Shoyo Hinata was having a very particular day.
After riding his bicycle for the better half of the morning, he had come to a stop in front of Karasuno High, his high school of choice and the place he progressively came to consider his second home. He was late, and he knew that. Those kinds of things tend to happen when you're nearly struck by a car.
He briefly remembered how it had all gone down. He was riding up the usual hill, when a woman going in the opposite direction as him suddenly swerved out of control just as they made eye contact through her car's windshield. His eyes had felt as if they were on fire for a few seconds and his vision got blurry, forcing him to turn abruptly to the side. That sole action had probably saved his life.
After barely missing each other, the woman got out of her vehicle and apologized profusely. She was wearing orange sweatpants and a jacket of the same color, one that Hinata knew he had seen before. He could not point out where, though. Not that he could think about it, with the woman cupping his cheek and getting closer by the minute. After closing his eyes for a second, terrified of what was to come, he opened them again only to find out they were not burning any longer. The woman, who seemed to have woken up from a powerful stupor, blinked repeatedly to clear her eyes, clearly confused by what she had just done. With another quick apology about her sudden actions and a few parting words, she ran back to her car and darted off, leaving a flustered Hinata in the dust. He'd have to think about the whole ordeal later, his first priority being getting to school on time.
Right off the bat after getting to his destination he had seen Daichi Sawamura, his team captain, chatting away with one very happy Yui Michimiya without a care in the world. The school seemed to be on the most peaceful recesses...
...and then it had happened again.
Hinata felt his eyes burn intensely and instinctively covered one of them with his hand. From his left eye, the one he had left uncovered, he could see Michimiya looking at him from behind Daichi. Was she blushing? That made no sense. Why would she be blushing while looking at him? Was she even looking at him? With his current blurry vision he couldn't be sure.
"She likes Daichi," he said after realization dawned on him. He could have sworn he had been told that exact thing by somebody during team practice, but for the life of him could not remember who. That didn't matter though, since his question had been answered.
After solving yet another mystery, detective Shoyo Hinata set out to go to class, leaving his pain completely forgotten. He had places to be, classes to pass, volleyball to dream about and books to sleep on.
And what a good sleep he had had. He awoke hours after originally setting out to sleep during English class, or at least that was what it had felt like. The only thing he was sure of anymore was that he was free to leave the classroom, and he knew that simply because almost no one in his class was left inside. A reasonable guess would be that lunch time had come around.
To the gym it was.
Of course his trip there was not all smooth sailing. Not today. On his way down the stairs he saw Shimizu's back and that apparently triggered his eye sore once more. Jolting from the sudden pain, he quickly lost his balance and started tumbling down the stairs like it was nobody's business. Except Shimizu's. She was tackled to the ground courtesy of a rolled-up, hyperactive, orange-haired, first year.
Looking down after slowing down his fall, which had landed him on the floor right by the stairs, he could see her cheeks burning. Her too? Was Daichi nearby this time as well?
"...Lucky bastard," was Hinata's only comment while below the person widely considered by the students to be the most beautiful third year student by far. While he would usually be apologizing profusely, the day had thus far proven to not be "usual". His mind was cluttered with other things, like Daichi's new found apparent popularity. Even he could recognize that guy's luck if he was being chased by both Shimizu and Michimiya. He would have to spike his captain's face extra hard today.
"Shoyo?" came from on top of him.
Oh, right. Her. She was staring at him or, more specifically, at his eyes. She seemed intent on closing the distance between their faces at an alarming rate. Hinata had to do something, lest she do something she would regret later. He had to do move.
And move he did. He blasted off to the side leaving Shimizu to hug the floor. Helping her up, the old Hinata came back with a vengeance. After running out of breath from saying every apology he could think of, forgiveness had come swiftly. He had to avoid any other unfortunate encounters. This one, apart from roughing him up slightly after taking the brunt of the collision of both of them with the floor, worried him enough by itself. Shimizu had acted strangely, almost like that woman who almost ran him over. Maybe it was not Daichi? Maybe he himself was the cause of the blushes?
...Nah.
She didn't want him to leave. By hugging his arm to her chest with the strength of an experienced body builder she had made that clear. First, second, and third year students alike were dismayed by what they were seeing. He looked around, looking at each of their faces while they twisted and turned in horror. He would have been horrified too if a newbie to the school had gotten comfortable with the object of his affection.
Better to be safe than sorry, though. His brain would get fried if Shimizu attempted anything else. He would have to steer clear of her for what was left of the day.
Slipping out of her grasp via a swift movement, Hinata made a mad dash towards the men's bathroom. Crashing through the door, he decided to check himself on the mirror. It couldn't hurt, right? The possibility of seeing what Shimizu had seen while on top of him was pretty intriguing. Also, he wanted to see just how red his eyes were from all that burning.
And what a decision that had been.
Staring at himself in the mirror, he could see his eyes were different. His brownish eyes were gone. Pink irises with golden outlines were left in their stead.
A scream that rocked the very foundations of the school was heard coming from the men's bathroom.
He blinked as hard as he could and rubbed his eyes with his hands. How could that be possible? Pink irises? Golden outlines? The hell?!
He blinked and suddenly they were gone. No more pink. No more gold. Only brown staring back at him.
"Well, damn. This will take some getting used to."
A very particular day indeed.