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chikitaTitle: Marbles of Hell
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: G
Lenght: 762 words
Notes: Ramune bottles are difficult to open. Hinata struggles with one at a summer festival.
“Damnit! Why is this so hard? I’m pushing and pushing and it won’t go in!”
Sweat rolled down Hinata’s temples, his palms covered in aching reddish print marks.
For the past ten to fifteen minutes, he had been trying but miserably failing to open a bottle of melon-flavored Ramune that he’d bought from one of the food stands. What was he doing wrong? He had followed the instructions on the bottle cap as diligently as possible: remove the plastic foil, separate the plunger from the outer piece, place it on top of the marble, and push.
It looked so easy when other people did. Why didn’t it work for him? Was he too weak?
“Tsk. I’ve seen foreigners do a better job at this. Ever heard of fine motor skills?”
Hinata glared at the beanstalk towering above him and was promptly greeted with a smug grin.
“My fine motor skills are alright, thanks,” he grumbled. The festival had been fun so far but being unable to open a soft drink in the crushing summer heat while dying of thirst was sure to turn everyone’s mood sour. “If you think this is so easy, why don’t you try it yourself?”
“Nah.” Tsukishima shrugged, rolling his eyes, “I’m not supporting your sugar craze.”
“You just had two big slices of strawberry shortcake at the café.”
“So what? Cake is supposed to be sweet. What you have is just candy water.”
“I like Ramune,” a third voice chimed in from the back. “They have strawberry flavor too.”
“Shut up, Yamaguchi. I’m not buying that stuff.”
“I’ll open it.” Before Hinata could complain, Kageyama snatched the bottle out of his hand.
“See, it is hard.” He couldn’t help but snicker when his friend struggled as much as he did. Maybe, this was a prank and they’d purposefully sold him a bottle that couldn’t be opened.
“Ahhh, what the fuck is wrong with that thing?” Kageyama’s temper flared up after only three attempts. Hinata stepped back, not wanting to stand nearby when Kageyama had one of his tantrums. Tsukishima was braver than him, leaning over his shoulder with zero qualms.
“Even the king can’t open it. I swear, if it weren’t for volleyball you two would be- eugh!”
Without warning, a gush of clear liquid sprayed out from between Kageyama’s fingers, the resulting fountain splashing in his and Tsukishima’s faces and all over their fancy kimonos.
“Yes, you got it! Thank you, Kageyama!” Hinata cheered, grabbed the now open bottle out of Kageyama’s wet, sticky hands, and took a long gulp. “Hahh, watermelon flavor is the best.”
“I suppose the internal pressure made it harder to push the marble in.” Yamaguchi’s brows scrunched up in a mix of pity and amusement. “That explains the trouble. Sorry, Tsukki.”
“Ugh. I need to wash my hands. And everything else.” Tsukishima held his dripping glasses away from his face, squinting at no one in particular before speeding off to the bathroom.
“I could drink this stuff all day.” Hinata grinned as he finished his bottle, the fruity sweetness engulfing his taste buds and the fizz tickling his nose in all the right ways. His day was saved.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry, okay?” He answered Kageyama’s murderous scowl, feeling a tad guilty but also struggling not to laugh. The wet strands of raven hair that were now stuck to Kageyama’s forehead made him look like the main villain from a horror movie.
Luckily, Hinata knew just how to cheer him up again. After all, they were all supposed to have fun. No one would profit from Kageyama being in an even crappier mood than usual.
“Hey, wanna try the shooting game again? I’m sure I’ll beat you this time.” Hinata bounced on the balls of his feet as he stowed the empty and admittedly very sticky bottle in his bag. He wasn’t great at the games, but maybe, this time he’d win one of those fun spinny toys.
For Natsu, of course. He was way too old for them, even if Jerkishima didn’t believe him.
“No way, you won’t.” Kageyama shook his head to clear his sight, droplets of sugary water flying around. “Your aim sucks. I know I’ll beat you again.” Hinata smirked. So predictable.
In a rush of laughter in Hinata’s and cussing in Kageyama’s case, they ran off as fast as their shoes and the crowds they had to pass through allowed, racing each other all the way to the stands.
Just because they weren’t at practice didn’t mean they’d have to stop competing.
