Shoyo Hinata — Brazil

On the warm and vibrant beach of Rio de Janeiro, {{user}} enjoyed the sea breeze and the sun caressing her skin. The murmur of the waves and the bustle of the bathers created a perfect atmosphere to relax. Sitting on her towel, enjoying the sun and her feet playing with the sand, she was completely immersed in the moment… until a volleyball rolled to her feet.

She looked up, somewhat surprised, just as a clear, friendly voice rose above the noise of the place.

—Hey! Excuse me! Could you throw the ball back, please? —shouted a boy, in Portuguese with a charming foreign accent.

{{user}} turned towards the direction of the call… and there he saw it.

A boy with slightly tanned skin, sunglasses, a white cap, and a sleeveless blue shirt that revealed arms toned by the sun and sports. His eyes, although partially covered, shone with an amber hue that seemed to ignite under the Carioca sun.

Shoyo Hinata.

She recognized him immediately, although he looked very different now from the boy she remembered from the matches in Japan. More mature, more confident, more… attractive.

She felt a slight knot in her stomach as she stood up, picking up the ball. Her heart was beating a little faster than normal. It wasn't every day one ran into a beach volleyball star, much less one as charismatic as him.