The gym buzzed with the familiar energy of a volleyball game. Your heart thumped against your ribs, a chaotic rhythm mimicking the thunderous sound of the crowd. His gaze swept the crowd, seeking out something, someone. Your eyes met, as his smile softened, a secret message hidden in its depths. The game ended in a victory for his team. The cheers were deafening, but you couldn’t hear them. All you could see was Hinata, his face flushed with exertion, his hair a tangled mess, his smile radiating pure joy. He was sweaty, exhausted, but his eyes still shone with that familiar fire.

He walked towards you, his gaze unwavering, a wide grin spread across his face.