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im finally home! thank you for the tag Lale <3 love you lots!

you know, after making the list, i realized sad and horny are two sides of the same coin kdkdskd

the last two are on my abandoned AO3! they are private tho so you'll have to be logged in to see them

My All (Mia Fey x f reader; nsfw)

"I Guess I must have Loved You" (Miya Atsumu x gn reader; angst)

Late at Night (Nico Robin x gn reader; angst)

Feed the Fire (Portgas D. Ace x gn reader, nsfw)

Unconventional Medicine (Nico Robin x f reader; nsfw)

ill tag @mirkaaaluv @nanamis-bigtie @mysticaltigersorceress and anyone else who wants to join!

in honor of old fics --

reblog and tell me 5 of your old fics that you'd love if ppl rediscovered it! (hype urself up!! ur allowed!!!) i'll go first:

seductive danger; fluff; sakusa kiyoomi

hate; fluff and angst; tsukki

waiting for winter - sfw, fluff; zayne

promise (to be holy) - sfw, fluff; rafayel

love as one of the dead languages; fluff, assassin!au; oikawa

np tags: @stellamancer @peachsukii @sugurouge @dilucs @mewnbuns @saetiate @strawberrystepmom @limerlove @aimfor-theheart + anyone else who wants to do this!!! you! yes you!!!!

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so while on my 3 hour flight back home, i went through my notes app to reread all my unfinished wips and stories, my silly ideas that hadnt come to fruition yet

and this is genuinely the first time i didnt cringe or feel embarassed of my writing when rereading the notes and ramblings of my past self

i almost want to cry. i think that in and of itself is a sign of major improvment on my part, of how much ive improved both, my writing and value of my self worth. im finally beating those inner demons that would tell me my writing aint shit.

ive briefly mentioned it before but being labeled as the "dumb jock" stereotype during school was always insulting to me, especially by peope who i considered my best friends at the time.

for the longest time, it really put a barrier in my mind that i thought i wouldnt ever be able to express myself with words, that the only response i was allowed to have was physical altercations and spelling/grammar errors, the latter used against me to belittle my writing with past friends.

by no means am i validating those mocking jeers towards me, sometimes i didnt just know any better than to swing at that past friend who was making fun of my fan fiction, something that was vulnerable to me. i would get pissed kdskds

i just wish i could go back and not let those self proclaimed "bookworms" egoists fuel my distate towards reading and books, so much so that i would kinda lean into that dumb jock stereotype bc it felt like, idk, the path of least resistance?

its all water under the bridge now, we were all dumb kids at the end of the day.

i know better now that i can be a gymrat who articulates themselves well and write beautifully. i can and always had this ability to improve and i will continue to grow.

this lack of cringe while i reread my writing is all the proof i need to continue improving. that im beyond that fear of self doubt now

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A Defense of Unfinished Fic

I was talking about abandoned unfinished fics on Discord when someone said along the lines "FR bro I don't even read fic if not marked as completed" and that made me scootch my chair out to think a bit.

I think that's a little cruel, refusing to engage with a fic because its not 100% done yet.

Not only are people who do this missing out on great experiences, but its a refusal to engage with the author. It's refusing to acknowledge the author's effort in sharing something they worked a lot of hours on.

Like I get it. Nobody wants to take the cliffhanger or get mad that a fic they let live rent-free in they head disappeared into the ether, never to be updated again.

But that's part of life sometimes man. Sometimes stories are left unfinished. That didn't stop people from loving it as it was and taking inspiration.

Case in point is the manga Berserk. Highly influential series that inspired lots of others (e.g. Dark Souls, Elden Ring, even you guy's favourite Black Butler) amongst other things. The author Kentaro Miura struggled with juggling other projects and his declining health. He died before it was finished. But without this series being read and becoming popular, a lot of things we enjoy would have been really different. FF7 Cloud would have been carrying a little baby Fischer Price sword maybe idk.

So please, I invite you to engage with unfinished fanfic, whether it's one chapter done, or seven out of thirty planned. Give it your time and your comments.

Fanfic writers are not as visible a part of fandom community as artists or cosplayers. When a fic writer posts on social media or TikToks it doesn't make the same numbers as a cosplayer posting part of they fit or an artist posting a WIP.

But boys would cry, scream, throw up, piss they pants, shit and possibly die if Ao3 and FFnet were taken down permanently.

