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Obviously, it will be edited in the future when I make more fanfics! Buut I will mostly make fanfics for the Haikyuu, My Hero Academia and Attack On Titan fandoms, just letting you know! (claim your og cards pleaseee)
She came to Brazil to escape volleyball. He came to Brazil because he refused to give up on it. One terrible first impression. One beach volleyball court that neither of them was ready to step onto again.
As days turn into months, two strangers slowly become friends through sunburns, late-night walks, impossible serves, and conversations that begin with teasing and end somewhere neither of them expected.
But healing isn't linear. Some injuries never fully disappear. And sometimes the person who teaches you how to trust again is also the one you'll eventually hurt the most. A slow-burn Shoyo Hinata Γ Athlete!Reader story about second chances, growing up, and learning that becoming stronger has very little to do with winning.
That was the first thing I told myself the second the plane landed in Brazil.
Except... I was already panicking. Not because I regretted coming. Not because I suddenly wanted to turn around and go back home. It was just that everything became real the moment my feet touched the ground.
The heat was different from Japan. The air felt heavier, warmer, almost like it wrapped around my entire body the second I stepped outside. The voices around me blended into a language I barely understood. People moved quickly around me with places to be, and everything looked unfamiliar.
I had spent months preparing for this moment. Learning Portuguese. Watching videos. Reading about Brazilian volleyball. Trying to imagine what my life would be like. But imagining something and actually living it were completely different things.
Honestly, if someone had told middle school me that one day I would move across the world alone because of volleyball, I probably would've laughed.
Actually...
Most people around me thought I was insane anyway. And maybe they weren't completely wrong. Because what kind of person leaves everything behind just because they want to become better?
Apparently, me.
But what else was I supposed to do?
Stay in Japan and pretend I was satisfied? Pretend I wasn't frustrated every time I saw someone else moving forward? Pretend I wasn't scared that everyone was getting farther ahead while I was standing still?
Kageyama was already moving forward.
He had always been like that. Even back in high school, he was always chasing the next thing. The next level. The next opponent. And now he was becoming a professional player.
Of course I was happy for him. I really was.
Kageyama deserved it. But if I was being honest... I was jealous.
A lot.
Because everyone seemed to have a path already. Everyone knew where they were going. And I hated feeling like I was the only one who didn't.
But more than jealousy, there was something else.
Something I couldn't ignore.
I wasn't ready yet. Not for the level I wanted to reach.
Indoor volleyball had always allowed me to focus on my strongest weapons. My speed. My jumping ability. My quick attacks.
But beach volleyball was different.
There was nowhere to hide. There were only two people on each side of the court. No six players covering your mistakes. No one else to rely on when you messed up.
You had to receive.
You had to set it.
You had to attack.
You had to think.
Every weakness you had became obvious.
At first, that terrified me. But then I realized... That was exactly why I needed it.
Because if I wanted to stand on the same court as the best players in the world someday... If I wanted to face Kageyama again and actually win... Then I couldn't stay the same person I was before.
I had to change.
I had to become someone who could do everything. So I came to Brazil. And honestly?
Things turned out way different from the way I planned them.
βΛβ‘
April 2015
It was April 2015 when Kageyama joined the National League. We had literally just finished high school in March, and this bastard was already preparing to play his first official professional match in October.
Meanwhile, me?
I had nothing.
I knew I wanted to continue volleyball. I knew I wasn't done. But I didn't have a team waiting for me. I didn't have a clear path ahead.
I just knew one thing. I wanted to get better. I wanted to become someone who could stand beside the best players in the world.
That was when Shiratorizawa's coach, Tanji WashijΕ, gave me advice I never expected.
Brazil.
Beach volleyball.
As I said before, I thought it was crazy. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.
During the rookie camp, when I watched the first years doing two-on-two drills, I understood.
That was it. That was what I needed.
Beach volleyball forced you to grow. There was no hiding behind your strengths.
So I spent one year in Japan preparing. I learned Portuguese. I researched Brazil. I trained as much as I could. And then...
βΛβ‘
April 16th, 2016
I left Japan. I left everything familiar behind and chased my dream.
When I finally arrived in Brazil, I don't think I could fully comprehend it.
Everything was different.
The air. The sounds. The people. The energy.
Japan had always felt organized. Predictable.
Brazil felt alive.
Loud. Warm.
The streets were filled with movement, music, and voices I couldn't always understand.
And somehow... I loved it.
The first time I saw a beach volleyball court, I swear my heart almost stopped.
The net. The sand. The ocean behind it.
It felt impossible.
It almost reminded me of the first time I scored a kill in an official match. That feeling of...
This is where I belong.
I couldn't stop smiling. This was why I came here. This was the beginning.
I met with the person Coach WashijΕ had told me about. Coach Lucio Kato.
He was the person who helped me settle into Brazil, find an apartment, and adjust to my new life. He also introduced me to my roommate.
I was really excited to meet him. Living with someone from another country sounded interesting. A new friend. Someone I could talk to. Someone who could help me understand Brazil better.
Instead...
He just looked at me. And ignored me. Completely.
For a few seconds, I thought maybe he didn't hear me. So I tried again.
Nothing.
"...Okay." Maybe he was shy.
Yeah. That had to be it. He would get used to me.
βΛβ‘
I quickly brushed off the embarrassment and told myself it was fine. My first practice match was when reality finally hit me. I played against a pair that was preparing for tournaments. And I was completely caught off guard.
I couldn't jump.
Not properly. My legs sank into the sand. My timing was wrong. My movements felt slower. My biggest weapon... The thing that had always made me feel powerful... Wasn't enough anymore.
My jump wasn't saving me.
And that scared me. Because if I couldn't rely on that, then what did I have? That was the moment I realized that I had to become better at everything.
Coach Kato noticed my frustration, but he also noticed my determination. He told me that my spark was something special. That I just needed time. And I tried to believe him.
Because I wasn't terrible. I knew that. But deep down, I also knew something else. I was much better than this. I just had a long way to go. And everyone around me seemed so far ahead.
So I worked harder. Because if everyone else was ahead... Then I had to catch up faster.
βΛβ‘
I also started working as a delivery guy. And honestly?
That might have been the hardest part of my first year in Brazil.
Volleyball was difficult, but volleyball was something I loved. Work was different. I remember getting lost constantly. The streets were confusing. The language was still difficult.
I would ride my bike around for what felt like hours, carrying food that was slowly getting colder while desperately trying to find the right address. The angry customers. The disappointed looks. The endless apologies. It felt like every day I made another mistake.
And then I would come home exhausted... Only to remember that my roommate still barely talked to me. How does someone live with another person for months and say almost nothing? I didn't even know that was possible. I tried, though. I said good morning. I asked him about his day. I offered food.
Nothing.
Eventually, I started talking to myself just because I missed hearing another person's voice. But I couldn't leave. I didn't want to. Because every time I stepped onto that sand, everything became worth it. The exhaustion. The loneliness. The mistakes. All of it.
Because volleyball was still there. And that was enough.
At least... I wanted it to be enough.
