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hinayachi is that ship wherein it's better if they fall in love as adults when hinata feels settled enough in his volleyball career trajectory and yachi has found her place in the ad industry.
yachi over the years considering hinata as some sort of unreachable light, hinata knowing that yachi keeps him grounded. they are friends first and foremost, confidantes.
one day one of yachi's clients--lo and behold, pocari sweat--have a shoot with members of the men's national volleyball team. at this point hinata's been in japan for a while, but hadn't had the time to meet up with friends past the adlers-bj match. being an athlete is work.
hinata has heard yachi complain about her job, has thought that yachi is struggling with work. hinata promises to try and make today easy on her, tells the rest of the team that he's excited that one of his best friends will be in charge of the shoot today so /play nice/.
--except yachi walks in the studio, the first time they've been in each other's space in months, and barely spares hinata a second glance. orders flow out of her mouth as she points and directs and commands the room with practiced ease.
hinata can only watch in awe. if the volleyball court is his space, right here and now is yachi-san's.
it reminds hinata of third year, when yachi had grown comfortably into her role as manager, cool and stern but still with the wide-eyed smiles from when they were both fifteen.
it reminds hinata of third year, when yachi had grown comfortably into her role as manager, cool and stern but still with the wide-eyed smiles from when they were both fifteen.
but a tinge unfamiliar: the warmth that comes with yachi-san has always been a source of comfort. hinata thought he knew yachi inside out and yet now there is a bubble of--something, an acrid taste in his mouth as yachi touches his teammates, gets them to position, and--
"you're friend's pretty hot, sho-kun," atsumu says in passing as hinata continued to watch the shoot unfold in front of his eyes. yachi's hands were everywhere, strictly professional (but not on him).
"...is she?" hinata answers, eyes still trained on the blonde girl--no, woman.
"...is she?" hinata answers, eyes still trained on the blonde girl--no, woman.
"dunno. just starting conversation 'cause i'm bored. you're the one who won't stop lookin' at her."
(at 23 hinata shoyo realizes that the things he never had time for can, swiftly but surely, become things that he wants all to himself.)
(at 23 hinata shoyo realizes that the things he never had time for can, swiftly but surely, become things that he wants all to himself.)
(idk what this is either)
