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[shoyododo]

as his PR manager, you have the firm belief that miya atsumu is simultaneously the center of your world and the bane of your existence. 

he would be inclined to disagree, saying that without him, you wouldn’t have such an exciting(stressful) career! you know he only says such things to get you to stay. when he gushes at how great you are at your job, you also know that he only compliments you when he knows he’s in trouble. 

despite the theatrics, he knows you see right through him, just like you always do.

atsumu would never admit it, but he thinks that you probably know him better than anyone else, excluding his brother. it's just like how you’ll never admit that, despite how much you seem to loathe him, you think the same way about him. you would also never admit the reason why, no matter how much he hassles you, you would never even think of quitting. 

you know he needs you, and you’re always there for him without fail, no questions asked. and the one thing you know more than anything else is that you will never, ever admit to a living soul that deep down, you need him too. 

+ this is a prompt for an atsumu fic i have in mind, inspired by one of my fav kdramas, "shooting stars". prob will be titled, "cool with you" + if i do end up writing it, it will most definitely be slowburn & angst ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶. + let me know if you'd be interested in reading it!

[shoyododo]

somethin' stupid

(like, "i love you") pt. 2

i. hajime x reader part 1, part 2, part 3 (coming soon!) summary: it’s spring of your second year of university when it's your turn. (more angst, please read part 1 before this!)

to your surprise, everything goes back to normal. for the past four months, you and iwaizumi still hang out as often as possible and there’s no awkwardness between you two.

true to his word, he acts like nothing happened. truthfully, you still feel guilty that he’d had to shove his feelings down for the sake of your friendship. regardless, things between you two are just fine. or so you want to believe.

since that day, you’ve started noticing things. it’s the small details, unnoticeable to the untrained eye, but you see it. you see the soft, subtle glances he sends your way. you unconsciously take note of the way he brings you your favorite drink when you’re buried in your studies. you notice the way his gaze lingers on you when he thinks you’re not looking. you notice how his voice softens ever so slightly when he goes from talking on the phone with oikawa to you.

you realize that nothing has really changed, he’s always done these things. it’s just that now, you’re actually aware of it. he acts the same, but it feels different. you really don’t want to acknowledge the way it makes your chest tighten, not when you two have already sorted things out and went back to normal.

and then, he's suddenly not. of course the two of you are still hanging out often, but he's a little distant. you two hang out slightly less and his texts get drier and drier.

+++

you also don’t want to acknowledge the way your chest tightens in a different way when oikawa casually mentions that iwaizumi’s going on a date on a call. a date. you don’t pay much attention to anything else he says after that, going on about someone he ran into in Rio recently.

once you get off the phone, you take a moment to rationalize. iwaizumi is a single, attractive man. there’s nothing wrong about him going on a date. nothing at all.

so you should have no qualms at all about the fact that for the entire time you’ve known him, he’s never gone on a single date and now, four months after he told you he loved you, he is. but the two of you have already worked things out, he’s allowed to do whatever he wants and as his best friend, you should support him unconditionally.

he stops by your place that night so the two of you can have another one of your study weekly sessions, with the help of some snacks. you insisted he brings a tub of ice cream as well, which iwaizumi begrudgingly yields to, as he always does.

the night goes on as usual, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence as you complete your work. every once in a while, you take a break and show him funny videos on your phone. he takes it upon himself to scold you about your sweet treat habits when you ultimately get a brain freeze.

things are going well, but you can’t help the thoughts that have been gnawing at you since earlier that day.

“so… a little birdie told me you’re going on a date?”, you start, trying to be as casual as possible.

he looks up from his book, surprise ridden on his face. he clears his throat and looks back down.

“yeah, i do”.

he doesn’t offer anything else so you press him further.

“oh, um. that’s great!… sooo, when is it? your date?”, you lean further on the table and force a smile.

“friday”, he responds blankly, still not looking up.

“cool, cool. and who’s the girl?”, you try to ignore the way your voice pitches higher and higher as you speak.

“this girl from my psych class”.

“aaand what else? what’s her name? how’d you meet?”

“are you interrogating me or something?”, you’re taken aback at his harsh tone. you move back slightly to stare at your laptop, playing with your nails under the table.

“no, i um– sorry. i didn’t mean for it to come out like that… it’s just that i’m surprised you didn’t tell me anything before”.

“i just... didn’t think i had to”, his tone is sharp and stinging.

