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Hinata is fiercely overprotective of his little sister.
She’s young, only four years old, and Hinata loves her. She’s the most precious human being he has ever come in contact with.
He finds everything she does incredibly endearing, adorable, and he can’t help but gush about the cute things she does for him to his teammates (Kageyama, mostly). The walls in his room are decorated with pictures she sat and drew for him at the dining room table, notes she wrote to him while he was away at school so she could practice her handwriting (deer shouyou, tooday i Piked a flowr. mommy put it in a vas. Pleez com home soon. love, natsu).
One night, Hinata was sitting in his room, working on some homework at his desk while Natsu quietly scribbled away in her giant sketchpad with her new pack of 64 crayons that Hinata had bought for her birthday. He vaguely registered a tearing noise and felt Natsu poke his arm. When he turned and looked at her, she proudly held up a picture she had drew for him.
“Look, nii-chan,” she pointed at the two red haired figures, “This is me, an’ this is you. We’re playin’ voweyball!” Hinata grinned widely, observing the brown lines meant to represent the net, and a bright green circle being spiked down by one of the red haired figures, “Look, look, this is you spiking the ball! Like I saw you do that one time! You were like,” Natsu threw her hands down, “PYEWWW! An’, an’, then the ball hit da ground, like,” she clapped her hands, “BOOOOM!” she grinned, one of her front teeth missing, handing him the picture. “Here, nii-chan!”
“Thank you, Natsu,” Hinata grinned, taking the picture, “I’ll hang it up tomorrow afternoon when I get back from school, okay?” Natsu nodded, then yawned widely, rubbing her eye with her tiny little fist. “It’s getting kinda late, huh? Want me to tuck you in?” his little sister nodded, lifting her arms in a silent command for him to pick her up, and he did, her little head resting on his shoulder as he carried her to her room.
Hinata laid Natsu down in her bed (her sheets were covered with blue stripes and construction trucks while her comforter was bright pink with flowers) and tucked her in, and placed a kiss on her mop of unruly red hair. “Good night, Natsu.” He whispered, and she gave him a crooked smile, grabbing at his face and pulling him down to place a sloppy, wet, sleepy kiss on his cheek.
“G’night, nii-chan,” she mumbled, “I love you.”
Hinata smiled softly, his heart so warm and full, and he rubbed his nose against hers. “I love you too.”