βΛβ‘
June 23rd, 2016
After two months, I remember one practice day that destroyed me. The sun was unbearable. The sand burned my feet. My body felt heavy. I was exhausted from working half the day before training, and it was catching up to me. I couldn't perform the way I wanted. I couldn't move fast enough. I couldn't jump high enough. I wasn't giving everything I had. And I hated that feeling.
Coach Kato helped me whenever he could, but he had other players to train too. I wasn't his only responsibility. And because I worked so much, I couldn't practice as much as I wanted.
After the game ended, I remember sitting there covered in sand and sweat. My hair was sticking to my forehead. My entire body felt like it weighed a hundred kilograms. And there was this horrible feeling in my chest.
Like maybe... Maybe I wasn't improving fast enough.
I biked home, planning to shower quickly before heading to work. Of course, I got lost again. The crowded streets surrounded me. People talking. Cars moving. Languages I didn't understand.
The same things I admired when I first arrived suddenly made me feel incredibly small. The world that seemed exciting before suddenly felt overwhelming.
"PΓ΄, demorou demais! TΓ‘ fria!" The woman stared angrily at the food I delivered.
I apologized immediately. She slammed the door.
No tip. Of course.
My shift ended earlier than usual because fewer people ordered food. They probably already knew the new foreign delivery guy was going to be late. I sighed while packing my things.
And then I noticed something. My bag felt strange.
Too light. I stopped.
"Wait..."
I looked down. "When did my bag open?"
My stomach dropped. I searched quickly. No. No way.
"My wallet..." It was gone.
"Did someone steal it?"
Thankfully, my ID was inside my phone case. But the cash was gone. And worse... The wallet itself was gone. It wasn't expensive. It wasn't special because of the brand. It was special because of who gave it to me.
Natsu. My little sister.
She gave it to me before I left Japan. She told me to take care of myself.
"Shit..."
When I finally arrived home, all I wanted was food. I was exhausted. Hungry. And honestly, I just wanted one normal thing to happen.
"Pedro, jantar. VocΓͺ gostaria de comer juntos?" I asked him if he wanted to eat dinner with me. Maybe today would be different. Maybe he would finally talk. Maybe...
"..." Nothing. Again. He ignored me.
I stood there for a moment before forcing a small laugh.
"Okay..." I entered my room. And for the first time since arriving in Brazil... I felt tired of pretending everything was okay. The room was dark. Quiet. Too quiet.
I sat on my bed and stared at the ceiling. What was I doing? I was on the other side of the world. Alone. Struggling. Working until my body hurt. And for what?
I looked at my phone. My lock screen was a picture from our first game as seniors.
Me.
Kageyama.
Yachi.
Yamaguchi.
Tsukishima.
Everyone was moving forward. Yachi, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima were in college. Kageyama was already a professional player. He was even preparing for the Olympics.
And me?
I was sitting in a dark room in Brazil wondering if I had made the biggest mistake of my life. The room felt colder than it should have. And for the first time...
I missed home. I almost called my little sister Natsu that night. I really wanted to talk to someone close to me. But she was so happy for me when I left. I didn't want to bother her anyway... so I didn't call.
βΛβ‘
I am not sure what happened next or how, but I felt my hand fly and slap my face.
"UGH, Hinata, shut up! Stupid brain! Stop! What am I doing right now? Get your ass UP," I thought to myself. The truth is that whatever happened in the past, I didn't really have enough time to sit and cry about my life. I had to do something. I had to get up and do something, anything really. Just not... this. Rotting, doubting, and blaming myself wasn't going to lead anywhere. I still had plenty of work to do to reach my goal, and this was just the beginning; I couldn't predict the ending when my story had just started... right? "Speak from the gut! "Speak from the gut, Shoyo!"Β I said to myself loudly.
I got out of my apartment and started biking to God knows where. I felt the cold summer night breeze hit my face; my cheeks were hot from the embarrassment. It wasn't really late, so there were many people outside, mostly young people and tourists going to the clubs and workers closing up their shops for the night. After a while, I ended up on the beach, where I usually practice. Completely by accident, of course.
I listened to the music playing by a speaker that was covered in sand next to the net. There were a bunch of elderly people playing beach volleyball.
"Opa!" "Medra!" They were all laughing and teasing each other as they played. They didn't look like professionals or something, but they sure looked like they were having the time of their lives.
As I got closer, I saw the ball fly to me, so I decided that I had made enough of a fool of myself already, and instead of letting the ball hit my head, I passed it to one of the people playing. At first I couldn't really understand what they were saying, but I think they all started praising me and asking me to join them. I got really shy, and I couldn't refuse.
As we started playing, I noticed how everyone was so kind to me. I don't understand how, but that day I saw beach volleyball with different eyes. When I played with these people, I wasn't really focused on my technique or my power; I was just trying to have fun. That's how I saw how Beach wasn't that evil after all. On the other hand, I realized that it's really forgiving. It may be difficult to jump, but when you fall, it's hard to get injured.
I think an hour passed and we were still playing. The night was getting darker and colder. For a moment I looked up and realized that this was the most fun I had in a while, so I decided to enjoy the moment as much as I could; I had a shitty day after all.
"Wait...what?Β Oh...you are kidding me. No, seriously...here? Of all places? You have to be kidding me!"
I was sure I recognized that language, and God, I did recognize that voice.
"THE GREAT KING?"
βΛβ‘
People still ask me how this encounter changed my mindset so much at the time. I think it was probably because it had to do with a person from my high school years that I valued and admired a lot.
But yeah, we basically had lunch, we talked a lot about our lives after high school, and we even played some beach volleyball afterwards. It was really funny watching Oikawa struggle in the sand like that. We even took a selfie and sent it to Kageyama.
He told me he had started playing for the Argentinian league and shared some of his stories and struggles. They were pretty similar to mine, so I felt really better about myself.
"You know, Shoyo, the funny thing about becoming a professional is that everyone thinks the hard part is getting there. It's not. The hard part is waking up every day and realizing everyone around you is trying to take your place." That was really cool of him, not gonna lie.
"For real?" I asked with a confused face. "I always thought that the hard part was to actually become a pro. Well, when I go pro, I won't give a shit about these things!"
"What?Β You? A pro? Yeah, right! I hope to live to witness this!"
"S-shut up!"
"HAHAH," that was evil.
I don't know, this encounter really made my day in a way I can't explain.
When I finally arrived home that night, I was a different man from the one I was when I left. I saw a different version of beach volleyball and talked with an old... friend? I was really confused, but I knew something had changed in me.
I was really hopeful, even if that hope was small...it was there. I realized that even if I wasn't so good at beach volleyball, it was really fun learning something new and getting good at it eventually, no matter how hard or easy that was.
βΛβ‘
"De quem vocΓͺ gosta? Eu. Zolo!"Β I asked my roommate about his favorite character in One Piece. I had noticed he was into manga, so I finally decided to man up and talk to him without any chit-chatting.
