When in Rome, Do the Romans

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He's finally lost it. There's no other explanation for why Tobio is walking through the heated streets of Brazil when he should be resting in his room in the Olympic Village. The games begin this week and he needs a focused head on his shoulders for the JNT to play as much as they can.

He's absolutely, undeniably crazy.

But he's on a mission and one that's long overdue at that.

Somewhere on these beach-front streets is Hinata Shouyou. His spiker; make no mistake, Tobio's set to many players, but Hinata's the only one who has ever felt like his. The one idiot who stood by him through high school, with a promise to beat him on the world's stage.

Tobio's already there. He's playing with some of the best players he's ever met and his condition is better than ever. But no matter how much he plays, being on that court does not feel complete. His life's dream is not quite right if he's not there with him.

Three long, ridiculous years of standing next to him and it took Hinata moving half the world away for Tobio to realize how deeply, swiftly, and easily he had fallen in love.

Tobio's fragile heart only dared to fall once before Hinata and that... pretty much crashed and burned. But not this time. This time feels different.

He picks up the pace. The beach that the spiker plays on is decently large and he needs to go more quickly if he's going to find him and confess.

And no, he doesn't have an address or anything other than the gigantic beach to go off of.

So while Tobio can't help but panic because--

how the hell do I confess to him???

--he has to actually find the dumbass first.

The night sky is a deep, inky blue; the many illuminated street lights keep away any stars. Citizens and tourists alike walk by him, speaking in a multitude of languages. He walks by energetic clubs, bustling restaurants, and more houses than he can count until:

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Tobio hears his laugh, the infectious energy unmistakable. He whips his body around, following the sound the same way he had on the steps of their first declaration.

Hinata. His fiery hair, sun-kissed skin, new muscles, and that same overflowing aura he's grown to love.

He's here.

He nearly calls out to him when someone, the last person he thought would end up in Brazil and the first to snap his heart, follows out of the corner and slides his hand into Shou's.

"Tooru-san, I can't bring a carnival outfit home! Where would I wear it?"

Tooru?

Oikawa hums, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Maybe just at home then, for me, Shouyou-chan?"

Hinata grins and brings the interlocked fingers to his lips, pressing a kiss to Oikawa's knuckles.

Tobio's blood slows into ice, freezing random parts of his body until he isn't sure if he's sweating or slipping into a coma.

"Kageyama???" Hinata calls in disbelief, locking eyes with him.

Fuck.

Tobio's feet remain planted, pathetically stuck to the pavement. "Hi-- Hinata, I--" he chokes out, words suddenly finding difficulty amidst the expanding lump in his throat. "I came to visit."

Hinata glides forward, his bouncy stride pulling Oikawa along. He looks so happy to see Tobio, an inviting smile on his cheeks even as he lovingly grasps Oikawa's hand.