"Ad altiora tendo."
The class in front of you was silent. Your gaze ran over the students, your classmates, but stopped at a splash of colour, among the obscure amass of dark browns and pale fleshy tones. A bright orange burnt its way into your brain at first sight and you almost flinched. A little mouth beneath the orange blotch opened for a minute, before asking, quite loudly; "What does that mean?", earning him some stares from the other students.
"It's latin", you explained the ginger -could you even call him that?- boy, "it means 'I strive towards greater things'."
Before you could even react, he gasped loudly and started clapping, further surprising his classmates. They did join in, which caused your cheeks to flame up.
Hinata Shoyou was his name and volleyball was his game. When he first said it, you laughed at him -much to his embarrassment- and introduced yourself. You told him your passion was not games, nor sports, but rather linguistics and visual art. There is no greater talent than that of making an impression, be it through words or pictures. His eyes had shone at you when you spoke and quite honestly, you fell in love right then and there.
Golden honey, dandelion yellow, his eyes were like little stars on his face, brilliant gems laying upon a pale pillow, perhaps locked tight in an orange jewellery box. Your languages failed you all at once when Hinata stared at you and you swore every thought, every picture, every sculpture you had imagined fell right out of your open mouth and vanished into thin air.
You were not the sole recipent of Hinata's stares, you quickly realized. He sure got around, on those short legs of his. He talked to many and stared at more. "Come to volleyball practise!" he had told you one day, while you were trying your best to read whatever subtle signals one could read in his eyes. He expressed so much through them, you just knew it, but you couldn't pick up on anything at all. You were a verbal communicator, not a quiet one, so listening to someone's body instead of their mind was not something you were familiar with.
You accepted his request of course, and found yourself in Karasuno's gym before you even realised it yourself. It hit you again; you were not the sole recipent of his looks and smiles. Surrounding him were a handful of people you had seen in the hallways and barely taken note off. A mother and father, silverhaired and brunet. A snobby blonde and his dweebish friend. Two obnoxious delinquent-looking blonde and a rather tall, built manchild they both seemed to tease. You sat down next to the entrance of the gym. It was hard not to smile at the scene before you, Hinata instantly blending in with the other volleyball players as if they were a big family, birds of a feather. The peace didn't last forever though, as the last club member threw open the door and pretty much yelled an apology.
Bright blue framed with black. A tall boy, way taller than yourself and Hinata stepped into the gym, only to be made fun of by his entire team, except for the third years -parents and a soft-hearted boy?-. He instantly walked over to Hinata and grabbed his head, before actually lifting him off the floor. Hinata yelled at him and you saw the way his eyes sparkled, orange clashing with blue the way the sun sets over the ocean, sinking into the depths in an explosion of reds, pinks and purples. Somehow, that sunset reminded you of how incredibly infatuated you were with the little one, the one with the topaz gaze and a million-dollar smile, and your heart clenched up.
Your heart beat loudly in your chest when he called your name.
Your pupils dilated when your gazes locked.
You couldn't breathe when he grinned at Kageyama.
Hinata had given you a strange look when you asked him to join you on the roof. It had taken you weeks of preparation, weeks of mentally berating yourself for saying nothing. You were a master of language, a master of expressing and manipulating impressions to your will and yet you could do nothing but admire his eyes whenever you thought you had courage. The time had come and you were standing there, hands clenched in your skirt and eyes wet.
"Ad astra", you told him. "ad infinitum."
"Ad astra, ad infitium, I am in love with you."
"Ab invito, I am in love with you, Hinata Shoyou."