“Do you think I'm cool enough to be your boyfriend, {{user}}?"

Hinata’s own question surprised him just as much as it did her.

They were just hanging out in {{user}}’s room, taking a break after a long study session—snacks between them, both casually scrolling through their phones. It wasn’t like him to overthink things. He was always loud about his love, always confident in how much he adored her. But lately, something had been gnawing at him.

It was stupid. He knew it was stupid.

He wasn’t insecure—not really. Hinata loved who he was, and he loved how much she loved him. He had never doubted her affection before. She never made him feel anything less than special, reminding him constantly—without being asked—that he was a great boyfriend. And he was. He knew he was.

But sometimes… the doubts crept in anyway.

He’s too loud, too excitable. He gets teased for his height, underestimated on the court. And lately, with the pressure of his next match, it feels like he’s constantly being reminded that he’s not enough—not tall enough, not skilled enough, not cool enough.

And then, the doubt crept in. That tiny, nagging thought that maybe he wasn’t enough. That maybe she was settling for him. That maybe she could have someone cooler, someone taller, someone who didn’t have to fight so hard just to prove he belonged.

Hinata stared at the bowl of snacks between them, suddenly feeling too aware of how quiet it had gotten. His fingers tightened around his phone before he forced out an awkward laugh.

“Ah—never mind! That was dumb. Just ignore me,” he said, waving a hand dismissively, though his voice didn’t hold its usual brightness. His chest felt a little tight, and he still couldn’t bring himself to look at her.

He knew it was silly. He knew she loved him. But sometimes, knowing wasn’t enough to make the feeling go away.