“i’m not… saying you had to. hajime, i’m your best friend, you know”.

“yeah, i do. i know that”.

“okay. cool... good luck on your date then”.

“… thanks”, he mumbles, ending the conversation there.

iwaizumi’s never talked to you like this before and it unsettles you. you want to say more, ask him why he suddenly seems so distant and reserved, but you don’t want to do anymore damage.

the rest of the night is dead silent, aside from the loud typing on your end and his heavy scribbling. unlike before, the silence is no longer comforting. a heavy tension fills the space between you two up until he grumbles a quick “bye” and takes his leave.

you’re now left alone with thoughts of him, his abrupt attitude with you, and his date this friday.

+++

things do not go back to normal, unfortunately. you feel a wave of deja vu except that this time, it feels like he’s the one avoiding you. initially, you try go on as normal, sending him text updates and funny memes, all of which go unread. sure, it’d be hypocritical of you to be upset when you had given him the same treatment before, but you can’t help it. you just desperately want to talk to him.

it’s been three days of radio silence on his end when you see him as you pass by your guys’ favorite cafe. you stop in your tracks. he’s sitting by the counter smiling at his coffee, which you know is an iced white mocha. he denies that he has a sweet tooth, but he orders one every time. he looks as great as ever, glowing in the sun and he looks so happy. across the table from him is a girl you’ve never seen before.

ah, that's right, you think to yourself, today’s friday.

your heart sinks to your stomach at the sight of him on a date with another girl at the same cafe you two frequent almost every monday before class, at the same table you always sit at together. you frequent so often, in fact, that the baristas know you and him by name and coffee order.

iwaizumi’s date begins to laugh at something he’s said, the both of them giggling in their seats. he turns to the window and spots you, and you make eye contact. in that moment, you can't bring yourself to look away. his eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and simply turns back to his date, as if you weren’t there.

you feel even worse that he chose to ignore you. you have to force your eyes away from the scene, your legs struggling to move as you make your way back to your apartment, trying and failing to hold back your tears. you forget what you even went out for today.

when he looks back at the window, you’re gone. he takes another sip of his drink. absently, he thinks that his white mocha tastes particularly bitter today.

+ i'm sorry i wanted to keep things short but the urge for angst and slowburn prevails ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

[shoyododo]

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+ “short n’ sweet” s. hinata x reader + “thinking bout you” s. hinata x singer!reader + “somethin’ stupid pt 1, pt 2, pt 3” h. iwaizumi x reader + “see u in my dreams, maybe” s. hinata x reader + "his PR manager" m. atsumu x reader

[shoyododo]

see u in my dreams, maybe

shoyo hinata is a big dreamer, both literally and figuratively. he has grand ambitions as a volleyball player, which has led him to where he is now. he’s accomplished his biggest dream of joining a pro team, being able to play with his old buddies once again.

during the day, he’s practicing with his teammates, having the time of his life. he’s always present in the moment and ready for the upcoming future. if you ask him, he'd say he couldn't be any happier.

as soon as night hits, the moment he rests his eyes, he’s haunted by dreams of the past. behind closed eyes, the memories play on repeat.

he sees your face, a wide smile adorning your beautiful features. he sees you on the back of his bike, hair blowing in the wind, holding onto him for dear life. he hears your carefree laugh, the one that makes his chest warm, the one he misses so dearly. he feels your hands running through his hair, head in your lap while you’re whispering affections made for his ears only. his dreams are so vivid, like he’s travelled back in time. it almost feels like you’re here with him. almost.

by the time he wakes up, he has to come to terms with the fact that he’s alone. an empty feeling fills his chest when he turns to side to side and you’re not there.

that night in particular, he dreams of your last night together. your shaking figure, sobbing into his shirt as he hugs you tightly with his face buried in your hair. your hands are cupping his face, fingers delicately wiping his tears away as you tell him that you’re always going to be proud of him, no matter what. you share one last kiss before he wakes up to reality, the harsh reality in which he hasn’t heard from you since that night.

sometimes, the feeling of longing becomes too much. he looks for your number and presses ‘call’, but it never goes through. his texts remain undelivered. he assumes you changed your number, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. he has no idea where you are now. maybe you moved to a new city, a new country, even. he hopes wherever you sleep now, you see him too.

his one comfort is knowing that when he goes to bed tonight, he’ll get to see you again.

