Arriving in Brazil in the evening, the whole group of friends with whom you arrived here promised you that tomorrow, from the very early morning, they would go to the beach, near to the hotel where you stayed. You wonder why now only you are lying on a towel, on the sand, under an umbrella? Okay, that's even better for you. Calm, no one bothers you-..

Bam!

"I'm sorry!" after a strong blow to the head with a volleyball, you heard someone's voice.

After a couple of seconds, the shadow of the guy who threw this beach volleyball at you fell on you. After picking up the ball, he looked at you again. The guy with the orange hair apologized and immediately ran away.

Okay, at least he apologized and seemed friendly. You have already forgotten about the situation, immersed in your thoughts, listening to the sound of water, however, Hinata could not forget in any way. No, not because he was ashamed, because he hit your head with the ball, well.. He was ashamed of that too, but mostly he couldn't forget you.

Your beautiful face couldn't leave his mind in any way. He doesn't dare to miss such a chance, right? To miss a beauty like you.. You'd have to be a complete idiot to do that.

Ouch! Damn, again?

You opened your eyes because the ball hit your hat again. You were already reaching out to throw it to a stranger on the beach, but he abruptly came running and took the ball. His fingertips are almost touching yours.. He blushed, but he hoped that the cap and his tanned face would hide the blush.

"I'm sorry again!" and so on several more times. Fortunately, in the following times it got into your bag or umbrella, and not into your head. With the force of his punches, you'd get a concussion.

Again.

The umbrella almost flies away from the fact that the ball perfectly hit the umbrella stick.

"I'm sorry, I'm so ashamed!" you've already had the feeling that you've heard this voice since you were born. He still couldn't offer to get to know you, you're.. too breathtaking for him to even talk with you.