Haikyuu imagines

Fake Dating- Hinata

The whole thing starts because of his fangirls.

Not the normal, harmless "we love number 10!" cheering - Hinata can handle that. He thrives on it. But this semester, it's gotten intense.

Girls waiting outside his dorm. Notes taped to his locker. A group calling themselves The Sunshine Squad who physically move you aside just to get a picture with him.

And Hinata, sweet disaster that he is, has absolutely no idea how to tell people "no" without combusting.

So when someone corners him after practice and tries to ask him out again, he panics.

He blurts:

"Sorry! I-I'm... I'm taken!"

You stare at him.

She stares at him.

Everyone stares at him.

He points-at you.

"Hinata," you hiss later, "you can't just assign me as your girlfriend!"

He flails. "I was cornered! You didn't see her-she looked like she'd kill me if I said no!"

"That doesn't mean-"

"Please," he begs, "just for a little while. Until things calm down. You're the only person I trust not to post us as a soft-launch on Instagram."

You sigh. Hard.

And because you're weak to his big earnest eyes...

"...Fine."

He gasps dramatically. "Really?! You're the best, oh my god-"

"Don't push it, but Hinata fake dating always gets complicated."

But he beams anyway, ignoring my warning.

And that's how you end up fake dating the human equivalent of a golden retriever with solar panels.

It starts small.

Holding hands in the hallway. Sitting a little too close at lunch. Hinata slinging an arm around your shoulders and saying loudly enough for people to hear, "This is my girlfriend. Isn't she the cutest?"

You shove him. "Shut up."

He beams like you hung the damn moon.

At first you do it because the act needs to feel believable.

But then...

He starts remembering how you take your coffee. He texts you good morning and good night every single day. He hugs you from behind when you're stressed, chin on your shoulder. He brings you little snacks "because it made me think of you." He looks for you first after every match, like instinct.

And the worst part?

He's not faking any of that.

He's just... Hinata. Affectionate. Thoughtful. Heart first, brain nowhere near the steering wheel.

You're the one who starts to fall.

Hard.

It happens during a practice match.

He scores a crazy quick. The entire gym erupts. He spins around, eyes searching the crowd - and when he finds you, his whole face lights up.

Like you're the sun. Like you're home. Like you're the reason he jumps that high.

And your stomach drops.

"Oh no," you whisper into your hands.

Because you're not acting anymore.