"Como vou dizer quem? NΓ£o da! Se tiver escolhido um... de qualquer jeito..." Yeah, we kind of clicked after that. He opened up immediately and started talking to me about his favorite manga and characters. He really reminded me of Kenma as well! Apparently, Pedro also knew Japanese? That was a shocker, not gonna lie.
I couldn't really believe how the guy who rarely said a word to me for two months actually said something after asking him about freaking One Piece. Well, better late than never, I guess! I was actually really happy that we started communicating. I knew that then at least I wouldn't feel so alone in the house.
"I thought you were weird."
"WHAAAT?"
"Yeah... I didn't know you would be into this kind of stuff, Shoyo... You are kind of cool now, I guess..."
My heart actually melted.
βΛβ‘
Before Oikawa left for Argentina, they played some practice matches together and talked a lot. He talked to me about how different volleyball was in the league. How you had to balance your life to the fullest. Practice, eat, sleep, family, friends, repeat. Up until now, the only thing I ever did was overwork myself and push things.
When I didn't get what I wanted, I would just try harder and harder until I reached my breaking point. I remember in my first year of high school how sick I got after our match with Kamomedai High School. Karasuno was so close to winning the match, and I just fell. I had a really bad fever. But the thing is I didn't really protect myself from stuff like that.
Becoming good at everything meant practicing and improving my technique. Although it also meant that I had to start taking care of myself. Eat healthier, sleep 8 hours a day, meditate, lift weights, practice, work, believe in myself, have fun, relax, and stay in contact with my friends and family. I had to balance everything to succeed.
Because I wasn't only doing it for volleyball, but I was also doing it for myself. I was doing it for Shoyo, not Karasuno's number 10.
And that is what I did for the past 2 years. I followed this balanced routine every day. I took a lot of care of myself, I worked and practiced, studied more Portuguese, and always tried to stay positive. It wasn't perfect. But it was something. I still had issues with the quality of my practice, but I tried to brush it off. I had to improve, and this was the only way.
βΛβ‘
May 27th, 2017
There was one more year left in Brazil until I had to leave for Japan again, and I have to admit that I had improved a lot. My mindset, my body, and my technique changed, and I got like... super tan.
But well, there were still many things that I had to perfect... and the issue was that Coach Kato was leaving for Japan in June. My coach had to leave, and there were still so many things I had to learn.
What was I supposed to do?
It was not so late in the evening; the day was pretty much the same as every other one. Well, actually, I got off work earlier, so I decided to wander around at the beach.
I had my volleyball with me, and I started playing by myself, you know. Mostly passing above my head.
"I will be leaving for June in a month or so,"Β Coach Kato said. His head was looking at the ground. I guess he felt really bad leaving me in Brazil, but I believe he left for family reasons. Of course I couldn't ask him to stay.
"I understand..." I tried to hide my concerns, but my expression betrayed me.
"You think you are going to be okay on your own?"
"I guess?"
"Look, I will try to find you someone to coach you for the next year... It's not going to be easy though... Most people will ask for some sort of payment, and they tend to be expensive..."
"Well...Β um... thanks... To tell you the truth... I don't know if I will be able to afford something like that... But I will figure something out, don't you worry!"
"I know you will, kid..."
The air was still a little chilly, but the sky was light... Summer was right around the corner, so days were longer.
The breeze brushed through my hair as I prepared to serve, but this time I was preparing to attempt a jump serve. I never really tried one of those; I mostly focused on jump floats...
Alright... now throw the ball.
Prepare...
Jump
Hit!
"OUCH?!"
"OH MYβsorry! I...um, I didn't mean toβare you alright?"
I got really anxious until I finally locked eyes with the person I hit in the head with the volleyball. After that, I got really... distracted. I could feel her study my hair, then my face and my body.
"Be careful, dude! Is this your first time serving or what?" That kinda hurt. But she wasn't wrong... It's not like I knew what I was doing. I quickly explained the situation.
"You served without checking the wind?" She raised an eyebrow. Damn girl. "Are you sure this isn't your first time?"
It wasn't! I didn't even know I was supposed to!
Her words kinda triggered me in a way that reminded me of my arguments with Kageyama or Tsukishima. I was about to talk back but got caught up in the moment and forgot what I was about to say. I stared.Β She was muscular in a way I could tell...
She played volleyball.
But there was something else that caught my eye... her hair... then her face... her eyes... she was pretty!
Like, really pretty.
"What are you looking at?" Damn, Hinata, stop staring!
"Do you perhaps... play volleyball?" I quickly tried to save the situation.
She looked more tense than before after that question.
"Yeah?" Sweet!
I got really excited... I mean, I couldn't actually communicate with anyone who knew volleyball at that time except Oikawa, so I was relieved. I quickly introduced myself and asked her what position she played.
"I... ugh, don't really play right now." ... What?
"What?"
What did she mean by that? I mean, how could anyone like... choose not to play when they know how? I couldn't understand at that time. I would figure it out eventually, though.
"You should really work on those serves; they need improvement." Did she really just say that?
All these insults really made me want to talk back, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't know why.
Then she turned around and started to walk away. Oh, you are not getting away like that.
"Hey," she turned.
"Wanna try again?"
"It's getting late, so..." Oh? Is it now?
"Please... unless you are scared or something."
Now that I think about it, it would make sense for her to be scared since I am a man and we were kind of alone at the beach, but I said that for the plot.
"Scared? Of what?" Gotcha.
βΛβ‘
Seriously... she didn't like that one either??
"It was fine." I seriously couldn't understand why that was just 'fine.' It got over the net! And it wasn't out...
She quickly explained it to me, and then I kind of understood what she wanted me to do. I mean, it made sense. When I spike whenever I don't like a set, I try to communicate with the setter. And I kind of struggled to make that serve, not going to lie. I threw the ball a little too low. So I have got to pretend that I am setting for myself!
I tried it, and boom, it literally worked. The second time, it worked! She was really good at explaining this stuff.
"YEAH!"
I got really happy when she got excited like that.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY JUMPED AND SERVED!" I really couldn't believe it.
I started jumping like a kid for three seconds, and she seemed so happy for me too. I don't know what got into me, so I kinda...
"Uh- hey!?" Shit! Why did I grab her like that? I wasn't acting like myself at all! But I just couldn't... resist... she looked so pretty when she hugged me like that.
Hey! Snap out of it, Hinata! Put her down, you idiot!
I apologized immediately as dramatically as I could. I really hope that didn't creep her out...
She told me it was fine, but I still felt bad...and then
She smiled at me.
I felt more at ease after that.
She continued showing me some moves, but mostly technical stuff. She didn't even touch the ball. I really wondered why.
"Would you maybe want to do this again sometime?"
That caught her off guard. "Do what?"
"Play together,Β orβwell, you helping me play counts too."
She agreed, so I asked her for her number.
Gosh, there is NO way I am asking for a girl's number. High school me would not believe it.
"You still don't know my name, you know." It didn't really matter.
She gave me her number and told me her name. That was a name I would never forget.
I couldn't help it, but I smiled.
"I was actually about to grab dinner before heading home," he said suddenly. "Do you maybe want to join me?" "There is no way I said that; she is so going to say no."
"What?"
