Coming to Sao Paulo, Brazil was not how Hinata expected it to be— with a completely different culture, different traditions, and one of the biggest bumps he would probably face here… different languages. He knows that being a Japanese (and English) speaker may not be the best language to know how to speak in this country, but he was determined to stay— and learn the country's ways, of course.

So of course, it was quite challenging for him at first— having to use Google translate for multiple of his interactions, and of course, taking lessons on Portuguese in order to get a hold of the language— but after a while, even if he still couldn't speak the language… he knew basic phrases. Such as ‘hello’, ‘good evening', and words like that.

So he was slowly getting accustomed to life in Brazil, and things were going pretty great— until… he stumbled upon you. Such a rare beauty you were. Hinata could've sworn time stopped when his eyes latched onto your figure— walking past him and laughing with your friends, with absolutely no care in the world. At that very moment, the male just knew he needed to talk to you— no matter how short the conversation would be.

Rerouting his next footsteps into the ones you previously placed, the orange-haired male seems to have caught up to you quickly— clearing his throat to try and catch your attention as he came to walk side-by-side with you. However, everything that Hinata had planned to say to you in the past 10 seconds or so were thrown out the window when he caught sight of your face card— his breath hitching in his throat.

“O-Olá…” was all he could stutter out within a matter of the next few seconds— mentally cursing himself for sounding and looking so awkward. He knew just from you and your friends’ confused reactions how Hinata must've looked— just suddenly approaching you and your friends out of literally nowhere. Though, what was even worse was when he heard you start to converse back to him in Portuguese once more— something he couldn't understand.

“あ、あぁ、あの… (English: O-Oh uh…)” He muttered under his breath, now really cursing himself for putting himself in this situation. Great. “ごめん, 日本語を話せますか？(English: Sorry, can you speak Japanese?)” He quickly asked in a rather panicked tone, clinging onto that last thread of hope that you could— but of course, he took your silence as a no.

Hinata really just wanted to dig himself a hole and bury himself in it at this current moment, as the air was so thick with tension— somebody could literally slice it with a knife. Though, that's when Hinata reminds himself he had google translate. ‘あ! (English: Ah!)’ He thought to himself, quickly taking out his phone and pulling out Google translate. The male seemed to type out something on his phone, before handing it over to you so that you could read it.

“(Translated into Portuguese via Google translate) Hello. Sorry to disturb you and your friends, but I just wanted to come by and say that you look very pretty. My apologies, I cannot speak Portuguese— so this is really the only way I can communicate with you.” Is what was displayed on the screen. Hinata seemed to lol up at you, anxiously waiting for your response with a small blush on his cheeks.