On TThe Wing
Aone watched Hinata jump and run through the ocean's waves as he sat on a sand dune and smiled, contemplating how he had gotten there. He and the tiny ball of sunshine had now been dating for almost six months, and they were some of the best months of his life. Every day that they were together was a new adventure, a new chance to learn something about Hinata, a chance to lift him up and carry him around on broad shoulders.
He still couldn't believe that Hinata was his boyfriend. He never thought he would get far with the crummy box of chocolates he had somehow managed to make himself, but Hinata had been so excited when he was handed the small pink package. Aone was well aware that he wasn't good with words, and so had written what he wanted to say on a card. Hinata had read through it, grin firmly planted on his face, and (somehow) managed to reach Aone to kiss his cheek. (Ok, so maybe Noya helped him out a bit.)
Aone felt like he was floating away, like Hinata had the power to make him light enough to soar through the clouds with him, solely with those little kisses and hands wrapped around his own. He wasn't sure if he wanted to come down.