"NOβwait!Β Not like that! I meanβunlessβno, that's not what I meant!" I looked horrified. "I just got excited because you know volleyball and I thought maybe we could talk more about it andβ"
"It's okay."Β There was no way she just agreed to eat dinner with me.
I was never the best with girls back in high school. I would mostly get flustered when they talked to me. Oikawa, on the other hand, was a natural at stuff like that, so when we met here in Brazil... I kinda asked him to help me.
Well, we didn't do much... we went out with a bunch of girls, and he tried to set me up with some of them. So I wasn't completely inexperienced. I knew stuff until the making out point, but nothing after that... and flirting was not my strongest suit.
Basically, I couldn't believe I was sitting in a restaurant with a pretty girl in front of me.
My face was really red after what I had heard from our server. I mean, I don't blame her; it's not like I had brought any girl before with me. So it was understandable to think we were a couple.
A few hours passed, and I had just finished talking about high school. Even after all the beers she had, she looked so focused on what I had to say; her eyes never left mine. When I first talked to her, she seemed pretty cold and introverted, but now she looks so interested in what I had to say.
As we talked, I noticed more and more things about her. The way her hair fell on her forehead, how she would crack her fingers from time to time, how the room's warm lights reflected onto her skin. She had a bunch of beauty marks too. And her eyes were so expressive. Every time she laughed, questioned, or judged, her eyes would betray her before she even said a word.
She offered me a drink. Who would make sure you got home safe if I had something to drink?
"We seriously need to get you home."
She took her wallet out of her bag, and of course I stopped her.
"I invited you, remember?"
βΛβ‘
The moment we left, she started to walk kinda funny.
"Woahβ" I caught her before she fell.
She was so close. Close enough that I could hear her heartbeat.
As I continued to walk and watch her stumble on air, I decided to save us some time. She looked so shocked when I picked her up. She was really light for me, honestly.
"Sunscreen is good for your skin."Β "You should wear it throughout the year. It prevents wrinkles too."
"What?! Wrinkles? I don't even think about that stuff!" I really didn't. Maybe that is why she looked so pretty. It's because she wore sunscreen?
"I can tell."
"I have the best tan already, thank you very much."
"Yeah, you mean crispy."
"I heard that."
"Good."
"You'reΒ going to regret not using sunscreen someday."
"I will NOT."
"Sure. But really, don't forget to wear it; the sun can be really toxic."
I didn't argue this time.
By the time we finally reached my hotel, my face hurt from smiling too much.
She thanked me; I gave her bag back and watched her enter her hotel room. When she disappeared into the building, I almost called her name so she could come out again.
βΛβ‘
It was past midnight at that point, but I just couldn't sleep. That encounter shifted my brain chemistry for some reason. She was so good at explaining stuff about volleyball, and her physique showed that she had been playing for quite a while. Why did she stop?
Now that I mention it...the way she walked on the sand looked as if she were afraid of it...like she would get hurt if she weren't careful... Could it be...that she has..--
INCOMING CALL - pro player ;p
That was a goofy name. Why was she calling me at this hour?
I quickly sat up and grabbed my phone.
"Hey, what's up? It's pretty late; is everything all right?"
"Where are you?" She sounded serious.
"At my house? Did something happen?"
"Nope, everything is perfect. I have a question though."
"Oh... What's up?"
"Can you come over?" Huh
"Huh? "Huh... what?
"Yeah... I feel kind of lonely... I would kill for some company..."
I stood frozen on my bed... What was she implying? Was she seriously trying to? No. There is no way.
"Are you there?"
"YEAβUmmβYeah, I am here... It's just, um, why do you want me to come over? It's pretty late andβ"
"Please."
Shit... what should I do? I might be reading this completely wrong... What if this is an actual emergency? She has no one else to call after all...
It didn't take long to bike to her hotel. We met exactly where I left her previously, and she guided me to her room. As she closed the door behind her, I started observing the room. It looked like she had just tidied it up for me... that was really cute.
"So why did youβ"Β PSSSSSSS
"WHAT THE FUC-UGH! My eyes!"
"WHERE IS MY FREAKING WALLET?!"
"WHAT??"
She had just sprayed pepper spray on my goddamn eyes.
Freaking pepper spray.
"What do you mean, 'What?! 'I know you stole it! All my cash and cards are in there! My ID! I need that wallet to stay here! Unless I have to go back home!"
"I didn't steal your freaking wallet, dammitβUGH!" I cried in pain. My eyes were burning like hell!
"Yeah, right! You think I am stupid? With all your friendly talk! And your restaurant and high school stories! They are fake too, right? I knew you were just trying to get something out of it! You robbed me!"
"What are you talking aboutβFUCK... SHIT, THIS HURTS."
I tried to sit on her bed as I rubbed my eyes.
"I am saying you are a thief! And you are not going ANYWHERE until you give me back my wallet! Don't make me call the police!"
"I didn't steal your wallet, alright... ugh... I don't know where it is..."
"Yeah, yeah, right... Don't you think you lied a little too much today? Tell me, where is it?"
My vision was blurry, and my eyes burned so much. Thankfully, the pain was only in my eyes, and it didn't go to my nose. I started sweating and whimpering from the pain.
"Fuck... are you crazy, girl? My eyes are killing me...fuck... I didn't steal anything... You probably dropped it somewhere..."
"Crazy?" Oh, I will show you crazy if you don't tell me where you put it..." She raised her hand and tried to spray me again, so I grabbed her arm.
"Put that down... do you want me to go blind?" I was so mad at her... but I couldn't yell at her. Thankfully, she didn't spray a lot on me, and the pain left after a while. My eyes were still red, though.
"What is wrong with you? Why would you do that?"
"What did you expect me to do? I didn't even expect you would answer my call... so I had to make you give my wallet back somehow..."
"And I thought you had an emergency... You can defend yourself just fine; you don't need my help!"
"You shouldn't even question that..." She rolled her eyes.
"I swear I didn't take it, alright! I can help you find it if you want, jeez... Just... don't pepper spray people like that..."
"And how do you expect me to trust you now, huh?"
"I don't know, alright! You are making it difficult! But I swear I didn't steal anything... L-look... I will call my friend from the restaurant and ask her if they found anything, alright?"
"...Alright...go on."
I took my phone and dialed her number. The restaurant closes at 12, and it was 1.30 am; she must still be awake.
"Hinata? EstΓ‘ tudo bem?"
"Hey! Sorry to bother you so late. Can you talk in English? My friend from earlier wants to ask you something..." I gave her my phone.
"H-hey... um... did you perhaps find a wallet? I lost mine, and it had my cash and ID inside..."
"Sim!βUh... I mean, yes! I found your wallet earlier. I recognized you from the ID. You can take it tomorrow!"
"Really? I am so relieved, thank you so much!"
"Obrigado, conversamos amanhΓ£. Boa noite!" I hung up the phone.
...
"Guess we have found your wallet now..." I crossed my arms and leaned against the door frame. She was looking down at her feet.
"I am really... sorry. I shouldn't have done... that."
"You mean pepper spray me?"
