one-shots because @jinniefinnie is sick

but we're in brazil...

HINATA AND OIKAWA

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it's a small world, at least that's what people keep saying over and over again, though oikawa hadn't ever thought about it that way. that is until in the beautiful city of rio de janeiro he ran into a familiar face. it had been somewhat of a hot day— even for rio, that the setter had made his way to the beach after practice. his muscles had been a tad bit sore from the harsh training but in a way he liked it. it made him feel like he had done something productive. besides, if he wants to become the best, he must work for it. he did not get here by sitting back and relaxing, he got here by training hard and winning— with every now and then a heart breaking loss but one he overcame.

one of those losses— that at the time had shattered his heart, had been none other than in his third year of high school. it had been a long and tiring match in which he and his team had given it all they had only for it to be not good enough. he still remembers very vividly the way the ball had hit the floor, concluding the match with their loss. back then he had blamed himself for not being strong enough and failing his team while now he knew that he just needed to learn from it. and he did, he took the experience and learned from it, worked to become a better player. yes, he had lost his last chance to go to nationals in high school and even till today he sometimes wished he had made it, but he no longer felt sad or guilt over it. he used it to fire himself up and play even better so that never again he'd have to experience a loss like that again. though they did keep coming, those soul crushing losses but he refused to let that get him down, it only fired him up more. that match he mentioned, he had lost to karasuno, which later didn't seem so bad. that team truly were the underdogs of the tournament and they pulled through despite of what everyone thought of them. the fallen crows sure had learned how to fly again and in a way he had admired that fighting spirit. especially in the eyes of their number ten, that boy really was something different.

back then he had held this determined look on his face that could be called intimidating. he had admired it and over time copied it. he felt the same fire inside of him as he had seen in that boy's eyes. and though it might not ever reach the same level of intensity, he sure got close. that boy with the fiery eyes had been hinata shoyo. though he hadn't seen or thought about that kid in a while he immediately recognised the orange haired volleyball player. no one but hinata could hold such a look. he had grown a bit the past couple of years, in both muscle and height. he almost didn't want to admit it but that annoying scrawny little boy had grown quite handsome.

walking to the side of the field oikawa went to stand by the spectators. he felt breathless as he watched the boy play. hinata hadn't been a crow for a while now but that boy could still fly. he admired the way the once tiny man could make it seem like the rules of gravity didn't apply to him. even on the sand this boy moved and jump at impressive speed and height. he stood and watched as he realised that his old self would've gotten jealous and or insecure about his own skill. but seeing hinata and how much they still differed in skill, all he could feel is absolute admiration. he couldn't fly like hinata did and he never would but he did want to help make other people fly the way that boy could.

he had planned to only watch for a little while but somehow he had stayed for the entirety of the match. he was caught of guard when suddenly the players were shaking hands and casually talking among one another as new teams were made for the next match that would be played. startled by the sudden end, he had quickly turned around to walk off but a hand on his shoulder had stopped him. he didn't need to turn around to know who the hand belonged too. no doubt the orange haired boy had seem him stare for the entirety of the game, he hadn't been very subtle about it.

"great king."

he slowly turned around, now facing none other than hinata shoyo. a spirit as original as him one would never find elsewhere. oikawa had often wondered how the boy got through life with such an angelic sense of positivity. one would think that someone like him would have broken under the weight of the world, but no. here he was, looking stronger than ever with the same contagious positivity he held a couple of years ago. he couldn't help but smile as he spoke. "hinata. no need to call me great king."