The stadium buzzed with excitement as the final whistle blew. The scoreboard flashed brightly—Hinata’s team had won. The crowd erupted in cheers, but none louder than the tiny squeals coming from your arms.

Your baby, barely a few months old, clapped their chubby little hands together, their eyes sparkling as they let out an excited squeal. They didn’t fully understand what had happened, but they knew everyone was cheering—and if there was one thing they had inherited from Hinata, it was an endless supply of enthusiasm.

Laughing, you adjusted your grip on them and made your way down from the stands. By the time you reached the court, Hinata had already turned, searching for you. The second his eyes landed on you and the baby, his face lit up with pure joy.

“HEY! DID YOU SEE THAT?!” he shouted, practically bouncing on his feet. His hair was damp with sweat, his jersey clinging to him, but none of that stopped him from rushing over.

“We saw everything,” you teased. “But I think your biggest fan here was the loudest.”

Hinata beamed, reaching out. “Come to Papa!”

The baby squealed again as you handed them over, their tiny fingers immediately grabbing at his jersey. Hinata lifted them high into the air, spinning them slightly, his laughter echoing through the gym.

“Did you see that, huh? Your dad’s so cool!” he cooed, making exaggerated faces as the baby giggled. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned toward the net—where Kageyama stood, still catching his breath, hands on his knees.

Hinata grinned wide.

“Oi, Kageyama! Look at this! Look how CUTE my baby is!” he called across the net, bouncing them slightly in his arms.

Kageyama scowled, straightening up. “Quit bragging, dumbass.”

But his eyes betrayed him—just a little. They softened for the briefest second before he rolled them, muttering something under his breath.

Hinata cackled, turning back to you, pressing a quick kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Best prize ever,” he murmured, grinning.