"A rebound?! That's so cool!" Hinata gushed and Bokuto felt his entire world come to a sudden stop as Hinata's expectant, expressive face gazed up at him.
"Bokuto-san, I know what you're thinking," Akaashi began. "But we can't."
"But Akaashi," Bokuto whined, Hinata's head tilted coyly to the side in question. Bokuto's heart melted even further, and he grasped Hinata's shoulders, whirling the smaller body to face Akaashi.
"Look at that!"
Akaashi faltered himself for a moment and then amended with a mutter, head to the side, "We're in a match, Bokuto-san. Please refrain for now."
"Oh, oh? 'For now' Akaashi?" Bokuto grinned tucking his head onto Hinata's shoulder and smiling wider at Hinata's shuffle and choked laughter at the tickle of his hair against his sensitive neck.
Akaashi's reply was unneeded, thankfully, as the near forgotten volleyball promptly sailed into the back of Bokuto's head, and when Bokuto whirled to look, letting go of the slightly flustered but no less excited first year, no one except the culprit themselves could tell who had hit Bokuto from the opposing team.
Akaashi was glad. It gave him time to process.
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That Number Ten
FanfictionHinata, while small and unassuming, can also be intense and intimidating, especially while on the court. For some people (read: a lot of people) this is somehow attractive. Case in point, this is the third time in a month that Daichi is forced to sh...
