The first time she meets Hinata, he’s laughing and radiant and shrouded in light. Yachi remembers being completely transfixed by the boy, from his small size to his expressive features, his upturned nose and crooked grin. He’s laughing and whooping with some of the Gryffindor seniors already, chatting with them at the post-Sorting Feast like he’s known them for years, not seconds. He’s brave. He’s daring. He’s bold. Hinata is everything Godric would have wanted in a student: everything Yachi isn’t.
She tears her gaze away, willing herself to stop staring. They have seven years left in the same house and the last thing she wants is for him to think she is creepy, or worse still, that she might have a crush. So Yachi returns to picking at her meal, hoping the pumpkin juice will wash down the bubbling pit of nerves in her stomach, heaving a sigh of relief as the prefects swoop in and lead them to their fresh new dorm rooms.
She’ll have seven years to get to know Hinata, or to avoid him completely. There are only a million ways this could go terribly, horribly wrong!
It’s only a matter of days before she stumbles into Hinata again. It isn’t as though she can keep dodging him for long; they share a house, six classes, and a common room, after all. Yachi bursts into the room one day after staying back in Charms to ask Professor Flitwick questions, and Hinata is running up and down the place, gesturing wildly as he waves his wand in the air. He bounces up to Yachi, grinning widely.
“I did it! I can make sparks now. Do you want to see?”
Yachi gulps. She doesn’t want to say that making sparks is easy—it’s kindling a torch that’s really hard. Starting a fire is something she knows many people can’t do after their first year. But Hinata is a Muggleborn, and he hasn’t had years of being surrounded of magic like she has. So Yachi swallows the lump in her throat and nods, doing her best to squeeze out a smile. “Y- yeah!”
Hinata lifts his wand in the air, mumbling a spell under his breath. Small bursts of fire and light spill out of the wand’s tip, a mini firework show for both their eyes; he beams at Yachi as the sparks begin to dance. Yachi cannot help but smile back despite herself. His excitement is contagious. His contagion is addictive. She feels like Icarus, drawn to sunshine, hoping that she will never fall.
FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G
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The first time she meets Hinata, he’s laughing and radiant and shrouded in light. Yachi remembers being completely transfixed by the boy, from his small size to his expressive features, his upturned nose and crooked grin. He’s laughing and whooping with some of the Gryffindor seniors already, chatting with them at the post-Sorting Feast like he’s known them for years, not seconds. He’s brave. He’s daring. He’s bold. Hinata is everything Godric would have wanted in a student: everything Yachi isn’t.
She tears her gaze away, willing herself to stop staring. They have seven years left in the same house and the last thing she wants is for him to think she is creepy, or worse still, that she might have a crush. So Yachi returns to picking at her meal, hoping the pumpkin juice will wash down the bubbling pit of nerves in her stomach, heaving a sigh of relief as the prefects swoop in and lead them to their fresh new dorm rooms.
She’ll have seven years to get to know Hinata, or to avoid him completely. There are only a million ways this could go terribly, horribly wrong!
It’s only a matter of days before she stumbles into Hinata again. It isn’t as though she can keep dodging him for long; they share a house, six classes, and a common room, after all. Yachi bursts into the room one day after staying back in Charms to ask Professor Flitwick questions, and Hinata is running up and down the place, gesturing wildly as he waves his wand in the air. He bounces up to Yachi, grinning widely.
“I did it! I can make sparks now. Do you want to see?”
Yachi gulps. She doesn’t want to say that making sparks is easy—it’s kindling a torch that’s really hard. Starting a fire is something she knows many people can’t do after their first year. But Hinata is a Muggleborn, and he hasn’t had years of being surrounded of magic like she has. So Yachi swallows the lump in her throat and nods, doing her best to squeeze out a smile. “Y- yeah!”
Hinata lifts his wand in the air, mumbling a spell under his breath. Small bursts of fire and light spill out of the wand’s tip, a mini firework show for both their eyes; he beams at Yachi as the sparks begin to dance. Yachi cannot help but smile back despite herself. His excitement is contagious. His contagion is addictive. She feels like Icarus, drawn to sunshine, hoping that she will never fall.