I Love You As Much As Volleyball - A Hinata Shoyo Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Hinata's POV

"Alright! Last order of the day! After this, I can drop by the beach to play some volleyball," I exclaimed in my head as I pumped my legs at full strength on my bicycle. The last location isn't that far from the beach, that's good.

"This place... seems a little shady. Will I be alright?" I stopped along the street and parked my bike as I glanced around me. Men in their tank tops were out sitting by the side of the road; their voices were loud and throwing out Portuguese words I could barely understand.

The housewives were hanging their laundry on their balconies, and the children were running along without a care in the world. It was in neighborhoods like this that pickpocket rates were higher than the rest. Everyone has their guard down here because of how tranquil everything seems.

"I better get this delivered before the customer gets mad," I mumbled to myself and walked up to the apartment.

The dusty green stairs creaked noisily under my weight, and the scent of cigarettes lingered along the narrow corridor. I've only been here for about two months, and I think I've grown more or less accustomed to the culture here.

"This is the first time I've been here... let's see, Lexy Zenith Vidal. Erm... this is a female name, right?" I pondered as I knocked on the apartment door.

"Pare de correr, Miguel!" A girl's voice rang out on the other side. I gulped; she sounded scary. I wondered what that meant. "Você é tão irritante!" The door swung open, and I jumped back in surprise.

Did I stop breathing? Because I think I just saw a goddess standing in the doorway.

As the girl was still facing into her apartment, I watched as she lit up the dark hallway. She had the softest, lightest brown chestnut hair I'd seen so far during my time here. It fell over her small, tanned shoulders, which seemed to move in slow motion as she snapped her head around to look at me.

"Desculpe por isso, quanto custa a minha pizza?" Her mouth moved in such a sweet manner, her soft pink lips that brought me into a dream-like state.

"Olá? Você está bem?" She waved her hand in front of my face, and I snapped back to reality. Her ocean-blue eyes dazzled as the setting sun illuminated the space from the window beside. "O-oi voce é pizza," I fumbled out my broken Portuguese, dying from embarrassment as I still had such a heavy Japanese accent. I have to learn how to speak correctly soon.

"Oh, Japanese?" She placed her hands on her hips, and I was shocked to hear her speak in Japanese.

"Y-yes!" I exclaimed as I got excited to hear someone else speak the same language as me. "Nice to see someone who speaks Japanese. You're new to the job, aren't you? I've never seen you deliver before," she folded her arms, which I've noticed to be super ripped.

Her skin color is tanned, probably from hanging around the beach for so long. Her Japanese wasn't fluent, but she had a minimal native accent.

"I just started working last month! I'm so happy to meet someone who speaks Japanese too! But aren't you local?" I beamed, and she smiled back at me. Was my positivity spreading again?

She was dressed somewhat differently from the other girls I've seen on the streets, not the usual tank tops and super short shorts.

She wore a casual loose navy blue shirt, and her innerwear was a bright lime green color that peeked out from her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of white denim shorts, just not those super short ones.

"Pardon my accent. I've been here since I was a toddler. My mom's Japanese and my dad's local," she explained. I passed her the pizza she ordered, and she thanked me.