But interacting with the fic as its posted chapter by chapter? That's giving the writer that connection to the community one would give an artist or cosplayer when their work is still cooking.

I don't want this post to make people feel like they're being guilt tripped into participating in reading and commenting on fics. But there's really few ways I can convey how this is vital to the fandom ecosystem. It's like thanking the bus driver or washing your hands. If you don't wash your hands I will curse your crops.

Tl;dr: plz read unfinished fic and comment too thank you

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Words & Phrases to Avoid in Writing

When you sit down to write an article, essay, or novel, you’ll have to make decisions about word choice and phrasing.

Whether you’re a writer of novels and short stories, a teacher proofreading a research paper or other academic writing, or a content marketing specialist trying to eliminate weak words from your infographic, there are certain unnecessary words you should eliminate that can improve any piece of writing.

Here is a list of words to avoid, as well as some general writing and editing tips to follow in order to become a better writer:

“Very”: Though “very” is meant to be an intensifier, it is clunky and provides no additional information beyond the word it’s magnifying. If you find yourself writing that someone is “very hungry” or “very tired,” it’s likely a sign that you should be choosing stronger adjectives. Instead of “very hungry,” try “famished.” Instead of “very tired,” try “exhausted.” Substituting “very” with stronger adjectives will help decrease your word count, make stronger word choices, and develop a sharper writing style.

“Is” and other “to be” verbs: “To be” verbs, including “is,” “am,” “are,” “was,” “were,” “being,” and “been,” are among the most common words in the English language. That means they’re also among the most overused and should be rejected in favor of stronger verbs. Oftentimes, “to be” verbs are a sign of passive voice, which results in needlessly complex sentence structure. Here’s a good example: Why write “The line was flubbed by Alex” when you could write “Alex flubbed the line”? Active voice helps eliminate useless words while making the sentence more dynamic and easier to understand.

“Thing”: “Thing” is a vague word—it can mean many different things, and vague words force the reader to spend extra time and effort to determine their meaning. When a writer uses words like “thing” and “stuff,” they’re often ignoring a potential replacement word that’s far more vivid and clear. Whether your preferred medium is fiction writing, copywriting, or online writing like blogging, one of the most common writing mistakes you can make is using “thing” and “stuff” instead of a word with more specificity.

Redundant phrases: “Join together.” “Armed gunman.” “Unexpected surprise” are all examples of redundant phrases (not to mention clichés). These unnecessarily wordy phrases can cause a reader to become distracted, and editors will often ask writers to get the same point across in fewer words. If you notice any of these phrases in your first draft, you should eliminate them in your rewriting process.

Extra words and crutch phrases: When it comes to the English language, native speakers tend to use extraneous words and filler phrases in their everyday speech. Bloggers and long-form writers alike should try to eliminate these phrases from their writing. Removing filler phrases like “at the end of the day” and “in spite of the fact” will help you use fewer words and improve the overall clarity and efficiency of your writing.

Prepositional phrases: Prepositions are frequently necessary to indicate the relationship between nouns, pronouns, and action verbs, but writers who are overly reliant on prepositional phrases can find themselves writing needlessly long and complex sentences. Thus, one of the most essential writing skills you can develop is the ability to excise prepositional phrases from your work. If you find yourself staring at a sentence with a bunch of prepositional phrases, try shifting to active voice, substituting adverbs, or omitting nominalizations.

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

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the last 2 weeks of june has been a gut punch, i hadn't forgotten about Hinata

Schedule!

June: Hinata x Reader (Space/Future AU, Angst)

July: HQ!! Summer Fic Exchange

July: Oikawa x Reader (A Night to Remember in Buenos Aires)

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i find it really cute that different groups of people will call me Nico and others call me Alex ❤️

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Schedule!

June: Hinata x Reader (Space/Future AU, Angst)

July: HQ!! Summer Fic Exchange

July: Oikawa x Reader (A Night to Remember in Buenos Aires)

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HQ!! VINYL COLLECTION

"What is the vinyl collection?" - it's a series of fanfics i write where i add a little song to them! whether it's a song that fits the mood of the fic, one that reminds me of a character, or even just the song that was on repeat while the fic was in the works, i'll add it in.