"Ugh... yeah, no need to point it out..."
"The color of my eyes points it out too, don't worry."
"Shut up..." She rolled her eyes.
"What was that? I am sorry; I didn't hear you." I leaned a little closer.
"I thought you were blind, not deaf."Β Oh no, she didn't.
"You owe me now. When you get your wallet back, you will buy me lunch," I said with a grin.
"Tch... fine."
"That's what I thought. Goodnight now, I will be dreaming about that lunch!"
"Be careful not to choke on it!"
I laughed at that as I walked away from her room.
The air had gotten colder, and I felt a shiver down my spine. I started biking again and watched the ocean waves crash on the wet sand next to the familiar net. I think I should skip morning practice for tomorrow and get some sleep.
She came to Brazil to escape volleyball. He came to Brazil because he refused to give up on it. One terrible first impression. One beach volleyball court that neither of them was ready to step onto again.
As days turn into months, two strangers slowly become friends through sunburns, late-night walks, impossible serves, and conversations that begin with teasing and end somewhere neither of them expected.
But healing isn't linear. Some injuries never fully disappear. And sometimes the person who teaches you how to trust again is also the one you'll eventually hurt the most. A slow-burn Shoyo Hinata Γ Athlete!Reader story about second chances, growing up, and learning that becoming stronger has very little to do with winning.
"Two more points," I think to myself as I hear the whistle.
I am ready to receive.
My hands are so sweaty my grip feels unreliable, and my hair is sticking to my forehead. My teammates are just as exhausted, shoulders rising and falling too fast, breaths sharp and uneven. I can hear the crowd screaming our team's name, echoing through my skull like static.
Adrenaline burns through my chest.
I am so ready.
The ball is served.
Our libero receives it.
The pass is sloppy, not clean, not controlled, because we are in the fifth set and everyone is running on instinct more than energy now.
But I'm already moving.
I am ready to attack.
Our setter sets the ball up to me.
It hangs in the air for a second longer than it should, and it's a little close to the net.
It's good enough.
My exhausted body trembles as I push off the ground.
My legs scream.
But I jump anyway.
I reach, and I hit
The ball lands.
I took the point, and for a second, everything feels weightless.
Like maybe we're going to win this after all, but
-
Crack.
-
And suddenly all the cheering stopped.
βΛβ‘
one year later
"Shit, shit, shit,"
I mumbled to myself as I ran through the slippery airport floors, the air conditioning hitting my face in cold waves.
There was no way I was going to miss this flight. Bought lots of sunscreen for it.
My bag kept bumping against my side as I pushed forward, weaving through people who barely noticed me. The noise of rolling suitcases, footsteps, and distant announcements blended into something distant and meaningless, as it all belonged to someone else.
By the time I reached the gate, my breath was uneven, and my chest still hadn't settled.
But I made it.
I stepped onto the plane just in time, sinking into my seat with a slow exhale that didn't really feel like relief. And then we took off.
The moment the plane lifted from the ground, something in me shifted.
It wasn't fear. Not really.
More like a quiet heaviness I couldn't quite name at first. I watched the world outside the window shrink into clouds and soft light, everything I knew fading into something distant and unreachable.
Nostalgia came slowly, almost without permission. It made my ears feel full, like the silence inside the plane was pressing in on me from all sides.
It almost felt like I was leaving something behind that I wasn't supposed to leave.
Everything I had been part of, everything I had tried to hold onto, started to feel further away with every second. Selfish, I thought, before I even really knew why.
But the truth was never that simple.
Because I didn't leave places because I wanted to, I left because staying always ended up feeling worse. Whenever I started to feel like I didn't belong somewhere, I would run. It was easier than standing still and trying to force myself into spaces that never really fit me.
I hated that feeling more than anything, that sense of being out of place, like I was slightly out of rhythm with everything around me.
I needed somewhere that felt steady. Somewhere I didn't have to question my place in it. But the longer I tried to find that, the clearer it became that my homeland couldn't give me that kind of security anymore.
So I left again.
SomewhereΒ farΒ away from home.
βΛβ‘
The moment the warm summer Brazilian air hit my face, my body shivered.
The drive to my hotel was full of life in a way I wasn't used to anymore. People laughed loudly on the sidewalks, kids chased a football across uneven pavement, couples walked slowly as if they had nowhere else to be. Bikes passed by and riders lifted their hands in casual greetings. Music spilled out of small restaurants, mixing with the sound of traffic and voices until everything felt as if it were moving at once.
Someone was playing guitar on the street for money, the notes drifting through the busy roads and getting lost just as quickly as they appeared.
For a moment, I found myself smiling at nothing in particular.
It felt easy, almost.
Until I saw it.
As we passed the beach, I caught sight of a group of people playing beach volleyball near the shoreline.
They looked like they were having fun in a way that didn't feel forced at all. Their movements were messy and loud, sand sticking to their skin and clothes, laughter breaking through every few seconds. Some of them were wearing sunglasses even though the sun wasn't particularly strong, just because it felt right.
They shouted things in Portuguese that I couldn't understand, their voices blending into the wind and the ocean.
I watched for a moment longer than I meant to.
Then I looked away.
βΛβ‘
"There is no fucking way..."
That was my reaction when I saw the biggest spider I had ever seen in my life sitting right above the nightstand in my hotel room.
"Augh!" It moved the second I got closer with a broom in my hand, and of course I panicked, swinging at the air like that was going to magically fix the situation. It didn't.
The spider disappeared behind my bed, and there was absolutely no way I was going to sleep in the same room as that thing. I swear it had more than eight legs. I don't care what biology says.
For a moment, I felt strangely brave. Like I could've called reception, security, maybe even the police if I really wanted to escalate it. I could have, but I didn't.
Instead, I grabbed my phone and left the room.
I spent the next while wandering around Copacabana with Google Maps open and Duolingo notifications popping up like they were going to save my life. My mission was simple: find something, anything, that could help me deal with the spiderman situation. Spray. Repellent. A professional exorcist. Anything.
That's when I saw that net again.
The beach volleyball court.
But this time it was empty. It was late enough that most people had already left, and the sand looked untouched in a way that made it feel different from earlierβquieter, softer, almost like it belonged only to the ocean now.
I stopped walking without really meaning to.
I had never seen a beach like this before. It felt almost unreal. The way the waves rolled in slowly and broke against the shore, the way the sand still held the warmth of the day, the way the sky had shifted into soft shades of pink and purple as the sun disappeared completely.
The colors reflected on the water, stretching and moving with every wave.
For a moment, it felt like the entire place was breathing.
And I was just standing in the middle of it, completely still.
Almost like it had been waiting for me to notice it
It was so captivating I almost didn't even realize that fuck-ass ball hitting the back of my head.
"OUCH?!" I shouted, although it didn't even hurt that much.
When I turned around, that's when I saw him.
My eyes locked with his honey-brown ones, and for a second I just... paused. I wasn't expecting someone like that to be standing there.
I had been ready to shout at him for almost giving me a concussion -- well, not really, but the thought was there, although the words got stuck somewhere halfway up my throat.
