinata’s journey. But his eyes always return to the photo on the bedside table—a twin to the one he has in his room back in Italy: a picture of the two of them on their wedding day, their faces alight with pure joy, cheeks flushed a rosy red.

Kageyama’s gaze falls on his suitcase in the corner, a silent reminder of tomorrow’s inevitable goodbye. The shower shuts off, and moments later, Hinata pads into the room, dressed comfortably and towel-drying his hair.

Kageyama reaches for the hairdryer on the bedside table, sitting up at the edge of the bed. Hinata settles on the floor between Kageyama’s legs, leaning back as Kageyama gently runs his fingers through his hair, drying it. The soft whirr of the dryer fills the room, punctuated by Hinata’s quiet hums and occasional giggles whenever Kageyama’s fingers accidentally brush over his nape or ears.

As Hinata checks Kageyama’s flight details on his phone, setting an alarm for the next morning, Kageyama switches off the dryer and sets it aside. Hinata flops back onto the bed, arms open in invitation. Kageyama doesn’t hesitate—he falls into Hinata’s embrace, burying his face against his chest and breathing him in.

“I like your new body wash,” Kageyama mumbles, voice muffled against Hinata’s skin. “Smells… comfy.”

Hinata’s laughter is soft, almost a hum, as he trails his fingers lazily down Kageyama’s spine. “I have an extra bottle if you want.”

“Thanks,” Kageyama replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

A peaceful silence settles over them, filled only with the soft rhythm of their breaths. Hinata’s fingers card gently through Kageyama’s hair, occasionally pressing soft kisses to his forehead.

Hinata breaks the silence, voice shaky with unspoken longing. “Tobio... I daydream a lot,” he admits, his voice fragile. “About a future where we don’t have to be apart anymore.”

Kageyama’s grip tightens, his heart twisting at the vulnerability in Hinata’s tone.

Hinata’s continues, like he’s confessing a secret to the night. “I dream about holding your hand, stealing a kiss… just being able to feel you close whenever I want.”

Kageyama looks up, meeting Hinata’s eyes. “I dream about living with you… and not having to say goodbyes over and over again.”

Hinata presses their foreheads together, eyes shimmering. “I dream about coming home to you—or with you.”

Kageyama swallows hard, his voice barely steady. “I dream about us having a cosy home... just you and me…” He hesitates, the words catching in his throat.

Hinata’s eyes widen, trying to guess. “And maybe a pet?” he suggests with a soft smile. “We could have a cat or a dog—or both?”

Kageyama laughs softly, relaxing a little. “Yeah... someday.” He pauses, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And maybe even... a family.”

Hinata’s breath hitches, searching Kageyama’s face for confirmation. A soft smile breaks through, and he leans in to kiss Kageyama gently. “I dream about that too,” he murmurs against his lips.

Kageyama’s face brightens with a quiet smile. “Yeah. One day, I’d really love that.”

Hinata nuzzles into his neck, voice gentle and soft. “What else do you dream about?”

Kageyama’s eyes begin to glisten, a single tear slipping free as he struggles to get the words out. “Sometimes I dream about being able to call you my husband. Not just…” He trails off, his voice breaking.

Hinata’s fingers gently brush away the tear, pressing soft kisses to Kageyama’s cheeks. “Every time I have to call you just a rival or a teammate, a part of me breaks,” Hinata admits, his own voice cracking. “Like I’m denying us.”

Kageyama nods, his chest tightening. He takes a shaky breath, and for the first time in a long while, he lets himself cry openly. His shoulders shake, releasing all the pent-up feelings he’s kept buried. Hinata holds him close, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back, the other tangled in his hair, grounding him as he rides out the wave of emotions.

After a long silence, when Kageyama’s breathing steadies, he clears his throat. “After the Paris Olympics next year... I’ve been thinking.”

Hinata waits, giving him a gentle squeeze, silently urging him to go on.

Kageyama takes another deep breath, the words feeling heavier than he expected. “I want to take a break. A real one. Not just the short off-season we usually get.” He pauses, searching Hinata’s eyes for understanding. “I’m thinking... a few months.”

Hinata’s fingers still against Kageyama’s skin, his breath catching. “You mean… just take some time off?”

Kageyama nods slowly, letting the idea settle between them. “Yeah. I’ve been playing non-stop since high school, barely stopping to breathe. My body… my mind… they need it. A chance to reset, to heal.”

Hinata’s eyes well up as he cups Kageyama’s face with both hands, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks. There’s so much tenderness in his gaze that it makes Kageyama’s chest tighten all over again.

Kageyama continues, his voice gaining strength as he goes on. “I want to take care of my body, give it a real rest so I can keep playing for years. But more than that... I want to be with you. Like really be with you. I want to wake up next to you every morning without counting down the days until I have to leave again. Just… for a little while.”

Hinata exhales shakily, his own eyes brimming with tears. “I’ve been thinking about it too. But I kept pushing it aside because... I was afraid of falling behind. I wanted to keep up with you.” His voice drops to a whisper. “But... can I take some time off too? To heal with you?”

Kageyama’s heart swells, a soft, relieved smile spreading across his lips. He leans in, pressing their foreheads together. “Shou, there’s no race—it’s just us. And, of course, you can. Let’s do it together. We’ll rest, we’ll heal, and then we’ll come back even stronger.”

Hinata’s laughter is soft and breathy, the kind that brightens up the space between them. He intertwines their fingers, squeezing gently. “Let’s do it. And then... we’ll keep playing for as long as we can. Together.”

Kageyama presses a tender kiss to Hinata’s forehead, letting his lips linger there. “Yeah... for years to come.”

Chapter Text

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.

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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!”