TIMID;

      SHE catches the stray ball with ease this time, lost in thought. She’s had her present hidden in her bag off to the side for a while now, but she’s been waiting for Hinata to finish playing. It didn’t seem like that was happening anytime soon.   “  Hinata-kun..  ”  Her voice trails, immediately backpedaling.   “  Uh... h-how long do you need to practice for?  ”

          oh.   oh no.   another person is afraid of him.   he hopes she hasn’t heard dumb rumours about him   —   he doesn’t have it in him to explain to yet another first year that he’s not a drug dealer or a punk.

           ❛   i-i’m sorry !!   i didn’t   …   i didn’t mean to scare you !   ❜         his hand lifts,   a hair tie gently held within two fingers.          ❛   i just wanted to give you your hair tie back   …   it fell on the court while you were walking.   ❜

@managaer / starter.

“do you… need help reaching that?”