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gatinha | hinata shoyou

pairing: hinata x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: manga spoilers!

words: 0.6k

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a/n: i’ve been having brasil hinata brainrot for three days now and it’s far from done🥴

“Ei, Gatinha.” Is what Hinata Shoyou says when he comes up to you at a bar in Rio.

From his accent you know he’s a foreigner, and instead of being annoyed by the pet name you find the way it falls out of his lips rather adorable.

He asks what you do for a living as a conversation starter and without realizing you’re falling under the spell of the Japanese boy.

“Fala, Gatinha.” Is what he says when he meets you at the beach a few days later, accompanied by a soft kiss on your cheek.

He told you to stop by someday so you could play beach volleyball together, which would be more like him teaching you how to play.

You two spent the whole afternoon at Ipanema, talking, playing, running around, swimming at the sea. You felt like a teenager all over again, with red cheeks and a gobbly smile on your face.

“Fica a vontade, Gatinha.” Is what he says after your fourth date when he invites you over to his and Pedro’s apartment.

Neither of you wanted the day to end, so you agreed to go over and watch a movie with him.

Needless to say the movie was long forgotten when you climbed into his lap. Your hands tugging on his orange strands, his on your waist and a breathtaking kiss.

Then the “Gatinha.” turned into “Minha Gatinha.”

“Fica mais um pouco, Minha Gatinha.” Is what he mumbles onto your shoulder on a Sunday morning.

Your limbs were intertwined and his arm thrown over your torso, pulling you closer to give him warmth.

You couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he looked under the soft sunshine that peaked out of his bedroom curtains. The sight was enough for you to ignore the brunch you were supposed to have with your parents, even if it meant hearing a handful because of it.

“Minha Gatinha, eu te a-” Is what he tries to say before bidding his goodbye at the airport, but you cut him off with a kiss instead.

“Fala quando você voltar, Shô.” You respond with teary eyes and a fondly smile.

In his eyes there was a promise. That he would come back. That he would be in your arms again.

“Tô com saudade, Minha Gatinha :(” Is what he texts you when he’s in Japan.

You two agreed to not be in a long distance relationship, but that agreement was the same as nothing as you two kept texting each other every day and facetiming at unholy hours.

“Vencemos, Gatinha!” Is what he texts you after his game against the Adlers.

You already knew, of course. You had pulled an all-nighter just to watch your Shô playing against his high school rival and best friend.

His first game as a professional player. You couldn’t be prouder.

“Gatinha…” Is what he says over the phone when the image of you crying pops up on his screen.

It didn’t take long for him to start tearing too. He missed you like crazy, he loved you like he never loved anyone before, and being miles and miles away from you made his heart clench.

“Tô em casa, Gatinha.” Is what he whispers to your ear as he hugs you from behind.

You jumped in your place because of the scare, but quickly turned around once his voice got registered in your brain.

“Shô? Shô!” Is what you say when you jump into his arms, legs locked around his waist in a koala hug.

“Eu te amo, Shô.” Is what you say before kissing him deeply.

“Eu também te amo, Minha Gatinha.”

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