Up There (Hinata x Reader)

°Chapter 12°

Hinata stared at the photo that had been posted the day before. Translating the comment at the underneath to Japanese he was able to read it.

(Instagram name): Eat meat friend team with.

Ok. It wasn't translated properly, that's for sure. But Hinata was able to put together a proper sentence despite that.

Eating meat with a friend and my team,

Is the sentence he put together and he thought that it was the most probable sentence out of what was poorly translated.

Sighing, he let his body fall on the couch and stared at the TV where a game was taking place. He has watched three games total so far. One was the Japanese men's team against Spain. And the first game was (Y/N)'s team against (Netherlands/Switzerland), and the third one that was taking place at the moment was (C) Women again against (USA/Canada).

This game was the quarter finals and if they didn't win this they wouldn't be able to win a medal. To say that Hinata was nervous was an understatement. He couldn't even imagine how (Y/N) felt.

He stared at his phone doing what most teens would do if they had a celebrity crush.

Virtually stalk them until they know everything there is to know about them.

Well he wasn't going overboard, but was scrolling through her Instagram feed seeing what she has done over time.

Eventually he can across a photo from about four years prior. You wore a uniform different from the rest of the girls and stood off to the side. The other girls in the photo he didn't recognise, so re came to the conclusion that it was your team before you got recruited.

He stared back at the TV, absentmindedly touching his finger on the screen causing a heart to appear on the photo.

Now here comes every teens crisis.

Getting caught stalking.

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(Y/N) was shaking in her own skin. She was playing her second game today. Tournaments would be similar, playing 2-4 games a day. But with the feeling of pressure eating at her skin, and playing against professionals.

She was a professional.

Immature, but professional.

Maybe.

Cheering rang in her ears, making it sound like a high frequency was going off right next to her.

She needed to calm down, lets her body relax as and take it all in. But she couldn't, just couldn't.

(Y/N) planted one foot on the smooth floor of the gym. Her heart beat pounded in her ears as blood rushed to her head.

The game kept going. (Y/N) was moving non stop, no breathers. Receiving all the balls she could, leaving the ones that her teammates called for, getting the balls they couldn't.

She didn't pay attention to the score board.

The further in the games she went, the harder they became. The teams were stronger and so the games would last longer. Maybe even going close to 40 points in a set.

And after what seemed like endless running and short breaks in between.

The game ended.

And (C) beat (USA/Canada) 2-1.

After thanking the opposing team, the refs, and the audience. (Y/N) walked tiredly to the bench, where she proceeded to sprawl her body along the sweaty laps of your teammates.

"(Y/N), get up." Will called while trying to lower his own heart rate.

Groaning, the girl pushed herself in between two of her teammates. Finally sitting up straight -or as much as she could with her head on one of the woman's shoulders next to her-, Will started to congratulate the team, trying not to look too happy and have a serious facade.

"Good job," he said, his straight face almost breaking "you did well. We will be going out for some food with your families. so once we get to the hotel, wash up and get dressed for later."

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Hinata looked back at his phone after a couple hours.

The game ended with (C) winning and it made Hinata's heart swell. Even though (Y/N) looked tired and sweaty with her uniform clinging to her skin; in his mind she was perfect.

It would be dark soon and Hinata wanted to see more. So there he was, scrolling through the girls Instagram, then reloading it repeatedly. A new photo appeared, the two adults start beside the girl that he had been fawning over.

(I apologise if my description isn't what you family is like. You may change it if you like.)

Automatically tapping his finger on the image he sighed.

"Mom?!"

"Yes sweetie?!" She called back.

"When do the Olympics end?!"

"Next week sweetie, but vollyball should be done in a couple days!"

"Oh, o-okay!" Hinata stared at his phone, the smile that was previously on his face diminished slightly at the thought.

"Okay."

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"So this is the boy you kept talking about." (Y/N)'s mom laughed.

"Oh ya," (Y/N) said as her mom looked over her shoulder as she posted the photo, "he's really sweet."

(Y/N) felt her temperature rise slightly as she thought of him.

"Boy? What boy? There should be no boy!" (Y/N)'s dad rambled leaning over her mom to see the photo that she had posted the day prior.

"Oh, nevermind, it's an elementary student."

"Dad! He's my age." (Y/N) mumbled, holding her phone to her chest.

"I wanna meet him." The man grumbled.

"Mr. (L/N), he has tickets to finals, if the team makes it that far, I'm sure you will get the chance to meet the boy then." Paul spoke from the other end of the table.

The father grumbled and stared at his daughter with furrowed brows, "make it to the finals and win. We'll see what happens to him then."

(Y/N) laughed slightly as she put her phone away, "please don't be harsh-"

"Nah! Be as harsh as you like! I think she gave him a boner!" Sarah yelled across the room.

"What?!"

"Sarah!" (Y/N) screeched.

"What?" She asked confused, "did I saw something wrong?"

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