飛べFLY HIGH！！ (open)

[asas]

who: shōyō hinata & you! and closed prompts!
what: some snake’s den open prompts, and pre-event closed prompts! shōyō is a warmblood and a nightwalker; due to the nature of the event at snake’s den, i’m up for +18! if you have any questions or would like to plot something, you can pm me or contact liberos!
when: january!
where: the red, beach, the gate, and others!

content warnings: jumping really high, ig (there’s nothing right now, really— i’ll add for any as they come!)

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[ shōyō wasn’t much of a stage seeker as bokuto (he remembers the time he was introduced to the black jackals and the big hoot was just scrabbling for the introductory crowd’s attention right behind the curtains (and then outside of it). but, talent shows? he sees no reason not to join in with his own act, especially when he’s been itching madly for some fun. playing volleyball was a hit and miss, not enough people yet, and he’d quell just a drop out of an entire mountain of thirst with a little bit of practice with those who had wanted to do something with him. what can shōyō do? when he’s next up and announced, all five feet and nine inches of him bounce to the center of the stage. my name’s shōyō hinata and i could fly! oh— and i need volunteers!

it may be you, or a friend, or a bundle of trenchies who’ve decided to answer the call as shōyō points out any takers to come up on stage. he fixes everyone into a mixed group, pulls back and does his quick second warm ups. anyone backstage probably saw him already getting his blood pumping, so all he needed now were some toe hops and stationary sprints.

once he’s ready, he runs, short stops right before the volunteers before saying, playfully: warm ups! what was it that bokuto would do to get the watchers excited? right— clapping! shōyō claps his hands above his head a few times to get a few others to do the same as their drum roll. once he’s ready, shōyō has his eyes high above the heads of his volunteers, really as if he’s seeing something. his highest peak of concentration comes in the form of rio vision; he pulls up into a long legged sprint that turns short, pulls his arms back into a full swing behind him (technique, but they look like wings), and once he’s pivoted his feet to kick the stage’s floor with a loud bam!, shōyō’s already soaring high above their heads. he jumps over all of them. again and again, before actually ending the performance. his highest jump reaches 3,5 meters— almost twelve feet off the ground. not the highest of vertical jumps, but for his height? it really does look like he’s soaring.

after all of that, he’s hardly panting, and off the stage shōyō looks so undeniably pumped!!!! that he comes jouncing down like ah . . . yes, they are the same. ]

It doesn’t even feel like I’m wearing formal clothes! I can go all, whoosh, boing! Without feeling all tied up! Ah— Do you want me to jump over you too?!

[ madam generosity has gifted him with a sporty formal look for starters— pale shorts and summer blazer with an orange little bow tie to compliment the white! due to his warmblood, sleepers will also find that it is much easier to set your goals straight or feel confident around shōyō. it doesn’t give you the same energy to keep up with him, though . . . so good luck?! ]

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[ shōyō didn’t need much of any relaxers to talk to people, neither encouragement. he was naturally social and flocked to those who were shy, alone or isolated, or hell! maybe you’re already having a good time and he stops by anyway. he’s simply like that! ]

Heya! So— wanna dance, or something?! You can pick the something if you don’t wanna dance!

[ if he hasn’t come to you, perhaps you come to shōyō, and he’s all out attacking the food bar. maybe he’s in your way or you just want to talk to him, for some reason, whether for his impressive calves or unbeatable energy that he’s managed to keep constant throughout the evening (even when the music and tone of the party has gone down several notches)! but once he looks around— ]



[ no words. only (rigorous chewing noises). ]

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[asas]

[ he might be a little awkward in learning the moves at first— definitely inexperienced— but shōyō is a fast learner because of that blasting determination to learn. he works, but on his time. he plays on his time. he can make room for lessons as important as these.

wiping the little sweat off his brow with the back of his hand (good thing the cold sucks most of that up dry), shōyō licks his lips and sets his hand on his hips. ]

Depends on how much time you have, Sensei! [ teacher, ] ‘cause, me, I can make time. Three times a week, everyday— you name it.

[ between them both, though, ]

If you’ve got everyday, I’ll take that first. I can learn faster, that way.

[hearuthinking]

That's the spirit. I ain't got anything going on at the moment, so let's say we meet here and train for... two hours a day and go from there.

You got anyone else who wants to learn, you can bring 'em along. [It'll give him something productive to do, and keep people from doing dumb shit without the proper training]

[asas]

[ that was . . . oh that was great news. it makes shōyō’s smile spread and his head already mentally move his schedule blocks around to make room and prepare. two hours a day! that’s perfect— ]

I’ll come warmed up so we don’t waste time! [ he wants those two hours filled with knife practice and as much self defense he could absorb. ] —Thanks. For your time and for teaching me.

[hearuthinking]

Warming up ain't a waste of time. But... I get what you mean.

[He shrugs off the thanks]

Couldn't let you go runnin' around with a knife without proper training. You'd be as likely to stab yourself as an opponent.

[asas]

That’d suck . . .

[ he hopes he’ll never stab himself. or thank people will be afraid of the concept that shōyō hinata has a knife in the first place. ]

Have you ever [ he gestures, with an imaginary knife, ] stabbed anything?

[hearuthinking]

[He answers this with a serious nod] Comes with being a marine.

It's another reason why I take this shit seriously. People watch combat and they get this idealized image of it, think it's "cool" to wield a knife. But when you take that weapon in your hand and prepare to use it, it's serious business. Someone's life is on the other end of that knife. You gotta be ready to end that life.

[asas]

[ shoyo thinks on that, long and hard. he's old enough to self-reflect and absorb the words, think them through carefully— and respond, with honesty: ]

Is it bad to realize I'm not ready?

[ it feels so . . . surreal to him. ending someone's life. someone. who has a family, somewhere, who came from someplace and had their own story. he thought having a weapon would help him simply protect himself, make it a little less likely for someone to choose him to come after again.

he's not sure if he could shove something sharp into someone else's chest, test. even if they've done him harm. ]

[hearuthinking]

No, that ain't bad at all. It's a good thing.

[He gives the other a little pat on the shoulder]

We'll train you up anyway. You gotta be able to take care of yourself in a place like this.

[asas]

[ how was it a good thing—? maybe by what shōyō had already considered: his current limits. but, still, that didn’t mean he had to kill anyone. he gets that maybe the choice could be slimmed down if harm is the only pathway to safety.

harm, maybe. not all the way. he’s happy that it won’t hinder his process and prepares for another session. ]

Yes, sir.

[hearuthinking]

[Well, it would be a little worrying if he was already prepared to kill. As it is, getting him to be prepared to harm feels like a good goal.

He smiles at the "sir"]

You can just call me Jason.