Game of the Insane (Yandere Haikyuu!! x F!Reader Oneshots)

ENTHUSIASM (Hinata Shoyo)

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Title: Enthusiasm

Pairings: Hinata x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, taller reader

Summary: Hinata is very enthusiastic about his favorite subject- you.

enthusiasm

/noun/

intense and eager enjoyment, interest, or approval:

"I can carry your bags for you!" Hinata said breathlessly, catching up to you easily.

You could say a lot of things about Hinata, but being unathletic was not one of them. You had long legs and you weren't exactly walking. Yet, Hinata could keep an even pace with you without running out of steam.

The only reason he was breathless was because he was talking to you.

It was obvious that Hinata had a crush on you. If he wasn't blushing and breathing erratically, then he was offering to do things for you or complimenting you. He never showed this level of attention to anyone nor was he so enthusiastic about receiving attention, except when it came to you, of course.

He followed you around like an orange-haired shadow, grinning from ear to ear, eagerly butting in wherever he could. If you didn't know better, you'd say it was cute.

But glaring at anyone you talked to or confronting them with a bone-chilling expression wasn't cute. Neither was digging through your things and probably being behind the disappearance of many small items that you once owned.

Hinata was way too enthusiastic when it came to his crush on you, so you always did your best to avoid him. But that was hard when your clubs got off at the same time.

You'd tried to use some intimidation and put on a no-nonsense persona, confronting him about his behavior and sternly telling him that it wasn't okay. To leave your friends and property alone.

But it didn't stop- it never stopped. You were beginning to think you'd have this little twerp following you around for the rest of your life.

Hinata wasn't all bad though- he would carry your things and help you with whatever he could. If only he was smart, you'd take him up on his offer to do your homework for you. You didn't mean to use him as such, but you might as well let him do what makes him happy, right?

Hinata holds out his arms to take your lunch tray from you, and you gratefully hand it over. He follows you, practically skipping, to where you plan to sit.

Your friends turn to welcome you, but their expressions dull when they see Hinata. The ginger is either unaware or doesn't care, because the same blissful smile is etched into his face. At least he's not staring them down like he wants to kill them this time.

You sit down in a way that leaves no room for Hianta, but that doesn't deter the hyperactive boy. He opts instead to stand at the end of the table, unnervingly watching you and your friends converse. He continues to smile until the guy friend next to you puts his hand on yours during a funny joke. Hinata's expression goes from sunny to stormy in an instant and those familiar chills go down your spine.

As Hinata walks you home, he's unusually quiet. Normally, he's asking you questions about yourself or trying to make small talk, but not today. It only serves to freak you out even more, feeling as though something's just waiting to go wrong.

When you stop at your house, Hinata's hands grasp your shoulders tightly and you're surprised to see him crying. Before you can ask what's wrong, Hinata asks a question that makes your heart speed up.

"Do you like him? That guy that touched you?"

A blush spreads across your face, no matter how hard you try to act like you don't care, because the answer is a resounding yes. You've liked him for years now, but that wasn't something you shared willing with others.

Hinata becomes silent once more, and when you catch a glimpse of his expression, your blood runs cold. His mouth is a thin line, so unlike the bright smile that he wore earlier. His head is tilted slightly to the side. But it's his eyes that terrify you.

The pupil is constricted and the brown around it is dark, reflecting your frightened face in it. The eyelids are stretched unnaturally wide as he stares blankly at you.

There's no life behind his intense gaze. No light left in his eyes.

"I'm going to kill him," is all he says.

And you believe him.