Disclaimer: i do not own any of the songs used in any fics, they are just edited and tweaked in speed/pitch by me for entertainment purposes only*

Redress this Crush (Skater Suna x Fem! Reader) - [A Side] [B Side]

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OK I have a hard time telling who does and doesn’t like it so reblog this if you’re a selfshipper who is ok with getting anonymous f/o messages, notes, letters, greetings, etc in your inbox

(and to anyone who likes writing them, you can use this post to find people who enjoy accepting them)

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Redress this Crush (Skater Suna x Fem reader)

[A Side]

A/N: So I saw @aekrn0's art of skater Suna and i spiraled H A R D, i was unwell for a whole week gah damn (if you're reading this, thank for such amazing artwork of my favorite aquarius <3)

CW: 1st year female reader, 3rd year Suna Rintarou, blood, infected wounds, medical help, cleaning wound, high school crush, mutual pinning, reader speaks with the kansai dialect, after school practice, flirting, Inarizaki team guest appearances

WC: 2,477 (enjoy!)

[B Side] - Soon

"Suna really?" you sigh exasperatedly.

This was what… the 4th time this month where Suna fell off his board now? Maybe the 15th time so far this year?

You had lost count in all honesty; it really didn't matter with how frequently he got hurt.

What started out as a small hobby quickly consumed a good portion of Suna's life; he was committed to landing tricks on his skateboard with ease one day. It all started last winter when you had shown him a few videos of yourself skating down by the beach and streets of your hometown as well as a few videos of tricks and stunts performed by professionals.

Though you were technically on a long board, a board built for cruising and riding with ease, Suna was more enamored by the flashiness of flipping a skateboard around and effortlessly taking off as if nothing happened. The pops and snaps of the board from those videos you showed him evoked some desire to do the same.

He's come a long way since his beginner days, he's now able to grind on rails and park benches, much to the annoyance of the residents in the neighborhood. It's not uncommon to hear about his "eventful" morning routes to school where he gets yelled at by elderly folk for skating in their vicinity. To make things worse, it was almost like Suna would bait them even more to shout more insults at him by obnoxiously popping his board in response to their heckling.

It's almost impressive.

But ever since then, he's gotten into more accidents.

In fact, he's the sole reason you bring a compact first aid kit with you at all times. To say Suna hasn't shown up to volleyball practice, limping like some injured animal, with some scrapes, bruises, and bleeding would be a complete lie.

And today was no exception, as their manager, you're the first to open the gym doors and take out equipment from the storage room while the boys slowly trickle in for practice. Suna wasn't usually first but whenever he showed up early, you already know exactly why that is. However there was also more to it than meets the eye.

You weren't oblivious, you loved seeing Suna chase: you knew he's had this crush on you for a long time now, you were the reason he started skating to begin with, and the day he finally gathers the courage to ask you out, you'd happily accept.

To put it shortly, you've had your eye on Suna for a while now.

From the distance you could tell his leg had bled profusely, much more than what you were used to seeing as he leaned against the door frame. You rummaged through your backpack and quickly found that small medical kit while Suna silently walked over and placed his board and bag on the floor next to you, smiling sheepishly as he did. You both didn't say a word to each other, this was already an unspoken ritual between the two of you.

You gesture for him to sit down as you lowered yourself to the floor, sanitizing your hands first. Following his routine, whenever Suna got injured, he'd show up to the gym, he'd explain the event and incident that lead to his accident and injury, then you'd patch him up before the other guys appear. And done.

A brief but cherishing moment.

Not that you mind though, it was rare for you two to have a moment alone together with those twins always making a ruckus, the team in general always bantering with one another as per usual, chaos ran rampant before coach started practice.

Suna was one of the quieter club members; while his silence and staring would made some people uncomfortable, it brought you a sense of calm and stillness, it was consistent and stable. You always admired his cool demeanor even during intense moments in matches, even when the odds are against your team.

As you were getting the alcohol prep ready, his nose wrinkled at the strong smell as he lowered himself to the floor, mentally preparing himself for the stinging pain that was about to come. It just so happened that his scrape was a… rather bothersome one, a constant pain in the ass.

Or more like a pain in the knee, Suna didn't bail correctly or in time and landed directly on his knee.

You can tell from this type of injury, every time Suna would stand up from his desk or sit down, his wound would reopen each time he extended or stretched his leg. The heavy bleeding from the initial impact stopped hours ago but the constant tearing and reopening of his wound allowed fresh blood to escape throughout the day.

"So what were ya doing this time senpai?" you teased. "I'll try to be gentle."