Instead, I noticed things I didn't mean to notice.
The ginger waves of his hair falling slightly into his forehead, the way he looked way too focused for someone who had just hit me in the head with a volleyball, the broad shape of his shoulders under a sleeveless top.
And then I noticed his skin -- tanned in a way that made it obvious.
He was a beach player.
"OH MY-sorry! I..um, I didn't mean to-are you alright?"
He started panicking immediately, hands moving like he didn't know what to do with them. It was kind of funny, actually, so I eased up a bit... just a bit.
"Be careful, dude! Is this your first time serving or what?" It came out a bit harsher than I meant it to, but also... not really. I meant it.
Where did he even come from?
"What? No! It's not my first time serving!" he rushed out. "Well, I did serve, and then the air just--took the ball. I didn't mean it to go like that..."
Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. This ball weighs like, what, 260 grams?
"You served without checking the wind?" I raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure this isn't your first time?"
"It's not!" he said quickly. Then he hesitated. "Was I supposed to check it? I don't know... um..."
Then he stopped. He was looking at me. Up and down.
I felt my face get warmer.
"What are you looking at?" I asked, crossing my arms a little too quickly.
He blinked, like he hadn't even realized he was staring. "Do you perhaps... play volleyball?"
I froze for a second. It wasn't even a hard question. I just didn't expect it.
I mean, yeah... You could probably tell. The build, the posture, the way I stood without really thinking about it. It wasn't exactly subtle.
"Yeah?" I answered, unsure why it came out like a question. His expression changed instantly.
"WOW! That's really cool!" he said, way too loudly for how empty the beach was. "I'm Shoyo Hinata! I play volleyball too! What's your position? I used to be a middle blocker!"
I glanced around awkwardly. Why was he like this?
He was smiling so brightly it almost felt unreal, like he was radiating energy from every direction at once. It was kind of... overwhelming. Not in a bad way. Just a lot.
It almost hurt to look at directly.
"I... ugh. I don't really play right now," I said.
"What?" His smile dropped immediately. "But why?" The shift was so fast it caught me off guard.
He got serious all of a sudden, like not playing wasn't even a valid option. Like it didn't compute. And for some reason, that made me feel like I had said something wrong.
"Well... I just wanted a break from it, I guess," I said quietly.
His expression didn't really change back. He still looked confused. Not satisfied with that answer.
"You should really work on those serves," I muttered, mostly to fill the silence. "They need improvement." Then I tossed the ball lightly into his hands, like that was the end of the conversation, and turned to leave.
I only made it a few steps before--
"Hey."
I stopped. Slowly turned back.
He was holding the ball again, looking at me like he had made up his mind about something.
"Wanna try again?" he asked.
I blinked. "Try what?"
"The serve."
I swear I wanted to just turn around and walk away.
"I... I don't think that's a good idea."
"Please," he said quickly. "You don't have to play if you don't want to... just show me how it's done."
His eyes were shining. He really wanted to improve that serve.
"It's getting late, so-"
"Please," he repeated, softer this time. "Unless you... are scared or something."
I stopped. What did he just say?
"Scared? Of what?"
He didn't answer immediately. "I'll be here if you change your mind," he said instead.
Is he serious?
Ugh.
-
SMACK.
-
"How was that?" he asked, looking at me with excitement like nothing in the world had just happened.
"It was fine," I said, "But you need to be careful where you throw the ball before you jump. You can't just toss it anywhere."
He blinked at me. A confused look. Completely lost.
Is he... dumb?
I sighed before I could stop myself.
"Ugh. Think of it like this," I said, gesturing slightly despite myself. "When you jump serve, you're basically your own setter. You don't just throw the ball wherever--you set it up for yourself. You make your job easier. You toss it in front of you, a little further out, then you jump and hit it like you're spiking. And make sure it gets over the net"
He tried again. The ball went up and then straight out.
"Shit..."
"It's okay," I said quickly, before he could spiral. "That was actually better than before. You just have to control your power."
He nodded like he was taking that very seriously. Then he tried again.
This time--
Clean. The ball landed exactly where it was supposed to.
For a second there was silence. Then--
"YEAH!" he shouted, and I actually jumped a little.
Okay. That was... good. He really was a quick learner.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY JUMP SERVED!" he said, suddenly bouncing on his feet like a kid.
Before I could even react, he grabbed me and lifted me like it was nothing, spinning me around as if we had just won a championship or something.
"Uh-- hey!?" I said, immediately flustered.
I felt my breath catch slightly as I realized how easily he was holding me.
He must train a lot.
"UH--SORRY! I didn't mean to-- uh..."
He immediately put me down again and started apologizing with dramatic bows, throwing his hands around so much it almost made me laugh.
"It's fine," I said, trying to ignore how warm my face suddenly felt. "Uh... that was actually really good. Good job, Hinata."
Then our eyes met again. And I swear I felt something run down my spine.
"Thanks," he said, smiling brightly. "Really."
At that point, I actually felt more at ease. This was the closest I had been to volleyball in a long time, and somehow... it didn't feel painful. It was actually kind of satisfying helping him, even if he was ridiculously energetic.
The beach had gotten quieter while we practiced. The sky was darker now, the last traces of sunlight reflecting softly on the ocean. A warm breeze moved through the empty court, carrying the smell of saltwater and food from nearby restaurants.
Hinata picked up the ball again before looking back at me.
"Would you maybe want to do this again sometime?"
That caught me off guard. "Do what?"
"Play together," he said quickly. "Or--well, you helping me play counts too."
I stared at him for a second. His expression was completely genuine, almost hopeful in a way that felt strangely dangerous. I didn't even know this guy.
And yet his presence felt so warm and welcoming that it was hard to say no directly to his face.
"I guess," I answered carefully.
His entire face lit up instantly. "Really?! Great!"
He reached for his phone immediately.
"Wait--give me your number."
I laughed softly at how fast that happened. "You still don't know my name, you know."
"Oh right."
I typed my number into his phone while introducing myself, and he repeated my name quietly after me like he was trying to memorize it. Then he smiled again.
God, this guy smiledΒ a lot.
"I was actually about to grab dinner before heading home," he said suddenly. "Do you maybe want to join me?"
I blinked at him. Was he... asking me out?
"What?"
His eyes widened immediately.
"NO--wait! Not like that! I mean--unless--no, that's not what I meant!" He looked horrified. "I just got excited because you know volleyball and I thought maybe we could talk more about it and--"
"It's okay," I laughed.
He looked genuinely relieved. And honestly...
If he turned out to be a serial killer, then that was probably just my bad judgment at that point.
βΛβ‘
We sat at a small restaurant near the beach, the kind with plastic chairs, warm lights, and music playing just loudly enough to blend into the conversations around us.
People were laughing at nearby tables, waiters moving around quickly with plates balanced on one arm. The air smelled like grilled meat, salt, and something sweet I couldn't identify.
For the first time since arriving in Brazil, my shoulders started to relax.
Hinata was talking to one of the servers excitedly in Portuguese, gesturing with his hands while she laughed at something he said. Then she looked over at me with a grin and replied with something that made him instantly panic.