[shoyododo]

somethin' stupid

(like, "i love you")

h. iwaizumi x reader: part 1, part 2, part 3 (coming soon!) summary: it’s mid-november during your second year of university when your best friend, iwaizumi, calls you an idiot. and accidentally tells you he loves you. (angst, unrequited(?) love, bffs)

you’re not the type to brag, but you could say you’re more than proud of the fact that you and iwaizumi have been best friends since high school. you two are attached by the hip, so close in fact that other people find it strange.

“so you guys… aren’t dating?”, you get asked often by acquaintances, friends, and even your parents. you don’t blame them, it’s not as common for a guy and girl to be so close yet being purely platonic, but it’s true. ever since you two were assigned as deskmates in the first year of highschool, you became best friends. even after graduation, when you two found out you both got into the same university in California. there was just no separating you.

despite being busy with classes, you and iwaizumi still make time to hang out quite often. You study together, go out to eat together, and go to parties. though, the last one is a rare occurrence. you usually have to beg him to come with you, and he only gives in because he refuses to let you get blackout drunk without supervision.

it’s after one of these parties when he walks you back to your dorm. It’s late at night and despite the fact that it’s SoCal, the mid-November weather is making you shiver. iwaizumi drapes his jacket over your shoulders without a word and you thank him. he’s making sure you’re safe and not stumbling into someone else’s dorm on accident, which unfortunately has happened before.

“alright, spill. how many shots did you take?” he eyes you suspiciously.

“hmm, not telling you”

“okay, whatever. at least we left before you could try to down any more”.

you’re silent, remembering the last moments of the party before you told iwaizumi you wanted to leave. as always, he notices, you think nothing ever gets past him.

“hey, what’s wrong?… you’re still not thinking about that guy are you?” he sighs. “look, he’s a huge moron. you’re better off without that dickhead”.

you let out a small giggle at his words and mutter a “thanks”. you know he’s right, that guy was an asshole. it’s not like you miss him or anything. hell, he could drop dead for all you care. you were just upset that he seemed to really like you, and yet he broke up with you out of nowhere without telling you why. so when you saw him shamelessly flirting with another girl at that party, you couldn’t help but be a little angry.

iwaizumi changes the topic to distract you from your ex and he begins to tell you anecdotes about oikawa in argentina. luckily, it lifts up your mood pretty quick.

“no freakin’ way. did he really do that? how on earth did he manage to mix up ‘pesos’ and ‘penis’?”, you’re almost hunched over from how hard you’re laughing.

“pftt. no idea, but it ended up on the local news”

“oh my god”

“i’m telling you, no matter how big of a hotshot he is, he’s still an idiot”

“well, you're the one that's friends with him, so what does that make you?”

“idiot’s genius best friend, duh. i can’t believe the universe stuck me with two idiot best friends”,

you fake offense at that. it’s a common routine for the two of you to banter back and forth. all in good fun, of course.

“excuse me? you’re an idiot too! how do you think we became friends?!”,

he laughs at your outburst.

“yeah, sure. but you’re an even bigger idiot, but it’s okay ‘cause i’m in love with you”.

you pause in your steps. you suddenly feel very sober. he takes a bit longer to realize, you know the moment he does when he freezes in place.

he refuses to look back. the words had come out so naturally, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, that he didn’t even realize at first. it’s why you’re staring at him, wide-eyed and frozen in shock. it’s not just the fact that he said it, it’s the way he said it so genuinely, like he means it.

“what?”, it comes out small, almost inaudible, like you didn’t want to even acknowledge what he said in the first place.

iwaizumi wishes nothing more than to drop dead right now. he didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out. this is one of the few moments in his life that he thinks, oikawa might've been right, bottling things up is a terrible idea. each time he said that, iwaizumi would always call him a hypocrite. he has never hated being wrong like he does right now. what can he even say? it’s been silent enough that you both know it wasn’t a joke or a meaningless accident.

“i… i meant to say ‘i love you’, as in ‘i love you as a friend’. platonically. not in that way. like ‘oh, you’re an idiot but i love ya’. as a friend... sorry, that was stupid.”

he’s glad you can’t see his face right now, he’s sure he looks like the biggest idiot right now. it feels like an agonizing eternity before you finally respond.

and to his surprise, you laugh it off. a part of him is relieved you’re not taking this too seriously, the other part is in shock at how you’re laughing while he’s a hair away from a full blown panic attack.