"You're gonna laugh when I tell you." he sighed through a smile, softly banging the back of his head against the gym wall behind him. "It's really dumb".

"Oh yeah?" you said while wiping away the dried trail of blood that went down his leg, resisting the urge to just grasp his hairy calf and give it a squeeze. "You fell into one of the neighbor's plants huh?"

"Nuh uh.. it's more embarrassing than that"

"Oh? Do tell." You snickered, waiting for Suna to unravel another crazy story for you.

"You're gonna laugh… I don't know if I should tell you"

"Tell me or I'm gonna pour all the alcohol on yer open cut right now senpai" You teased, gesturing the bottle close to him, making a motion that looked like you were going to spill all of it contents onto his wound.

He groaned in defeat.

"So on my way to school, I got distracted by a street cat. It looked like… it had the twin's eyebrows… and that's when my wheel got caught on a pebble I didn't see."

"So ya went flying?"

"Preeetty much yeah" Suna chuckled. "I told you it was really dumb"

"Ya need to find that cat and show me a picture of him! I need to see the Miya pussy" you said ever so nonchalantly, as if it was a normal occurrence.

Suna snorted, putting the back of his hand to his face as he let out a loud laugh. "Don't call it that Y/N"

You giggled, feeling full from his genuine laughter, it was always a treat to break down that stoic demeanor of his once in a while and it was especially sweeter whenever you make him crack in front of his teammates.

After wiping off the dried and caked stream of blood that ran down his leg, you reached for the other wipe, ready to confront the main cut itself. "You ready senpai?"

Suna reached for his track jacket, gripping it into a sizeable ball that would help him through the stinging pain. He held his breath, nodding his head and allowing you to proceed.

You slowly and lightly wiped his wound, noticing his grip tightening around his jacket. You felt horrible seeing him writhing in pain like this but it was necessary.

He probably didn't want to admit it but he likely got reprimanded by the assistant principal outside the school's gate this morning about his torn pants and was ordered to go to the nurse's office. You've seen how verbally abusive this guy was with other students who violated dress code policies in the past.

But knowing how cunning Suna is, he always stored an extra pair of clean uniform pants in his locker and just changed into that during classes. He knew that going to the nurse's office meant a phone call to his parents, something he would much rather avoid.

It meant a lot to you in a way, the way he preferred you over the school nurse, knowing you wouldn't say a single word to his mother.

Not that you could anyways, you've never met mama Suna before.

However, you couldn't help but feel a little pitiful for him as you wiped away dirt, gravel and infected parts of his wound; hours upon hours of bacteria festering and accumulating, it was hot to the touch and clearly inflamed from the lack of immediate medical attention.

Based from his furrowed eyebrows and low hissing, he was paying the price for his negligence.

The worst was over just as quickly as it had started, his wound was bright red again but at least now it was free of debris and other microbes. It was just time to apply a band aid and get a move on with today's drills.

His face and fist relaxed once you stopped wiping his open wound, he looked over to you as you piled the used materials and disinfected your hands again before pulling out a pastel pink box from your kit.

You noticed Suna looked hesitant, his face darkened a little as you pulled out some Hello Kitty band aids, arranging them from characters and colors before presenting them to him.

"What's up senpai?" you grinned, almost a little too fiendishly.

"Ah.. I was thinking… I don't need a band aid." he hesitated.

There was silence between you two, bird chirping and singing in their nests next to the gym in this sweltering June evening. You took a deep breath, shaking your head.

"Suna senpai you'll need some coverage while you're practicing don't be ridiculous."

As you leaned over to place the band aid on his scraped knee, his hands quickly engulfed yours, stopping you completely.

"You couldn't get some… less girly band aids at least?"

A smirk spread wide on your face, reveling at the thought of what Suna is gonna say next; you know he wouldn't reject the band aid if you played this card on him.

Your arms pushed forward, pushing back against his resistance.

"Well if ya don't like the Hello Kitty band aids then stop getting injured or ask our dear captain to patch ya up instead senpai!"

Suna came to an alarming halt.

He paused; his face turning white at the thought of "nurse" Atsumu doing a horrendous job of disinfecting his wounds, committing medical malpractice, or applying the wrong ointment and making his injury worse than before.

Realistically, Y/N was a better alternative than seeking out private healthcare and avoiding more skating related injuries.