"NΓO--" he started rambling quickly, face turning red as he tried to explain himself.
I stared at him suspiciously the entire time.
The second he sat back down, I narrowed my eyes. "What did she say?"
His face somehow got even redder. "...You don't speak Portuguese?"
I shook my head slowly.
"Oh." He looked relieved for exactly two seconds. "Well... it wasn't anything important."
That was obviously a lie.
"That sounded like something to me," I said.
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "She just asked if you were my girlfriend."
I blinked.
"...And why would she think that?"
"I don't know!" he said way too quickly. "Maybe because we came together? Or because I haven't brought anyone here? Or maybe because she likes making fun of me--"
I laughed before I could stop myself.
And for a second, he just stared at me. Not in a weird way. More like he looked surprised I was laughing at all.
Then he smiled too.
He hasn't brought anyone here, huh.
The food arrived not long after. Steam rose from both plates, the smell immediately making my mouth water.
"This is picadinho," Hinata explained proudly. "It's simple, but it's really good. Like... comfort food."
The dish was warm and rich, small cubes of beef cooked with onions, tomatoes, and garlic until everything practically melted together.
"It reminds me of home-cooked food," he continued. "A lot of small places here make it."
Before taking my first bite, I noticed him watching me carefully. Waiting for my reaction.
I took a bite. And immediately understood the hype.
"Oh, my god."
His eyes lit up instantly. "RIGHT?!"
I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Okay, fine. You win."
"I always win," he said with a serious face
"Your serves say otherwise."
"HEY."
That turned into another argument somehow.
He kept insisting the wind was against him while I told him blaming nature for bad technique was pathetic.
"You sound like my old teammates," he muttered dramatically.
"You had teammates that bullied you too?"
"I was NOT bullied."
"Sure."
He pointed at me accusingly. "You're mean."
"And yet you invited me to dinner anyway."
He opened his mouth. Paused. Then looked away awkwardly.
"...Well, yeah."
Something about that answer made my chest feel strangely warm.
He started talking to me about his high school years after that.
At first I could follow along just fine, but somewhere between kings, great kings, tiny giants, weird quick attacks, and dramatic volleyball rivalries, I completely lost the plot.
Maybe it was the five beers I had.
I don't even know why I drank that much. I don't usually drink.
Then again, I also don't usually meet random volleyball players on Brazilian beaches and end up eating dinner with them.
Hinata was talking so passionately that it was honestly hard not to listen to him. His eyes kept lighting up whenever he mentioned someone important, and he talked with his hands so much I thought he was going to knock over the glasses at some point.
"And then Kageyama said--"
"Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted, holding my head dramatically. "Who even is Kageyama?"
His jaw dropped. "WHO is Kageyama?!"
"Yes?"
"He's Kageyama! I told you about him!"
"Oh, thanks..That explained absolutely nothing."
He stared at me as if I had personally offended him. Then he started laughing.
Not just a small laugh either.
An actual full laugh. And somehow that made me laugh too. For a second, I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.
"Okay," I said between laughs, "you seriously talk about volleyball like it's some fantasy anime."
"It IS dramatic!" he argued immediately. "You don't understand! There were rivalries! And pressure! And--"
"You are literally talking about high school volleyball."
"It was IMPORTANT high school volleyball."
"Sure."
"You're making fun of me."
"I absolutely am."
"Mean."
"Dramatic."
He gasped like I had stabbed him in the chest. "You wound me."
I laughed again before taking another sip of beer.
Bad idea.
The room immediately felt warmer. "Are you... sure you don't want to drink?" I asked, my words starting to blend slightly. "Just a little bit..."
"Uh, no thanks," he laughed. "Are you alright? You seem kinda drunk."
"I'm just a little tipsy," I said confidently.
A complete lie.
"Yeah, right..." he muttered with a laugh. "We seriously need to get you home."
As he stood up, he immediately reached for the bill.
"Hey!" I protested. "Let me pay my half!"
I took my wallet out of my bag, only to feel his hand gently wrap around my wrist.
"No, no, it's okay," he said quickly. "I invited you, remember?"
"But--"
"It's fine," he insisted softly. "Just hold onto me until you get home safe, alright?"
Then he smiled. "I got you."
I was too stunned to speak after that.
βΛβ‘
The second we stepped outside, the night air hit me all at once.
"Woah--" I nearly stumbled before Hinata caught me immediately.
He was so close. Close enough that I could hear his heartbeat.
"Be careful!" he laughed nervously. "We don't want you hitting your head now, do we?"
Damn.
Thankfully, I wasn't completely gone, so I managed to guide him toward my hotel.
The walk there was honestly painful. I couldn't walk straight to save my life.
At some point, even I got annoyed at myself.
Then suddenly--
"HEY--", I shouted
Hinata grabbed my bag and picked me up bridal style without warning.
"Shush," he said. "I can't concentrate when you keep wandering around! We will get lost."
I couldn't even blame him.
He was surprisingly delicate whenever he touched me, careful in a way that almost felt strange. Like I was something fragile. Like I would break if he held me too tightly.
We chatted while heading to my hotel, mostly about our favourite positions and tactics in volleyball. The conversation went smoothly.
Well almost..
"Sunscreen is good for your skin," I said. "You should wear it throughout the year. It prevents wrinkles too."
"What?! Wrinkles? I don't even think about that stuff!" he said immediately, sounding personally attacked.
"I can tell." Ouch
"I have the best tan already, thank you very much."
"Yeah, you mean crispy."
"I heard that."
"Good." He huffed, still smiling as we walked.
"Anyway," I added, glancing at him, "you're going to regret not using sunscreen someday."
He pointed at himself as I had cursed him.
"I will NOT."
"Sure. But really, don't forget to wear it, the sun can be really toxic"
He didn't argue this time
By the time we finally reached my hotel, my face hurt from smiling too much.
"Thanks a lot, Hinata," I mumbled awkwardly once he put me down. "For... uh, you know."
"It's really okay," he said quickly. "But seriously, don't drink like that around strangers! I could've been a serial killer or something!"
"Or a rapist," I added.
His eyes widened immediately. "WHAT? Of course not! Why would you even say that?!"
"You're not, right?"
He looked horrified. Then I burst out laughing.
"I'm messing with you."
"Oh."
He let out the biggest sigh of relief I had ever heard.
"Don't scare me like that..."
I smiled softly. Then his expression changed slightly.
Not sad. Just quieter.
"I'm really glad I met you," he admitted suddenly. He was scanning me again.
The words caught me off guard.
"I mostly train alone," he continued, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "So meeting someone who actually understands volleyball felt... really nice."
Something in my chest tightened.
"And honestly," he continued with a small smile, "If you ever need help with anything while you're here, you can ask me. I can help you with Portuguese, or show you around, or whatever."
That was sweet. Too sweet.
For a second, neither of us spoke.
The noise of the city didn't feel as loud anymore. Even the restaurant behind us felt distant, like it belonged to someone else's night. It was just him. And me.
