After I'd managed to get washed up and overly cautiously get out of the tub and dried off, I realized I hadn't thought this completely through. I had no other clothes to change into. I'd left my gym bag in the locker room and hadn't gone back to get it since I'd been rushed to the infirmary.

I gripped the towel I had wrapped around my body and carefully cracked open the bathroom door. I peeked out to be sure Hinata wasn't nearby.

"H-hey Hinata!" I called out.

At first there was no reply, then, before I could blink, Hinata was standing next to the door holding out one of his tshirts and pair of sweats, staring at the floor.

"I had a feeling you'd need these," he mumbled hiding his expression from me.

"Oh.. t-thanks," I shyly took the clothes off his hands, "I'll be right out."

I closed the door and inspected the clothes he'd selected. Characteristically, he'd picked a MSBY tank top and pair of matching jogger fit sweats. I slipped on the outfit, careful to not put too much pressure on my ankle. After replacing the compression brace, I looked in the mirror and realized Hinata's clothes were much baggier on me than I'd remembered.

Had I shrunk? Or.. had he grown?

I contemplated to myself how I hadn't really focused on looking at his physical appearance since we'd reunited. Now that I thought about it, he looked like he'd gotten a little taller. And, dare I say it, built.

I opened the door again and realized Hinata must've gone back to the living room. I slowly and quietly walked back towards the living area. I peeked around the corner, careful not to be caught. What I found was Hinata sprawled across the newly transformed couch into bed... shirtless.

My jaw dropped at the sight of his new appearance. Hinata had an athletic build when we dated during his third year, but, this was different. He had abs and clearly defined muscles, likely from his workouts as a pro volleyball player. Also, the way he had his legs placed I could see how toned they'd become. I bit my lip and could feel heat rising. I moved to cross my legs to contain the butterflies growing in my stomach and had completely forgotten my ankle injury and would've toppled over if I hadn't caught myself on the couch arm rest.

The sudden sound caused Hinata to jolt upright, "Vanji! Are you okay?"

He hurried over to my side and gently picked me up and carried me over to the bed and placed me where he was laying originally.

"Oh yeah.. umm.. I'm okay," I stumbled over my words, "I just.. overdid it I think."

He nagged me for pushing myself, but, I was doing my own scolding:

Was I seriously just drooling over my ex-boyfriend?

I was too caught up in my own thoughts to realize that Hinata had pulled the covers over both of us and had pulled me to lay against his chest.. which was still bare.

I snapped out of my trance once I felt the warmth of skin to skin contact. My face flushed beet red and I ducked myself lower under the covers to conceal my expression. Hinata glanced downwards at me and I felt him chuckle.

"Vanji- is this because..?" he dragged on his pause over dramatically.

He wanted me to admit that I was nervous because of his attire-or lack thereof. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"No," I tried stating as calmly and firmly as I could, "I just... am still hurting a little. Yeah that's it."

I didn't sound very convincing. Even to myself. Hinata's grin grew wider and menacing.

"Ohhh, then how about I take off the covers and take a look at the swelling?" he teased.

He knew if he drew back the covers he'd find me a blushing mess.

"N-no no it's fine... umm actually let's watch some tv," I hurriedly reached for the remote and flipped on the tv.

The local news channel was reporting on the weather when suddenly the feed was interrupted by a sleazy gossip show. A female reported, wearing tons of flashy makeup and bright red, skin tight dress, flashed a smile to the camera.

"This just in.. our latest scoop on one of the MSBY bachelors.

Recently, people have been buzzing around the volleyball circuit in light of MSBY's Wing Spiker, Hinata, Shoyo, or as we like to call him Ninja Shoyo, flashed his latest accessory hinting at a potential romance.

Now, the question on everyone's mind, who is the lucky person who managed to steal this young stud's attention?"

Hinata groaned, "Seriously... why do they care so much about my love life?"

I burst into laughter and, in retaliation, Hinata playfully pinned me.

"You think it's funny now, sunshine?" he laughed.

"Oh hilariousss," I giggled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, his expression changed from humored to hyper focused. His eyes were intent on my lips. I closed my eyes. His breath brushed across my cheeks. As his lips began to trace over mine, the reporters voice bellowed through the speakers once again, echoing through the apartment:

"As we promised, here are some photos snapped by our field reporter of current whereabouts of Ninja Shoyo."

We both froze and our eyes jerked up to the screen. Plastered across the tv screen were snapshots of Hinata. One in his "disguise" get up,one of him riding in the ATV, and the last, him carrying me into the infirmary. Both our identities for the world to see on live television.

"SHIT.." we both gasped.