His arms relaxed as he huffed out a defeated sigh. "I guess… If they're from you, I don't mind.. sorry", his voice hushed and low. His hands guided yours to where he felt the band aid would be most comfortable on his knee during practice.

Without a second thought, you dropped a line that neither of you expected, one that even took you aback as it came from nowhere:

"Good boy, come here"

You could feel the air thicken between you two after you said that, it was a little more forward than your usual flirtations with Suna and certainly he noticed, surely he must have.

Once you finishing applying the aid, you both stayed still for a moment, his hands still holding yours and rubbing his thumb over you. You looked up to see Suna looking at you intensely, his eyes unwavering, larger and more expressive than usual, his face turning a slight shade of pink.

Is he finally going to say it? Is he expecting you to accept his offer?

Your heart started beating faster the longer you two looked into each other's eyes, his hand slowing snaking its way over to your wrist, his fingers pressing firmly on the inside and taking your pulse. His intense expression slowly shifting into a foxy one; he got you right where he wanted you.

Your face started feeling hot, your breathing becoming staggered and uneven as you felt your heart pulsing loudly in your ears. For once, he was the one flirting back, not with words but with actions.

As you opened your mouth to say something, a boisterous voice snapped you both back to reality.

"Samuuuu stop yelling in ma ear!"

"Then don't spoil this week's shounen jump idiot! I was gonna read that when we got home ya' dumb ass"

The twins came barging in, Osamu pushing Atsumu's butt into the gym with his foot and almost making his brother trip over the stairs leading into it. The blondie stumbled and snapped back towards Osamu, more annoyed now.

"Don't push me jerk! Besides they're still in Dressrosa what else is new?" Atsumu hollered, taking the outdoor shoe in his hand and throwing it at Osamu, hitting him dead center on the chest and leaving a dusty footprint across his black shirt.

"That's not the point!"

Suddenly Ginjima's voice could be heard in the distance.

"Oi! Miya twins! Shaddup!!" Followed by some laughter from various teammates, approaching closer and closer. You then hear Kosaku raise his voice and joke, "If ya two don't stop, I'm giving ya both 5 across the ass!".

There a slight pause before both twins bursted into a roaring fit of laughter, just a suddenly as they started fighting, they were now holding onto each other for support as Ginjima, Kosaku, and the rest of the team entered the gym one by one, consumed by their antics. Practice was filled to the brim with cackling and teasing; just another typical start for the volleyball club today.

"What was that??" Osamu hollered, clutching his stomach, trying to get a hold of himself. Atsumu was gasping for air, making an exaggerated and audible gasp before he tried to speak to the team but failed. He just couldn't stop laughing, dropping his weight onto Osamu now.

While that commotion was going on, you quickly hopped on your feet, stiff and still, thinking of everything to calm yourself down before the twins noticed.

Though from the way it seems, all but one's attention was drawn to another squabble between the twins, and admittedly, this one was pretty entertaining.

Suna smiled fondly as he shook his head and rose to his feet, laughing to himself. The timing of these two clowns was unbelievable.

He stepped over to you, patting your back and placing his hand over your shoulder, giving it a small but very intentional squeeze. He leaned down to your level before murmuring into your ear.

"Thanks Y/N. There's something I wanna talk to you about. Meet me after practice?"

Your voice was caught in your throat, unable to break through and respond back; the most you could manage was a tense nod.

After your confirmation, Suna trotted off to join the circus. You smiled intensely, knowing for what's to come in a couple of hours. For now, all you could think about was the lingering feeling of his hand on your shoulder, trying so hard to engrave his presence into your memory.

*Video and song edited by NicoAlex, purely for creative purposes, not meant to be reposted or shared elsewhere*

special shoutout to @joy-girl for the hello kitty band aid idea ily ❤️🥺

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i've been in such a good headspace since i started my new job, i'm incredibly grateful for this ❤️

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i cannot WAIT to start my 8 to 5 job with a one hour lunch break and healthcare benefits

i'll get to girlboss AND potentially write fanfic during company time? slay 🖤

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now the issue is how do i import a GIF on procreate? (i dont think i can)

it's so painful to dream of an angsty story about unrequited love but be forced to clock into work in 4 hours 😭

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it's so painful to dream of an angsty story about unrequited love but be forced to clock into work in 4 hours 😭

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estoy cansada jefe sáquenme de aquí

wanna write but working 5 days a week is brutal 😭

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mi gente ya soy empleada <3 ya voy a tener feria pa comprarme chacharitas de nuevoooo

still working on that Argentinian Oikawa fic :3 probably will get that out soon

we shall see

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Hinata with a Spanish Speaking SO:

(How You Two Met)

Photo Source (Edited by Nico Alex) // post break border by @/evansyhelp

CW: None! Note: Reader is gender neutral!