“hey, it’s fine. slip of the tongue or whatever it’s called. c’mon, i wanna get home already!”.

as much as he wants to act normal after, he knows you. he knows you’re just trying to lighten the mood. you know him too, you know when he’s being playful and when he’s nervous. right now, you think he’s more nervous than you have ever seen him.

neither of you acknowledge the awkward silence for the rest of the night, or the way you mutter a quick, “goodnight!”, before rushing into your apartment.

as soon as he gets home, iwaizumi drops down on his bed and holds his head in his hands.

Oh my god.

+++

you don’t speak to him for the next couple days. as much as you want to pretend everything is normal, like your closest friend since high school hadn’t just accidentally confessed his love for you. as much as you want to believe it was just a mistake, you know better.

iwaizumi hasn’t heard from you in four whole days. he refuses to be the one to reach out, he knows you need space even though it’s killing him not being able to talk to you.

“well, you’re lucky you still have me, iwa-chaaan!”

it's been less than 5 minutes and he already regrets calling oikawa.

“can you take this seriously? i’m kind of going through something right now”

“okay, okay. no need to get your panties all in a bunch”

“oikawa, i swear to go-”

“LOOK, it’s going to be alright. no matter what, you guys are still friends. she’s not going to ignore you forever so just… tell her the truth so you can get past this. who knows, maybe she’s just shocked? for all you know, she could feel the same way!”, iwaizumi doubts that, but his worries are somewhat tamed.

“yeah... yeah, you’re right. i should just talk to her, right?”

“right! see? you don’t have to worry so much. oh, by the way i’m definitely going to mention this in my best man speech for your weddi-"

“i’m hanging up now”.

+++

it’s day five without any contact with iwaizumi. you’ve calmed down about the whole thing, but you’re just not sure how to talk to him right now. you can’t just say, “hey, i know you said you love me, but can we just pretend nothing happened, haha?”. that would just be cruel and he deserves a better response than that.

you’re pacing around your apartment when a knock on your door takes you out of your stupor. you’re mentally preparing yourself before you open the door because you already know who it is.

“hey”, you greet him as nonchalantly as you can.

“hey. um, i think we should talk. can i come in?”

you open the door wider and motion for him to come in. not trusting yourself to not say something stupid, you let him take the lead.

he takes a seat on your couch and you follow suit. he doesn’t bring up the way you sit farther than usual.

“i’m sorry”, for the first time in five days, you look him in the eyes. you regret it instantly, he looks hurt. he’s hurt and it’s because of you. you were the one avoiding him over something he can’t control, and he’s apologizing to you. you want to say something, refuse his apology, tell him you’re sorry, but you can’t bring yourself to. you decide to just listen instead.

he looks away and takes a deep breath, attention going to his hands that are fiddling in his lap. he clears his throat before he begins,

“i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. but, i owe you the truth. i’m in love with you. i’ve been in love with you for a long time"

you try to hold back your expression and nod for him to continue.

"you’re the best person i know. you’re smart, you’re funny, and you never get sick of me no matter how much i bully you. you don’t have to say anything, i don’t expect you to feel the same. you’re my best friend and i care about you more than anything, but i don’t want anything to change between us. but, more than anything, i just don’t want to lose you”

you feel your heart sink. you feel so guilty because of course he’s being the mature one, as always. he’s pouring his heart out to you and you know that you have to be honest.

“i’m sorry, hajime”, you almost want to cry. you want nothing more than to erase the hurt off his face, knowing it’s because of you.

“it’s okay, it’s not your fault”

“It’s not yours either. i… don’t want things to change between us too, you’re still my best friend”, you’re fiddling with your hands too.

he finally looks at you and gives you a small smile,

“then, let’s just pretend this never happened. okay? trust me, i'll be fine. we’re gonna be alright”. you want to cry again at his selflessness. when you look at his reassuring smile, you think everything’s going to be okay. you two will be okay.

“i think… i think you deserve better than me, hajime”, you sigh.

he's silent for a moment before he tells you, in the softest voice,

“didn’t i tell you? you’re the best person i know”.

loosely inspired by jim and pam's slow burn...

sorry iwaizumi ily ur just so slowburn besties to lovers ughh

also, i once said "penis" instead of "pennies" during class and it was indeed mortifying.

part 2 coming soon!

