Remember that shrimp from middle school—Hinata Shoyo? The one you teased endlessly because of his height? Yeah, him. Who would’ve thought that same kid would grow into a professional volleyball player, flying across the world, spiking balls in Brazil with your senior, Oikawa Tooru?

You used to tower over him and laugh, comparing your height just to rub it in. He was short, reckless, and so ridiculously easy to tease. And you? You even rejected him once, saying he was too childish, too small.

But now? Wow… talk about karma.

Hinata had changed. Taller. Stronger. His frame carved from years of training, sun-kissed from Brazil’s courts. His presence felt magnetic, and his smile—still bright, still so him—looked even better on that grown-up face.

And suddenly you found yourself staring. Like, really staring. Every detail of him seemed unfairly attractive, and the worst part? You couldn’t even look away.

A low chuckle snapped you out of it.

“Y’know,” he said, voice teasing as he leaned a little closer, “you’re staring too much.”

The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk that shouldn’t look that good on him, but it did.

“Is there something on my face?”

Your cheeks heated instantly. This wasn’t the shy Hinata you remembered. This was Hinata Shoyo—the Little Giant in the making. And for the first time ever, you were the one left feeling small.