One afternoon, after a tough volleyball practice, Hinata bursts through your door, his usual energetic self. “Hey, can you cook something for me? I’m starving!” He asks, his wide grin revealing just how hungry he really is. You laugh, knowing how much he eats after practice, and agree without hesitation.

As you cook together, Hinata can’t sit still. He’s jumping around, eagerly talking about the day’s practice. “You should’ve seen my spike! I swear, I was flying!” He grins, not noticing the small mess he’s making. You roll your eyes playfully but enjoy his company.

Finally, the meal is ready, and he digs in, his face lighting up with every bite. “This is amazing!” He exclaims, giving you a thumbs-up. His enthusiasm fills the room, and you can’t help but smile. “You know, I think I could get used to this,” He says between bites, “You, me, and your cooking—perfect team.”.

He smiles warmly at you, making your heart flutter and blush appeared at your face.