I became aware of small things all at once--how close he was standing, the warmth still lingering in my skin from the walk, the way he was looking at me like he actually meant every word he said.
My thoughts didn't feel organized anymore.
Just... quiet. I don't know if it was the alcohol, his nice biceps, or the way he kept looking at me like I wasn't completely out of place. But I needed to go inside. It was late anyway.
"Thanks for today, Hinata," I said, turning toward the hotel entrance.
"Goodnight! W-wait! You forgot your bag!" "Oh yeah, right..." I muttered, already annoyed at myself.
He jogged after me and handed it over like it was something fragile. Of course he did.
"You should really get some sleep. We'll talk later, alright?" he said, smiling like he hadn't just turned my entire day upside down.
God... how did he do that?
"Yeah... we will."
βΛβ‘
As I entered my hotel room, I kicked off my shoes, dropped my bag near the bed, and changed out of my clothes without really thinking. The room felt too quiet after everything. I collapsed onto my cold, clean sheets, staring at the ceiling like it might give me answers.
I couldn't believe I had actually done that. Meeting a stranger. Eating with him. Giving him my number. Interacting with volleyball again after... everything.
And all on my first freaking day.
I stayed there for a while, doomscrolling on my phone just to avoid thinking. The light from the screen washed the room in a cold glow while the city outside kept moving without me.
It almost felt like I was forgetting something important.
Then I saw it again. That spider.
"Oh my--AUGHH!" I shot up instantly as it crawled across the bed like it owned the damn place.
"Nope. No, no, no, absolutely not."
I grabbed my flip-flop like it was a weapon and immediately started attacking the air like that was going to solve anything.
"I swear I am an adult," I muttered, "but you are NOT paying rent here." Yeah, neither was I.
One hit. Then another. It tried to run. Gotta lock in now.
"Where the do you think you're going?!"
A final smack. Silence.
"...Good." I stared at the stain it left on my Havaianas.
"Great. Just great." At least now I could sleep in peace
After brushing my teeth, I stood in front of the mirror for a second too long.
Hinata.
That stupid, energetic, ridiculous boy.
His energy was insane. Like he didn't just walk into a room--heΒ filled it. And the worst part was how easy it felt around him. Like I didn't have to overthink every damn second.
And yeah... he was attractive. Obviously.
The ginger hair. The way his arms moved when he played. The stupidly effortless way he picked me up earlier like I weighed nothing.
I had a thing for arms. Unfortunately.
"Stop," I muttered to myself, pressing my palms into the sink. "You just met him today. Relax."
My face was warm. This is stupid.
I turned away, grabbed my bag from the nightstand, and reached inside for my charger.
Something felt off immediately. It was lighter.
I frowned.
"...What the fuck?"
I dumped everything onto the bed. Clothes. Charger. Receipts. Random junk.
No wallet. I froze.
"No... no, no, no, no."
I checked again. Faster this time, more desperate, throwing things around like the bag might suddenly confess. Still nothing.
My breathing got sharper. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
I searched the room next. Bed. Bathroom. Floor. Under pillows. Even the damn trash can.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I stopped moving. The silence in the room felt heavier now.
My brain started rewinding everything without permission.
Airport. Taxi. Beach. Restaurant. Walk back.
Hinata carrying my bag.
Hinata holding it while I stumbled around like an idiot.
Hinata--
I stopped.
My stomach dropped so hard it almost made me sick.
"...No way."
A nervous laugh left me, but it didn't sound right.
"He didn't..."
I pressed my hand against my forehead, pacing now.
He was nice. Too nice. People weren't just that nice for no reason.
Unless--
"No. No, no, no."
I dropped back onto the bed, staring at the mess I'd made.
My heart was beating too fast. The room felt smaller.
And the only thought that wouldn't leave me alone, sharp and ugly and uncomfortable, was:
She came to Brazil to escape volleyball. He came to Brazil because he refused to give up on it. One terrible first impression. One beach volleyball court that neither of them was ready to step onto again.
As days turn into months, two strangers slowly become friends through sunburns, late-night walks, impossible serves, and conversations that begin with teasing and end somewhere neither of them expected.
But healing isn't linear. Some injuries never fully disappear. And sometimes the person who teaches you how to trust again is also the one you'll eventually hurt the most. A slow-burn Shoyo Hinata Γ Athlete!Reader story about second chances, growing up, and learning that becoming stronger has very little to do with winning.
In Portuguese, deslocado means out of place, displaced, or dislocated. It describes someone or something that does not fit in, is far from home, or is physically moved out of its normal position.
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introducing ...
Reader - 20 y.o.
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"I can't seem to let go of the past"
Hinata Shoyo - 21 y.o.
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"I need to get better at everything"
Oikawa Toruu - 23 y.o.
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"The hard part is waking up every day and realizing everyone around you is trying to take your place."
Yachi Hitoka - 21 y.o.
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"Insecurities don't matter, because we are on a flying rock! Believe me, I've been there..."
Kuroo Tetsuro - 23 y.o.
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"If you want something done correctly, you have got to do it yourself"
Kenma Kozume - 22 y.o.
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"If you get boring, I will drop you"
and many more <333 (continue to find out ;p)
a/n (a big one but please readππ)
hello everybodyπΒ welcome to my first ever fanfic - deslocado! I reallyyy hope you enjoy it! I would appreciate if you Β leave a like, a follow,Β or a comment about anything.π«Ά
You can give meΒ yourΒ opinions, ideas, grammar corrections, or even random thoughts in the comments!π
Please mdni!
Also English is not my mother tongue so there might be some mistakes here and there.π₯
I will be releasing the chapters that are finished but the whole story will be under development until it's 100% finished, so I may change some minor details from time to time.
I will try to make the updates as fast as possible!
This fic will follow the events in the Haikyuu manga but I take CREDIT for THIS story
The Haikyuu! plot is not mine - all rights reserved
I believe you are supposed to write these things so bare with meΒ π«°
Anywaysss that is all, hope you love my storyΒ πππ
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She came to Brazil to escape volleyball. He came to Brazil because he refused to give up on it. One terrible first impression. One beach volleyball court that neither of them was ready to step onto again.
As days turn into months, two strangers slowly become friends through sunburns, late-night walks, impossible serves, and conversations that begin with teasing and end somewhere neither of them expected.
But healing isn't linear. Some injuries never fully disappear.
And sometimes the person who teaches you how to trust again is also the one you'll eventually hurt the most.
A slow-burn Shoyo Hinata Γ Athlete!Reader story about second chances, growing up, and learning that becoming stronger has very little to do with winning.
tw: mature themes/mdni! (every chapter will have its own tws) / english is not my first language Β°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ*:ο½₯
an : make sure to check out my story on wattpad (link on pinned post). i really hope you enjoy my first ever fic! personally i love it so far even though it's still under development but i believe it will be finished before summer ends (how romantic) mostly because i have other fic ideas that i want to work on. im so happy to share this story because i am a volleyball player and i relate so much with everything in this and i also got to study hinata's character so much that i feel like im married to the guy. (help). anyways hope you love it make sure to leave any feedback you like! <3 Β°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ*:ο½₯
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