Thinking of you, an impudent young princess with a slight rebellious streak, who has scared off every guard your father has assigned to you. To combat this, the King decides to appoint Hinata Shoyo, a new knight with an indomitable spirit, to your staff. Clumsy and intent on making a name for himself, he may just be the answer to subduing your quiet revolt. | mlist
Your silken gown drapes against the cushioned sofa as you read your novel in a decidedly unladylike position. From the corner of your eye, you catch the scandalized look of your lady-in-waiting at how your legs sprawl; however, you find great pleasure in it.
Twisted as it may be to feel joy at the sight of another’s discomfort, princess etiquette is far too rigid for your liking, and your lady-in-waiting is a conservative prude.
Beams of sunlight tickle your face, and you bask in the feeling. Your mother is horrified by the idea of a princess’ skin burning, meaning wide-brimmed hats are a permanent fixture of your summer wardrobe. It’s a rare treat to feel warmth on your skin.
Moments such as this are sacred. You hold them close to your chest
So, who is this orange-haired oaf with the gall to cast a shadow over your precious sun?
“You are blocking the light.” You spit at the human obstruction. Sighing in annoyance, you slam your book shut and glare at him.
His face is unfamiliar to you. Unruly orange hair sticks up in various directions, a complement to his boyish features and short, stocky stature.
“Ah! I apologize!” The stranger exclaims. Metal from his armored suit clanks loudly as he scrambles to reposition himself away from the window. You cringe at the unwelcome noise. Eyes narrowing further, your gaze travels from his reddened face down to the family crest that rests on his breastplate.
He must be a Royal Knight. A rather jumpy one, but a Knight, regardless.
Your blushed lips turn up in subtle amusement, betraying your otherwise cold disposition.
“Do you often make it a habit to disturb Princesses?”
“No!” He stammers in a manner unbefitting for a brave soldier of the Kingdom. His posture stiffens suddenly, and he clears his throat, as if he’s suddenly remembered how knights are meant to act. He bends his body down in a poor attempt at a bow.
“I am Shoyo Hinata. The King has appointed me to serve as your knight.”
You snort. The foals in your stable have more grace than he.
How did he manage to become knighted? You wonder. Or, better yet, what is your father playing at, assigning this inept boy, who cannot be much older than yourself, to your staff?
Intrigued, you sit up in your chair. The bottom of your dress pools at your waist as your hands prop your face up.
“So you are the one who is sworn protect me?”
Shoyo looks up at you, body still contorted into an uncomfortable bow. “Um…yes?”
Your brow raises. “Is that an inquiry or an answer?”
“Yes!” He shouts. There’s a determination in his expression that surprises you. “I will do everything in my power to serve you!”
Your interest deflates at his eagerness. Knights are nothing but a chain on your independence. They’re sworn to protect; however, the only thing they do is hold you down. Humming, you pick your novel up once again, flipping the pages to find your spot.
“Well, Shoyo Hinata,” you speak, not bothering to look up, “ You cannot blame me for doubting your fitness to serve. The sight of you in armor is reminiscent of a child playing dress-up.”
“I am aware of my smaller stature,” he agrees, and you resist the urge to peek at his face, which must be discouraged.
Your record for scaring off a Knight is one week. Are you about to set a personal best?
Your fingers turn a page, pleased. “My father will not blame you for your resignation. I am sure that—“
The snide remark dies in your throat as you feel a sudden force tugging your book down. Your eyes widen at the closeness of Shoyo’s face. He leans in, and you feel yourself submitting to the overwhelming presence he takes up.
“I may be unassuming, but I will prove that I am worthy of serving you!” He says in earnest. His hand grips your book firmly, subjecting it to his flurry of passion. He is so near that you can see the rise and fall of his chest. “Wait, and you will see.”
You remain still.
Shoyo’s face pales, withdrawing his hand from your book. Stepping away, he raises his arms in submission. “My…my sincerest apologies. I did not mean to—“
“Very well.”
He looks at you incredulously. “Huh?”
“Very well.” You echo, “Let us see how you do.”
His expression morphs from panicked to excitable. A wide grin spreads across his face and his chest puffs slightly. Kneeling abruptly, his energy is palpable as he places a hand over his heart. Looking at you through the locks of hair that cascade across his face, a beam of light from the setting sun shines down on him, almost like a spotlight.
