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Hinata Shouyou was a happy and energetic child, born into a loving family. He loved making friends and enjoyed being touchy-feely with them. Verbal communication was hard at times, so he used actions, touch, and a combination of sound effects to express himself better so naturally he felt at home playing sports. But as he grew, he was met with the Japanese societal norms that caged him in and told him to behave. As his years in school went on, he was being told to be less openly friendly with people. His regular friends easily fit into that box, but it caused Shouyou a great amount of grief when he had to stop himself from hugging or having other kinds of too-friendly contact. Thankfully he had volleyball to put that energy and all his feelings into and as an added bonus skin-ship in sports seemed acceptable. He could blame everything on being happy or sad about the results and his teammates and rivals/volleyball friends accepted him easily. Volleyball became his everything as it supported his needs and gave him a drive, he didn’t know he needed. Though he soon discovered his body’s physical limitations, he never gave up on the sport. After high school, his love and determination for the sport drove him to Brazil.
Life in Brazil was different. The country was hot and the people were passionate. At first, Shouyou suffered from culture shock and separation anxiety from his friends and family. Moving to another country is hard, but moving alone is even more so. His new coach, Lucio, has introduced him to the right people to start his beach training and integrated the little tangerine into his indoor team too as part of his training. In no time Hinata charmed his new acquaintances and they, in return, introduced him to life in Rio. He got a job as a delivery boy to support himself and trained in every free minute from dusk till dawn. But his life wasn’t just working and no fun, his first proper party, first drink, and more explicit sexual experiences happened in quick succession thanks to his new friends and Shouyou felt at ease with all. He took to casual intimacy like a duck to water. Man or woman, it didn’t matter, sex was a great way to relieve stress.
Surrounded by people and having fun didn’t take away from the feeling of home-sickness. He longed to show all this to his friends back home even if it would freak some of them out. He thought Yacchan and Yamaguchi would be both entertained and panicked by some of his new experiences. Kageyama wouldn’t understand any of it and would think it’s an unnecessary distraction from volleyball training and Tsukki… Tsukishima would find Brazil too tiring and hot in more ways than one. Kenma would be as supportive as ever, after all, it keeps Shouyou interesting. The same thought that brought a smile to his face one moment made him depressed the next, due to the sheer distance between him and his dear friend. He did keep in touch with everyone from home, but some things are not easy to describe in a text or video call. But once more, luck was on Shouyou’s side, and roughly 3 months after arriving in Brazil, at the end of a grueling week Shouyou found himself face to face with someone familiar mid-dive for a ball.
“Is this real life?” came the incredulous shout in Japanese.
“Grand King!?! I mean… Oikawa-san? What are you doing here?” Shouyou shouted perplexed.
“That should be my line!” said Oikawa stepping closer.
“I’m in Rio to train using beach volleyball for about the next 2 years.” Came the quick response
“I play in the Argentinian league now, you little monster. Ugh… I guess I’m not the only one crazy enough to pull something like this off. C’mon chibi-chan, show me a good place to eat and we can talk more”
That was the start of the week they spent together with plenty of volleyball and talking in the evenings. Shouyou had his training early morning and his job during the day, but each evening was spent with Oikawa, who slowly became Tooru. Shouyou learned a lot from the older setter. This encounter was also significant to the older setter, who rediscovered his love for the sport. Oikawa’s week was spent lazing about with his teammates during the day and getting used to beach volleyball at night with the Chibi-chan/shrimpy, who became Sho-chan. The week had also brought Oikawa nearer to his team, an added bonus. That Friday night after a winning match Shouyou asked if Tooru and his teammates would like to join him and his friends from the indoor volleyball team for their usual Saturday night clubbing and the older one agreed. And so, the coming night they found themselves with a big group of guys sitting around a small table, knocking back a couple of drinks trying to outshout the music and having fun. One by one the guys started getting on the dancefloor and finding partners until only Tooru and Shouyou were left.
“Do you want to dance, Tooru?” shouted the younger, flushed from the alcohol and the heat in the club.
“Sure! C’mon, Sho, show me your dance moves.” Pulled the older. The DJ was playing a heavy dubstep-style song, but slowly transitioned into a Latino style pair up and grind on your partner melody, and Shouyou being the cheeky little monster that he was, immediately grabbed Tooru as his partner and started a bit clumsy but sensual dance with him. The atmosphere and the amount of booze started affecting Tooru as he enjoyed their situation a bit too much. The heat seeped into his body where Shouyou had wrapped his arms around Tooru’s neck almost hanging on him, swaying his body to the beat.
“C’mon Tooru, relax! Feel the music, don’t think.” Whisper shouted Shouyou in his ear as he stood on his tiptoes a leg between Oikawa’s, putting delicious pressure on the order’s crotch. All logic and restraint went out the window and he gave in to the sweet temptation of the (not so) baby crow. Tooru buried his face into Shouyou’s neck and took in his unique aroma, he smelled of the sea and some kind of citrus bodywash mixed with sweat and sunshine. It made Tooru lick the tender skin behind Shouyous ear, earning an excited shiver and the smaller shimmying even closer to him.
“Can I take you home tonight Shouyou?” asked Oikawa taking the shorter man’s earlobe in his mouth.
“I don’t know, can you?” came the cheeky answer with a big grin
“Cheeky little brat, when did you get this brave, you used to stutter and hide behind Tobio-chan whenever you saw me.” Tooru’s hands traveled from Shouyou’s lower back to his ass and gave it a hearty squeeze. The song changed to a slow swaying love song and the dancefloor became even more crowded.
“Moving to another country can do that to someone and I learned that the hunt is just as exciting as the little death it usually results in.” Shouyou placed a little kiss on the underside of Oikawa’s jaw and felt the taller man tighten his grip “That’s it you little tease, we are going back to my hotel room. Go say your goodbyes.”
That night Tooru found out that the little crow put the same amount of passion into his horizontal tango as he puts into volleyball, worshiping his partner as he would the ball, giving and taking pleasure relentlessly. In the wee hours of the morning waking up from a blissed-out slumber, Tooru found himself alone in bed. Pushing himself up on his elbows he saw the balcony door open and the ginger sitting out there meditating. As he observed Shouyou’s slowly rising and falling shoulders, the first rays of the day broke through the horizon and illuminated the ginger in a heavenly glow. The young man a couple of steps away couldn’t be further from him even if he tried. He seemed unattainable. Ready and available for a game or two, but nothing more, and that was fine by Tooru. He has reawakened the fire in his own heart for the game and maybe something else too, but that was for another day.
“Oh, you’re awake Tooru. I was doing my morning meditation. It helps center me.” Shouyou stepped into the room in only his boxers, mid-stretch.
“Let’s work out a little bit more, chibi-chan! Give me another demonstration of your monster stamina and yoga moves.”
They spent the rest of Sunday entangled in each other. On Monday Oikawa and his teammates left Rio, but not before he promised frequent visits in his downtime. After all, Rio is just a 3-hour flight away from Argentina.