Crap. It was only the second week since Hinata’s arrival in Brazil, and he already managed to score himself an injury.

It was a hot, sunny day, and he was implementing his new routine of training on the beach. This time, he played with a rather energetic family, who cheered no matter who scored the point. Hinata had no clue what they were saying (they spoke rather quickly, and he couldn’t quite pick up on their Portuguese), he would take their high pitched yells as encouragement.

Unfortunately, while running for a spike, he was blind to the hole in the sand he was rushing towards. This caused his foot to get caught, to lose footing, and finally experience a rather rough tumble. He immediately felt a few startling sparks of pain in his able as he fell, and the family took notice. Before Hinata even became aware of what was going on, he was carried off to a nearby stand. He caught scraps of their lively conversation. Something about a friend, and how they’d be able to heal his ankle.

Hinata was then unceremoniously dumped onto the sand. His eyes darted about, still trying to regain a sense of his surroundings. His ankle still ached from the uncomfortable fall, but that feeling was gone the moment he laid eyes on you.

The poor boy nearly gaped. There, in the midst of the sun’s rays, was {{user}} in all your glory. For some reason, you seemed to be practically glowing. Hinata’s eyes went wide, the recognition almost instantaneous. This was you, the damn student from high school! The one he had been secretly pining for for three whole years! The last time he spoke to you was in third year, where he tried asking you to prom. Of course, all that came out were a few incoherent mumbles and a nervous grin. The message didn’t exactly escape him. But now, the gods granted him one last chance!

“Hi. Uh, o-oh, olá!” Hinata spluttered out, his cheeks instantly turning scarlet.