[shoyododo]

thinking bout you.

+ s. hinata x singer!reader, pining, hinata pov, exes to lovers(?)...

+++

it's been over a year since you and hinata shoyo broke up. it was a mutual agreement, neither of you wanted to let go of each other but realistically, it had been the only option.

he was set to fly to Brazil to train and become a pro volleyball player and you wanted to stay in Japan to continue to pursue your passion in music and songwriting. both of you had far bigger dreams ahead of you and refused to hold each other back, despite how painful it was. it wasn't a bad breakup per se, but it had just hurt too much for you two to remain friends.

after your split, you two hadn't had been in contact since, becoming nothing more than strangers with a past. it was for the better, but that doesn't mean he stopped thinking about you, not at all. it was hard to do so when yachi and yamaguchi give him regular updates about you against his will. they were probably doing the same thing to you, he realized. maybe they assumed the two of you ended on good terms. he didn't blame them for it, after all he generally tries to avoid talking about you at all costs.

it's not like their updates were neccessary, anyway. you're on the cover of articles, magazines, late night shows, you're unavoidable. seeing headlines of your music on the top charts and sold out concerts, he wasn't bitter that you were doing more than well. it was the opposite, actually.

of course he caught up on all the news about you, even listening to every single and album release. occasionally stalking your socials, though he wouldn't find much. you were a fairly private person despite your fame, much to his dismay. but no matter the situation, he couldn't be more proud of you and what you achieved, even if he wasn't there with you.

from time to time, he silently hoped you felt the same. he hoped you knew about his years of practice and making a name for himself, getting recruited as a pro player, playing for the national team, just like he told you he would when you were still together. you had given him your unconditional support each time, he'd always loved that about you.

it was hard to forget about you, you were his first love after all, just as he was yours. and secretly, he hoped you thought about him just as much as he thought about you. he hoped you felt the burning ache in your chest and missed him as much as he missed you whenever you heard his name. he's always loved your voice and your music, there wasn't ever a doubt in his mind you were going to make it big. though, he thought that you'd be so out of reach.

so as usual, he listened to your most recent album as soon as it released. sometimes, he felt like you were writing to him, singing the lyrics directly into his ear, but that's always just been his wishful thinking.

after all this time, he realizes it might be time to let go, for real. he's been moping for a little too long now. you two were over, broken up, finished. you have gone on your own paths and live different lives. it's time he accepted the reality of it and stopped hoping for the impossible chance for you to get back together. he decides this is the last time he listens to you, a final goodbye and he's done for good, completely rid of his wishful thinking.

at least it was supposed to be, until now, when your newest album, "h. s.", popped up his screen.

…

he pauses, takes a deep breath, takes a lap around his apartment, screams out his balcony, double checks his phone, and takes another deep breath before he presses play. he tries to reason against the rapid beating of his heart.

it's just a coincidence, it's not him, it can't be about him. there are a tons of things it could be before him. "h. s." could stand for just about anything; high school, holy spirit, harlem shake. not to mention the fact there are millions of other people with those initials.

...

he stops his train of thought there, because the thought of you dedicating a whole album to someone else is enough to make him sick to his stomach.

those thoughts were put to rest when the lyrics flow through his ears. this was different to anything else he's heard from you before, and he's listened to all of it so of course he would know. he's never heard you be so desperate and… yearning.

he has no idea what to do. the more time that passes, the more it feels like you're talking about him, talking to him, telling him. he wants to chalk it all up as him being delusional, because there's no way you wrote this song, this whole album about him, is there?

his mind flashes back to when the two of you dated, when he'd notice a faraway look in your eyes when you zone out and gaze at him. each time he asked you what you were thinking about.

"i'm just thinking bout you", you'd reply each time with a soft smile. back then, it never failed to make him warm and flustered. now, it makes him breathless, hearing you sing those same words to him over and over.

it's almost taunting him, the way he wants so bad to show up at your door to see you and hear those words crystal clear just once more.

so he does just that.

he doesn't hesitate to beg yachi for your new address and she was more than happy to inform him that you live less than 30 minutes away. he sets aside the fact that he knows for sure she's going to call up yamaguchi and tsukishima right after.

he runs the 20 minute walk and makes it there in half the time, your songs playing in the background the whole way there. the album is full of breakup songs and love songs, but there's parts that stick with him.