WC: 808

You thought this language would be easy, that moving to Brazil would be easy. You thought Hinata was just another random volleyball guy you met at the beach. You assumed a lot of things but never would you have expected a study session to turn into something wholesome.

A/N: this was born out of self indulgence, i just wanted an excuse to spread bossa nova Hinata propaganda kdkskds i really head canon that he picked up guitar at some point during his time in Brazil pls enjoyyyy <3

Hinata was so thrilled to find out you were struggling to pronounce Portuguese

He immediately offered to teach you after an embarrassed "não falo muito português" after a volleyball session at the beach

You guys set the time and date for study session at his favorite cafe, one that he highly recommends to everyone

You weren't sure if you guys would really be studying if he was just gonna try to hit on you, like other guys you met at uni

You took the risk anyways, if things got weird, you would never see Hinata again after this, you were going back to your home country in a year anyways

You arrive at the cafe and saw Hinata there waiting for you, waving happily and signaling you to come over

You hadn't noticed it during the volleyball match then but he had... an accent. You just assumed he was another Nikkei of the Japanese Brazilian community here in Rio De Janeiro

It's while waiting in line to order coffee that he told you about his life in Japan, his dream to become a professional player and return home someday to play games

You found it so admirable, you were here on a student visa for something so mundane

He was here for something so remarkable ... that was the first thought that crossed your mind

You two ordered and paid for your drinks, pulling out textbooks while sitting down at the booth

Much to your surprise, he pulled out his own notes, a mess of kanji and Portuguese, some of it you can only half infer based on the similarities of your mother tongue

Hinata was intrigued once you opened up about moving to Brazil, about wanting to explore this corner of the world and underestimating the difficulties in the pronunciation of the language, thinking it would be a cake walk

A few hours fly by and suddenly the conversation is no longer about studying, it's just about reminiscing home and food, albeit with your weak command of the language

He found your accent cute, especially when you would slip up and and mispronounce something as if it was Spanish

At some point the lengua franca became this weird mesh of Portuñol, both of you generally understood each other and in the worst case, you both would write down whatever it was that you're both trying to say

After the study session, you two took a walk on the streets, continuing your conversation about your past lives, the struggles of adjusting to Brazil, etc. when you two come across a musician performing

Hinata effortlessly began to sing along to the bossa nova, not loud enough to gain attention from onlookers but enough to grab your attention

After he finished, he admitted to you that he bought a guitar recently, learning chords from YouTube

A lightbulb went off in Hinata's head suddenly, he looked over at you and asked if you can sing, his eyes shining, awaiting your response

"Come on!" he said. "It'll be easy for you, I'm sure!"

His grand idea being that while he learns chords to bossa novas, you sing to improve your Portuguese, something he admitted to doing while first learning to speak the language

The idea was simple but it was ingenious, you had to admit; you thought back to the times in elementary school where kids would learn a language through songs, ingraining the intonation of each word to perfection

You two shook hands, agreeing to meet up next week for another study session but at his apartment, Hinata recommended some songs to check out by some Brazilian artists, and some for you to study and enjoy

You were pleasantly surprised, here you thought this would be another awkward date but you genuinely felt like Hinata was interested in making friends with you

Bonus:

> Hinata and you would go on to date a while later; You were the first to confess and surprise him with a heart felt "付き合ってください？", Hinata almost cried > You two continue to sing and play together, both music wise and in beach volleyball. You're really the only person willing to put up with Hinata's abundant energy. > Now Hinata is teaching you both Portuguese and Japanese, you in turn teach him Spanish and English. Yes, no one can understand you two because you're morphing all four into a single sentence sometimes > He would later go on to embarrassingly admit to you that his wallet was stolen during that first date but didn't want to inconvenience you, he asked his roommate Pedro to loan him some money in the mean time to pay for the second date until he earned enough to treat you > Hinata introduced you to his (sorta) senpai, Oikawa, when he was randomly in town one day out of the blue. Hinata had to ask you both to slow down in Spanish so that he could stay in the loop of your guy's convo