Haikyuu imagines

Rainy Day- Hinata

Rain always brought a kind of softness to the world-like someone turned down the volume and wrapped the sky in a blanket. I never minded it, but today it caught me completely off guard.

Practice had run late.

Everyone else had already sprinted to their cars or ducked inside the building, but I stayed behind to gather up stray water bottles and fold a few towels because apparently I'm incapable of leaving anything messy for more than five seconds.

By the time I finally stepped outside, the sky opened up like it had been waiting just for me.

Cold raindrops hit the back of my neck, dripped down my spine, soaked through my shirt almost immediately.

"Ah, shit," I muttered, pulling my bag tighter against me as the rain went from inconvenient to biblical.

I debated running for the train station, but the wind kicked up, and I was already drenched. At this point, running would just add humiliation to the equation.

Then I heard him.

"HEY!!"

I turned, squinting through the downpour, and there he was-

Hinata Shōyō.

Orange curls plastered to his forehead, eyes bright like the storm didn't exist, sprinting toward me with a jacket stretched above his head-

And even in the rain, even with water flying everywhere and his sneakers splashing wildly, the sight of him hit me like a warm pulse in the chest.

He skidded to a stop in front of me, nearly slipping, laughing breathlessly. "Oh my GOD, you're soaked!"

"No shit," I deadpanned.

He grinned, wide and sunlit despite the weather. "Come here!"

Before I could react, he lifted his jacket over both of our heads, dragging me underneath with him, pressing us shoulder-to-shoulder, chest-to-arm, body-to-body.

My breath caught.

His jacket wasn't big enough. Not for this. Not for two people.

But Hinata didn't seem to notice-or care.

"You're gonna get sick," he said, eyes scanning me with that worried intensity he got during matches. "Why didn't you wait inside?!"

"I didn't think it would rain this hard," I mumbled.

His eyebrows shot up. "The weather app literally said it would!"

I groaned. "Stop making sense."

He laughed-a bright, infectious sound that somehow made the rain feel warmer. The jacket sagged a little, and he reached up to hold it higher, arm brushing against my cheek in the process.

God, he was warm.

Ridiculously warm. Like he generated heat on pure adrenaline and sunshine alone.

"You're freezing," he said quietly, noticing the way I shivered.

"No, I'm-"

"You're literally shaking."

I opened my mouth to argue but immediately shivered harder, which only made him huff a soft, fond laugh.

"Come on," he said, steering us toward the side of the building where the overhang offered some shelter. We squeezed together under the narrow dry patch, his jacket still draped awkwardly over us like a makeshift blanket.

Hinata shook the water from his hair, sending droplets everywhere.

"HEY!" I squeaked.

"What?!" he laughed, eyes gleaming. "You're already drenched!"