In the golden light, Shinsuke stretches his arms out into the horizon. Over the past couple of years he’s tended to the farm, he’s lost some fairness to his skin, and in its stead there is now a slight glow, testament to the hours spent under the sun, proof of the sun’s fierce, warm love.
His tan lines.
A study of life lessons taught to Kita Shinsuke; an ode to the sun, to the fields, to love.
“I like kissing you,” Hinata admits.
“If only you could do something to prove it to me.” Sakusa’s desperate. He knows that he is but fuck if he can’t kiss him again in the next few seconds he might never get his bearings together at all.
Sakusa goes to a life drawing workshop and there he meets the nude model Hinata.
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He looks down at the badge hanging from his neck, denoting his position as a journalist for Sports!! Japan. It is both a soothing balm and irritant at his own failures.
Ukai had given him the task of traveling to Rio to interview Ninja Shouyou, a Japanese-Brazilian athlete who was amazing the world of beach volleyball. Only 22, he was a burning bright supernova of skill, making his average height work to his advantage.
They called him a star, shooting into the atmosphere at a brilliant height. And Kageyama wants more than anything to be far away from his overwhelming light.
Kageyama meets Hinata on the beaches of Brazil. Everything changes from there.
/ˈmändəɡrēn/ ∙ noun
a mishearing or misinterpretation of a phrase in a way that gives it a new meaning
[Yamaguchi] 11:54 am: but what are you going to tell Kageyama?
Kageyama’s eyes sharpen at the mention of his name, the ache in his stomach twists harder, that unnamed feeling in his chest clenching with worry. Suddenly a small hand is reaching past his shoulder, grabbing the phone off the table much too swiftly for it to be casual.
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Ginger gives him a strange look before snorting loudly. “God, you’re weird,” he says, voice shaking with barely suppressed laughter. “Do you normally harass people for games and ask them bizarre questions or am I just special?”
Tobio feels a strange urge to punch him and stalk away, but he refrains.
“I need to join a beach volleyball game for… practice,” Tobio grits out eventually, getting back on topic. He can’t let his temper blow this opportunity – the chances of him finding another random Japanese speaker playing beach volleyball are likely to be slim. “Our coach sent us here.”
“Practice? For indoor?” Ginger asks, but he has the decency to look intrigued, pulling his cap back on and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “To like, transfer skills and stuff?”
“Something like that,” Tobio shrugs. “So can I join or what?”
In which Kageyama is tasked with joining a beach volleyball game in Brazil shortly after Team Japan's defeat at the Olympics. By some miracle, he finds a Japanese player called Hinata, and life is never quite the same after that.
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