Dare to Fly (Haikyuu x Reader Oneshot)

Hinata Shouyo x Sick! Reader (Dream It Possible)

[A/N] My mum recently got a HuaWei and this was their promotional song. The music video was sweet so I thought why not. Angst tho. Bold Italics are flashbacks.

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Hinata had been told he was too short to play. Too inexperienced to be a regular. But here he was, standing before Shiratorizawa in the finals. Ready for the Nationals.

I'm here, (F/n)-chan! I'm finally here!

"You wanna be a volleyball player?" a cute voice spoke with a sparkle. Young Hinata nodded enthusiastically. "Why?"

"Because it's great! You're the only one I know that plays volleyball. Please?" Hinata begged, pulling the girl on her arm. (F/n) laughed, wrapping her arms around the ginger.

"Okay. I'll make you the next Little Giant so you can go to Nationals like he did!" (F/n) cheered. "So you better be ready to train hard because dream it possible!" Hinata could only nod happily, hugging his childhood friend back.

Hinata led out a nostalgic grin. Dreams are possible, alright. I'll win this for you. For you and for the team.

"No, Shouyo! You have to 'whoosh' and 'pow'!" (F/n) shouted from the sidelines, demonstrating how to spike a ball. She jumped and landed a little clumsily on her feet.

"Speak Japanese, idiot," her older brother knocked her head gently. (F/n) giggled.

"But that's the only way Shouyo understands!" she beamed, placing her hands on where her brother had hit. "But it's okay. As long as he gets it and goes to National, I'm okay with it," she looked fondly at the ginger who mimicked her actions.

Hinata's phone rang. He eagerly picked up and smiled widely at the contact. He placed her on face-call so she could see the whole team and talk to them as well. She sat on her hospital bed, heart beating lazily and regularly.

"Hey, Shouyo. This is finally it, huh," she smiled tiredly. Hinata nodded.

"Yeah! Don't worry, we'll definitely win," he assured.

"Of course. I may be sick but I still can teach you know. If it wasn't for me, would you be standing here?" the (h/c) teased. Hinata pouted.

"I thought you said dream it possible is the motto to put me here," he grumbled. (F/n) let a hoarse laugh, making his pout diminish slightly. "Anyways, look who's here," he said turning the phone screen to the bleachers.

(F/n) squinted her eyes before her small smile widened a slight fraction. "Is that Izumi and Koji? It's been a long time. Be sure to say hi for me, Shouyo," she chuckled. Hinata flipped the phone back to his attention. "And be sure to win. Make our dreams possible, yeah?"

"Osu!" Hinata said. "Here, I'll put my phone here so you can watch the match," he placed the phone on its stand beside Kiyoko so (F/n) could watch the match as if she was there. Being sick couldn't let her watch the match which regretted her to the bottom of her heart.

"You're sick?" Hinata's panicked voice shouted via phone. "What is it? Cold? Fever? Stomach ache?"

"Cancer," she answered quietly. "I  only have this one year to live..."

Hinata was silent. Cancer. How horrible. It was difficult to cure and to have your life counted down like that. "What about Nationals? Our dreams to go to the final stage of everything?" he asked.

"Then, you have to win this year then, Shouyo. Remember? Dream it possible. Don't forget that," she assured. "Which means, I'm dreaming that my cure for cancer is possible."

"Okay... Okay..."

The ball smacked onto the ground with a satisfying sound. The crowd roared and cheered at Karasuno's victory. The team gave a loud shout, crying at their victory. Shiratorizawa shuffled away in defeat.

(F/n) smiled, pressing the end call button. Tears streaming down her face. She... could... rest in peace now. Seeing that their dreams made possible. She gave a small sigh as she slouched down. The heart monitor beeped even slower until it came to a standstill.

Her smile was still there. A peaceful look on her face. Hinata wanted to cry. What kind of victory was that? She was gone.

"Hey, Shouyo," (bro/n) said, his umbrella covering the smaller male. "(F/n)-chan... uh... wanted to give you this," he mumbled, putting a package in front of him. They were quiet. "Look. She was happy. She... died happy. You made her happy. Her only dream was not to cure from her cancer. She wanted to see you win and go to Nationals. No one else but you could make her like this. So... dream it possible, yeah?"

Hinata nodded and stood up, package in his hand. "Okay. Thanks," he mumbled. He stepped out of the umbrella and trudged home. The rain was soothing, coating him a gentle aura. His body was wet but he paid no mind. His only thought was to protect the package.

He ripped it open carefully. Inside was a photograph. Him, wearing his no. 10 uniform and her kissing him on the cheek. They were happy. So happy, it broke his heart to pieces. Beneath the photograph was a T-shirt. The one she told him she was working on. It looked like his jersey and she knew she made extreme measures to get the exact copy.

He pulled it out and on the front wasn't a 10. He peered closely at it.

Little Giant.

He turned to the back. The words popped out him. Small but significant.

Dream it Possible, My Little Giant.