“You will not regret your decision.”
You chuckle. “That remains to be seen.”
—a/n: this is for @shouyuus and the three other shoyo stans who will read this:3 i have been obsessed with knight!shoyo since 2020 and i am so thrilled others are seeing the light…
—p.s. read rain’s take on knight!shoyo here
i wanna be caught in a love triangle with them sooo badly you have no idea
this is SO yoichi coded.
ᯓ★ thinking about how he pretends like he’s winning the idgaf war but the second you invite him to matcha and yap with you he’s putting on his best outfit, spraying his nicest cologne, and on the way to meet you (he doesn’t even like matcha that much.) and then afterwards he’s kicking his feet and blushing like a girl, writing his notes app entry about your “date” today and how your hand had brushed his for a little too long whilst you were explaining something that had went over his head—his attention was wholly focused on the cute faces you made when you were excited.
god forbid anyone ever stumble upon his locked notes, they’re lengthy, movie-transcript worthy accounts of each hangout.
—ITOSHI RIN, karasu tabito, ISAGI YOICHI (bllk), FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, inumaki toge, GOJO SATORU (jjk), TARTAGLIA, heizou, kinich (genshin)
ty sahri for the tag!
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how does shoyo react to u wearing his clothes
first time: his brain breaks LOL. It was after he had come back from playing beach volleyball i was setting up dinner in his one of his many t-shirts that are ridiculous colors since i was doing my laundry and had nothing else to wear. He froze in his tracks after seeing me i was lwk confused and then he stuttered out about me wearing his shirt LMAO
now: he will purposely HIDE my house shirts/clothing so i can wear his he likes sharing his clothes with me it’s funny and vv cute
shameless by avenoir “you know i love you girl that’s why i had to leave.” is SO me and rin coded.
@dearru you and shoyo coming to babysit me and samus kid core bc atsumu can do shit
osamu raised a brow. stared. sucked in a breath. then scowled at the thing crawling to him. shook his head and said, "i wanna blood test."
"what?" you gasp, coming out of the bedroom and joining your husband in the living room.
"ya heard me. i mean, just look at him!" osamu picks it up and turns the baby towards you. "looks nothing like me."
"babe-"
"he looks like atsumu. don' look nothing like me is all 'm saying. ain't that suspicious?"
you can't help but playfully role your eyes. "'samu, he's our child." you say, pausing to look at the one year old child in your husband's arm before saying, "we planned this remember? you and me and no one else."
osamu hums and turns his baby boy back to face him, who stares back at him with those big eyes, and the restaurant owner has to try so hard not to break face. "still. been noticing how much he's been looking more like tsumu than me. i mean, can you really believe he looks like him?"
osamu jerks his head towards his twin, who's in the kitchen.
atsumu catches his brother's eyes and smiles at him, completely oblivious to the conversation. osamu feigns a quick smile back before returning his attention to you, who is now standing next to him.
"you didn't sleep with him did you?"
"of course not." you look at atsumu too, the both of you watching as he struggles to prepare a simple snack for your son. "you really think i'd sleep with him? he wasn't even first on the list for being the godfather."
osamu raised a brow at you and sets his child down and watches him crawl towards you. "says the one who wanted sakusa to be."
"i... well-" you stutter out. "well i thought he'd be a good one... at the time."
he laughs as he pulls you in for a side hug, kissing the crown of your head. you both silently watch atsumu again as he moves mindlessly around the kitchen frantically. "why did we agree for him to babysit tonight?"
you elbow your lover. "because he offered to so that we can go out tonight. and," you add quickly, "because he hasn't seen our son since the league started; i think it'd be great bonding time now that the season is over."
"trust me, the only thing he's good at is volleyball and that's it. his brain doesn't have the capacity for anything else."
"i heard that!" atsumu yells from the kitchen, accidentally spilling some of the snacks all over the floor. upon hearing the noise, your son eagerly starts making his way there.
osamu rolls his eyes. "yea yea." your husband sends you a look and you're already making your way to your phone.
"already on it," you peck his cheek before getting your phone to find hinata's number in the contacts.
"so glad we chose him as the godfather," your husband grumbles under his breath, following his son's excited babbles into the kitchen.
me rn bc