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: G
Lenght: 762 words
Notes: Ramune bottles are difficult to open. Hinata struggles with one at a summer festival.
“Damnit! Why is this so hard? I’m pushing and pushing and it won’t go in!”
Sweat rolled down Hinata’s temples, his palms covered in aching reddish print marks.
For the past ten to fifteen minutes, he had been trying but miserably failing to open a bottle of melon-flavored Ramune that he’d bought from one of the food stands. What was he doing wrong? He had followed the instructions on the bottle cap as diligently as possible: remove the plastic foil, separate the plunger from the outer piece, place it on top of the marble, and push.
It looked so easy when other people did. Why didn’t it work for him? Was he too weak?
“Tsk. I’ve seen foreigners do a better job at this. Ever heard of fine motor skills?”
Hinata glared at the beanstalk towering above him and was promptly greeted with a smug grin.
“My fine motor skills are alright, thanks,” he grumbled. The festival had been fun so far but being unable to open a soft drink in the crushing summer heat while dying of thirst was sure to turn everyone’s mood sour. “If you think this is so easy, why don’t you try it yourself?”
“Nah.” Tsukishima shrugged, rolling his eyes, “I’m not supporting your sugar craze.”
“You just had two big slices of strawberry shortcake at the café.”
“So what? Cake is supposed to be sweet. What you have is just candy water.”
“I like Ramune,” a third voice chimed in from the back. “They have strawberry flavor too.”
“Shut up, Yamaguchi. I’m not buying that stuff.”
“I’ll open it.” Before Hinata could complain, Kageyama snatched the bottle out of his hand.
“See, it is hard.” He couldn’t help but snicker when his friend struggled as much as he did. Maybe, this was a prank and they’d purposefully sold him a bottle that couldn’t be opened.
“Ahhh, what the fuck is wrong with that thing?” Kageyama’s temper flared up after only three attempts. Hinata stepped back, not wanting to stand nearby when Kageyama had one of his tantrums. Tsukishima was braver than him, leaning over his shoulder with zero qualms.
“Even the king can’t open it. I swear, if it weren’t for volleyball you two would be- eugh!”
Without warning, a gush of clear liquid sprayed out from between Kageyama’s fingers, the resulting fountain splashing in his and Tsukishima’s faces and all over their fancy kimonos.
“Yes, you got it! Thank you, Kageyama!” Hinata cheered, grabbed the now open bottle out of Kageyama’s wet, sticky hands, and took a long gulp. “Hahh, watermelon flavor is the best.”
“I suppose the internal pressure made it harder to push the marble in.” Yamaguchi’s brows scrunched up in a mix of pity and amusement. “That explains the trouble. Sorry, Tsukki.”
“Ugh. I need to wash my hands. And everything else.” Tsukishima held his dripping glasses away from his face, squinting at no one in particular before speeding off to the bathroom.
“I could drink this stuff all day.” Hinata grinned as he finished his bottle, the fruity sweetness engulfing his taste buds and the fizz tickling his nose in all the right ways. His day was saved.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry, okay?” He answered Kageyama’s murderous scowl, feeling a tad guilty but also struggling not to laugh. The wet strands of raven hair that were now stuck to Kageyama’s forehead made him look like the main villain from a horror movie.
Luckily, Hinata knew just how to cheer him up again. After all, they were all supposed to have fun. No one would profit from Kageyama being in an even crappier mood than usual.
“Hey, wanna try the shooting game again? I’m sure I’ll beat you this time.” Hinata bounced on the balls of his feet as he stowed the empty and admittedly very sticky bottle in his bag. He wasn’t great at the games, but maybe, this time he’d win one of those fun spinny toys.
For Natsu, of course. He was way too old for them, even if Jerkishima didn’t believe him.
“No way, you won’t.” Kageyama shook his head to clear his sight, droplets of sugary water flying around. “Your aim sucks. I know I’ll beat you again.” Hinata smirked. So predictable.
In a rush of laughter in Hinata’s and cussing in Kageyama’s case, they ran off as fast as their shoes and the crowds they had to pass through allowed, racing each other all the way to the stands.
Just because they weren’t at practice didn’t mean they’d have to stop competing.