"baby, i don't want no one, no one else. so hurry, 'cause i need some, need some help. and i've been waiting patient, patiently. 'cause i don't have you here with, here with me"

there was no way he'd wait a second longer after hearing that. not that he has to wait long, because you're opening the front door before he even knocks.

he takes in the sight of you in casual clothes, opening the door even wider with a soft look on your face. you don't look shocked at all, as if you expected this, as if you'd knew he would come running straight to your door at 10 P.M.

even after all of that, the thing that makes the words caught in his throat is the way you're looking at him with an expression he knows all too well. an expression he knows he makes whenever he's thinking about you.

the two of you stand face to face at your doorway, not saying a word, just staring at the other. you're the first one to break the heavy silence.

"hi"

"h-hi"

he curses himself in his head for not preparing what he was going to say before he made it here. leave it to him to leap into action without a plan. how exactly did he think this was going to play out? what on earth did he think he was do-

"so…

did you like the album?".

i love shoyo & ariana grande and this was the result #notbetaread

thinking about making this a series...

i'm downbad for timeskip hinata.

[shoyododo]

short n' sweet.

+ s. hinata x reader, timeskip, suggestive, 1 year age gap

short and sweet.

those were the words that came to mind if someone asked you how you'd describe your underclassman, hinata shoyo.

although he was only a year younger than you when you met him, you always saw him as just a cute and cheery kid. he was always full of energy and enthusiasm, and always so sweet to you whenever you interacted.

the two of you met your second year of high school through nishinoya. upon his request, you tried your best to tutor him and help raise his grades. honestly, you did it out of pity after seeing his horrifyingly low scores. in return, he personally invited you to his practices and games, introducing you to his fellow teammates. it wasn't exactly a fair exchange, you thought, but you humored him nonetheless.

the first time you agreed to watch, you remember nishinoya excitedly introducing you to his favorite underclassman. you were surprised to be met with what you could only describe as a mini nishinoya, though he was slightly taller and more polite. since then, hinata would always greet you sweetly and well-manneredly, and you would return his greetings with compliments on his plays. mainly because you thought the way he stammered and flustered when you praised him was so cute. your compliments were genuine, nonetheless. he really was without a doubt, an impressive player.

for the rest of high school, you would keep running into him between classes and at games. you two went from acquaintances to friends and you remember him quite fondly.

so to say that you were in disbelief about three years later, when your previously short and sweet hinata has you pressed against the wall of your apartment, towering over your figure, gripping your hips and hungrily marking your neck, would be an understatement.

what.

what.

sure, you know a lot can change in the span of a few years but you had no idea it could change this much. once a scrawny and adorable kid is now built, muscular, and to your horror, very handsome. of course you had attended his first official match and noticed the change, but seeing him up close and personal has you weak. or maybe that was due to his firm, large hands sliding under the hem of your shirt and going higher and higher.

this was certainly not the outcome you expected when he invited you to hang out "for old time's sake", but you can't exactly bring yourself to complain. especially not when he brings himself up from your neck to kiss you breathless, leaving you to grasp at his shirt, his hair, anything to keep your knees from buckling over.

"fuck y/n… y-you have no idea how long- i've been waiting to do that" he tells you softly between kisses.

your mind is still trying to play catch-up, fuzzy from the way he's been feeling you up. despite the shock, your mind is screaming to you. don't stop. keep going. fuck, this feels so good.

when he pulls back to scan your face for any signs hesitance or rejection, you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer and whisper in his ear.

"show me then, shoyo".

when you move to kiss him on the cheek, you see him wide eyed and even redder than before. a second later, he's lifting you up by the thighs. you gasp at the sudden movement, as well as the fact that he's gotten so strong, lifting you with ease and carrying you to the bedroom without issue.

+ + +

when you wake up the next morning, sore and groggy, you notice he's already awake. the way he looks at you with such affection and softness was overwhelming. there is no awkwardness, only a fond, heartwarming feeling in your chest as he shyly confesses his feelings for you along with his intentions on taking you out on a date, spoiling you, and making you his. how can you refuse such an offer? you realize despite the drastic change in his appearance, he's still just as adorable as when you first met him.

you find it even more adorable when you go to use the bathroom and overhear him gushing to his friends on the phone about how he finally asked out his pretty upperclassman, the girl he's has a huge crush on since high school.

hinata shoyo is still your short n' sweet guy, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

did someone say shoyo carpenter!!!