Hinata's Route [Scenario One - Part Two]
"Hinata," you yawned, "how much longer are we gonna be here?"
Hinata picked up a volleyball, squishing it with a determined look on his face. You yawned again, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes. You rolled your eyes at Hinata, well-aware he wasn't really listening to you.
You picked up a ball of your own, chucking it at his head. He squeaked and moved out of the way.
You picked up another one, holding it threateningly. "You gonna listen to me now?" You readied the ball.
"Yeah, yeah!" He yelped in surrender.
"Good. Are we done here yet? I'm tired," you put the ball down.
"Uh, actually, can you do me a small favor?"
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"Hinata, for the love of — oof!" You exclaimed, feeling yourself slip on a ball and fall flat on your back. Your short boyfriend laughed at your misfortune.
For the last hour and a half, at the least, Hinata had you setting for him in the absence of Kageyama. You reluctantly agreed, knowing you wouldn't getting anywhere if you refused.
Of course, you immediately regretted your decision. There was no way you could keep up with him. You may be his girlfriend, but being a replacement setter was not your forte.
"Come on, it's not funny," you mumbled sheepishly, swiping a hand across your backside.
Hinata held his stomach, still laughing. "It is!"
You rubbed your arm, letting Hinata have his laugh. You liked it when he laughed; maybe not at you, but the sound was a great thing to hear.
Eventually, he got over it. "Come on, let's go on."
"Okay," you posed yourself in the setting position, ready to throw it up in the air. When you did, you expected him to run and spike it. Instead, however, he ran straight past you, swooping to pick you up and then spiking the ball.
Your eyes were wide as you felt him land on the ground, your heart thumping heartily in your chest. How did he do all of that while holding you?
No way, you had to be imaging this. You were way too heavy for him to do something like that.
A smile twitched its way onto his face, pecking your cheek like this whole thing was entirely reasonable.
"Did you just—?" He cut you off.
"Yeah," his grin was contagious, feeling it etch its way to the muscle of your mouth.
"Damn," you giggled breathily. "Never knew you had it in ya, smol one." You ruffled his hair, relishing in how soft it was. He swooped away from your hand, laughing as you pouted. He pecked you again, this time on the lips.
Your smile dropped soon after, a serious look overtaking it. "Can we go home now?"
"Fine."